Rayne Comes to Town

by Dannie Marsden

  Rayne Comes to Town

  Dannie Marsden

  Back of the Book

  To stave off another beating from her abusive father who has arranged for her to marry a man she does not know, Rayne Matthews lashes back with the first thing her hand clutches—a brass paper weight. Seeing her father’s lifeless body splayed on the floor, she flees from the only home she has known.

  Disguised as a young man, Rayne makes her way west. Her eyes constantly looking behind her for the dust of a posse she fears is coming after her, and heads north toward Wisconsin and the Aunt and Uncle that she knows will welcome her.

  When Rayne reaches her destination, Emma, a young woman drawn into the slavery of prostitution, captivates her. Can Rayne temper her volatile ways with love or will her past finally catch up with her?

  Rayne Comes to Town

  Copyright © Dannie Marsden 2007

  Affinity E-Book Press NZ Ltd.

  Canterbury, New Zealand

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Editor: Nat Burns

  Cover Design: Helen Hayes

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  Acknowledgments

  Acknowledgements: I want to thank Nat and Julie for the time they have spent in helping me with this venture. Affinity Ebooks for the faith and trust they have in me and a special thanks to Mel for the endless support and help she has offered throughout, as well as the calming voice when I’d hit panic mode.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to the love of my life Heidi, who tirelessly encourages me to aim higher. Heidi thank you for all you do and know that I love you with all my heart.

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Rayne Mathews stood in her father’s study, her back rigid with anger.

  “You will marry Martin Sinclair in a week, girl, it’s all been arranged.”

  “But, Father, I don’t know him well nor do I love him. His breath smells awful and I can’t stand it when he touches me.”

  “You will grow to love him. He is a well-respected man in this community and he needs a wife. You are old enough to marry and he has promised to make you a decent husband.”

  “Father, please...”

  “There will be no more said on the subject.”

  “Father, please don’t make me do this,” she begged.

  A hand struck her on the left side so hard that she saw stars.

  “Do not argue with me. You will do as I say without question.”

  Rayne realized then that another beating was on the way if she said one more word. But she couldn’t help herself.

  “No, I won’t,” she said,

  By the look in her father’s eyes she wasn’t at all sure she would walk away from this one, let alone live to marry any man. When her father forced her backwards, reaching for her, she bumped into the heavy desk. She reached behind, feeling around for something with which to defend herself. Her fingers wrapped around the first solid object she could find—a heavy paperweight. Without conscious thought, her arm rose up and came down hard against the side of her father’s head.

  She hadn’t meant to strike him as hard as she did but she had been terrified and tired of the beatings. Her father went down and blood poured out of the gaping wound on the side of his head. As reality invaded her mind, so did panic. She moved around the desk, opened a drawer, and took the stack of bills and loose coins that she saw there.

  It was fortunate for her that no one else was in the house. She dashed up the stairs to her brother’s room and grabbed a pair of his trousers, a shirt, long johns, and a pair of socks. She raced into her bedroom, quickly took off her dress and petticoats, threw them on the bed, and pulled on her brother’s clothes.

  Back downstairs, she raided the kitchen by throwing food in a rucksack and took her father’s guns, holster, and Stetson off a coat rack by the door. It wasn’t long before Rayne, decked out for travel, was out in the stable.

  “Hey, boy, do you want to go with me,” Rayne whispered.

  Apache, a horse she’d raised since he was a colt, nudged her.

  “You’ll get a carrot later, boy. Right now we need to put some distance between us and Boston.” Rayne quickly hefted a saddle over the big horse and once the cinch was in place she put the bridle in his mouth and over his head.

  After grabbing a duster off a peg, she led her horse out of the stable. Just as she was about to mount Apache, she spied the family’s laundry floating in the breeze. She liberated a few more items of her brother’s clothing before she put a foot in a stirrup and got up on Apache.

  Rayne studied the only place she ever knew as home and stopped for a moment as she remembered her father’s still body lying on the floor of his study.

  “I have no choice now,” she whispered.

  She quietly made her way down the path that led to the road and away from her family home.

