True Love Leaves no Doubts: An Inspirational Historical Romance Book

by Grace Clemens

  She’d decided that fateful day three months ago that she couldn’t bear another moment. It was time to find a way out. She needed someone to rescue her, and who better than a stranger looking for a bride by placing an ad in the newspaper? That seemed pretty desperate to Sarah. She figured if a man was going to resort to that, he must be as miserable as she was.

  They could share the misery together. Maybe bring each other out of it. Maybe find love.

  Sarah could only hope.

  She tucked the letter inside her light coat as she walked, pinching the front together so it wouldn’t blow back and reveal what she had hidden there.

  He was losing his meal ticket and didn’t know it yet. Her brothers’ friends wouldn’t have someone to leer and howl at when they came over to discuss their next big heist.

  She wouldn’t be living in fear.

  Sarah hesitated before going up the steps to her father’s house. She hadn’t called it home in a long time. She wouldn’t have a home until she was in a place she could call her own.

  The train ticket was for the next morning. She’d gotten it just in time. Her father wouldn’t be able to hurt her anymore.

  That alone made her breathe a sigh of relief.

  She pushed open the front door and went inside, looking from left to right, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. She didn’t want to see him but he always knew when someone came in the front door, even if he was in his back study. She didn’t know how he did it and she hated it.

  True to form, Bruce came storming from the small living room, glaring at her.

  “You got the money from work today?”

  Sarah nodded, looking around for her brothers. They weren’t there, which was a relief. The only thing better would have been if her father wasn’t there, either. She reached in her small handbag and pulled out the five dollars. Bruce scowled at it. She could have given him fifty and he wouldn’t have been satisfied.

  “What’s this? Where’s the rest?”

  “That’s what I made today,” Sarah responded indignantly.

  Bruce snatched the money from her and crumpled it in his large fingers, shaking it in front of her face. For a moment, she thought his fist might make contact with her nose, but it barely brushed her skin before he drew it away.

  “This is nothing! Do you know how much it costs me to keep this family going?”

  Sarah didn’t respond. He wasn’t asking for an answer. He was going to berate her no matter what. Bruce was never complimentary, no matter how much she brought in from working as a seamstress. She’d actually worked her small fingers to the bone to get that five as it was. Lorenville, New York wasn’t a big city and only a few people had needed repairs. New York City was close enough for her father and brothers to travel to for their gambling and criminal activities. But Sarah didn’t like going there. She hadn’t had a big job since the Argabrights asked her to create a wardrobe for their newborn. Which she had done, and was well paid for.

  Even that job hadn’t brought a compliment from Bruce. He was never satisfied.

  When she didn’t say anything, Bruce narrowed his eyes and went on, spitting in her face as he spoke. She turned her face away to keep it from getting on her, wishing she could run away from him.

  In due time, she thought, comforting herself. In due time.

  She was more glad than ever that her brothers weren’t there.

  The next moment, Bruce suddenly reached out and closed his strong fingers around her chin, jerking her head back. She glared at him furiously.

  “You will look at me when I speak to you, young lady!” he barked, spraying her with his spittle.

  “Don’t spit on me!” Sarah yelled at him, her stomach turning with disgust. She wriggled against his grip, trying to break free but only causing her skin to burn under his grasp. “Let me go!”

  “You’re a nasty little wench!” Bruce let her face go but proceeded to give her an open-handed slap that made her skin burn and tingle. She cried out and covered the heated spot with her hand. “You don’t speak to me that way! You ain’t bringing me enough money. You gotta work harder if you expect to eat.”

  “I make enough to eat,” she protested, thinking that if she was alone, she wouldn’t have to worry about feeding his fat gut. “I’m the only one bringing in any money at all. Why don’t you go get a job?”

  Bruce opened his eyes wide and looked at her, shock covering his features. Sarah knew why. She had courage now. He’d never seen it before.

  With the letter from Bobby, she finally had the confidence to stand up to Bruce. Normally, she would take his abuse because she had no other way out. No one would help her. No one cared.

  But now she was leaving, she knew it was so—her ticket to freedom hidden inside her jacket, where she’d sewn a special pocket so she could hide things from Bruce, Bart, and Danny whenever necessary.

  She felt empowered, knowing the ticket was there, so close to her. Bruce knew nothing about it, so he wouldn’t try to take it away from her.

  She straightened her spine, focusing on him.

