“No, my brother will just pester us to death if he walks with us. Besides, he knows I can catch him if I want to.” She flashed a sweet smile that made Adam’s stomach grow tight. She angled the toe of her shoe behind the stone he’d been kicking and rolled it ahead of them. “Come on. We can’t be late or Mr. MacEnroy will switch us.”
No man would switch Rebecca while Adam was around, but he wasn’t daring enough to tell her that. He followed her down the street and gave the stone a solid kick.
Rebecca skipped ahead and kicked it several feet. “My mother says you live with your sister.” she said.
He nodded, wishing his voice wasn’t so wobbly that it terrified him to talk.
She waited for him to catch up. “Don’t you have a mother and father?” she asked.
He shook his head, surprised that her question didn’t offend him. It didn’t feel like she was being nosy or judging him. “I didn’t know my father. My mother died six weeks ago.” The less he said, the less it hurt, and the less chance that his voice would squawk.
“I’m sorry, Adam. My dad says I’m too curious and I ask too many questions sometimes.”
The unexpected kindness in her eyes made his throat ache. He hadn’t talked to anyone about his mother. Faith had always been the one to take care of him. His mother had been more like a grandmother to him, like she was with Cora. He lowered his chin and kicked the stone. “It’s all right. My sister is more like my mother anyhow.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“I’m glad you’re going to my school,” Rebecca said, scampering along beside him to bat at the stone. “We can walk together if you want.”
“Sure.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers, and took his turn kicking the stone ahead of them. Maybe going to school wouldn’t be all bad.
While he and Rebecca took turns flicking the stone with their feet, he stole quick looks at her. Her shiny black hair bounced against her back in long, loose spirals that hung to her waist. Her eyebrows were black as coal, and her dimples flashed when she smiled at him, which was nearly every time he looked up. He liked her dimples and her smile, but he liked the friendliness in her eyes even better.
“Oh, no,” she said, slowing to a standstill in the road. He looked up and followed her gaze to where several children gathered in front of a white schoolhouse. “Melissa Archer just waved to us.”
“Is that bad?”
“She’s a worse gossip than her mother, and she’s mean to William and the younger children.
“Why?”
“Because she can get away with it.” With a sigh, Rebecca kicked the stone to the side of the road. “Let’s leave it here so we can kick it on the way home. Come on. We’ll try to sneak past her,” she said then caught his elbow and tugged him into the school yard.
Adam would rather wait for the bell to ring and dash inside to the first empty chair he could find. But he would walk through fire before letting Rebecca know he was afraid.
“Rebecca!” Melissa Archer caught Rebecca’s arm and stopped them. “You nearly walked right past me.”
“Sorry, Melissa. I was talking with my new friend Adam Dearborn,” she said, making Adam sound as important as President Hayes. Rebecca introduced him to the girl and her brother Nicholas, both husky children about his own age with wheat blond hair.
He nodded to them, but when Melissa extended her hand as if she were a fine lady and he her suitor, Adam didn’t know whether to kiss it, shake it, or laugh in her haughty little face.
Rebecca whacked Melissa’s hand down. “For Pete’s sake, just say hello.”
Melissa’s face turned as pink as the ribbon in her blond hair, and she jutted out her chin. “I was just going to welcome you to school and tell you that there’s an empty seat at my desk if you want to sit with me.”
Adam’s heart plummeted. He wanted to sit with Rebecca.
“He’s going to sit with me,” Rebecca said, causing Melissa to glare at her, and Nicholas to scowl at him.
Nicholas Archer outweighed Adam by at least thirty pounds, and Adam had no desire to test the strength of Nicholas’s hefty arms. The boys in his old neighborhood had given him a healthy respect for big muscles and hard knuckles.
Melissa lifted her nose and turned away as if Rebecca didn’t exist. “I’m the best student in my grade,” she said to Adam. “Mr. MacEnroy will favor you if you sit with me.”
He didn’t care about pleasing the dumb teacher, and he didn’t want to be anywhere near Melissa Archer or her scowling brother. “I already promised ReBECca,” he said, cringing at the squawk of his voice.
