Emily: Army Mail Order Bride

by Mercy Levy

  Natalie watched Mason take out his gun, check the bullet chamber, and glance at Andrews. “Come on, Andrews, I ain't going to wait all night to kill you.”

  Staring back into Duncan's eyes, Natalie saw a calm man even though her own heart was fearful. “I...” she tried to speak but found that any word struggling to leave her mouth stopped in her throat.

  “The Lord will win my battle,” Duncan promised Natalie. “I'm not scared of Mason and he knows that. Just like that giant Goliath who thought David was just a scrawny old horse, Mason thinks I'm no challenge for him.”

  “I...never had faith in the Bible,” Natalie confessed. “I stopped praying after my mother died when I was ten years old.”

  “Maybe you stopped praying, but Jesus never stopped caring. Now, move, get over in those trees.”

  Natalie hurried over to the trees and watched Andrew walk toward Mason. Hugging the tree, she glanced up into dark night sky glittering with specks of stars. “Please,” she begged.

  “Ready to die?” Mason asked Andrews shoving his gun back down in a black holster.

  “Crandall send you to do his dirty work?” Duncan asked Mason, stopping at a safe distance.

  Mason grinned. “After you're out of the way, it's free picking, boy,” he answered. “Crandall thinks he's in charge. That worthless man is going to learn real soon who is really in charge.”

  Duncan stared at Mason through the moonlight. “You're planning to kill Crandall, is that it?”

  “Yep,” Mason continued to grin. “Who do you think robbed the bank? I have to keep Crandall on his knees. His money was in the bank, too. Crandall is desperate. That's why he turned to the woman.”

  “Where's the bank money?” Duncan demanded.

  Mason laughed. “Sure, why not, you're a dead man anyway. I hid the bank money in an old well on Crandall's. Before I kill Crandall, I'm going to show him all of his money. Now, get ready to die, Andrews.”

  Duncan watched Mason's face turn deadly cold. Drawing in a deep breath, he said a quick prayer. And then, Mason went for his gun. Natalie closed her eyes as two gunshots exploded into the night. “No...” she cried. Dropping down to her knees, she began to cry. A few minutes late, a gentle hand touched her shoulder. Opening her tear filled eyes, Natalie saw Duncan smiling down at her.

  “I told you the Lord would win my battle,” he told Natalie.

  “He's...dead?”

  Duncan nodded his head. “Yeah, Mason is dead. Come on, we need to go get the Sheriff. I heard a man ride off. Probably one of Crandall's men. We get into town where it's safe. Crandall will be along this way pretty soon.”

  Natalie let Duncan help her stand up. Why she had cried over a man she barely knew Natalie wasn't sure? Perhaps, she thought, walking past Mason's dead body, her heart wasn't as cold and empty as she had once assumed.

  Back in town, standing in a medium sized wooden room filled with wanted posters, Natalie watched Duncan talk to a short, fat, man who had a large mustache on his plump face. “You outdrew Mason...that's something,” Sheriff Mulgrew whistled.

  Before Duncan could say another word, Richard Crandall came bursting through the front door. “I want this man arrested for murder! I have Mason's body outside!” he yelled at Sheriff Mulgrew. Spotting Natalie, he huffed to himself. “I'll talk with you later.”

  “You will not,” Natalie corrected Richard. “Our arrangement is off, Mr. Crandall. I no longer agree to marry you. I only agreed to marry you because I needed you to scare away a man in Boston who was harassing me. I was foolish and blind to make such a horrible choice.”

  “You will marry me,” Richard growled at Natalie.

  Duncan stepped in front of Natalie. “The lady said no, Crandall.”

  “You stay out of this!” Richard exploded. He began reaching for the gun on is hip but quickly stopped. There was no chance he could outdraw a man who put down the quickest gun in the territory. “Sheriff, arrest this murder.”

  “Lady here says it was a fair fight. She says she heard Mason admit you sent him to kill Duncan,” Sheriff Mulgrew informed Richard. Leaning against a wooden desk filled with messy papers, he continued. “I was just about to come out and talk with you.”

  “Mason is a liar!” Richard yelled. “And so is that woman!”

  “It's your word against hers,” Sheriff Mulgrew told Richard. “Judge will be in town tomorrow. We'll hold an informal hearing and see what he wants to do. Be in town early, Crandall. I don't want to come looking for you.”