  †

  Rayne, wearing the duster, leaned against a tall oak as rain pummeled against her. The only good thing about the rain was that her trail would be harder to follow. Now she sat in the dark, shivering with one of the revolvers in her hand, waiting for someone to challenge her or a wild animal to attack her. She had never been out on her own and she needed to draw on what she had read to survive. And even more troubling, her father’s death at her own hand kept replaying in her mind. But there was no way she’d marry Martin Sinclair. Her plan originally was to leave her home heading for Wisconsin and the home of her Uncle Luke and Aunt Martha. She knew that they would keep her safe and not send her back to Boston—killing her father was never part of that plan

  She had been traveling the rutted road that the wagon train she knew had left two days earlier was following. She hoped to catch up to it and travel with them. That would keep her out of harm’s way until she could get her bearings and make a firm plan about what to do next. At that moment, she knew where she was going but had no idea how to get there. The wagon train was her only hope.

  After four days of hard riding and very little sleep, Rayne let out a sigh of relief when she saw the billowing white tops of the wagon train. She made sure none of her long hair was showing beneath the rim of her hat and urged Apache forward.

  †

  “Hello there,” Rayne said.

  The wagon master turned. “What do you want, bo
y?”

  “I was hopin’ I could ride along.”

  “If you’re lookin’ for handouts we ain’t got none.”

  “No, sir, I’m just lookin’ to ride along. Maybe help out if Indian’s attack.”

  “Have you ever fired a gun, boy?” The man gave Rayne a once over.

  “Yes, sir, I’m a right good shot.” Rayne mentally thanked her Uncle Luke for teaching her how to shoot a gun. Her father was against it but Luke paid him no mind and had taught her anyway.

  “You can ride with us if you like but I’ll not stand for you takin’ from the others.”

  “No, sir, I won’t. Thank you.”

  The wagon master let out a grunt before slapping his horse’s hindquarter and galloping away.

  That night, Rayne made a campfire and ate the last of her food before lying down on the ground with her head resting on her saddle and the horse blanket pulled over her shoulders. For the first time since she ran away, Rayne slept and the dreams that had haunted her ever since she killed her father did not wake her that night.

  For the next three weeks, Rayne rode at the back of the wagon train. She watched for plumes of dust coming behind her signaling a group of horses galloping to catch up. In another month, they would arrive in St. Louis and she would leave the wagon train and head north toward Wisconsin following the Mississippi River.

  Without food, Rayne asked some of her fellow travelers for something to eat by offering them money. Some gave her scraps but most said they didn’t have enough for their own families. A man, who had broken his arm when a wagon wheel ran over it, offered Rayne food in exchange for helping his wife and daughters set things up when they stopped for the night. That gave Rayne a place by a warm fire each night along with a fully belly.

  “Rayne,” Margaret Richardson said.

  “Yes.” Rayne looked at the slight girl who was two years younger than she was.

  “Do you think California is the Promised Land?”

  “Well, I think the Promised Land is heaven and from what I’ve heard others say, it is heaven and more.”

  “Then why aren’t you going there? I heard my papa tell Mama that he hopes you go with us and marry me when we get there.”

  Rayne pulled her hat further down on her head. The thought of Wilber Richardson wanting to marry his daughter off reminded her of the father she had killed.

  “Well,” Margaret said. “Don’t you want to marry me?”

  Unable to speak, Rayne just looked at the girl and gulped in air.

  “What’s going on here?” Wilber asked.

  “We were just talking about California and if it was the Promised Land.” Rayne was grateful for the man’s intrusion.

  Wilber ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Of course it is, child. That is why we are going there. Go and help your mother with the meal.”

  “I need to take care of the horses.” Rayne nodded at the man and quickly walked away. The hair piled inside her hat itched and she needed to find a place to bathe and wash her hair.

  If he only knew who I am, he’d never want his daughter to have anything to do with me.

  She unhitched the horses from their harnesses and hobbled them near the wagon. She moved to Apache and removed the saddle from his back.

  “It’s time we move on, boy. I heard them sayin’ there’s a town north of here. Tomorrow we will head that way and maybe they will have a bath place there. I sure can use one.”

  Rayne left her horse and went to the fire burning brightly next to the wagon. Yes, she knew it was time to go.

  †

  The town was just like all the others that she’d seen in her travels—dusty and busy. The main street was full of cowboys on horses and wagons pulling heavy loads. She saw some of the men from the wagon train going into the mercantile and avoided them. Her eyes landed on a sign. Baths 5¢. She guided Apache to the hitching post in front of the bathhouse.

  “I need a bath,” Rayne said when she entered the building.

  A man sitting behind a tall desk looked up and grunted. “That’ll be a nickel. If you want a private bath it’ll be two bits.”

  Rayne gulped at the price. “That’s mighty steep.”

  “Take it or leave it.” The man shrugged.

  “I’ll take it.” She reached in her vest pocket and pulled out the coin. “That is a hot bath with soap right?”

