Beyond the Sunset

by Anna Jacobs

  Beyond the Sunset

  Anna Jacobs

  Hodder (2010)

  Tags: Australia, Fiction, Sagas, Historical, English, Sisters, Lancashire (England)

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  Synopsis

  Book 2

  In the untamed outback of Western Australia, the Blake sisters are together again despite what seemed like unsurmountable odds. For Cassandra - reunited again with the man she loves - the Swan River Colony is a refuge that seems like a miracle after her ordeals. And two of her sisters have fallen in love with their new way of life. But then a messenger arrives from faraway England, and it is the fourth sister, Pandora, who jumps at the chance to make her way back to the Lancashire moors that she misses so badly. The way home, though, will be even harder than the voyage to Australia. The only ship that can take her and her new protector back to England lies many days' journey away, across country that would daunt even a hardened explorer. And when she reaches Outham, a devious, dangerous enemy will do anything to prevent her from taking charge of her family's inheritance...

  CONTENTS

  Beyond the Sunset

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Contact Anna

  About the Author

  Also by Anna Jacobs

  BEYOND THE SUNSET

  Anna Jacobs

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  First published in Great Britain in 2010 by Hodder & Stoughton

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  Copyright © Anna Jacobs 2010

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  Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  Epub ISBN 978 1 444 71159 2

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  This book is dedicated to librarians everywhere for the wonderful service they provide, not only the books but the research help, which has been invaluable to me over the years I’ve been writing historical stories.

  For this book, I’d particularly like to thank Tom Reynolds of the State Records Office of Western Australia, Gillian Simpson of the Australian National Maritime Museum, the Document Supply Service of the National Library of Australia, the Ask Us service of the State Library of Western Australia, the national Australian Ask A Librarian service, Sue Smith of the Albany Public Library, and the wonderful staff of my local Mandurah Library. Their input into my research was invaluable.

  And finally, this time I had a new and interesting problem: how to describe a horse and cart crash. For this I had help on line from the USA – so thanks, David Yauch, Liz Goldman, Tracy Meisenbach, Ashley McConnell, Jennifer Smith and Jeane Westin, who really know about horses and carts. They were gentle and kind and informative as they corrected my mistakes. I still don’t know how to drive a horse and cart, but I do know how to crash one!

  Prologue

  Swan River Colony (Western Australia)

  December 1863

  Pandora Blake heard footsteps and tried to brush away the tears as she saw her eldest sister coming across the garden of the Migrants’ Home towards her.

  ‘Breakfast is ready.’ Cassandra put an arm round her shoulders. ‘Oh, dear! I don’t like to see you so upset. You know we can’t return to Lancashire. If we did, I’m quite sure our lives would be in danger.’

  She nodded and tried to summon up a smile.

  ‘Don’t,’ Cassandra said softly.

  ‘Don’t what?’

  ‘Don’t pretend with me. Isn’t the homesickness getting any better at all?’

  Pandora could only shake her head blindly and try to swallow the lump of grief that seemed permanently lodged in her throat. ‘It was cruel of our aunt to force us to leave England. Why does she hate us so much?

  ‘Father always thought it was because she couldn’t have children.’

  ‘That’s not our fault.’

  Cassandra gave her a quick hug. ‘I know.’

  ‘You should have seen her that last time she came to visit us. She was terrifying, and strange too. She had that piece of your hair that they’d cut off, still tied with your ribbon, and we were certain if we didn’t do as she asked and leave the country, she’d have you killed. We thought we’d never see you again. It was a miracle you escaped to join us on the ship.’

  A bell rang from inside the building. ‘Breakfast is ready,’ Cassandra said again.

  ‘I’ll join you in a few minutes. I need to calm down.’

  ‘All right.’

  Pandora sighed as she looked round the garden, relishing a few moments on her own. The ship had been crowded with other single women brought out to the Swan River Colony as maids, some of them quarrelsome and noisy. All the Lancashire lasses had been thin at first after the long months without work because of the lack of raw cotton, but no one else seemed so badly affected by homesickness as she was. What was wrong with her?

  She stared round. She’d thought she’d feel differently once they got here, but she didn’t. It was so unlike the soft cool colours of her native Lancashire. Even at this early hour, the sun blazed down from a cloudless blue sky and she felt uncomfortably hot. Wiping her brow, she went to sit on a bench in the shade of a gum tree. It had pretty red flowers, but the leaves were sickle-shaped and leathery, of a dull green. Even the stray clumps of grass in the garden were more beige than green, burnt by the searing sun, while the ground was sandy, shifting beneath your feet as you walked. How anything grew in it, she couldn’t think.