  Richard bawled his hands into two tight fists. “I'll be here, Sheriff.” Looking at Duncan he narrowed his eyes into balls of rage. “I don't walk away from a fight, boy.”

  “Neither do I,” Duncan promised.

  Richard stormed out of the Sheriff's office. Duncan watched the man slam the front door shut and then shook his head. “I was going to tell the other ranchers to leave out and take on Crandall alone...but now, I don't think so,” he told Sheriff Mulgrew. “I don't want to see any more good man die...but I can't stand by and let the likes of Crandall take over this land, either.”

  “With Mason dead, Crandall's men will start abandoning him,” Sheriff Mulgrew assured Duncan. “Why don't you walk this nice lady back to the hotel and stay there yourself for the night.”

  Duncan shook his head no. “I need to ride out and talk to the other ranchers. I'll be back in town before the judge arrives.”

  Sheriff Mulgrew disagreed. “Duncan, I'm afraid I'm going to insist you get a room at the hotel.”

  “Please,” Natalie begged Duncan. Looking into Duncan's face, she realized that she was falling in love with the man against her own wishes. And to her surprise, she could clearly see Duncan was falling in love with her, too. How was that possible? How could two people who had just met fall in love so quickly? Natalie didn't even believe in the idea of love let alone believe she would fall in love with a stranger.

  Duncan scratched the back of his head and then slapped on his hat. “I am tired,” he agreed. Unable to take his eyes off Natalie's face, he began to wonder how such an amazing woman could care about him. He was just a poor rancher. “I could go for some coffee.”

  “Me, too,” Natalie smiled.

  Duncan smiled back. “Oh, Sheriff, the money from the bank robbery is hidden in an old well on Crandall's spread. Mason confessed to robbing the banks,” he quickly said before forgetting.

  “I figured it was that snake,” Sheriff Mulgrew admitted. Considering his options, he focused his attention on an old wanted poster. “What say we let the money stand where it is,” he told Duncan and Natalie. “The bank robbery hurt Crandall along with everyone else. If we give him his money back, he might be able to keep on his hired guns.”

  “Good idea,” Duncan agreed. “Ms. McClure, are you ready?”

  Natalie nodded her head yes. Following Duncan outside, she looked up into the clear night sky. “Thanksgiving is in a few days,” she said.

  Duncan kept his eyes forward as he walked Natalie across the street. “That day use to mean something to me.”

  “Me, too,” Natalie whispered. “Back at the pond, I was reminded of the trips my mother and I use to take. We would take trips to the local farms around Boston, pick pumpkins, walk in corn patches, and bake pumpkin pies...oh, this time of year use to be so wonderful and special to me.”

  Duncan stopped walking. Four men on horseback sat staring at him from the Silver Dollar Saloon. Richard Crandall sat in the middle of the men. His son. Brent, sat next to him, looking at Duncan with deadly eyes. Duncan eased Natalie slowly across the street and walked her into the hotel. “Well,” Andy said throwing a book down onto the front counter, “you're alive.”

  “Don't start, okay,” Duncan begged closing the hotel door and locking it. “Crandall's down at the saloon with his son and two other men. It's best to keep this door locked, Andy.”

  Andry hurried to the front door and double checked the lock. “I heard you killed Mason.”

  “Who
told you?”

  “One of Crandall's men when he came in here looking for Ms. McClure,” Andy explained. With shaky hands, he walked back to the front desk and leaned against it. Studying Natalie, he noticed the woman staring at his brother in a way that he understood quite well. “Ms. McClure, I'm afraid Crandall has canceled his intentions to pay for your room.”

  “I can pay for my own room,” Natalie assured Andy. Walking to the front door, she checked the lock herself. Why? Glancing over her shoulder at Duncan, she understood why. What she didn't understand was how a stranger was capturing her heart? “Mr. Andrews, have you ever been….married before?”

  Duncan nearly passed out at such a question being presented to him. Andy began laughing. “Oh, there's been a few that's tried to rope him, but my brother gets mighty nervous at the idea of having his saddle broken in.”

  Duncan blushed. “The Lord just never put the right woman on my path, that's all,” he told Natalie. Feeling his face turning red, he quickly took out his gun and began checking it.