  “What did you just say to me?” His voice was cold and dark, implying she was about to be seriously punished for her transgression.

  Sarah wasn’t about to wait around for that. She stepped away from him and moved quickly toward the stairs.

  “You’ll be working in the saloon tomorrow night!” Bruce called after her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him shaking his fist at her, the five dollars still crumpled in his fingers. “This isn’t enough! I want more! You’ll get a lot more working in the saloon. Lots of nice men in there wanting companionship. Tomorrow night! You hear me, girlie!”

  She refused to acknowledge that she’d heard him. She wouldn’t be there tomorrow. She was leaving tonight. She would spend the night in the train station.

  The only problem was waiting until she could leave. She still had to make supper for Bruce—if she didn’t, she would get a terrible beating. And she needed to eat anyway, so it was best to appease him and ensure she could have a peaceful dinner.

  She stepped into her room and looked around, as if somehow Bruce could see her even in there. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it.

  If there was one thing Sarah knew, it was that she was safe in her room. Her mother had put on a lock that Bruce had never tried to get through. Bobby wasn’t the kind of man to take advantage of her feminine status, but her father wasn’t afraid to raise a hand or a fist to her. Bruce had given her many bruises.

  But Bruce knew that if he tried to remove the lock from her door, she would leave before he had a chance to say “Cockadoodledoo.”

  Sarah shouldn’t have stayed as long as she had. She was twenty years old, which was a prime age for marriage and starting a family. If she had to do it with a stranger, that was what she had to do. She was trusting that God would take care of her. He usually did. He gave her strength when she had none, which was a lot recently.

  As she’d gotten older, Bruce had become more and more belligerent. Her brothers became her bullies instead of her protector. They were all living on the other side of the law and if she mentioned their ways to anyone outside their group of men, she would get a hiding like she’d never had.

  Sarah went to her bed and got down on her knees to pull out the luggage trunk she’d stored underneath.

  She flipped the lid open and turned to her dresser. The ticket made it real for her. Now it was time to really pack.

  Should she pack light? Should she try to take everything she owned? Sarah didn’t expect to be back in her family home ever again. She had to make sure anything that was precious to her stayed with her. She had no doubt anything she left behind would be burned in the fireplace come nightfall. All Bruce had to do was realize she was gone.

  Life in Oklahoma would be better. Bobby was charming and sometimes funny in his letters. He was also complimentary. He hadn’t seen her, so he could only say she seemed smart, had nice handwriting and things li
ke that, but it was more positivity than Sarah had heard in quite some time.

  And she felt free to compliment him back. When she got to his ranch, she would make sure to confess her lie and hope that he would forgive her. She was sure if she explained herself, he would understand.

  Still, there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind. Some men would not tolerate a woman who immediately starts out a relationship with a lie. Sarah wasn’t usually a liar. But her father and brothers made her worry that she would end up with a man like him.

  She couldn’t go through life that way. She would have to run away again or just end it all. The men they surrounded her with weren’t any better. She was even beginning to wonder if Bobby could be as nice as he sounded. She believed every man had that behavior somewhere inside, they just kept it hidden.

  She could only hope Bobby was different.

  The thought made her shiver and she pushed it away. Life would be better. She would get married and have children and make new friends in Comstock. She’d learn to do all the things a rancher’s wife was supposed to do.

  She wouldn’t force him to marry her, of course. He’d paid for the ticket based on the fact that she was an orphan, attesting to something that wasn’t true, trying to play on his sympathies. If he turned her away, she would find work and start life on her own, staying hidden from Bruce and the brothers for the rest of her life.

  She swallowed hard, pushing down on the clothes she’d piled in the luggage trunk. Instead of being careful with them, she swept her arm over her dressing table and knocked all the little bottles of perfume and makeup into a small cloth basket, along with her brush, barrettes, hair clips and hairpins.

  She turned and tucked the basket into the trunk.

  She heard a noise outside her door and stiffened. Was Bruce coming up to say something more to her? She didn’t want him seeing her luggage being packed.

  Sarah flipped the lid and snapped the latches in place. She pulled the trunk toward her and dropped it to the ground at her feet. In one hurried motion, she bent over and shoved the luggage under the bed. She pulled the sham down so it would drape to the floor and cover the opening.

  Breathing shakily, Sarah turned and sat on her bed just when there was a knock on her door.

  “What?” she asked, trying to sound the least nervous she could.

