As Kate flashed him a small smile, Jesse felt a sliver of the emotional wall he had built around his heart chip away. He hadn’t known her long, but he had been telling the truth. There was something about Kate that was endearing, and he knew the town would accept her if they would give her a chance.
After the incident at the general store, Kate didn’t much feel like attending church the following day, but she refused to stay home and become the subject of idle gossip. Besides, she had been missing the closeness to God she felt while at church and wanted to rekindle that emotion.
She pulled on her nicest dress and grabbed a hat for her hair. A glance in the mirror showed her dark hair hanging in uniformed ringed curls around her face. Kate pinched her cheeks and pursed her lips to give them some color and then exited the bedroom.
Jesse sat waiting for her in the main room, wearing a similar suit to the one he had gotten married in. “Are you ready?” he asked, glancing up from his Bible as she walked in.
“As I’ll ever be, I guess,” Kate said with a false bravado.
Several other wagons were in the church yard when they arrived, and they joined the throng of people walking in on foot. Kate squared her shoulders as they entered the small chapel, and she prepared for the onslaught of conspiratorial whispers and aside glances she expected. What she hadn’t been prepared for was Ellen calling her name and hurrying her direction.
“So, it is true,” the elder woman said as she took in Jesse standing by Kate’s side. “I wasn’t sure if I should believe James as he was drunker than a skunk when he told me.”
“Are you mad?” Kate asked, biting her lip. “I wanted to tell you, but it happened kind of suddenly. Jesse showed up after you left the hotel that night, and I don’t know,” she shrugged, “it just made sense.”
“Mad? Of course I’m not mad, silly girl,” she said loudly, her voice carrying across the room. “In fact,” she lowered her voice and leaned in, “I rather feel like it makes us almost family. You marry the man who was almost my grandson-in-law? I’m glad you did it.”
“You might be the only one,” Kate said, glancing around. “I don’t think everyone else is so happy.”
“Nonsense. When they get to know you like I do, they will love you. Now, let’s go get a seat and let them gossip behind us.”
Kate laughed at the elder woman’s nonchalance and felt her anxiety slide away. Ellen was the one person she had hoped not to anger in her decision, and if she could accept Kate and Jesse, then Kate would be fine.
When they returned from church, Kate asked Jesse for a pencil and some paper. It was high time she wrote her brother and let him know she was alright.
Paper in hand, Kate closed the bedroom door behind her and sat down at the dresser to write.
Dear Robert,
I am sorry it has taken me so long to correspond. My trip has been adventurous to say the least. I met a wonderful woman on the trip. She reminds me very much of Mother as she’s young at heart. Our stagecoach was robbed. Don’t worry, I am alright, though the money I brought with me is gone. God has provided me with a kind, Christian man for a husband though and we are getting along fine. I hope all is well with you, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Kate
Kate reread the letter. Well, it wasn’t the entire truth, but that was a little much to write in one letter. Perhaps she could tell the story in little bits. Satisfied, she folded the letter and sealed it in an envelope. She would mail it out tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Jesse woke to the early morning sun’s rays coming in the window. He had overslept. With a start, he jumped up from the couch and reached for his trousers. He had just gotten them up when the bedroom door opened, and Kate walked in.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, holding a hand to her eyes. A soft pink blush flooded her cheeks.
“It’s okay,” Jesse said, tucking his shirt in. “I’m dressed now. You can open your eyes.”
“I suppose I should get used to seeing you like that,” Kate said, but he noticed her eyes remained focused in the opposite direction.
He bit back a smile as he answered, “Most days I’ll be up before you will. It’s not often I sleep in, but I can also take to changing in the washroom if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
“Oh, that is not necessary,” Kate said as she entered the kitchen. “After all, this is your house.”
“It’s our house now,” Jesse said as he filled the kettle with water to make the coffee. It was the one cooking area Kate was still challenged in as she didn’t drink it, so he often made it himself. In all other areas of the kitchen, though, Kate was extraordinary. She was not only a great cook, but an excellent baker. In fact, her cooking was so good that Jesse had been forced to let his belt out a notch.
Another flood of pink filled her cheeks at his statement, and she turned quickly to the stove. She opened the fire box, but the matches kept going out before she got the wood lit. Had he made her nervous?
“Here, let me help.” Jesse reached for the match in her hand but ended up grabbing her hand instead. Her eyes turned up to his, and Jesse found himself falling in their blue depths. He shook his head to clear the image of her lips that had flooded his brain and forced himself to focus on igniting the firebox for her.
“Thank you,” she said and held his eyes a moment longer before reaching for the skillet.
“You’re welcome,” Jesse said and finished his task of making the coffee. As it boiled, he thought about the last few nights with Kate. At first, she had just been a woman sharing his house, but he had come to see she was courteous and kind. In the evenings, she would often darn his socks or knit while he read from the Bible. It was for all these reasons that he felt the need to do something special for her.
“Kate, would you like to go for a ride this afternoon?” he asked, after swallowing his mouthful of delicious pancake. “I’d like to show you the sage fields near here, and the weather is supposed to be warm.”