  “I have never been married, either,” Natalie told Duncan. Walking across the room to him, she gently took his nervous hands. “I have never been in love either,” she whispered.

  Duncan looked deep into Natalie's eyes. He saw an indescribable beauty whisper to his lonely heart. Beyond the beauty, he saw a lonely, scared, woman who needed to be given love and to be loved. “Faith,” he whispered back.

  “I wish I understood what faith was,” Natalie answered. Letting go of Duncan's hands, she walked away into the empty dining room. Stopping at a window, she looked out into the dark night as the sound of thunder began to echo in the distance. “I wish I had faith,” she said as tears began to fall from her eyes. “Why did you bring me into this man's path?” she whispered to the Lord. A howling wind roaming around outside answered back.

  *

  Louis Crandall climbed down from his horse. Keeping his eyes on the hotel, he gritted his teeth. Tall, strong and undefeated in any fight involving bare fist, his appearance was threatening and intimidating. Hungering to beat Duncan Andrews into the dirt, the way a wild animal hungers to devour an innocent field rabbit, he tapped the gun sitting on his hip as a strong wind whipped by. “You get Andrews gun away and I'll take care of the rest,” Louis told his father.

  Richard, confident that his son would be the one to put Duncan in the grave, dismounted his horse. “You two men go watch the back of the hotel. If anyone tries to leave, shoot them.”

  Two rough looking hired guns nodded their heads and ordered their horses to get moving. Knocking the dust off the gray work shirt he normally worse, Louis glared at the hotel. Never a man to back down from a hards day work or a fight, he felt strong and capable of beating Ducan Andrews into the grave. “Okay, Pa, how do you want to do this?” he asked feeling the wind grab at his gray hat against a powerful gust of wind.

  “No games,” Richard said taking the gun belt and dropping it to the ground. “I'm going to walk up to the hotel and tell Andrews you're waiting to fight him, man to man, bare fist to bare fist. It ends tonight, Louis. Put Andrews in his grave or I'm going to put you in your grave.”

  “The same way you put William in his grave, Pa, is that it?” Louis asked in a low, angry, voice.

  “Don't you dare mention his name to me!” Richard yelled.

  Unwilling to allow his personal anger to take away his desire to take away all Richard had and destroy the man for killing his brother, Louis played it easy. “Sure, Pa. I hear you. I'll take care of Andrews for you.”

  “See to it that you do. With Mason dead, some of the men are backing down on me. Once they see that Andrews is dead, they'll come back around. We'll burn out every rancher in this valley and have take what is rightly ours. We'll soak this land with the blood of anyone who dares to stay and fight.”

  Louis nodded his head. “Go get Andrews, Pa. I'm ready.”

  Richard studied his son. “I'm going to be up on the roof of the general store. If you fail to kill Andrews, I'll take him out with my rifle. It ends tonight.”

  “What about Sheriff Mulgrew?” Louis asked hesitantly at his Pa shooting an unarmed man.

  “He dies, too,” Richard said and walked off toward the hotel.

  Inside the hotel, Duncan walked into the dining room. He found Natalie hugging her arms together, staring out of the back window into the dark. Feeling nervous about admitting that his feelings for the woman to himself, he slowly approached her. “Ms. McClure?”

  Natalie turned and faced Duncan with tears in her eyes. “Ever since my father died I have been so scared...so very scared,” she confessed. “I pretended to be strong and independent, but deep down...I have been terrified. Of what? I don't really know? You see...my father left me his fortune.”

  Ducan allowed his eyes to soak in Natalie's tear-filled eyes. The urge to reach out and take the broken woman into his arms nearly overcame him. Fighting back the urge, he told himself to listen to Natalie. The woman needed a sincere heart to understand her pain. “You told Crandall the agreed to marry him because you wanted him to scare away some snake in Boston who was being a spur in your saddle.”

  Natalie drew in a deep breath. “Tim Hayton...my father's old business partner. When my father found out Hayton was stealing from the accounts, he ended their business arrangement. Word quickly spread as to why my father and Hayton ended their business relationship. Needless to say, my father gained a great deal of trust while Hayton was condemned for his unethical actions.”

  “This Hayton fella, he wants revenge on you, then,” Duncan said Hearing the winds growing stronger outside, he knew a strong storm was approaching.

