“I do believe you are right.” He gulped the rest of his lukewarm coffee and stood. “Thanks for letting me bend your ear, Reverend, but I think it’s time I go pick up my future bride.”
Daniel paid for the coffees and then headed back to the general store. The bell over the door jingled as he entered. Several boxes lined the counter, with his name printed on each wooden crate.
“That little gal sure can shop.” Phil Carlson stepped out from behind the counter. “Carolyn had to run to the bank, but said to tell you she put everything on your account. Want me to help you carry these to your wagon?”
Daniel looked about the store. He and Mr. Carlson were the only ones there. “I got it, thank you.” He reached for the nearest box. “Did Miss Young go with Mrs. Moore to the bank?”
Mr. Carlson walked in front of him to the door. He pulled it open before answering. “Nope. She and the doctor were headed to the schoolhouse last I saw her.”
Daniel carried the box to the wagon and looked toward the school. Children played in the yard, but he couldn’t see Hannah, the doctor or the schoolmaster.
“Doc seemed awful interested in Miss Young. He beat me at checkers and then hightailed it out of here with her,” Mr. Carlson called from the doorway.
Daniel headed back inside for the next box. The doctor was a single man and about his age. Was he interested in Hannah? They’d just met; surely the doctor hadn’t taken a liking to her that quickly. Daniel scooped up the crate and walked back outside.
As he passed, Mr. Carlson added, “Miss Young seemed in a hurry to meet the schoolteacher, too. When my Carolyn told her about all his books, she decided to go see him. I never did cotton to reading. Suppose some folks enjoy it, but I’d rather be playing board games.”
Daniel set the crate in the bed of the wagon and headed back for the last one. It made sense that Hannah would be interested in the schoolmaster’s books. She was a teacher herself. But why would the doctor go with her?
He crossed the store threshold again. Mr. Carlson asked, “Would you like to play a game while you wait for her to come back?”
Daniel wiped sweat off his brow and then replaced his hat. “No, thanks. I think I’ll go get Miss Young and then head on back to the ranch. Tell Mrs. Moore thank you for me.”
Her father grumbled something and then walked back inside.
Daniel climbed aboard the wagon and turned the horses toward the schoolhouse. Both the doctor and the schoolteacher were single and about his age. Were they competing for Hannah’s attentions? And if so, where did that leave him?
As far as he knew, only the minister and Daniel’s family were aware that Hannah was his mail-order bride. The ranch hands knew also, but none of them had come to town yet and leaked the news. He pulled the wagon to a stop a few feet away from the school.
Children laughed as they played chase and other games in the schoolyard. He took the steps two at a time. The door was open, so he walked inside.
Hannah and the teacher were looking down at the big desk positioned off to the right, at the front of the room. She glanced up at Daniel and offered a dazzling smile. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement. “Mr. Westland, I am learning so much about the children on your ranch.”
So they were back to addressing each other formally. He moved to the front pew and sat down. “I’m glad to hear that, Miss Young. Are you about finished here?” Daniel watched as the schoolmaster studied Hannah’s profile. He didn’t care for the way the man’s gaze seemed to take in her every feature.
“I think so.” She straightened and picked up several books.
Jonah stood also, his white teeth flashing in a smile. “I’m so glad you came by to see me today. If you have any other questions, please feel free to stop by. I’d love to visit with you again, when we have more time.” He held a piece of paper out to Hannah.
She took it and smiled back. “Well, I will have to return these books, and I’m sure Mr. Westland wouldn’t mind if you came out and looked over my small collection.”
Jonah followed her around the desk. “I might just take you up on that offer.”
Daniel stood. His eyes bored into the schoolteacher’s. “We’ll be glad to see you.” At the moment he felt anything but pleased to invite the man out to his ranch. But the invitation had been made, and there was no reason to deny him a visit.
