Seth was sure the first fifteen strokes through Lilly’s hair hurt, but she didn’t say anything. He found a rhythm, enjoying the silky golden strands running across his fingers as he brushed out to the tips of her hair. He lifted her hair to his nose to smell it. It smelled like the Blue Lilies Perfume he gave her, maybe along with a little “cattle” scent from being in the exhibit hall.
Lilly kept quiet, her eyes closed, looking like she was enjoying him brushing her hair as much as he was enjoying doing it for her. What would it be like to do this every night for my wife?
When he got done with the one hundred strokes, he set the brush aside, divided Lilly’s hair in thirds, and slowly braided it. She held a blue ribbon—apparently her favorite color, too—in her hand for him to tie the end of her braid.
“Okay, I’m done, so I’ll go now,” Seth said as he climbed off the bed and reached for his boots.
“Thank you, Seth. It felt so good to have my hair brushed out. Now could you help me out of my clothes?”
“What?!” Good grief, did he just squawk like a fourteen year old whose voice was starting to change?
“I need help out of my clothes and then you can wrap my ribs,” Lilly said as she moved off the bed to stand in front of him.
What did she learn while being in the Emporium? How to seduce a man? Could he do this without looking? But feeling without seeing might heighten his senses instead.
“I unbuttoned my shirtwaist, but I need you to carefully pull it off my shoulders and down my arms.”
Lilly turned away from him, and he slowly slid the shirtwaist off her arms, feeling her bare shoulders in the process. She didn’t have on a corset, or corset cover. She only had on her chemise under her shirtwaist.
“You need your long underwear on,” so I don’t see your bare skin.
“Don’t have any, but I suppose I should buy some for our trip home.”
“Yes, and boots, too. Your shoes are about worn through. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.” Think of a shopping list instead, to get your mind off her skin!
“Please unbutton my side seam on the left side of my skirt and pull it, and my two petticoats, off.”
“Oh no, I shouldn’t be doing that…” I bet my face is so red, I look sunburned.
“I’m afraid you can’t get them down, so you’ll have to pull them up over my head.”
Seth sighed. Just do it. The poor lady’s ribs hurt.
It took a couple of minutes to get everything unbuttoned, separated and up over her head after she slowly raised her arms. Then she stood there in her chemise and drawers, looking at him…waiting for…what?
“How about I slip your nightgown over your…underwear…so you stay warmer tonight?”
“I want to pull up my chemise so we can…”
“Nope, we are not doing anything, so lift up your arms as much as you can again because your nightgown is going on now.”
He might have pulled the gown over her head maybe a little too hard and fast, but it was done and he had his hand on the doorknob again.
“I meant so you could wrap my ribs…”
“Oh.” Now Seth was embarrassed because he’d been thinking of something else besides her injured side.
“And Seth?”
“Yes?”
“Can I have a goodnight kiss?”
Lilly laughed so hard she snorted when he looked back incredulously at her. The little tease. But after the little kiss they exchanged at their marriage ceremony today, he wouldn’t mind kissing her again.
Chapter 7
“I’ve ordered a special horse car instead of a livestock car to bring the horses home. It has eight stalls so I’ll limit my buying to six or seven, in case some don’t get along well, and we need to separate them farther apart.”
“I assume the cars have water and feeding troughs in them. Is the hay supplied or did you have to order it, too?”
“I ordered hay for the three day trip.” Seth bumped Lilly’s shoulder with his and smiled down at her. “It’s nice to have another person along who knows horses and their needs.”
“Thank you, Mr. Reagan, I’m honored to be your assistant,” she smiled back at Seth.
Last night was a little awkward…but it was nice spending time with Lilly. She seemed to be a really nice person, and made the meal and conversation special for their fake wedding night. But, of course, he still slept on the floor instead of in bed with her.
“Seth, the auctioneer is standing in front of the pens of mares you liked.”
