by Linda Ford
“Then I will take care of the horses and the buggy.” He hurried from the house.
Beatrice gave a nervous glance about the room. No doubt there were things she needed to do, but she had no idea where to even start. Aunt Opal had always given her instructions about what to do next.
“My dear, don’t look so nervous.”
Beatrice took in one deep breath and then another. “I hope I can do what’s expected of me. I confess I’m not very experienced. I might make a mistake.” The word stuck in her mind. According to her parents she was a mistake.
“You can learn whatever you set your mind to and I don’t believe it’s a mistake you are here.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m an old lady. I’ve learned a few things. And I will tell you this. I don’t think God makes mistakes. I prayed for a nice young woman to come help me. I had no idea how God would answer my prayer, yet here you are. An answer to my prayer.”
Beatrice released a shaky breath. “I also prayed.” She could not say she asked God to help her find a way of being independent. How would she explain that after telling them her father was a wealthy businessman?
“Then we’ll let God do what He has planned. I’m willing to teach you if you’re willing to learn.”
Encouraged by those words, Beatrice looked around the kitchen. “What do you need me to do at the moment?”
“It’s time to prepare supper.”
She swallowed back her rising panic. If only Aunt Opal was here to tell her what to do. I can do this. I must do it. I have to be able to support myself if I’m to avoid my father’s plans. Hoping she portrayed more confidence than she felt, she got to her feet and hurried to the cupboard.
“Levi brought in potatoes and chops before the rain started.”
A few simple words and Beatrice felt like she’d stepped off the deep end of a wharf. I can do this, she repeated.
A few minutes later she was ready to change her mind. She knew to scrub the potatoes and put them to boil, but when she looked at the basin holding the chops she had to push back a desire to gag. What was one to do with them? Fry them? She could do that. Aunt Opal had taught her that much.
Hoping Maisie might make a suggestion, Beatrice turned toward the table.
Maisie’s head was against the back of the chair, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She’d fallen asleep.
That left Beatrice to manage on her own.
She would not give either Levi or his stepmother reason to suggest she return to town.
* * *
Levi took the horses to the barn, where he groomed and fed them, all the while wondering if everything was all right in the house. Beatrice hadn’t looked any sturdier after she’d changed her clothes. If he was to describe her to his brothers, he’d say she was beautiful but fragile, and something about the way her eyes flashed gold and the way she tilted her head gave him cause to wonder if she was as strong as she obviously wanted him to believe. So far, he’d seen no evidence of strength. She’d already fainted once. Was it something she did often?
He paused in his task and glanced in the direction of the house, his nerves twitching with apprehension. If she fainted again, he could see Maisie ignoring the need to rest her leg and rushing to look after Beatrice.
He better go to the house and make sure that didn’t happen.
He hurriedly finished taking care of the horses and left the barn.
A horse and swaying rider crossed the yard in the general direction of the barn.
He groaned. His cousin Charlie often hit the bottle too hard and the way he tipped half off his horse informed Levi that this was one of those days. He made it to Charlie’s side in time to prevent him from crashing to the ground. He staggered under the weight of his cousin but thankfully stayed upright.
“Hi,” Charlie slurred.
“Charlie, it’s men like you who give us half-breeds a bad reputation. Stay away from the liquor and get a job.” He took the bottle from Charlie and poured its contents out on the ground.
His cousin tried to grab the bottle before the alcohol watered the grass but he could barely stand. “It’s mine. Give it back.”
Levi tossed the empty bottle into the bushes. “You’ve had enough.” Way too many times, he and his family had tried to help Charlie. Pa had even hired him on several occasions. But Charlie ended up wandering away, leaving a job undone and searching instead for something he thought he’d find in a bottle.
Charlie lurched to one side, then caught Levi’s arm to steady himself.
Levi glanced toward the house. The rain had stopped, allowing anyone who happened to glance out the kitchen window a full view. If Beatrice saw them would she not think the same as so many people did? Drunk half-breed.
His jaw muscles tightened. He couldn’t help what she saw or what she thought. He wasn’t like Charlie but not many would choose to believe that.
Charlie was kin, but even if he hadn’t been, Levi would not have left him in his present state. He led him and the horse to the barn and turned the horse loose to tend to later. He took Charlie to the water trough and ducked his head underwater twice. It wasn’t like he could get much wetter. He must have ridden throughout the storm that had now passed over. “Maybe that will sober you up.”
Charlie sputtered his protests.