Other than the fact that he was handsome, not married and kept looking at Hannah as if she was a fresh flower ready to be picked. Daniel took her elbow and escorted her out to the wagon, very aware that Jonah followed.
“Thanks for everything,” Hannah called as Daniel helped her onto the high seat.
The teacher nodded and gave the school bell cord a good tug. The sound of it ringing filled the little town.
Daniel climbed up beside Hannah and slapped the reins over the horse’s back. There was something about Jonah that he didn’t quite like. Could it be he didn’t trust him because of his obvious interest in Hannah? Daniel mulled over the idea.
He looked back at the schoolteacher, who was talking to the children as they entered the building. He was a big man who wore jeans and boots. A white shirt covered his wide shoulders. Daniel turned his attention back to guiding the horse home. Jonah’s appearance was more that of a rancher or lawman than a teacher.
Trying not to be obvious, Daniel glanced in Hannah’s direction. She seemed absorbed in the book on her lap. Her hair shone in the midday sun. The back of her slender neck was exposed, revealing creamy white skin. He had to admit that Hannah Young was a fine-looking woman. Why hadn’t she already married?
She chose that moment to look up. “Oh, we’re heading out of town.” Disappointment filled her voice.
Daniel pulled back on the reins. “Was there something else you needed to do while we’re here? I can turn us around.”
Hannah closed the book. “No, I just assumed we’d be having lunch in town. But since we are already on our way, I’ll fix us a snack from the supplies.”
“I’ll turn the wagon around.” He really didn’t want to. The fence on the west side of the ranch needed to be looked at, and he had a herd of cows over there that he wanted to check on, also.
Hannah’s soft laughter took him by surprise. “No, I can tell you have work to do. My pa used to get that same look on his face when he had chores that needed doing but didn’t want to disappoint Ma. Trust me, I’ll be fine eating from the supplies, and so will you.” She turned on the seat and rummaged through the boxes.
Daniel grinned and clicked his tongue to get the horse started again. “I take it your pa was a rancher.”
* * *
They hadn’t talked about her family in their letters and Hannah dreaded the questions she knew were now coming. She turned back around and sat down on the seat. Their fingers brushed when she handed him a green apple. “More like a farmer. He doesn’t hold as much land or livestock as you do.”
The apple crunched as Daniel bit into it. The scent of green sweetness drifted to her. She took a much smaller bite of her own fruit and chewed.
Daniel swallowed and then asked, “Where is his spread?”
“Missouri.” She took another bite to avoid adding to her answer.
Daniel nodded, as if he understood she didn’t want to talk about her family. “I hear that is beautiful country.”
“Pa says Missouri is the closest he can imagine that heaven will look like. The trees are tall, and in the summer the grass is deep green and the sky royal blue, with fluffy white clouds. But my favorite time of the year is autumn. The leaves turn colors and it’s like God got out His paintbrush and began to work.” Hannah turned and found Daniel studying her face. She felt heat enter her cheeks and looked away.
Birds sang and the sound of buzzing insects filled the silence between them. Did he think her silly for describing the Lord as a painter? She put the rest of her apple on the seat and picked up the book she’d laid aside earlier.
The wagon wheels crunched grass and we
eds as Daniel pulled to the side of the road. Hannah looked up. They were cutting through tall vegetation. “Where are we going?” she asked.
“There is a nice spot over here by the river where Mabel can get a drink and we can talk. There is something we need to discuss.” Seriousness laced his voice like cinnamon laced a peach pie.
Hannah nodded and focused on Mabel’s ears. They twitched back and forth, as if she were listening to their every word. Hannah swallowed the lump of uneasiness that was beginning to form.
Had he decided he didn’t want her for a wife, after all? Or that he wasn’t willing to wait until she fell in love with him? And if so, what was she going to do?
She cut her eyes to look at him. His set jaw and the furrow on his brow made her even more uncomfortable. Hannah clasped her hands over the book and prayed silently.