“Tell me two or three you’d prefer…if you had to choose.” He’d considered buying Lilly her own horse, so he wanted her to pick her own choice, in a roundabout way. Seth had already asked and found out all these mares were broke to ride.
“The two bays standing at the front of the pen are the best, but the little bay with the star on her forehead—in the back corner—is my favorite. She seemed to sense my need to hide in their pen and tried to keep the other horses out of my corner.
“She’s smaller, and I’d say she’s a few years older than the others, but she has such a sweet temperament. Although she isn’t as showy as the other horses, I think she’d be a good broodmare. Don’t you?” she asked him his opinion and he’d have to agree with her assessment.
“They’ll be led out in a minute and we can see them walk to be sure their legs are sound.” People stood back against the alley pens as the haltered mares were led out one at a time and walked in front of the audience.
“Folks, with this pen we’re starting on a seller from Iowa,” the auctioneer yelled. “All these mares have registered pedigree papers with them today, except for the mare with the white star on her forehead. I’ll talk more about her when she’s walked out.”
“What’s my starting bid on this large bay? Teeth says she’s four years old. Do I hear fifty dollars?” the auctioneer barked and kept going as buyers raised their hands to bid on the mare. Some bidders waved their bidding number paper wildly in the air, while others kept their eye on the auctioneer and only gave him a nod to convey they wanted to up the ante. They didn’t show their bidding card unless they bought a horse.
Lilly had never been to an American stock auction, so was fascinated with the process. “Are you bidding on this horse?” she whispered to Seth.
“No, I’m waiting for the next one,” Seth whispered, never looking away from the auctioneer.
“Sold! One hundred and forty–five dollars to buyer thirty–five. Next horse, five years old. What’s your bid, gentlemen?”
“I like the looks of this mare. Shall I bid on it?” Seth gave Lilly a quick glance.
“Yes, she has good lines.”
Seth raised his card to get the auctioneer’s attention and indicate he wanted in on the bidding. The price climbed as Seth and another man kept raising the other’s bid.
“Going once…going twice…Sold for one hundred and seventy–five dollars to buyer forty–two! Lead the next horse out, please…”
“You got her!” Lilly squeezed his forearm. Seth smiled as excitement flooded Lilly’s face. It felt so good to see her happy and beside him.
“Well, you recommended her,” he teased, enjoying the excitement shining from her face.
Two more horses were sold, then Lilly’s choice was led out. “Folks, this nice horse is seven years old, but the seller lost her papers so her bloodlines can’t be confirmed. If the seller finds the papers, he will send them to her buyer, so who will give me twenty–five dollars?” the auctioneer looked around, waiting for a hand to go up.
No one started the bidding, because they were at the auction for top pedigreed breeding mares, or wanted to see how little they could get her for.
Seth raised this hand, but someone quickly followed with another five dollar bid. Seth couldn’t see the man who was bidding against him. Apparently he was standing behind someone taller than himself and waving his hand in the air when bidding.
He looked at Lilly, and darned if she and the mare
weren’t quietly staring at each other. He wanted to buy this mare for her, so he raised his bid another five dollars.
But the other man also bid again. This horse was going to cost more than the broodmare he bought if the man kept bidding against him.
“Seth, stop bidding. The price is going too high for her,” Lilly was tugging on his arm, trying to get his attention away from the auctioneer.
“This is the horse you chose,” not wanting to disappoint Lilly.
“Going once….
“Hey cowboy, aren’t you going to buy your wife her horse?” Seth whipped his head toward the sound of Hardesty’s voice as the man walked out so Seth could see him. Hardesty was bidding against him—just to get the price up!
“No, Seth, please, don’t bid again,” begged Lilly as she clasped both hands around his arm.
Seth shook his head “no” to the auctioneer, watching Hardesty’s confused face when Seth did so.
“Going once, going twice, sold to number…?” The auctioneer waited for Hardesty to give his bid number.
“Don’t have one, and don’t want to buy the nag. Sell it to the cowboy I bid against for the same price!” Hardesty yelled at the auctioneer.
