The Bride's Prerogative

by Davis, Susan Page

  Vashti and Trudy chattered as they neared Nampa. The rain had slacked off, but the breeze was still chilly. Trudy rubbed at her gun barrel with a handkerchief.

  “I hope this rifle doesn’t rust from getting wet today.”

  Vashti looked over at her. “Too bad we had to drive most of the way in the rain. Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. I dressed for it. What do you do when you stay over in Nampa?”

  “I usually have the rest of the day free. Once I walked up the street a little and looked in the shops, but mostly I stay at the station. I get my supper and go to bed early. I’ll ask if you can be in the same room with me tonight.”

  “That would be fun.”

  Vashti called out to the riders, “Mr. Dooley! Mr. Tinen!”

  They turned in their saddles.

  “Station’s just over that rise.” She uncoiled her whip and cracked it. Had to make a good showing when you came into the station. Hiram and Art pulled off to the sides and let her pass them, then fell in behind the coach. The road was a bit muddy, but the mules managed to jog into the yard at a respectable pace.

  “Whoa, boys,” Vashti called and laid on the reins a little. These mules needed a firmer touch than most horses.

  The station agent came out. “Well, George, I see you made it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Well, well, well.” He looked Trudy over. “I see Mr. Bane’s hired a new messenger of the distaff side.”

  Trudy laughed. “Ned Harmon was injured last week. My brother and I and Mr. Tinen, back there, rode along to give Mr. Bane peace of mind.”

  “And you had no trouble on the road?”

  “Just rain and mud,” Vashti said, bending down to retrieve her bag from beneath the seat.

  “Good. Got a meal ready for you, but don’t get too comfortable.”

  Vashti paused. “What do you mean?”

  “Buck Eastman busted his leg.”

  Vashti caught her breath.

  “Who’s Buck Eastman?” Trudy asked.

  “He’s the driver on the run from here to Boise,” Vashti said.

  “That’s right.” The station agent made a sympathetic face. “Sorry, but you’ll have to drive on to Boise. You’ve got twenty minutes to eat while we change the teams.”

  CHAPTER 23

  You don’t have a choice?” Art Tinen asked.

  “I’m afraid not. The contract I signed says if the next driver up the line can’t make his run and they don’t have a replacement ready, I have to make it.” Vashti shoveled mashed potatoes into her mouth.

  Trudy frowned at her across the table. “But what if you get to Boise and the next driver’s sick?”

  “They can’t make me do more than two runs in a row.”

  Trudy, Hiram, and Art watched her eat for a minute. They’d get fed, too, but they’d have plenty of time. Vashti had to be on the box and ready to roll in ten more minutes.

  Hiram rested his arm on the back of his sister’s chair. His eyes matched Trudy’s perfectly—stormy gray blue. “Do they have an escort for you?”

  Vashti gulped down a swallow of milk. “Yes, the fellow who usually rides with Buck Eastman is here. And it’s fairly civilized along the road from here to Boise. I don’t think we’ll see any road agents.”

  “So … what should we do?” Art asked.

  “Vashti, if you want us to go with you, we can,” Trudy said quietly.

  “Don’t be silly. You don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine. Stay here and rest. Besides, Ethan and Starr will worry their heads off if you don’t come home tomorrow afternoon.”

  “But won’t you drive back here tomorrow and take your regular run back to Fergus?” Hiram asked.

  She hadn’t thought of that. Did they expect her to drive four legs in two days? Of course, the run to Boise was only twenty miles, and the road was pretty good. “I’d better speak to the station agent.”

  She shoved her stool back and rose. Though she was tired, she knew she could drive as far as Boise with a fresh team. A couple of more hours wouldn’t kill her. She’d spend the night in the territorial capital and head back in the morning. “It’s really not that far.”

  Outside, the tenders had the fresh team in place—four matched bays. Vashti found herself eager to drive them. She walked to where Jeremiah Gayle, the station agent, stood talking to another man.

