FIONA’S JOURNEY
by
Agnes Alexander
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Copyright © 2012 by Agnes Alexander
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ISBN: 978-1-61160-217-3
Credits
Editor: Marsha Briscoe
Printed in the United States of America
Dedication
Dedicated to my uncle, Ernest Walsh, and to the memory of my father, Ed Hall.
They both always wanted me to write a book set in the west.
Chapter 1
Western Kentucky - March, 1855
Rain threatened and a chilly wind swirled around the small crowd of mourners as the monotone voice of the preacher said the familiar words, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Into your hands we commend these spirits.” He closed his book. “Now let us turn to the Lord in prayer.”
Fiona Webb tuned him out, pulled her well-worn cloak tighter around her, and stared at the double grave. It was still unbelievable that her brother and his wife were dead. She thought back to two weeks earlier when they were excited about going into town to pay off the mortgage on the farm. The entire family had worked diligently for over four years to save every extra cent coming into the household to make this place their own. It was worth the effort because with one trip to the bank their dream would become a reality.
“Think, Sis,” Jonathan said as he settled Mariam into the buckboard to make the trip to the bank that cold February morning. “The mortgage will be paid off by the due date of February twenty-eighth and the Webb family will own this farm free and clear.”
“That’s wonderful, Jonathan.” Fiona smiled at her brother.
“It sure is. I have a feeling deep in my soul that we’ll have a good year coming up. We’ll plant a big crop and when it’s harvested we’ll have enough money to add a new room onto the cabin. Joey won’t have to move into the loft to make room for the new baby then.”
“A new room will be nice, but I know it’s taking everything we have to pay the bank. What about the seed for this year’s planting?”
“Don’t worry, Fiona. Since Hayes General Store is paid up, I’m sure they’ll let me buy the seed on credit for the coming season.”
“Jonathan says with all the extra crops we’ll be able to make even more money this year, didn’t you, dear?” Marian looked at her husband as if she thought he was some kind of God.
“Yeah. We might even make enough to give Fiona a little dowry.” He laughed and winked at his wife. “Looks like it’s the only way I’ll ever get my little sister married.”
“I’m not interested in getting married, Jonathan.” Fiona put her hands on her hips and gave her brother a crooked smile.
“You’ve made that clear, but you can’t wait forever for the perfect man to come along. You’ll end up an old maid if you do. You’ll be turning nineteen in a couple of months, you know.” He made a face at her.
“Fiona, I was only seventeen when Jonathan and I got married.” Mirian grinned. “You might as well stop looking for the perfect fellow because I got the only perfect man on earth when I married your brother.”
“You’re right, my love.” Jonathan patted his wife’s arm and went around the buckboard to climb in the other side.
“You two lovebirds get out of here. We’ll discuss my material status later.” Fiona laughed.
Eight-year-old Joey climbed up beside his mother. “I love you, Mama.” He hugged her. “If I be good, will you bring me back a peppermint?”
“We’ll bring you one if you mind your aunt and do everything she needs you to do.”
“That’s right, son. Don’t you and your aunt go getting into any trouble,” Jonathan said. “You know I love you too much to have to come home and punish you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy and I’ll mind her real good.” He grinned at his father and jumped down. He took Fiona’s hand. “I like Aunt Fiona. She and I have a good time together.”
“Now don’t you go having too good of a time.” Jonathan snapped the reins and the wagon pulled out of the yard. He called out his usual farewell, “God watch over you two until I get back to do the job.”
Those were the last words Fiona would ever hear her brother say.
There was a heavy rain the afternoon her brother and sister-in-law went to town, so Fiona wasn’t too worried when they didn’t show up by nightfall. She figured they either spent the night in town or on one of the neighboring farms. But when the rain let up on the third day and her relatives still hadn’t come home, she began to worry. She saddled one of the two horses they had left, pulled Joey up behind her, and set out looking for them. No one had seen the Webbs at any of the farms around them so she headed to town. Mrs. Hayes, at the general store, told her neither Jonathan nor Marian had come in for seed or supplies. They’d not registered at the one hotel in town. When she couldn’t think of anywhere else to look, she went to the sheriff. He agreed to ride out and look around, but he kept saying they must have decided to go to one of the towns to the west. Fiona didn’t think so. None of the towns west of their place were bigger than fifty or sixty people and they couldn’t pay the mortgage or buy supplies in any of them. She asked at a few other businesses on the main street, but nobody had seen the couple. With no other options, Fiona and Joey returned to the farm.
A week later, the sheriff came to the door with his hat in his hand and informed her that the mortgage hadn’t been paid on time. The farm had gone on the auction block the day after the deadline and it was bought by one of the large farmers in the next county. He told her she had three weeks to pack up and leave. Apologizing, he then got back on his horse and rode away without further comment.