“Sir, this auction is only for serious horse buyers. If you really intend to buy any horse at this auction, you need to go register and get a number. I won’t take any more bids from you if you don’t. And if you bid and win the top bid, you will own the horse next time.”
It was nice to see this auctioneer wasn’t on Hardesty’s illegal payroll.
“Buyer forty–two. Do you want to buy this mare at the last bid?”
“No, sir,” Seth clearly stated as he watched Hardesty’s face turn red before he pushed his way back through the crowd. The auctioneer pointed to one of his helpers to follow Hardesty out, hopefully clear out of the stockyards.
“Okay, let’s start the bidding on this mare again at twenty–five dollars.”
After a few seconds Seth raised his card again. Even though the auctioneer would be losing a commission on this sale, he tipped his hat to Seth, knowing Seth was a true horseman, and would give this mare a good home.
“Sold to buyer forty–two at twenty–five dollars. Next horse is a….”
Seth turned to Lilly, ignoring the auctioneer now. “So, Mrs. Reagan, you now own your own horse.”
“You bought her for the Straight Arrow, didn’t you?”
“No, this is your pretend wedding present from me, to you.”
“Really? No! Really?! I have my very own horse?!” Lilly was bouncing on her heels with excitement, apparently not worried about her ribs.
“Yes, she’s your horse,” Seth felt so good seeing the simple joy on Lilly’s face.
“Thank you! Thank you! I’ve never…” she stopped talking and wrapped her arms around his middle, mindless of the crowd around them.
“You’ll have to think of a name for her.” Seth lowered his head to look at Lilly, but she turned her head to keep from showing her eyes were tearing up. “Lilly, something wrong?”
“I’m so overwhelmed with your kindness,” she whispered softly. “Thank you so much, Seth.”
“You’re welcome, Lilly. Your horse has to stay in the pen with the others for now, so shall we go over and give her the good news that she’s moving to Kansas with you?”
“Yes, but let’s hurry,” Lilly grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the pen to meet her new horse. “The auctioneer is almost finished with this aisle of pens, so we need to move over to the stallions you were looking to buy. They’re in the next row of pens which will be sold.”
Seth let his wife pull him over to talk to her new horse. His wife. He was starting to like that word.
Over the next two hours, Seth bought four Morgan stallions and another mare. He was pleased with the new horses which would improve the bloodlines of the current herd. Lilly stayed by his side, giving her opinion about the horses he was considering. She really did have a good eye for their body structure and their temperament.
They actually argued about one stallion. Seth liked its look, but Lilly firmly stated she did not like the stallion’s attitude. Seth bid on the stud anyway but the price went too high, which turned out to be lucky. The stallion threw a fit while walking back down the aisle to his pen, and spectators were climbing over the pen fences to get away from the maniac. Three men on foot were injured by the horse, before two other men on horseback roped and got the bad tempered horse into a pen by itself.
When Lilly pointed out the fourth stallion to bid on, he did, getting it at a good price because Lilly was seeing something in the horse the other buyers didn’t.
By the end of the day, their horses were penned near each other and ready to load on the rail car first thing in the morning.
It unnerved Seth knowing Hardesty knew where they were, so he was on constant lookout for Hardesty and his men. Seth prayed they’d get out of town without another incident due to the obsessed man.
Snow was falling when they trudged back to the hotel. Both were tired, but Lilly stayed warm with the long johns, wool socks and boots they bought before going to the auction.
He came to Chicago with one carpet bag, and was leaving with two carpet bags, a large bag of purchases which didn’t fit in the two bags, seven horses and one short–term wife. Seth was going to be the talk of Clear Creek when he returned home.
They ate supper downstairs, Lillie took a bath to warm up, everything possible was packed to leave early in the morning…and now it was time to go to bed. Seth was bone tired from the week, plus he hadn’t gotten much sleep lying on the floor thinking about the woman sleeping in the bed a few feet away.