Nicholas laughed, and Adam curled his fingers into his palms, wanting to cram his knuckles into the boy’s mouth.
“Go ahead then,” Melissa spat. “Sit with Rebecca. I don’t want to sit with a boy who can’t even talk.” She tried to shove past him, but Adam didn’t step aside quickly enough, and she tripped over his foot. He caught her elbows to save her a fall, but she kicked her hard shoe into his shin. “Let go of me!”
Nicholas shoved Melissa away from Adam. “Quit acting like an idiot, Melissa.”
“Don’t touch me.” She raked her fingernails across her brother’s neck, leaving a trail of red scratches. Nicholas bared his teeth and lunged at her.
Adam stepped between the pair and batted Nicholas’s hands down. “Don’t hit her,” he said, his voice far calmer than he felt inside. It wasn’t right to hit a girl, and it was worse to stand aside and allow someone else to do so.
Nicholas shot him a look of surprise just as Melissa kicked Adam in the shin again. “Don’t you dare hit my brother!” she hissed.
Rebecca shoved Melissa and knocked her to the ground on her backside. “Don’t you dare kick my friend!”
“What in blazes is going on here?” a thunderous voice demanded.
When Adam saw the stocky, balding teacher bearing down on them, he knew what was coming. He would get blamed for causing trouble. He always did.
Melissa burst into tears and struggled to her feet. “This boy hit my brother, and Rebecca shoved me.”
Rebecca gasped in outrage. “Adam didn’t hit anybody, Mr. MacEnroy.”
“Silence!” He turned to the boys and girls who’d gathered to watch. “Get inside, all of you.” As they beat a path for the door, MacEnroy turned his steely gaze on Adam. “Who are you, young man, and what are you doing in my school yard?”
“This is Adam Dearborn,” Rebecca said, “and he’s new to town.”
MacEnroy leveled a fierce scowl at Rebecca, which made Adam want to slug the man. “I was not addressing you, young lady.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sheriff Grayson ordered me to come to school today,” Adam said, hoping the sheriff’s name would put the fear of God into the man.
But MacEnroy’s lips pinched. “Ah, you’re one of those boys I’ll need to keep my eye on.”
One of those boys. Adam had heard that comment so many times, he should be able to ignore it by now. But the insult cut through him like a dull hunting knife, ripping and tearing at his gut, making him want to slam his fists into every stinking person who’d ever insulted him.
“That’s right,” Adam said, knowing there would be consequences for being disrespectful, but he was too angry to care. “The sheriff wanted to teach me a lesson so he sentenced me to two weeks in your classroom.”
A laugh burst from Rebecca, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Melissa gasped, and Nicholas bit his lip.
MacEnroy’s face turned beet red. He stabbed his finger toward the school. “Rebecca Grayson, get to your desk this instant. Melissa and Nicholas, go with her.” Rebecca cast a rebellious look of admiration at Adam then dashed into the school behind the Archers.
Adam stood in the yard alone, facing MacEnroy, expecting at any minute to feel the man’s hard backhand. MacEnroy straightened his shoulders and unclamped his jaw. “So you like being a wiseacre, do you, Adam?”
Adam knew not to an
swer that question.
“If you’re such a wise young man, who invented the steamboat?”
“Robert Fulton, sir.”
MacEnroy’s eyebrow quirked as if Adam’s knowledge surprised him. “And the year of the invention?”
“1807.”
“I’m impressed,” he said, but he didn’t look impressed at all. He looked furious. “How many feet are in a mile, Adam?”
“Five thousand two hundred eighty”
“What city is our state capital?”
“Albany, sir.”
“And what mountain ranges can be found in New York State?”
“The Appalachian Highlands, the Catskill Mountains, and the Adirondack Mountains.”
“Well, since you’re such a bright and witty young man, I’ll have you teach class for the day.”
A flood of heat seared Adam’s body and scorched his ears. He would answer any question MacEnroy asked, but he couldn’t stand in front of the class and talk. His voice would squawk like a chicken. He couldn’t go up there.