Fiona was stunned. She was also scared and confused and had no idea what to do. She’d never had to make a decision like this and she wasn’t sure she knew how. Where was her brother? Where could she and Joey go? They didn’t have any friends in town and the ones they did have on the surrounding farms led the same sparse and demanding life the Webbs did. None of their neighbors could afford to take in two more mouths to feed.
A few days later she learned Slim Jenkins went out to hunt game for his family’s supper and came across the abandon buckboard about six miles from the Webb farm. It had been driven away from the road and hidden in the dense woods. He went for the sheriff, who came to the house and informed Fiona the bodies of her brother and sister-in-law were stretched out in the bed of the wagon which Slim would be bringing home as soon as he could hitch up his mules. He also told her Jonathan had been shot in the chest. Marian had been molested and her throat had been cut. The horses and the money meant to pay the mortgage were gone. Slim arrived an hour later with the bodies.
For a couple of days things had been a blur for Fiona and she was still numb. Today they were laying the couple to rest in a grave together. She also knew
Joey was the only family she had left. What she didn’t know was where they could go or what they’d do since Jonathan and Mirian would never come home again.
As the wind whipped the worn cape, Fiona looked down at Joey. She didn’t think her heart could break any more, but one look at her eight-year-old nephew and she knew she could go deeper into her sadness. He was hanging on to her as if he was afraid she would leave him, too. She squeezed his hand in hers and he looked up at her. Tears ran down his cheeks. She forced a smile at him, then turned her eyes back to the small group around the grave so the tears in her eyes wouldn’t upset him any further.
Silently she promised Jonathan and Mariam she’d always take care of Joey. She didn’t know how she’d do it, but she’d think of something. She had to. No matter what, she and her nephew would not be separated. She loved Joey and she owed it to Jonathan and Marian to protect the son they both loved.
The service ended and a few people began to step up and speak to her and Joey.
“Come over tomorrow and have a good meal with my family, Fiona,” one of the neighbors said. “We’ll be glad to have you.”
“I’ll see. Thank you for coming.” Fiona knew this family had very little and it was hard to keep their own family fed. She didn’t want to impose on them.
Luther Markin pushed ahead of the woman and took hold of Fiona’s hand. “Well, little gal, since you’ve lost the farm I guess you’ll be moving away.”
“I’m not sure what we’ll do.” Fiona almost snapped as she pulled her hand away.
What was Luther Markin doing here? What business was it of his what she and Joey would do?
Though she’d never liked Luther Markin, the fact he didn’t say anything about her brother’s death wasn’t lost on her. But it was to be expected. She’d never thought any of the Markin family had any manners and Jonathan had told her on more than one occasion he thought the man was into something illegal. He said Markin must be because he never ceased to have a pocketful of money and he was always bragging and showing off to the neighbors. Though his farm was no bigger than most of those in the area, he never seemed to want for anything. For sometime there had been speculation that strange activities were going on at his place, but nobody was able to prove anything, although it was often wondered why there was a succession of young boys who worked for him for a summer or two then disappeared.
Today he didn’t seem to notice Fiona’s coolness. He pushed back his coat and stuck his thumbs in his suspenders. “Well, the Misses and I figured you’d want to move to town and lord knows you don’t want to be saddled with a kid. You’re too young.”
“Joey and I will be fine.” This time she did snap.
“I don’t see them letting you keep him since you’re not married. They’ll probably take him away from you and put him in a home somewhere. Might even send him to an orphanage.”
“I hear those homes for orphans are pretty bad,” Jessie Markin, Luther’s pitiful looking wife, said. “I hate to see a boy like Joey be sent to a place like that. What he needs is a family.” Her speech seemed rehearsed and it probably was. Everyone knew Luther often took his whip to her and made her say and do anything he wanted her to.
“Will I have to go to the orphanage, Aunt Fiona?” Joey broke into the conversation and looked at her with his big brown eyes.
She patted his shoulder. “Of course not, Joey. You and I will be together until you’re a grown man.”
“You two might be all right for a while, but you’re going to want to get you a husband when you see how hard it is for a woman by herself around these hills. And I tell you right now, not many single men want to take on a kid who’s not his.” Luther turned his head and spit tobacco juice a good three yards.
“What are you getting at, Mr. Markin?” Fiona eyed him.
“The misses and I talked it over and since we have a parcel of girls of our own, I need another boy around the farm to help me with the place. The one we took in a while back is not going to be there much longer. Even at this little fellow’s age I bet he can do as much work as the boy I have and probably my three girls put together.”
“I can’t believe you’re serious about taking my nephew.” Fiona stared at him.
“I’m very serious. We decided we’d take the boy off your hands so you can get married and start having kids of your own. You’ll not even miss him then.”
Fiona stiffened her back and glared at Luther Markin. “Nobody is going to take Joey away from me. We’re family and we’re going to stick together.”