“Let’s go to the bunkhouse.” None of the cowboys was around to protest Charlie’s presence. They made it to the meager quarters and Levi found a change of clothes for his cousin, who was beginning to sober up. Maybe Levi could persuade the man to sign on again. Pa wouldn’t object and Levi could keep him busy with odd jobs.
Levi took a good hard look at Charlie. “I guess you’ll do.”
Charlie grinned somewhat crookedly. “For what?”
“For coming to the house for supper.”
Charlie’s grin widened. “Aunt Maisie is always happy to see me.”
Levi grunted. “She doesn’t care for you showing up drunk.”
“I’s okay now.” Charlie held out his arms and walked across the bunkhouse.
Levi had to admit he did an admirable job of walking a straight line considering he couldn’t stay upright less than an hour ago. “Let’s go, then.” He judged that Beatrice had had plenty of time to prepare a meal and his growling stomach informed him it was time to eat.
They strode toward the house, avoiding the puddles in the yard. Hot water filled the basin on the outside stand, so they washed up then stepped inside.
Charlie ground to a halt as he saw Maisie resting in her chair. Seeing her there relieved a degree of Levi’s worry.
“What happened to you?” Charlie asked.
Maisie reached out welcoming hands to Charlie as she explained her accident. Levi followed and they both kissed her on the cheek.
“This lovely young lady has come to help me so I can rest my leg. Beatrice, this is Levi’s cousin, Charlie.”
Charlie turned to meet Beatrice. His mouth dropped open.
Levi thought it must take a great deal of effort but Charlie managed to close his mouth and swallow loudly. “Pleased to meet you.” He didn’t offer a hand, perhaps wondering if she would object to him touching her.
Levi allowed himself a little self-satisfaction. Not only had he touched her, but he’d also held her in his arms. He could have told Charlie she was as light as a newborn colt but smelled like a whole field of wild roses. Of course, both times she’d not been in a position to object to being held by him. Something he must bear in mind before he got too cocky about it.
“You’re the prettiest girl Levi ever brought here,” Charlie blurted out.
Levi pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Charlie, you’re going to make her think I have a habit of bringing girls to the ranch.”
Charlie
struggled to find something to say.
Levi held his breath as he wondered what his cousin would drop into the conversation to further embarrass Levi.
Finally, Charlie got his words out. “Only Helen. No one else.”
Helen. The only reminder of how others viewed him that he needed. “Sit down, Charlie.”
Beatrice scurried past him to set another place at the table.
“Yes, please sit down,” Maisie said.
Beatrice placed the serving dishes on the table and sat across from Levi and Charlie. Maisie sat at one end of the table. The other end remained empty. No one ever sat in Big Sam’s place when he was absent.
“Levi, would you ask the blessing?” Maisie said. She reached for Levi’s hand on one side and Beatrice’s on her other.
With his head tipped, Levi watched Beatrice. Would she take Charlie’s hand?
Beatrice stared at Charlie. Neither she nor Charlie reached for the other. He wasn’t sure who to be annoyed with.
Maisie squeezed his hand, bringing his attention back to the need to fill his empty stomach. He closed his eyes and prayed. “Lord, we thank You for Your provision of the food upon this table. Amen.” For no one else’s ears, he added, Help this woman take care of Maisie so her leg can heal. He did not add, Help me remember she’s white and a rich city girl—and I’m a half-breed and a rancher.
“And thank you to Beatrice for preparing the food,” Maisie added as she passed the meat to Levi.
He forked off a chop. Looked at both sides of it and gingerly put it on his plate. It was almost black but he was hungry enough to eat almost anything.
Charlie poked at three chops before he selected one.
Beatrice murmured, “No thanks,” and passed the platter to Maisie.
Maisie took a piece of meat without comment.
The rest of the food was passed around.
Charlie grunted as he spooned out some peas. “Still got water on them.” He edged the vegetables from the bowl.
Conversation died as everyone tackled the food. Levi tried to cut through his potato. It was as hard as a marble in the center. The lumpy, gluey gravy did not make it go down easier.
Maisie bravely ate the food on her plate, though he wondered how she could get it down.
Charlie rearranged his.
Levi put a piece of burnt meat in his mouth, choked a little and washed the food down with a glass of water. His eyes watered.
“I’m sorry.” Beatrice pushed her chair back and bolted outside.
Chapter Three
Shock burned through Levi’s veins as he stared at the door through which Beatrice had disappeared. He’d said nothing about the ruined meal. “She mustn’t have followed your directions,” he said by way of apology to Maisie.