  “Here’s your driver,” he said as Vashti approached. “George Edwards, meet Harold Day. He’s your messenger as far as Boise, and he’ll go on with the next driver from there.”

  Vashti shook the shotgun rider’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Harold. So they have someone ready to take over in Boise?”

  Harold just stood looking at her with a half smile pasted on his face.

  Mr. Gayle said, “Yes, they telegraphed. Sid Carver’s there, rarin’ to go. He’s young, but he hopes to get a permanent driving job. This will be a little test for him. You’ll just go as far as Boise and stay at the hotel there.”

  “A hotel.”

  “Yup. They put drivers up at a fancy place there, right, Harold?”

  Harold spat on the ground. “Wouldn’t call it fancy.”

  Vashti gulped. She wanted to ask if it was safe for women. “And will I drive back here in the morning?”

  “That’s right. You’ll have a different messenger with you. Likely Tom McPherson. You’ll come back here and take your regular drive back to Fergus. You good with that? It means double pay.”

  She hadn’t thought of that. “Sure. And if my friends who came along from Fergus want to go, is that all right?”

  “Well, we’ve got a full coach for you. And we wouldn’t pay for the extra riders, though I understand you needed ‘em to get here safely.”

  “I’ll be right back.” She turned toward the house.

  “Be quick,” Gayle called. “You’re scheduled to leave in three minutes.”

  She hurried inside and explained the situation. Passengers bustled about, gathering their belongings.

  Art looked at Hiram. “What do you think? We could just stay here and join Vashti again when she leaves here for Fergus tomorrow. Our room and food are all paid for here.”

  Hiram nodded. “To be honest, I didn’t come prepared to pay for a hotel and meals in Boise.”

  Trudy’s mouth drooped.

  “How long since you’ve been to Boise City, Trudy?” Vashti asked.

  Her friend looked at her and shrugged. “Quite a while.”

  “You could probably share my room with me, if you wanted to ride along. Mr. Gayle says the coach is full, but there’s always room outside.” She glanced toward the window. “Of course, the rain could start up again.”

  Trudy’s eyes glittered. “Hiram, can I borrow your hat? It’ll keep the rain off better than mine.”

  He sighed mournfully, but his lips quirked into a little smile as he handed her the old felt hat. “If you’re going, maybe there’s something you can check on for me. Can I talk to you for a second?”

  Trudy followed him a few steps away from the others. Vashti tapped her foot. Mr. Gayle was probably looking at his watch and steaming. Hiram put something in Trudy’s hand, and she shoved it quickly into her purse. She came back to Vashti smiling.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Mind you don’t let her get into trouble,” Hiram said.

  “I assure you, we’ll be proper ladies. Well, as proper as I can be in these clothes.” For the first time, Vashti regretted not bringing a dress along on her stagecoach runs.

  “Come on, then.” Trudy clapped the hat on. “Hiram, you boys be good.”

  Hiram and Arthur laughed.

  When they got outside, the coach was loaded and two men were sitting on the roof.

  Vashti threw Trudy an apologetic glance. “Sorry—I didn’t know we had that many passengers.”

  “Don’t fret.” Trudy was always game to lead the shooting club into adventure, and the prospect of an uncomfortable ride among strange men didn�
�t seem to daunt her. She climbed up to the box and smiled at the passengers. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I’ll be joining you.”

  Harold Day already sat on the box. He caught Vashti’s eye. “Your friend can sit here with us, if you don’t think it’ll interfere with your driving.”

  At once Vashti said, “Hey, Trudy, sit with me and Harold.”

  “Oh. All right.”

  Vashti climbed up and considered whether she ought to sit on the outside or in the middle for the best control of the horses. At last she settled between Harold and Trudy and took up the reins.

  “You’re two minutes late leaving,” Mr. Gayle said from the ground.

  “I’m sorry.” Vashti looked ahead to the tenders and nodded. As they released the horses’ heads, she flicked her whip, careful not to jab Trudy with her elbow as she did. “Up, you.” The four bays broke immediately into their road trot, and the coach rolled forward.