“Come along.” MacEnroy clasped the back of Adam’s neck and herded him toward the door.
Adam wasn’t going inside. The instant MacEnroy released him, he would sprint away. He would tell Faith that MacEnroy kicked him out of school for being disobedient. Faith would be angry, but she would let him off the hook until the new school year began. Sheriff Grayson wouldn’t be pleased, but facing the sheriff was better than facing a room full of children who were only going to laugh at him.
MacEnroy jerked Adam to attention outside the schoolhouse. “You find yourself a seat inside and keep that wise mouth of yours shut while I’m instructing class. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
With that MacEnroy yanked open the door and shoved Adam inside ahead of him. While the teacher strode to the front of the classroom, Adam eased into the one and only empty chair in the room—right next to Melissa Archer.
“You’ll be sorry,” she hissed.
He already was. This would be his first and last day in this wretched place. He wasn’t coming back. He could learn more from books anyhow.
He sank low in his chair and looked for Rebecca, wanting to signal that he wasn’t coming back after their lunch break. He sighted her two desks away, smiling at him like he was the most handsome and daring man on earth.
Chapter Thirteen
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SATURDAY EVENING FAITH stood outside the bathhouse door, listening to Claire Grayson and her friend Anna Levens laugh uproariously as they frolicked in the tub with three other women. The three lived with Anna in a home Claire and Boyd Grayson provided to women who were desperate for a refuge from heavy-handed husbands. Claire said she and Anna had opened the home five years ago after Anna’s husband Larry Levens was sent to prison for murdering two men.
Faith didn’t have to ask if Anna had been one of those beaten women. If the scar on Anna’s shoulder wasn’t proof enough, the wariness in her eyes was. The woman was petite and pretty, and so sweet Faith couldn’t imagine any man wanting to hurt her. But apparently her husband had beaten her unmercifully and even threatened to kill her. Thank God the beast was in prison.
The bruises on the other women who were staying with Anna broke Faith’s heart. The bath had brought the ladies so much pleasure, Faith had invited them back for a second complimentary treatment.
The Grayson women had done such an amazing job of promoting her business, the female residents of Fredonia swarmed into Faith’s greenhouse. Some came to buy herbs and salves and teas, but she suspected most of them came to get a look at Iris. The more adventurous ladies accepted their complimentary bath and massage. Afterward, they raved with such enthusiasm, the customers poured through the door faster than Faith could service them. She and her aunts worked from morning to night, and still they had to ask several ladies to return the following week.
Dr. Milton and the apothecary owner, Wayne Archer, had stopped in to caution Faith about giving the ladies harmful treatments and selling toxic herbs. Faith had listened politely, but Aster and Dahlia marched the snobbish men right out the door in front of several customers. Faith had feared the women would follow the men out, but they’d only laughed and applauded.
Several other men had stopped in during the week, pretending to want herbs or flowers, but they never left without stating their desire to court Faith or one of her aunts. Dahlia refused all offers without considering them. Iris flirted and left the men guessing. Aster and Tansy said they were too busy now and asked the men to stop back in a month or so. It was a relief for Faith to tell the men that she had accepted the sheriff’s suit. He hadn’t returned from his trip to Mayville, but Faith thought about him constantly, about his shoulder, about his kisses. Every minute she wasn’t working or thinking about work, she would think about Duke and wonder if he would kiss her again.
She carved out time to take her meals with Cora and Adam, and to read with them at bedtime. But each night she had fallen asleep beside them, exhausted, with a few pennies added to her money jar.
Tonight, though, she was so fatigued she could barely manage to massage oil into the ladies’ backs. When she finished, Claire and her friends gave her a warm hug before leaving the greenhouse.
“Go on in,” Aster said. “We’ll clean up and be in shortly”
“Bless you, Aster.” Faith pumped the faucet handle, washed her hands, and dried them on her apron as she hurried to the house where Cora and Adam lay on their pallets reading.
Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday. Fully dressed, she flopped down between them and gave them both a hug. “I love you two. Thank you for being so helpful this week.”
Cora hooked her arms around Faith’s neck and plastered her cheek with an exuberant kiss. “I miss you, Mama.”
