Truly Yours Historical Collection December 2014

by Susan Page Davis, Paige Winship Dooly, Connie Stevens

  “I’ll hold you close and keep you safe.”

  Hollan blushed. “I’m sure you will. And my father will be right there on the other side, with me sandwiched in between. Sounds like a wonderful way to spend the night.”

  “Oh yeah, I suppose your father will be right there.” Jacob’s laugh told her he hadn’t forgotten her father. He was teasing her again. “But we will make an excellent shield for you, protecting you from all that lurks in the dark.”

  Hollan shivered. “And there could be plenty of things lurking with David’s crew wandering about.”

  “Last time we were here, you were worried about gators and snakes. Are you sure you don’t want to go in with your father?”

  “It was dark and creepy that day if I remember correctly, or at least it seemed so back then. Now I know scarier things lurk in the area. Today the clearing feels brighter and sun-dappled. I’ll stay here.”

  “Sun-dappled?”

  “Sun-dappled.”

  Jacob walked over to where he’d placed his coat and folded it into a square. He placed it on the ground and motioned for her to lie down. “Go to sleep. When you wake up, I’ll be here.”

  “Sounds nice,” she murmured. She was already drifting off.

  ❧

  Jacob hurried back to the cottage and heard Samson barking frantically from inside. He released the dog, and Samson ran in circles around his legs.

  “She’s fine, boy. I have her safely stashed away. We need to get you to safety as well.”

  Jacob hurried inside to gather some clothes for Hollan and her father. He stuffed a day’s worth of food into the bag, too. He quickly grabbed anything he found of value and took it all to his room in the base of the lighthouse. Larger, less expensive items he hid as best he could in the outbuilding. He kept Gunter’s rifle and ammunition with him.

  “C’mon, boy, I need to make one more stop by the lighthouse before I take you to Hollan.”

  Samson didn’t need any encouragement.

  Jacob hurried back into his room and added his clothes to the bag. He hefted it up and placed it outside.

  “Stay.” He pointed to the bag, and Samson sat beside it. “I’ll only be a moment.”

  He’d come a long way since the day he’d watched the men take Hollan. He was back at the lighthouse. At least now he had Hollan safely tucked away and out of the grasp of David. Still, he needed to get back to her.

  Jacob hurried up the stairs. The lighthouse gave him a full view of the stranded ship. The ship didn’t list quite as badly and seemed to have stabilized, but it remained stuck on the sandbar. Perhaps his wife had done her job a bit too well.

  He noticed the smaller boats from the ship were being lowered to the water. He searched the treetops for any sign of the shack, but it couldn’t be found. They’d be safe as long as they could get to Fletcher before David and his crew got to them.

  Jacob secured the lighthouse as well as he could and motioned for Samson to come. He didn’t think the men would carry along the right tools to break into the tower, and he hid any of Gunter’s tools he could find. He prayed the men would be too tired to try to gain entry to the lighthouse. The damage they could do in vengeance would be expensive to repair.

  Jacob and Samson set off for the shack. They finally arrived, with Samson leading the way through the trees, into the small clearing. Hollan lay where Jacob had left her. He quietly opened the door to the shack and placed their supplies inside. Gunter’s exhausted snores reverberated throughout the room.

  Jacob closed the door and walked over to where Samson stood watch over Hollan. “I can take care of things from here, boy.” He dropped down beside Hollan and pulled her close. He shut his eyes and listened to her breathe.

  She shifted in his arms. “Jacob?”

  “I told you I’d be back.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Samson nudged his way between them. Hollan laughed and petted him.

  “I think I got everything we need.”

  “Good.” She nestled against Jacob, still half asleep.

  Jacob grinned.

  “I think nothing short of the arrival of outlaws would wake you up right now.”

  Her auburn hair fell across her face, and he pushed it back. She squinted up at him, her brown eyes warm. “I’m awake.”

  “Ah, then you still must consider me an outlaw.”