  A pair of galahs flew across to perch in the tree, squawking harshly at one another. She’d called them ‘parrots’ when she first arrived but Matron had laughed and told her they were cockatoos, not parrots. Their calls were ugly, but they were pretty to look at, with pink throats and chests, pale grey wings, heads and crests.

  One began to nip the flowers off the gum tree with its strong beak, not eating them but simply letting each one drop to the ground while it sought another blossom to pinch out. Was it doing this for sheer devilment or was there some purpose?

  Even if she wanted to take the risk, how could she return to Lancashire? She didn’t have the money for the fare and she didn’t want to leave her sisters. No, somehow she’d have to come to terms with this terrible longing for home. She stood up, took a deep breath and went inside.

  As usual the twins were sitting with their heads close together, talking animatedly.
Pandora got herself a plate of food and didn’t comment on the way Cassandra was staring at her plate, eating very little. Her eldest sister had her own problems, was now carrying the child of a man who’d raped her just before she left England.

  Afterwards Pandora helped with the clearing up, trying to speak cheerfully to the other women.

  She would get over this homesickness, she told herself firmly – or learn to hide it better. She’d never been a whiner, wasn’t going to start now.

  1

  Lancashire: 1st January, 1864

  Mr Featherworth leaned back in his chair and studied the young man sitting on the other side of his desk. Not good-looking, Zachary Carr, too tall and bony for that, but still, he had a reputation for honesty and common sense, and a steady gaze. The late Mr Blake had thought a lot of him, had said several times that you’d go a long way to find a more decent fellow. That was much more important to the lawyer than how a man looked.

  The more he talked to the young man, the more he warmed to him. Carr had been the breadwinner for his mother and sister for several years, so was clearly a responsible person, and he seemed intelligent too. He might never have travelled overseas before, but he was young and strong, and at twenty-five, he’d grown beyond a young man’s rashness. He even knew how to ride a horse, because his uncle had a farm. That was a big advantage, because Mr Featherworth had been told there were no railways in the Swan River Colony.

  Most important of all, though: Zachary knew the four Blake sisters by sight.

  Yes, Mr Featherworth was sure he’d chosen the right person to send on this mission.

  ‘It’s not taken as long as I expected to find a ship going to the Swan River Colony – or Western Australia as some call it now. I’ve booked you a passage on the Clara, which is due to leave London on January the 11th.’

  Zachary’s face lit up, then the date sank in and he looked startled. ‘But that’s only just over a week away! How will I ever get ready in time?’

  Mr Featherworth held up one hand. ‘Please let me finish.’

  The younger man gave him an embarrassed smile. ‘Sorry. I’m a bit excited about it all.’

  The lawyer smiled back at him. ‘It’s not surprising. Few young men of your station in life are given an opportunity to travel to the other side of the world. But as you know, the Blake sisters had already left England when their uncle’s will was read, so someone has to tell them they’re the new owners of his grocery emporium, and escort them back from Australia.’

  Zachary nodded. ‘It was a sad business, that. I thought a lot of Mr Blake. He was a good employer and a kind man.’

  ‘Yes indeed.’

  They were both silent for a few minutes. Who would have thought the late Mrs Blake would go insane, murder her husband and force her nieces to leave the country in fear of their lives? The idea of all that still gave the lawyer nightmares.

  ‘Now, as to the details of your voyage, I had at first intended to send you steerage, because one has to be careful when spending a client’s money. But this is a vessel taking convicts to Western Australia, not a normal passenger vessel, and I’ve decided you’ll be far safer as a cabin passenger. Not that the steerage passengers mingle with the convicts, certainly not, but still . . . I was fortunate enough to secure the last vacant bunk for you – though you’ll have to share the cabin with another gentleman.’

  ‘What exactly does “cabin passenger” mean?’

  ‘It means you’ll be travelling with the gentry, away from the convicts and in more comfort than the steerage passengers, both going out to Australia and when you bring the young women back. However, you’ll not be in the first-class cabins, whose occupants eat at the Captain’s table, but rather in the deck cabins, which have their own dining area and less generous accommodation. Your travelling companions will still be a better class of person than you would find in steerage, though.’ He studied Zachary. ‘You look worried.’

  ‘I shan’t know how to behave in such company. I’ve served the gentry in the store, but they live differently from us. I don’t want to let you down – or embarrass myself.’

  ‘I’m sure you’ll do nothing to upset people, but if you’re doubtful how to behave, watch others whom you respect and imitate them. You can also ask advice of the ship’s doctor or one of the ship’s officers, if need be. The main thing is not to pretend to know something you don’t or be something you aren’t. It’d not look good to be caught out in a lie.’

  ‘Yes, sir. I’ll try my best.’