Lord, please help me not to panic. I know that what I’m asking of Daniel is a lot, but, Lord, You know that I have to have the assurance that he loves me and will never send me away, like my family did when I was a child. If that is what he is planning now, please help me to not react in front of him. I know You will take care of all my needs. Thank You. In Jesus’ name.
Chapter Nine
Daniel led Mabel to the water’s edge and let her drink her fill. The little mare bumped him gently as if to say thank you. He rubbed her ears as he tried to think how to begin the conversation with Hannah.
She sat on a log not far from where he stood. Her hands were clasped in her lap once more and worry filled her eyes. It hadn’t been his intention to worry her. He led the horse to a nice lush spot to graze and then walked back to Hannah.
He knelt down in front of her. “I’ve been thinking about us and what the town is going to think when they find out you are my mail-order bride.” Daniel searched her eyes for a reaction.
“Why do they need to find out?” She twisted her hands in the material of her dress.
He offered what he hoped was a gentle smile. “Hannah, the town is small and people talk. As soon as the ranch hands get off on Friday afternoon, they will head straight to the saloon, and soon everyone will know our business.” Daniel stood and took his hat off. He rubbed one hand over the back of his neck, trying to ease the ever-tightening muscles. He hadn’t liked the look of confusion and alarm that had flitted through the pretty blue depths of her eyes.
She cleared her throat. He heard the concern when she said, “I see. What do you suggest we do about it?”
Daniel turned to face her. “I know you don’t want to wed me right now, but I think we need to make it clear that we are planning on getting married in the future.”
Hannah looked down at her hands. “I see.”
Nothing in her tone told him what she was thinking. “Please stop saying ‘I see’ and talk to me.” Daniel hadn’t meant to growl at her, but he wanted to know how she was feeling.
Seeing Hannah with the schoolteacher and hearing that the doctor had seemed interested in her made him feel possessive.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the soothing smells of the earth and the calming sound of the running water behind him. Daniel realized he wanted other men to know that Hannah was spoken for, though he couldn’t exactly come out and say that to her. He needed to explain his feelings, but how could he explain them to her when he really didn’t understand them himself?
Hannah tilted her chin upward, a movement he was beginning to recognize as stubbornness. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Mr. Westland.”
Daniel knelt in front of her again and took her hands. “For starters, my name is Daniel. You don’t need to be so formal. Second, you can tell me if you want to become engaged.” He rubbed the back of her hands with his thumb, enjoying the softness of her skin.
She lowered her chin and spoke in a soft tone. “I don’t know. Engagement is the promise to get married. We aren’t sure love is in our future, and without love we have no future.” Her eyes searched his. “I’m really not trying to be difficult, Daniel. I just want to be certain that when we get married, we love one another, and no matter what may happen to either of us, we still will.”
He nodded. “Do you believe that to fall in love we have to be totally honest with each other?”
Hannah pulled her hands from his. “I do.”
“That sounds fair. Can you explain to me why you feel so strongly about this?” He missed the warmth of her touch.
She took a deep breath. “Well, I’m not sure I will ever feel totally loved, but I’m trying.”
Daniel watched tears form in her eyes. Someone had hurt Hannah really badly. He could only assume it was someone she loved very much. Now he realized there was a ghost in her past standing between them, much like the one in his own past. Would they ever be able to overcome their fears and hurts?
It was hard for him to imagine getting over the death of his sister and his own role in it, of not being there when she needed him. He had sent off for Hannah only because of his mother’s contest. “I think I can understand, but what I don’t understand is why you answered my advertisement for a wife.”
She pushed a stray hair from her face. “I want to be loved and have children someday, Daniel. A friend of mine, Rebecca, came to Cottonwood Springs as a mail-order bride. That didn’t work out, but she did find love with the man who is now her husband, so I hoped I could find the same happiness as her. That’s why I sent the letter, explaining that I wanted to be courted. Seth ended up courting Rebecca and they found true love. When I see them together, I know Seth will love Rebecca forever, no matter what might happen to her.” Hannah ducked her head and studied the pattern on her dress. Her breathing was rapid, as if she’d run a mile.