What to do…sleep on the hard floor again, or sleep in a comfortable bed with his wife.
He knew Lilly was lying in bed watching his weary mind battling his tired body. The room light was out, but he’d stood by the bed long enough their eyes had adjusted to the dim light coming in through the window. He shouldn’t be in bed with her if their marriage was going to be annulled, but, dang he needed sleep before the next three days of travel.
“Seth, we are both tired and both need a good night’s sleep. Just get in the bed and go to sleep!”
Well…it is the logical thing to do.
Seth took the pillow off the floor and placed it on “his” side of the bed. He lay on top of the quilt, next to Lilly who lay under the quilt, covering himself with the blanket he had used on the floor. It was so different to see her at this angle in the dim light of the room. She reached to brush his hair away from his forehead, then her fingers trailed down to touch his lips. “Good night, Seth. Thank you for my horse, and the wonderful day together.” She leaned closer to give him a soft kiss on his lips, then rolled away from him.
Seth stared at her back. He’d brushed and braided her hair again tonight and the ribbon–tied tip of her braid had flipped to lie on his pillow. He put his hand on it to connect to Lilly. Why did he want to pull Lilly against him so he could sleep with his arms wrapped around her? Am I falling in love with my wife?
Chapter 8
The horses’ breaths clouded the air as the morning dawned very cold and crisp. Seth checked the car to be sure the water troughs were working and the hay boxes were filled in each stall. The horses would be in this car for two days. This livestock train would travel straight through to the Kansas City Stockyards, only stopping for water and coal when the engines needed it.
He’d gotten the first stallion up the ramp into the car and locked securely in his stall without any problems. Lilly handed Seth the second stallion’s halter rope to load him next. She wished it was later in the morning so the horses could see where they were headed instead of walking into a dark car, but they needed to get the horses loaded to be ready when the train pulled out. Yesterday, and again this morning, they’d watched the horses to determine who got along, and who didn’t, so Seth knew which horses to put beside each other in the stalls.
The loud noises of
several cars being loaded at once, horses neighing, and people yelling was making one of the stallions still in the pen nervous. Lilly walked over to it, softly singing a Swedish lullaby she used to sing when she worked with the horses at the manor farm. The horse’s ears perked forward listening to Lilly’s soft voice. When he settled down, she rubbed his neck and untied his halter rope which had been tied to the fence.
A few minutes later Seth walked down the ramp. “Okay, I’m ready for the next horse.”
As soon as Seth reached for the rope though, the stallion jerked his head, his ears back, and sounded a warning grunt. Seth tried again, and the horse backed up more, pulling against the rope Lilly was holding firmly in her right hand.
“Seth, let me load him. He’s all right with me.”
“No, Lilly, he’s acting up and could hurt you.”
“He was fine until you tried to take him. Stand back so we can get past you. Get the next one ready to load.” She was serious and hoped Seth would do as she asked, because she knew how to load horses.
Seth reached again and the stallion reared so Lilly had to let go of part of the rope and stand out of the way. Instead of wrapping the rope around her hand she’d been taught to fold the rope accordion style so if necessary, she could let go of most of the rope but still have a hold on the knotted end.
Lilly patiently calmed the horse while folding the rope again, then she turned to Seth. “Move out of our way, please.”
He shook his head, but moved far enough away to be out of the animal’s stress zone. Lilly talked Swedish to the horse as she led him out of the pen and quietly up the ramp. She locked the gate before walking back down the ramp.
“Check to see if the stall gate is secure while I bring the next horse up to you.”
She saw Seth blow out a crisp frozen breath, but he nodded indicating he’d do as she asked.
Working in tandem, Lilly brought the horses up the ramp, then Seth locked them in their individual stalls. The four stallions were on one end, the three mares on the other with a spare stall left in the middle. Lilly brought her horse up last so she would be next to the empty stall. They would check on the horses during the train’s stops, so Lilly wanted to talk and pet her mare whenever she got the chance.
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