  ‘I’m sure you will or I’d not be sending you. Now, you’ll need better clothing than you have at present – no, don’t be embarrassed. In your present position, your clothing is perfectly suitable. But for this journey you’ll need other garments if you’re to gain people’s respect and assistance, not to mention extra changes of clothing for the three-month voyage. I’ve asked my tailor to make you some new clothes. He’s prepared to work day and night to supply you with what you need. I shall myself escort you to London and we’ll purchase anything else necessary from a ship’s chandler near the docks.’

  He paused and frowned, because this was a delicate matter, something his wife had pointed out. ‘It might be a good idea for you to eat your evening meals at my house from now on, so that we can make sure your table manners are correct. There are niceties of eating, ways of using various pieces of cutlery! . . . well, you understand, I’m sure.’

  Zachary flushed but nodded.

  ‘You’d better stop work in the shop immediately. Go and inform Prebble. Tell him we’ll find a replacement till you return. Then come back and my clerk will take you to see the tailor. You’ll also need to go to Hawsworth’s to purchase underclothing and whatever else you’re in need of. The clothing will, of course, be yours to keep afterwards.’

  ‘Thank you, sir.’

  ‘We’ll discuss the arrangements you’ll need to make for the journey home to Lancashire after our evening meal tonight. How surprised those young women will be to hear about their inheritance! They’ll be so happy to be able to come home again.’

  ‘And if they ask for details of their legacy, what am I to tell them?’

  Mr Featherworth hesitated.

  ‘I’m not asking out of curiosity, sir, but they’re bound to want to know.’

  ‘Broadly speaking, they own the shop, the building in which it’s located, including comfortable living accommodation above it, as you know, plus several cottages and houses which are rented out and bring in extra income. There is also a tidy sum of money in the bank. This was to have been used to provide for Mrs Blake during her lifetime, but was not needed in view of her death so soon after her husband’s – though that was a mercy, given her state of mind.’

  He raised one finger in a cautioning gesture. ‘Mind, you are not to tell anyone else, anyone at all, these details.’

  Zachary nodded. No need to say that. He wasn’t one to tattle about other people’s affairs, let alone betray confidential information.

  Excitement swelled within him. He was going to Australia, travelling the world! What wonders would he see on his journey?

  Pandora walked back across the yard of the Migrants’ Home to join the twins after speaking to a lady seeking a housemaid. It had been an effort to answer the questions. What did she care about finding a job when Cassandra was in such trouble? Before she left the ship, her sister had been accused of stealing money by her employers and was now confined to the Home. As if any of them would steal!

  ‘The lady you were talking to looks very annoyed,’ Maia said.

  Pandora shrugged. ‘I told her I couldn’t take the job. She lives a long way from Perth, somewhere to the north. It takes five days to get there by cart. I don’t care what Matron says, I’m not going that far away from you all.’

  ‘I hadn’t thought it’d be so hard to find work near one another.’ Maia linked arms with her twin, Xanthe, and the three of them moved to a quiet corner.

  But people pursued them there, al
l seeking maids.

  ‘Why did you come to Australia if you don’t want a job?’ one demanded.

  ‘I shall complain to Matron about your attitude,’ another said huffily.

  Pandora didn’t try to respond to that. Bad enough to be so far away from her home. Unthinkable to be separated from her sisters as well.

  A little later that day a well-dressed lady came into the Migrants’ Home, accompanied by a man who moved through the crowd ahead of her. With a shriek, Pandora ran across, so happy to see someone from home that she flung herself into his arms, laughing and crying at once. ‘Reece! I can’t believe it’s you!’

  He stared at her in blank astonishment. ‘What the— Pandora, what on earth are you doing here?’ He looked round. ‘Is Cassandra with you?’

  ‘Yes, but it’s a long story. Not for public telling and—’ she began, stopping as she realised who he was with. ‘Mrs Southerham! Oh, I can’t believe our luck! You’re just the person we need to see.’

  Livia smiled at her and the twins, who had come across to join them. ‘Isn’t Cassandra with you?’

  ‘They told her she can’t get a job yet. They think she stole some money. She says you gave it to her.’

  ‘I did give her some.’

  They all tried to talk at once, explaining what had happened.

  Reece beamed at them. ‘I can’t believe it. Cassandra’s here in Australia. I was going to send her a letter asking her to join me here.’ To marry him.

  Matron came over to see what was happening and speak to Mrs Southerham.

  Reece listened for a moment or two, then asked who this Mrs Lawson was. Matron looked at him in puzzlement. ‘Mrs Lawson is the sister of these young ladies.’

  ‘Cassandra? Then she’s the woman I want to marry.’

  Silence, then, ‘Is it a while since you saw her?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Pandora poked him in the ribs. ‘We’ll explain later.’