  “Yep. Come back in an hour and it will be ready for you.”

  Rayne held back the coin.

  “You don’t pay me now you won’t get the bath.”

  The coin bounced on the desktop. “I’ll be back and it better be ready.”

  †

  The bath was luxurious. Ever since she’d left her home, Rayne had only washed when she wandered away from the wagon train and found a stream to rid her body of the grime of the trail. It was bad enough when each morning and night she’d have to find a bush to hide behind to relieve her bladder. Now, she slipped deeper into the tub full of hot water relishing the feeling of being clean again.

  In clean clothes, Rayne stepped out onto the wooden walk and surveyed the street. She spied a hotel with a cafe and headed toward it. A good hot meal and a soft bed to sleep in beckoned her. She would stay there one night then head north toward Wisconsin and her aunt and uncle’s place in Willow Springs.

  Rayne entered the eating establishment and looked around. Except for two tables with people around them, the place was empty. She headed for the first empty table she saw and sat down. Without thinking, she took off her hat and her hair floated across her shoulders.

  “What’ll you have, ma’am?”

  “Steak, potatoes, and pie.” Rayne looked at the woman and smiled. “I’m really hungry… been on the road for days.”

  “I’ll make sure you get an extra thick steak.”

  “I’d appreciate that.” Rayne watched the young woman walk away with her eyes fixed on her backside. The girl had long blonde hair and a pleasant looking face and when she had heard her voice and looked up, the familiar stirrings she always associated with women filled her body.

  When the woman returned with her food, Rayne felt a blush heat up her cheeks. “Thank you. It looks delicious.”

  “We have apple and cherry pie. Which one would you like?”

  “Apple, please.”

  When Rayne looked at the woman she saw something she’d only ever seen in Martin Sinclair’s eyes—desire. “My name is Rayne.”

  “Hello, my name is Alice.” She rested a hand on Rayne’s shoulder. “You stayin’ in town long?”

  “Got a room here for the night…after that I’m heading north.”

  “I’ll get your pie.”

  When Alice returned she set the plate with the pie in front of Rayne and leaned across her to get the empty plate. “You sure were hungry.” Alice’s breast skimmed across Rayne’s back.

  Rayne swallowed hard as she inhaled the sweet water perfume that she associated with another girl she once knew. “Yeah, I sure was.”

  “I finish up here around seven if you’d like to visit some more.” Alice smiled. “We could meet in your room.”

  Rayne couldn’t move. She could feel her heart pounding so hard that she wondered if it would burst. “Okay.”

  “Good I’ll see you then.” Alice looked around the room. “Looks like we’re alone.”

  She leaned in and kissed Rayne’s cheek. “I will see you later.”

  †

  Rayne sat on her bed waiting for the knock she hoped would come and was terrified that it would not. The feelings that the kiss on her cheek induced had her body humming in anticipation. She had no idea what would happen but she wanted the experience. No one had ever made her feel that way and she wanted more. When the knock finally sounded, she felt the tightness of her private parts reach new heights.

  “Hi.”

  Alice walked past her and ran a finger down Rayne’s cheek. Once the door closed, she moved so she was standing in Rayne’s space.

  Rayne, t
ried to squelch her rapid breathing but just one look from Alice made the rate escalate.

  “It’s okay, sugar, I won’t hurt you.” She ran her fingers along the buttons on Rayne’s shirt. “Why do you dress like a man?”

  The need to tell someone, even a stranger, her story was overwhelming. “I…ran away from home and I don’t want them to find me. Dressing like a man gets me in places being a woman wouldn’t,” Rayne blurted out.

  “You make a very handsome man but to tell the truth, I’m glad you’re a woman.” Alice leaned in and kissed Rayne.

  Rayne jerked back.

  “You’ve never done this before have you, sugar.”

  Rayne shook her head.

  “Then let me show you.”

  Rayne willingly let Alice undress her before she took her hand and lead Rayne to the bed.

  †

  Rayne woke the next morning and smiled as she recalled the night before. Before the night with Alice, she had no idea what it was that she had craved all her life. Alice had left her sated but wanting more.

  “Sugar, I need to get home to my husband and children.” Alice had smiled at her eagerness.

  “Don’t go,” Rayne had begged.

  “As you will find with your life, sugar, you have to hide who you are by marrying a man.” Alice kissed Rayne.

  “I won’t ever marry a man.” Rayne got out of the bed and pulled Alice to her. “Come with me and I will be your husband.”

  Alice shook her head and pushed away. “That’s not how it works, Rayne.”