  “Hardly.” She tried to sit up. “More like a hero.”

  “Stay. We have nowhere to go.” He captured her with his arm. “So I’m a hero now. I like that much better than being compared to my outlaw family.”

  “I apologize for that.”

  “You had reason to be upset.”

  “Perhaps just a bit of a reason.” She changed the subject. “And what did my hero find out through his explorations?”

  “The crew is just now leaving the ship.” He felt her tense up. “They won’t find us here. I knew where to look and couldn’t see a thing. It’ll be dusk before they reach the lighthouse. I’m pretty sure they’ll head to the cottage for now. While I was up in the lighthouse, I tracked the path Fletcher’s boat will travel if he shows up tomorrow. If they leave a man on watch, he’ll see Fletcher coming this way.”

  “From the lighthouse?”

  “Only if they can gain entry. I’m hoping they’re too tired to try.”

  Jacob had left his hair down, and Hollan absentmindedly stroked it as she listened. Her touch made it hard to concentrate.

  “We’ll need to warn Fletcher.”

  “Yes. I figure if we can get an early start in the morning and stick close to the trees, we can intercept Fletcher before he makes it as far as the ship. We can hop aboard the supply boat and be out of here before David and his men get off the dune.”

  “That sounds fine.”

  He leaned on his lower arm, put his other hand against his heart, and feigned surprise. “ ‘That sounds fine’?” he mimicked. “You don’t want to add to the plan or take something away?”

  “Very funny.” She pushed him back down and laid her head on his chest. Samson wiggled closer. “I trust you.”

  “You do?” Jacob sat halfway up again. “You trust me completely this time?”

  “I do. We’ve been through a lot during the past week, and you’ve stuck by me through it all. You didn’t have to risk your life to rescue me, but you did. I do trust you.”

  “Thank you, Hollan. Your trust means everything to me. I’ll never break that trust again.”

  She settled back against him just as Samson let out a low growl.

  Jacob glanced at him and saw the hair raised on the back of the dog’s neck. The dog growled again.

  A gravelly voice sounded from behind them. “What do we have here?”

  Thirteen

  Samson barked.

  “Samson, it’s just Papa.” Hollan laughed. “Your sudden appearance and hoarse voice must have startled him, Papa.”

  Samson jumped to his feet and wagged his tail as he sheepishly hurried over to his master.

  Hollan surveyed her father. “Are you feeling better?”

  He definitely looked better now that he’d had some sleep.

  “I feel much better.”

  “Good.” Hollan turned to Jacob. “You said you brought more of our clothes back with you?”

  “They’re in the shack.” Jacob’s voice was groggy. He hadn’t moved from his place on the ground.

  “I think I’ll go a ways up the stream to bathe and change.”

  “Don’t go far,” Jacob warned. He yawned. “I’ll rest while you’re gone.”

  “Stay within calling range, Hollan.” Her father’s face creased with worry. “The men might come ashore.”

  “I’ll be close by, Papa.”

  “Actually, I think I’ll tag along and freshen up myself. That way I’ll be nearby if you need me.”

  Hollan rolled her eyes. She might be a married woman now, but her father apparently didn’t see her as such. “As you wish, Papa.”


  She knew he’d worry the whole time she was gone if he didn’t accompany her. And truth be told, she didn’t want her father far away after being apart from him in such a way.

  They gathered their supplies and walked up the overgrown path. Hollan stopped and pointed out a small pool in the creek. “This looks like a perfect place. I’ll stay here.”

  “Good. You’ll be protected and safe. No one can get through this foliage. Jacob is just down the path behind us. And I’ll go a bit ahead and stand guard from that angle.”

  “Thank you, Papa.” She stopped and handed him a bar of lye soap. “I’m sure you can use some freshening up, too. You were on that ship longer than I.”

  “I can’t wait to get in the water and then put on some fresh clothes. If we could light a fire, I’d burn these.”