  Though the quarters were a little close, she found the ride to Boise almost as pleasant as her earlier drive with Trudy. They soon had Harold laughing with their tales of life in Fergus. Trudy drew out the messenger, looking past Vashti to question him. They learned he was a family man living in Nampa, and the father of three children. By the time they reached the swing station where the horses were changed, Trudy and Vashti had learned all the children’s names and ages, and the fact that one of them had celebrated his fourth birthday the day before.

  “That reminds me,” Trudy said. “Libby’s birthday is next week. I’d like to get her something. Nothing big. Just something she doesn’t have in the emporium, you know?”

  “She and Hiram will have a cause for wedding gifts soon, too.” Vashti picked up her whip, ready to set out again with the new team. “The folks who are buying her business are supposed to return with us to Fergus tomorrow.”

  Trudy gave her a mysterious smile and bounced a little on the seat. “Remember when Hiram asked to talk to me at the last minute?”

  “Yes.”

  Trudy leaned closer and whispered in Vashti’s ear, “He asked me to look for a wedding ring for Libby, so’s he wouldn’t have to buy it at her store.”

  “That sounds like a fun errand.”

  “Do you suppose the stores will still be open when we get to Boise?” Trudy looked up, but gray clouds blocked the sun.

  “Should be,” Harold said. “The schedule puts us there at four.”

  “Then let’s be on time,” Vashti said. The new team was swiftly put in place, and she figured they might have made up their lost two minutes. One more passenger had climbed to the roof behind them. “Next stop Boise City,” she called and nodded to the tenders. The horses tried to jump into a canter, but she steadied them. No need to rush.

  A raindrop plinked on her nose.

  As soon as Vashti was free to leave the stagecoach stop, she and Trudy headed for the nearest cluster of shops. With the promise of double pay when she got home, Vashti splurged on a large umbrella. “We can both fit under it,” she said.

  They asked the clerk at the haberdashery what stores would be open latest and planned their itinerary accordingly. Carrying their meager luggage, they visited those between the stage stop and the hotel. Vashti found a serviceable black bombazine skirt, which she wore out of the store, carrying her trousers stuffed into her canvas bag.

  “All the wedding rings they have look the same,” Trudy said when Vashti came out of the fitting booth at the back. “Well, of course. They’re supposed to, aren’t they?”

  “I guess. Hiram didn’t give me much money, but I can get one.”

  “I’ve got a little extra, if you need it.”

  “No … but they have different sizes. What size do you suppose Libby wears?”

  “Hmm. Her fingers are slender.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.” Trudy perked up suddenly. “Let’s try them on.”

  Trying to hide their laughter, they slipped ring after ring onto their fingers as the clerk watched.

  “This one, I think,” Trudy said at last. She held it out to the clerk and slipped her own wedding ring on again.

  Vashti turned away from the counter with a sigh. That was probably as close as she’d ever get to wearing a wedding ring.

  By six o’clock, they were ready to sign in at the hotel and have dinner.

  The desk clerk made no comment about the extra guest Vashti was taking to the room with her, but he did eye their headgear—men’s hats on both ladies’ heads—with an air of disapproval. They found they could lock their possessions in their room, so they freshened up and descended to the dining room.

  “I can pay for your supper,” Vashti offered as they sat down at a table near the front windows.

  “I have enough,” Trudy said. “I wasn’t sure until I got Libby’s birthday gift, but it wasn’t too expensive, so I have plenty left for supper and breakfast. Do you think she’ll like it?”

  “I certainly do. I’ve heard she loves to read, and you got the very latest book from New York. She can’t possibly have read it yet.”

  “I do hope she likes poetry.”

  “She’ll love it,” Vashti said.

  A woman in a dark brown dress and ecru apron came to their table. “Good evening, ladies. What may I bring you?”

  They ordered two servings of chicken pie and a pot of tea.

  “I wish I could have found a good wedding present for them,” Vashti said.

  “There’s still that store down beyond the bank,” Trudy said. “We could walk down there.”

  When the waitress came back with their plates, Vashti asked, “Would we have time to go shopping at that big store down the street?”