She kissed Cora then leaned to kiss Adam.
Braced on his elbows, Adam ducked his head and focused on his book.
His avoidance made Faith’s heart bleed. She hadn’t even had time to ask him about his first week in school. She tweaked his side. “Does that look mean you’re getting too old for my hugs and kisses?”
He lifted his head, leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. “You look awful.”
“Thank you,” she said with laugh. “I feel awful.”
“Want me to tell you a story tonight?” Cora offered.
“That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” Faith’s eyes were so blurred from fatigue, she doubted she’d be able to read a single sentence.
Cora sat up and studiously placed the book they were reading in her lap, as if she were going to read it. Faith stretched out on her stomach between them and warned herself not to fall asleep.
“Once upon a time there was a girl who was so small she could dance on the top of a thimble,” Cora said, imitating Dahlia’s best storytelling voice.
Faith grinned into the pillow.
“The little girl was beautiful, and she was the best dancer in the whole world. But she was very, very sad,” Cora went on, lowering her voice to sound ominous.
“Why was she sad?” Faith asked.
“Because she didn’t have a daddy.”
A spear of pain shot through Faith’s chest. Cora had started asking why she didn’t have a daddy, but Faith had been skirting the question because she honestly didn’t know how to answer. She knew how painful it was to wonder about a father who was absent, but Cora would never understand the truth. And Faith would never tell her.
“One day,” Cora continued, “the little girl caught a beautiful pony, and when he let her ride on his back, she went looking for her daddy…”
Two strong hands settled on Faith’s shoulders, startling her from her somber thoughts. She peeked up to see Adam sitting beside her, his long fingers gently kneading her tense shoulder muscles. For all his acting tough and disinterested in her affection, Adam was a tender, thoughtful boy who needed her love as desperately as she needed his. The two of them had spent years together living with fear and loneliness, h
aving only each other for company during those long evenings and miserable nights while their mother worked the brothel. They’d cried together and laughed together. And Faith had mothered Adam from the day of his birth. He was her brother by blood, her son by possession, and she loved him as fiercely as she loved Cora.
“Adam, that is absolute heaven.”
Cora paused. “Do you want me to rub your back too?” she asked, her desire to please shining in her eyes.
“No, sweetheart. I want to hear about the tiny girl and her pony. What did she name her pony?”
“Dandelion.”
“That’s not a pony name,” Adam said.
“It is too,” Cora insisted. “Her pony has white fluffy spots on him that look like dandelion puffs.”
Adam’s laugh cracked into a falsetto, which set them all off, and Faith basked in their shared moment of happiness. They’d been so heartbroken over her mother’s death, and so panic-stricken afterward in their rush to escape Judge Stone, they hadn’t shared a family moment like this in nearly two months. Cora hadn’t noticed the upheaval so much, but Adam bore the weight of needing to be a man while still a boy. Faith lifted her hand and stroked her fingers over Adam’s bony knuckles. He paused, a question in his eyes. Her own misted, and she gave him a smile that said she loved him. The needy boy in him returned her smile.
Adam’s tender consideration and Cora’s sweet little voice warmed Faith, and she closed her eyes to savor the moment.
She woke at dawn the next morning, still dressed and aching in every muscle.
Cora and Adam were burrowed in their blankets, but they had lain a blanket over her. They took care of her that way. But they shouldn’t have to. Knowing she’d fallen asleep on them made her eyes flood with tears.
The cavernous building was silent as Faith pulled the blanket off and laid it over Adam, who’d sacrificed it to keep her warm. Her aunts slept a few feet away on their own pallets, looking as exhausted as she felt.
Faith quietly left the pallet she shared with Cora then gathered clean clothes and slipped out to the greenhouse. In the bathhouse she lit a lantern, lowered the wick, and shed her dress and petticoats. Shivering in the predawn coolness, she scrubbed herself clean, rinsed then draped a towel on the edge of the steaming tub. Sighing, she lowered her body into the soothing hot water. How could the sheriff not like the water this warm? It felt divine to her, and it was her only comfort.
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