  “Burying them will do just as well,” Hollan teased.

  Her father walked off, and Hollan savored the time alone. She slipped into the cool water and lathered up her hair. She scrubbed her body twice, just to make sure the filth of the ship was gone from her skin. Her skin tingled when she exited the water and dressed in fresh clothes.

  She leaned back against a sun-warmed rock and contemplated the past few days while she waited for her father. She had her father back. The thought made her smile. More surprisingly, she had Jacob back. And for the first time, she felt confident that he meant it when he said he’d stay. He’d changed a lot during the past three years. They still needed to talk about why he’d left her in the first place. And she needed her father’s explanation about what had happened to her mother.

  The warmth of the late afternoon sun lulled her into a drowsy state. She listened to the sound of the birds in the trees. The wind rustled through the bushes. At least, Hollan hoped it was the wind. She knew the gators came out at dusk and willed her father to hurry.

  She heard footsteps along the path and shrank down behind the rock.

  “Hollan?”

  “Papa? Oh, I’m glad you came back.”

  “Did something happen?” He glanced around.

  “No.” She smiled. “I’m just hearing things in the scrub. I’m ready to head back to Jacob. I don’t want to meet up with an alligator any more than I want to meet up with David and his men.”

  Jacob woke up as they neared the small clearing and rubbed his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

  “Just fine.” Hollan smoothed her clean pink skirt and settled down beside him. He studied her fresh-scrubbed appearance. She couldn’t help teasing him. “Everything meet your approval?”

  “Indeed.” He grinned. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re the same woman who walked away from here a short while back.”

  “One and the same.”

  “I think I’d better follow suit.” He hopped up to his feet. “Stay close to your father.”

  “You stay close to shore and make sure to be careful.”

  “What’s the matter? You don’t want me to end up as gator bait?”

  She shuddered. “That’s not exactly something to joke about.”

  “We have a bit of daylight left. I’ll be fine.”

  “See that you are. I have some questions to ask when you return.”

  “Sounds serious.”

  “Maybe. But it’s a conversation that’s been a long time in coming.”

  “You’re right.” He nodded. “It has. We’ll talk when I get back.” He gathered his clothes and walked up the path from where they’d just come.

  Hollan bent down and busied herself with cleaning and wrapping her sore feet.

  “We need to talk, too, Hollan. Now’s as good a time as any.”

  Hollan glanced back at her father. “About Mama?”

  “Yes.” He eased himself down beside her. “The night she—fell—from the lighthouse, something happened. Something bad.”

  “You don’t have to tell me, Papa.”

  “I want to tell you. You need to know. You need to understand that she didn’t do what she did to hurt you. She was hurting so badly, I don’t think she gave anything else much thought.”

  “She’d just left the cottage. What could have happened?”

  “David waited just outside, and he grabbed her. . . .” Her father stopped, his face both pained and angry.

  “Papa, you don’t have to do this.”

  “Yes, I do.” He waved her words away. “David grabbed her, and he abused her. He—hurt—your mother. He violated her body. I was so close by, but I had no idea.”

  “Oh, Papa. I had no idea, either.”

  “She didn’t want you to know.” He shook his head. “I was supposed to watch out for her, but I wasn’t there for her in her time of greatest need.”

  “You didn’t know.”

  “That doesn’t change things in my mind.”

  “What happened next?”

  “I went into a rage. I told her to go back inside, and I went after the vile man.”

  “But you didn’t find him?”

  “No. And I heard you calling, and I was afraid for you.”

  “Why would David want to hurt Mama?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll never know. He and his brothers and their father hurt a lot of people that night, for no reason anyone has ever been able to figure out.”

  “I know what happened.” Jacob stood at the edge of the path, his voice tortured. “I think I’m starting to understand.”

  They both spun around to look at him. He dropped his things beside the door of the shack and walked closer.

  He sank down beside Hollan and took her hand. “He’d come to hurt you.”