  Natalie nodded her head yes. “Hayton is bribing the judges in Boston to attack my wealth. He has already accomplished taking a small bite out of my wealth by bribing a judge to claim that I was responsible for old debts my father owed….old debts my Hayton illegally added to my father's account. My father was an honest business man and he refused to pay any debts Hayton pushed on him. It was foolish of me to agree to marry Crandall. My focus was to scare Hayton away by using Crandall's hard reputation and then leaving Crandall and relocating to Sacramento.”

  Duncan watched Natalie wipe at her soft, scared, tears. “But the trail got might hard, didn't it?” he asked.

  Natalie bowed her head. “Yes,” she whispered. “After my mother died, all father and I had were each other. When my father died last year, I promised myself that I would live in his memory and keep his reputation honorable and his business firm. But when I was faced with the choice to save what was left of my father's money or stay and fight...I ran away like a...coward.” Duncan began to speak, but Natalie raised her hand at him. “But tonight, I saw you face down and kill a deadly man with nothing else but simple...faith.”

  “I had to admit that I was mighty scared,” Duncan confessed. “And don't forget, I was about to throw a white flag into the air, too.”

  “But you didn't,” Natalie told Duncan. “I feel so ashamed of myself. I have failed my father...and dishonored his memory. I ran away from his enemy instead of fighting. I...selfishly...was thinking only of my father's money.”

  Duncan watched Natalie raise her hands to her beautiful face and begin to cry. Walking forward, he took Natalie into his arms and held the woman with warmth and tenderness. “Now, they ain't no need to feel ashamed of anything. It ain't a woman's place to fight a man. I tell you what, I'll go back east with you and have a little talk with this Hayton fella and make him see things the right way.”

  Before Natalie could respond, Andy came running into the dining room. “Crandall...he wants to talk,” he told Duncan paled faced.

  Duncan drew in a deep breath. “Stay here,” he told Natalie.

  Natalie watched Duncan leave the dining room. Cautiously she eased to the dining room door. She spotted Crandall standing at the front desk. “Andrews,” he said in a poison voice, “my boy has challenged you to a bare-fisted fight outside in the street. No guns.
If you win the fight, I'll leave this valley. If he wins, you leave. Do we have a deal?”

  Andy nudged Ducan with his elbow. “Don't accept. Everyone knows Louis Crandall is the best bare-fisted fighter in the valley.”

  Sensing Natalie's eyes on him, Duncan looked over his shoulder and focused on the woman. He offered her a quick smile. “Faith,” he whispered.

  “Faith,” Natalie whispered back.

  “Okay, Crandall, I accept,” Duncan told Richard unlatching his gun belt and handed it to Andy. “Let's go.”

  Richard nodded his head and walked out of the hotel. Something in the man's eyes worried Natalie. As soon as Duncan walked outside, she ran to Andy. “That man is up to something. He's not going to let Duncan live.”

  “I know,” Andy said worriedly. “What can I do, though? I've never been good with these things.”

  Natalie looked Duncan's gun belt. Closing her eyes, she saw the image of her mother and father in her mind. Be still and know that God is God she heard her mother's sweet voice speak. God will never leave you nor forsake you. All you have to do is trust that He is God.

  Opening her eyes, Natalie drew in a deep breath. “Faith,” she said. Reaching out, she took Duncan's gun out of the holster.

  “Hey, wait a second, what are you--” Andy began to object.

  “Saving my husband,” Natalie promised Andy.

  Andy stared at Natalie in shock and then came to his senses. “Let me get my rifle, then. I wouldn't be much of a man if I let you go out on the street alone.”

  As Andy rushed to get his rifle, Sheriff Mulgrew was lurking in the darkness. Sneaking up to the back of the hotel, he spotted two men hiding in the shadows. Not wasting any time, he ran up to the two men before they could draw their guns. “Drop your guns,” Sheriff Mulgrew ordered, “or I'm going to drop you.” The two men did as they were ordered to do. “Come on, get moving.”

  Out on the street, Duncan spotted Louis Crandall standing near the saloon. “Lord, win my battle for me,” he prayed walking behind Richard.

  Before Richard reached the saloon, he stopped walking. “If my son doesn't come home before dawn, I'll know that you won this fight, Andrews. I'll leave the valley,” Richard called out over his shoulder.