“I would love that,” Kate said, and her blue eyes sparkled. “It feels like I haven’t been on a horse in forever, if you don’t count the night I was fleeing for my life, that is.”
“Then it’s settled. I will saddle up the horses after I finish this wonderful meal, and we will go for a ride.”
Jesse found himself whistling as he saddled up the horses after breakfast. As he finished cinching the saddle on the mare, his whistling ceased, and he paused. He shouldn’t feel happy, should he? Shouldn’t he still be mourning Pauline’s death? He had felt, at the gravesite when he talked to her, that Pauline would be alright with his decision to marry Kate, but would she want him to be happy with her? Confusion clouded his previous happy mood as he gathered the reins of both horses. With a sigh, he walked back toward the house where Kate was waiting.
Her dark hair flowed freely today and lay in waves against her shoulders, and he wondered briefly what it would feel like between his fingers.
“Which one is mine?” she asked, breaking up his daydream. Her eyes held a mischievous gleam.
“This is Sadie,” he said, holding out the mare’s reins to her.
“Hello, Sadie,” she said as she placed her hand on the horse’s nose and rubbed. “She’s beautiful, Jesse.”
“Thank you,” he said, “Shall we get going then?”
She nodded, and he helped her into the saddle before returning to mount Molly.
“So, are these fields how the town got its name?” Kate asked as he led the way to the lavender colored fields that lay on the outer edge of town.
“That’s actually a funny story,” Jesse said. “Evidently, there was a family feud when the town was first being founded. One half moved out near the sage fields and wanted to name the town Sagewood. The other half moved out toward the creek and wanted to name it Creekville. Eventually, they reunited and decided to combine names. Hence, Sage Creek.”
“Well, I think it’s a lovely name,” Kate said with a smile. “I’ve alwa
ys loved sage. I think it’s because purple is my favorite color.”
“Then you are in for a treat,” Jesse said.
A few minutes later, the land sloped down, and a sea of purple lay before them. Kate gasped beside him.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” she said in a voice filled with awe.
Jesse smiled and led the way down the slope. Huge purple sage bushes filled the area and looked like arcs of purple with only a thin row in between them. The sage brushed against their legs as they went down one of the rows. Near the far-left corner was a large weeping willow tree. Jesse led the way there, and they tied up the horses.
“So, tell me about your family,” Jesse asked as he spread a quilt down for them to sit on.
Kate sat, curling her legs to the side. “What do you want to know?” she asked.
“Honestly?” Jesse asked with a smile. Kate nodded. “Well, I want to know what happened that made you want to be a mail order bride?” He hoped she wouldn’t consider that too personal of a question.
Kate tilted her head and pursed her lips. “It wasn’t in my grand plan if that’s what you are wondering, though I’m not sure what was. I loved learning, and I loved riding, but the right man never came along. I received two proposals of marriage; one was from a lecherous older man and the other from a non-Christian. I couldn’t bring myself to marry either of them. Shortly after the last proposal, my parents got sick with Yellow Fever and I took care of them while my brother finished college. They never fully recovered, and they passed away.
“With my father being unable to work for many months, the house rent wasn’t met, and I was forced to move out and rely on the mercy of my brother, Robert. It might not have been so bad, but Robert had just gotten married and his wife detested having to take me in. With the lack of any new proposals, I decided to try something different.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” Jesse said tenderly.
She paused and traced a pattern on the quilt before meeting his gaze again. “Will you tell me something about you now?”
“I guess that’s only fair,” Jesse said, though he hoped she wouldn’t ask about Pauline.
“How did you end up in Sage Creek?”
Internally, he sighed with relief at the topic of her question. “I was actually born in the East like you. We lived there until I was about fifteen when my little sister died. My father took it hard and decided to move us out West, but my mother had a weak immune system. She died a year later, and I couldn’t forgive my father. I moved out here when I was old enough to make it on my own.”
“Have you spoken to your father since?” Kate asked in a quiet voice.
“I tried to a few years ago when I accepted Christ, wanting to make amends, but he had passed away a few years after I left. So, I’ve been on my own ever since.”
Silence fell between the two until Kate said softly, “I guess we have each other now.”
Jesse looked at her and smiled. “Yes, I guess we do. Would you like to go have lunch at the cafe today?”
“I’d like that,” Kate said.
They stayed a little longer watching the sage sway slightly in the breeze before packing up and heading back to town.
After tying up the horses outside, they stepped into the Sage Creek Cafe and chose an empty table near the front.
They had just finished enjoying a meal of roast and cornbread when James’s voice thundered behind them. “When will you get it in your head that we don’t want you and your fake replacement bride around here?”
Kate’s eyes widened, and her hand flew to her face as everyone in the cafe turned and stared at them.
“James, you are out of line,” Jesse said, standing. “Kate has done nothing to you. She didn’t even know Pauline. I know you miss your sister. I do too, but you have to let this go.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” James was trying to be forceful, but the slurring of his words diminished his effectiveness.