Daniel stood. “How did Seth court Rebecca?” he asked.
A sweet smile graced Hannah’s lips. “Well, he didn’t really court her in the normal way. Seth is a U.S. Marshal and he needed a housekeeper, so he hired Rebecca to clean and cook for him. They spent time together and fell in love.” Hannah’s eyes gleamed with hope.
“And what did he do when other single men started coming around?” Had Daniel asked that question aloud? He felt his cheeks heat as he realized he’d just asked what he’d been thinking.
She giggled. “The other men were smart enough not to mess with Rebecca. Once Seth took her under his wing, they knew to leave her be.”
Daniel pushed back the embarrassment and pressed his point home. “So, it was kind of like they got engaged. And that gave Seth the time he needed to fall in love?”
Hannah’s forehead wrinkled in thought. “When you put it that way, I suppose.” She grinned. “I can see where you are going with this, Daniel.”
He grinned back at her. “Good. I was beginning to think I was never going to get through to you.”
She stood and wiped the dusk off her skirt. “All right. We can announce that we are engaged, but I hope I’ve made it clear that I can’t marry you until we are both sure it is love. Not just any ole love. I want the deep kind that will last forever.”
Could he promise her that kind of love? Maybe someday, but how far in their future was that? If it ever happened. He needed to get married fast and have a grandchild before Levi.
* * *
Hannah watched his serious expression. He was a thoughtful man. Was it fair of her to ask him to wait until she was sure of his love? What if he never fell in love with her, or she with him? Then what? How long would he wait?
When she’d thought he’d received her letter and agreed to her terms, Hannah had felt it was a fair understanding. Now she wasn’t so sure. A bird overhead sang sweetly, reminding her that God was in all things. Lord, please let him be patient with me. And if this isn’t Your will, please let us both know now.
Daniel interrupted the silent prayer. “Hannah, these things take time, and our time depends on Levi and what he does. If he finds a wife before we fall in love, I’m afraid I’ll have to break our engagement.”
Hannah swallowed the lump in her throat. “I unde
rstand.”
Daniel rubbed his neck again. “I would rather marry you now, and with time I’m sure we will grow into a comfortable relationship.” His eyes pleaded with her to give up this fantasy of falling in love, and just get married and continue on with life.
But Hannah couldn’t do it. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She wanted to know that if she got sick, or couldn’t walk someday, or talk, that he’d love her enough to stand by her and give her love and support. Was that really too much to ask?
Daniel replaced his hat and grinned at her. “Then I suppose you and I have work to do.” He tucked her hand in his arm and then walked toward the horse. “So tell me, Hannah Young, what does a man have to do or say to make you fall head over heels in love with him?”
Hannah laughed. “I could ask you the same thing.”
He helped her up on the wagon. “I’m not sure I can answer that. Most people don’t go into a relationship thinking I want to be deeply in love with this person. It’s all new to me.”
She waited until he walked around the wagon, and when he was seated, said, “Then I guess we should just be ourselves and see where the Lord leads us.”
Daniel flicked the reins over the little mare’s back and guided her toward the road. “That sounds good to me.”
The rest of the ride was completed in comfortable silence. Daniel drove around the back of the schoolhouse and unloaded her boxes.
Hannah took in the small shed with a woodpile beside it. She also noticed that someone had turned the earth to start a garden.
When Daniel helped her down from the wagon, his hands lingered on her waist for a moment longer than she had expected them to. She stepped back. “Thank you for the shed and garden spot.”
He walked to the back of the wagon and pulled out a box. “It was my pleasure.”
Hannah grabbed the smaller of the remaining 2 boxes and followed him inside her room. His blue eyes took in the changes she’d made the night before.
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