  “But why? I didn’t even really know him. Why would he want to hurt me?”

  “Because hurting you would be the best way to hurt me.” Jacob shook his head. “David hated that I was different from him and our father. He constantly goaded me and tried to get me to go along with them as they destroyed everyone in their path. I wouldn’t have any part of it, and I spent most of my time with your uncle and aunt.”

  “I knew your family was rough, but I had no idea they were that bad.”

  “I didn’t want you to know.”

  “Oh.”

  “You were my refuge. You were the bright spot in my life. I didn’t want to dirty that up with my family’s reputation.”

  “It wouldn’t have changed anything between us.”

  “I know. I just didn’t want to sully what we had when we were together. Regardless, things weren’t good at home. That last night, they’d decided to skip town. The law was coming down on them, and they knew it was time to move on. I heard them talking and planning. David asked me to go along, and I refused. I tried to talk them out of it, and I tried to tell them about my beliefs. I told them it wasn’t too late to start fresh. David laughed in my face. They didn’t want anything to do with any of it. I said I didn’t want anything to do with their deeds. I had you, and I had my life there in town. I had no reason to run.”

  Hollan saw the muscle working in Jacob’s jaw. “What happened next?”

  He struggled for control. “David said he was going after you, that maybe he’d just take you with him instead. He hated that he couldn’t control me. He hated that I was so different. He wanted to be in control of everything.”

  “Oh, Jacob.” Hollan tried to grasp everything he was telling her. The raw emotion on his face clearly showed his pain. “What did you do?”

  “I went into a rage, just like your father did later. I’m not proud of the fact. David has a tendency to bring out the worst in a man.”

  “But I don’t blame you. You were totally justified.”

  “David laughed and said he didn’t really want to take you with them. . .he’d just take what he wanted from you and would leave it at that.”

  He looked at her. Hollan continued to hold his arm.

  “I went after David. All three of them, my dad and my other two brothers, jumped me while David hit me from behind.”

  Hollan closed her eyes against the
horrific image of Jacob being held by his own father and brothers while another brother attacked him. “That’s atrocious.”

  “They knocked me unconscious.” He blew out a breath. “When I woke up, your uncle was bent over me and they were gone. It was daylight. My head was pretty messed up. I croaked out your name and your uncle said you’d been traumatized and it would be best if I left you alone for a bit.”

  He threw a small stone into the creek and watched the water ripple out from where it landed. Hollan remained quiet, figuring he needed time to gather his thoughts before continuing.

  “I figured—based on his comment—that David had succeeded in getting what he was after. I figured your uncle’s phrasing was his way of telling me to leave you alone.”

  “So you just left?”

  “No, I couldn’t travel. I was in and out of consciousness for a few more days, and your aunt and uncle cared for me. When I was finally well, I asked about you again.”

  He shrugged. “Your uncle again repeated that you needed some time. You’d been injured. The whole town had been wronged. I had to go after my brothers. I couldn’t let them get away with what they’d done.”

  “I had been injured. Just not as you thought. The weather was awful, and my mother was standing at the edge of the platform on top of the lighthouse. I was afraid she’d fall. I tried to take hold of her arm, to pull her back, but she just shook me away like I didn’t matter. I fell and hit my head. When I woke up, I couldn’t see. We hoped it would only be for a short time, that maybe it was caused from the trauma of everything that happened, but after several days passed. . .we had to accept that the loss of vision might be permanent.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  Hollan nodded. “What happened after my uncle told you I still needed time?”

  “I decided I’d go after my father and brothers. I wanted to find my own justice.”

  “But you didn’t. You went to the law.”

  “You’re right, I did. As I rode after them, God shook some sense into me. He placed some good people in my path. I decided I would bring them to justice, but I’d do it the right way. I didn’t want to become like them.”

  Hollan’s voice was soft. “So, you didn’t leave me because you didn’t want me. You left because you thought you’d lost me.”