“Actually, James, this badge here says that I’m the law and I can tell you what to do. Now, you’re making a scene, and I’m asking you nicely to leave this establishment. Go home and sleep off whatever liquor you drank.”
James’s answer was to swing a fist wildly at Jesse. It missed its target and sent James off balance. His good leg couldn’t carry all the weight, and he fell to the floor with a great thud. A series of gasps and exclamations echoed throughout the room.
“I’m going to see if I can find someone to take him home,” Jesse said to Kate. “Will you wait here for me?”
Kate nodded, her eyes still wide.
Jesse helped James stand and ushered him out the door. “You aren’t under arrest, James, but we’re going to find someone to take you home,” Jesse said as they walked out the door.
Kate watched Jesse and James exit before she allowed the tears that had been building up in her eyes to fall. She had finally been starting to feel like she was being accepted, but James’s outburst shattered that image. Would she always have to be reminded she wasn’t Jesse’s first choice and was only his wife because Pauline had been killed?
“Don’t listen to him,” a voice to her right said.
Kate looked up to see a young waitress, looking down at her. The woman appeared about Kate’s age, maybe a year or two younger, with dark hair and brown eyes.
“I’m Sarah Miller, and I work here at the café. I want you to know, we don’t all feel like James does,” she affirmed. “We miss Pauline, but from what Miss Ellen says, you’re a wonderful person. If she vouches for you, it’s only a matter of time before everyone sees what she does. I, for one, am glad you’re here. It’s nice to have another woman close to my age around, and I hope we can become friends.”
“Thank you,” Kate said, sniffing, “but I don’t know if I can keep dealing with so much hatred.”
“Yes, you can. James doesn’t hate you. He’s just grieving. What you need is to get more involved with the rest of the women in town. There’s a social this Sunday after church. There’ll be dancing and food and a recipe swap. If you come, I promise you’ll find more people who feel like I do.”
Kate wiped her eyes and smiled at the girl. “Thank you. I accept your offer. I haven’t met many people my own age, and I could certainly use the socialization.”
Sarah patted her arm. “I’ve got to get back to work, but I look forward to talking with you more on Sunday.”
Chapter Thirteen
Kate was excited when Sunday morning dawned. Though the social wasn’t until after church, she had gotten everything ready the night before.
She pulled back the sides of her raven locks and secured them with combs, letting the rest of the hair flow freely around her shoulder. As this was her first social and after church, she had picked one of her nicer dresses, unsure of what to expect. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she glided into the main room.
Jesse looked up from the table where he was reading. “You look lovely, Kate,” he said.
“I’m not overdressed?” she asked, twirling around for him.
“Maybe a little,” he laughed, “but I don’t think anyone will mind. Are you ready then?”
“Wait, one more thing.” Kate hurried back into the bedroom and grabbed the recipe cards she had written out the night before for the recipe swap. It had been a painstaking and tiring process, and she’d had to stop often to shake out her cramped hand, but she had a stack of cards to swap for today. And she was excited to obtain some new recipes to try for Jesse.
With the papers in hand, she hurried back to the kitchen and grabbed the bread she had baked the previous day to share. “Now, I’m ready.”
Jesse smiled and shut his book. “Come on then.”
Though Kate normally loved church, she found it hard to sit through the service today. She was too excited to socialize with other young women her age, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had danced.
Jesse turned to her as she fidgeted in
the seat yet again. “The time doesn’t go any faster the more you move,” he whispered with a smile.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Kate forced her hands to remain still in her lap for the remainder of the service.
When the final hymn was sung, she stood and glanced eagerly towards the door, but a parade of people standing and chatting blocked the path to the exit. She was forced to swallow her impatience once more, post a smile on her face, and exchange pleasantries as the line slowly filed out of the church.
As the social was being held in the barn not far from the church and the weather was fair, they decided to walk, but Kate had to stop at the wagon to grab her bread and cards. Then they joined the rest of the people heading toward the barn. It appeared nearly everyone in Sage Creek came out for socials.
As they neared the entrance of the barn, Sarah waved from the doorway. “Kate,” she said, hurrying over. “I am so glad you were able to make it.”
“Me too,” Kate said, smoothing her skirt with her free hand. “Though I’m a little nervous.”
“There’s no need to be. I promise this will be a friendly crowd, right Deputy?” Sarah asked, turning to Jesse.
“Yes ma’am,” Jesse nodded. “Jeb will be checking in to make sure no one from the saloon wanders over after too many drinks.”
Kate knew he was referring to James, who still seemed to be harboring a grudge against them both, but she didn’t mind. Today, she was going to enjoy herself and not worry about James.
“Come on,” Sarah said, tugging on Kate’s arm.
Kate looked to Jesse, not sure what the protocol was.
“Go on,” he said. “I’m going to do a quick walk around, and then I’ll come find you.”
After saying goodbye to Jesse, she followed Sarah into the barn. There was a small band playing the banjo and harmonica on one side of the barn for the couples that wanted to dance. At the far back was a table filled with food, and on the left, tables had been set up for the recipe swap and general mingling.
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