  “Let me in,” Bruce said from the other side.

  “I don’t want to see you right now,” Sarah replied loudly, clenching her hands into fists and holding them in her lap.

  “You open this door right now, young lady, or I’ll break it down.”

  It doesn’t matter anymore, Sarah thought. I’m leaving and I’m never coming back here. Ever. Ever. Ever.

  Bruce beat on the door with one closed fist. She could tell because it was so hard, it was like he was made of stone and was about to break through the wood without any help.

  “Sarah Donner, you open this door right this minute!” he yelled out.

  Sarah tensed up and jumped to her feet. She crossed the room as slowly as she could, but it wasn’t far and she was unlocking the door before she knew it.

  She only pulled the door open enough to see him through the crack. “I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.”

  Bruce reached out with one hand and shoved the door, knocking it into Sarah. A sharp pain split through her head and she put her hand up to feel blood coming from her forehead. She cried out and rushed past Bruce to get to the washroom, where there was running water and a cloth. The pain was ebbing down into her eye. She was going to have a black eye, most likely. How would she explain that to Bobby? She would be seeing him for the first time tomorrow night or the day after. It wasn’t soon enough for her.

  Dismay washed over her as she tended to her wound. Bruce had followed her, bellowing like a monkey that she should have been more careful. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if she was more careful and had more respect for him.

  She was barely listening. She didn’t care what he had to say. He was a horrible man, and she didn’t know what her mother could have seen in him. He’d been a monster for as long as Sarah could remember, so it wasn’t like he was still mourning the death of her mother. For all Sarah knew, he could have killed her mother. She wouldn’t have been all that surprised to find out it was the truth.

  Once she had cleaned up most of the blood, she spun around and hissed at her father, “You leave me alone, you horrible man! I hate you! I’ve always hated you! I’m not going to listen to you anymore.”

  “You got two choices, little lady,” Bruce snarked, lifting one corner of his lip. “Stay where yer safe or get out!” He held up one arm and pointed outward in a general direction. Sarah was positive he would get Bart and Danny and they’d chase after her and drag her back if she even tried to leave. They’d probably lock her up in the cellar or the attic or—God forbid—a shed outside. She didn’t want to be locked in a shed like that. They’d done that to her as a prank when she was seven. It scared her almost to death.

  But she was no man’s slave and never would be. She detested her father and brothers. She was more than happy to take him up on his offer. He just couldn’t know about it until she was long gone. Sarah was delighted for the opportunity to get away from him.

  “You don’t have control over me anymore,” she hissed. “I’m twenty years old. It was time for me to leave a long time ago. Well, congratulations, Papa. I’m going. I’m leaving.” She watched his face to see his reaction. If he really wanted her to go, he would help her carry her luggage. The only way to know was to test him.

  He scowled at her but said nothing, which meant to Sarah she had confused him. She couldn’t help it when a little grin came to her lips.

  “Don’t like that, do you, Papa? But I’m going. And you can’t stop me.”

  “You have nowhere to go!” Bruce yelled, outraged that she might actually leave.

  She nodded. “I do now. And you’ll never know where I’m going. I have everything I need. What I don’t need anymore, and haven’t for a long time, is you. Goodbye, Papa.”

  She pushed past him, satisfied with herself, but the fear of them following and the darkness of the shed lingered in her mind.

  If they came for her, she would fight to the death for her freedom.

  Chapter 2

  Bobby Huggins lifted his hat from his head and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. It was hot that Oklahoma spring day, but he didn’t mind it. He was used to working in the hot sun, caring for his horses and working around the ranch with his crew.

  He wasn’t one of the wealthiest ranchers in Comstock, but he had all he needed and felt blessed he could afford to pay four ranch hands and one foreman to help him out.

  “You about ready?” His foreman, a big, burly man named Steven Dyer, was holding a large fence post up in the air, ready to drop it in the hole Bobby was digging.

  Bobby narrowed his eyes at him. “You know you ain’t havin’ no trouble holding up that pole, Steven,” he said wryly. “Just hold yer horses.”

  Steven laughed, his big body making a loud sound like thunder rumbling. “You’re right. I was thinkin’ about your welfare. You lookin’ peaked. You might want to get out of the sun.”

  Bobby snorted. Steven didn’t mind teasing him and he let it slide off his shoulders.

  He stabbed the shovel into the ground and twisted it to get the last of the dirt from the bottom. “About ready,” he mumbled.