Before he could reply, she turned her back and spoke to the husband and wife coming up behind her. She wished she hadn’t.
“I don’t know what Luther Markin offered you for the boy,” Slim Jenkins said, “but I’ll double it. I liked Jonathan and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me having the boy. I’ll see to it you have enough money to move to town and find a husband to look after you. I know Jonathan would want me to take him.”
Without answering, Fiona whirled around. “Come on, Joey. Let’s go home before it rains.”
As they headed for the buckboard, she heard Luther say, “Looks like you riled her up, Slim. Now it’s going to be hard for me to get the kid. He’s going to grow up strong as an ox. With a few licks of my whip, I bet I could get a good day’s work out of him already. When I get him trained, he’ll bring a good price as a farm hand.”
“Don’t worry,” Slim said. “She’ll change her tune when she sees how much trouble a kid can be, but I want you to know right now, I’m going to try to get him myself. I’ll be better to him than you are. I don’t use no whip to train them. I’ve always found the back of my hand does as good.”
Luther said, “I guess we best let her go today. She’s still got a week or so she can stay at the farm. When it comes time to move, I bet she’ll be ready to deal. I have every intention of getting that youngster even if I have to steal him.”
“Luther’s already decided he’ll go to court and claim she’s not fit to raise a child if she don’t turn him over to us,” Jessie Markin said.
“Shut up, woman!” Luther growled. “I don’t need your help now. You done said all I wanted you to. Now get in the buggy and let’s get home. I need to go into town tonight.”
“Looks like a storm, Luther.”
“I told you to shut-up, woman. Ain’t no storm going to keep me away tonight. I hear there’s a new dancer at the saloon. I want to see her.” Luther let out a loud evil laugh. “You ought to go with me, Slim.”
“Don’t think my family would like that, Luther.”
Luther laughed again. “I guess I’m man enough to not give a damn what my family thinks. I don’t owe them a thing.”
Fiona wanted to scream at him to have a little respect for the occasion, but she climbed into the buckboard without looking back. Joey climbed in beside her.
She snapped the reins over the horse and they headed toward the cabin. She knew she couldn’t let this evil man get his hands on Joey. Somehow she had to think of a way for them to stay together, but she knew she was so mad now all she could think about was how much she wanted to take a whip to Luther Markin. She was so furious she didn’t even notice the tears in Joey’s eyes.
* * * *
It was after midnight when the noise woke Fiona from a fitful sleep. She lay still for a minute before she realized the sound was coming from Joey’s room. Getting up, she grabbed the robe from the foot of her bed and eased into the small room beside hers. Joey’s sobs grew louder when she opened the door.
She moved to the side of his bed and put her hand on his shoulder. She fought to hold back tears as she looked at his trembling little body. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
He jumped to his knees and threw his arm around her neck. “I don’t want that old man to take me away from you, Aunt Fiona. He said he’d whip me.”
She enveloped him in her arms. “Nobody is going to whip you, Joey, and nobody is going to take you away from me either. I’ll never let you go.�
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“But they said I couldn’t stay with you because you don’t have a husband.”
“I don’t think they were right, sweetheart. We’re family. They’d never take you away from a member of your family.”
“But what if they do? I don’t have Mama and Daddy now and I don’t want to go with him. I want to stay with you.”
“You’re going to stay with me, Joey.”
“Maybe you can find a husband to take care of us. Would you?”
“We don’t need a husband to take care of us. We’re going to be fine. The two of us.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, darling.” She kissed his forehead. “Now, why don’t you lie down and go to sleep. I’ll sit with you for a while if you want me to.”
He snuggled down in the bed, but kept a tight hold on her hand. “I miss Mama and Daddy, Aunt Fiona.”
“I miss them, too, but they know you and I will take care of each other. We’ll find a good place to live and we’ll be happy again. I promise you that.”
“Where will we go?”
“I don’t know yet, Joey, but I’m sure it will be someplace good. Someplace where nobody will try to take you away from me.” As she said these words, Fiona wished she knew where they could go and what they were going to do.
“Why don’t we go out west and I’ll be a cowboy and take care of you? Mean ole Nellie Markin said she had an uncle who went out west to be a cowboy.”
“When did she tell you this?”
“Before they put Mama and Daddy in the ground. She pulled me over behind a tree and told me about him. I told her I wanted to be a cowboy, but she said I’d have to be a farmer and work on her daddy’s farm until he was ready to get rid of me. She said one of these days she was going to run away and go out west to be a cowboy like her uncle.”
“Is that so?” Fiona wondered what he meant about Luther Markin getting rid of him, but she didn’t dare ask.
“Yeah. Can girls be cowboys, Aunt Fiona?”
“I don’t think so, Joey.” She pulled the covers around his shoulders.
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