  “Hubbard’s generally stays open until nine,” the woman said.

  “Would it be safe for us to walk down there?” Trudy asked.

  “I’d think so, if you stay together and don’t loiter.”

  Vashti wished the men had come with them. “What do you think?”

  Trudy shrugged. “I’m willing if you are.”

  The waitress poured tea for them. “There is one saloon on the other side of the street, shortly before you get to Hubbard’s. Just be aware and keep moving.”

  When they’d finished the meal, they got their wraps. Trudy put her pistol in her purse. Vashti hadn’t brought a handbag, but she tucked her gun into her waistband, beneath her vest and coat. She took the umbrella, but the rain had let up.

  “I don’t suppose we dare leave this here.”

  Trudy shook her head. “If we do, it will pour just when we’re ready to come back.”

  They walked quickly down the street. Few pedestrians were out. A wagon occasionally rattled past them. As they approached the store, it was easy to pick out the saloon. On the far side of the street, a dozen or more horses were tied to a hitching rail before a low log building. Laughter and tinny music reached them. Vashti swallowed hard at the vivid reminder of her past life.

  “Come on.” Trudy hung on to her sleeve and steered her quickly onward, to the quiet store. “I’m glad we didn’t have to walk on the same side of the street as that place.”

  Inside, ready-made clothing for the entire family was displayed. Vashti hadn’t been in a store bigger than Libby’s Paragon Emporium since she’d come to Fergus five years ago, and she suspected that for Trudy it had been longer. They walked slowly around the perimeter, stopping to look at whatever caught their fancy—a silk shawl draped over an open chest, a pair of children’s overalls on a large doll, or row after row of shoes.

  “This place could outfit everyone in Fergus,” Trudy said.

  Vashti nodded, eyeing the headless display form that vaguely resembled a woman’s body. The shimmering gown it wore caught her eye, but the decapitated figure made her shiver. “They say there wasn’t even a town here thirty years ago.”

  “It wasn’t nearly so big when I last came here,” Trudy said. She fingered a challis blouse in a muted pink and white print. “Sort of wish I’d brought more money. But that’
s silly. I have all the clothes I need.”

  “It’s fun to get something new now and then.” Vashti turned to her with a smile. “Help me pick out a nice gift for the bride and groom.”

  Trudy joined her quest, and fifteen minutes later they left the store with an imported china platter, hand-painted with flowers and nesting birds, wrapped with several layers of newspaper and tied up in brown paper. Vashti had spent a little more than she’d planned, but the birds were so dear she couldn’t resist it.

  “When Libby and Hiram have you and Ethan over at Thanksgiving, she can serve her turkey on it,” she said to Trudy.

  Her friend laughed and pulled on her gloves as they left the store. They walked toward the hotel.

  “Know what I’m going to do with the ring tomorrow?” Trudy asked.

  “What?”

  “Now, mind you, I don’t think we’ll get held up. But just in case we do …” She leaned closer and whispered, “I’m tying it into my corset.”

  Vashti laughed.

  “You think it’s funny,” Trudy said, “but I heard about a robbery down in California where a lady put nine hundred dollars in her bosom. All the men got robbed. She gave the outlaws her reticule with a couple of dollars in it, and they never suspected she had more.”

  “Right.” They were even with the saloon, and Vashti flicked a glance toward it. A man came out the door. He appeared to be sober, and he headed diagonally across the street toward Hubbard’s. She would have kept going without another thought, but he turned his face into the light flowing out the store’s front window, and she caught her breath. Her step faltered, and she nearly dropped the platter.

  CHAPTER 24

  Are you all right?” Trudy asked, putting out a hand to steady her friend.

  Vashti whipped her head around, her heart racing. “Quick,” she whispered and dashed along the sidewalk, hugging her awkward burden.

  Trudy raced along beside her, craning her neck to look back and then turning forward again. “What is it? That man? He went into the store.”

  “Good.” Vashti slowed to a brisk walk, panting. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s all right. Do you know him?”