“She did the best she could. The poor girl has never been faced with this kind of work before.”
Charlie grabbed the two remaining pieces of burnt meat. “Better’n starving,” he said and downed them with the aid of several glasses of water.
Maisie chased the remaining food around on her plate. “Try and picture yourself fitting into her world. I expect you’d feel clumsy and ill-at-ease.”
Levi jerked to his feet and scraped his plate into the slop bucket. “At least the pigs will enjoy the food.” He faced Maisie. “I’m sorry to foist this woman on you. Charlie, where’s your sister? I’ll get her to help Maisie.”
Before Charlie could answer, Maisie pushed herself upright, then lowered her foot to the floor.
He sprang forward. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t say what I need to say while looking and feeling like an invalid.” She grimaced.
When he started to protest, she held up her hand. “Levi, I want you to give Beatrice a chance. She needs to be here.”
“What? Why?”
Maisie gave him a look that he’d years ago learned to respect. “God has brought her here for a reason and I, for one, am grateful for her company. Don’t let knowing she’s from high society prejudice you.”
“Me? Prejudiced? Haven’t you got that backward?”
“I don’t think so. I know you are a fine young man, worthy of any young woman. Do you know it?”
“Of course I do. But what difference does it make in this situation? The only thing I want from Beatrice is for her to help you.”
Maisie nodded, her look gently reprimanding. “I wouldn’t want to see you denying the call of your heart.”
What on earth was she talking about? “The call of my heart? What’s that?” He half mocked, but his affection and respect for Maisie kept him from voicing his true feeling on the subject. It would be his head that he followed, not his heart.
“I hope and pray that someday you will hear it and be brave enough to listen to it.” Before he could protest, she hurried on. “Now go apologize to that young lady and persuade her to join us again.” She lifted her leg back to the stool and leaned back, sure her orders would be obeyed.
“You better do it,” Charlie said. “You know Aunt Maisie always gets her way.”
“Thank you, Charlie,” Maisie said, seemingly happy to be described that way.
Levi strode to the door, jerked it open and stepped outside. He closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts and calm his mind. He’d said nothing about the meal. Why should he apologize? He opened his eyes, expecting to see her in a weeping heap nearby. Instead, she stood before the rose bush Maisie cherished and lovingly wrapped every fall to protect it through the winter. When he was done here, he would cut some of the fresh flowers and take them inside for Maisie to enjoy.
Beatrice touched the dusky pink petals of one of the blossoms then bent over to inhale the sweet scent. Hearing him approach, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes wary.
He forgot everything that had been said inside. He forgot his annoyance over being ordered to apologize. He even forgot about being a half-breed, though there lingered a warning note that he would regret his lapse. But all those things disappeared in the way his heart reached out to her in a desire to erase the uncertainty in her eyes. His mouth was suddenly dry and he had to admit it wasn’t from the taste of burned chops. He’d admitted she was beautiful but seeing her shyly at the rose bush emphasized her beauty in a way that left him tongue-tied.
She smiled but no light came to her eyes. “I haven’t gotten off to a very good start, have I?”
Still speechless, he could only wait for her to continue.
“I’m not used to running a house on my own but I hope you’ll give me another chance. This job is important to me.”
He found his voice. “Why? From what you said I understand you came from a rich family. Can’t you simply go back home if this fails?”
Darkness clouded her eyes.
He glanced overhead but the clouds were not dark enough to bring those shadows to her eyes. They came from inside and again he had an urge to pull her close and protect her. It was only because he’d already rescued her twice and now it felt like his job.
She answered his question. “My reasons would be of no interest to you.”
He could argue the point, but she likely wouldn’t believe him and he had no desire to invite a snub. “Come on in and finish supper.”
She laughed, a sound of derision. “I think it is quite inedible.”
“There’s always bread and jam.”
“Very well.” She took two steps toward him and stopped, the scent of roses wafting toward him. “Does that mean you’re going to give me another chance?”
His head told him to say no. She wasn’t qualified for the job. Even worse, he felt his resolve to never again look with any interest at a woman faltering. Especially a white woman. Even more dangerous to the security of his heart, a rich city woman. But the word no would not
leave his mouth. Instead he replied, “I surely am.” Besides, if there had been a better person to send out to help Maisie, wouldn’t Preacher Gage have sent her?
They reached the house. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door for her, again breathing in the scent of roses as she passed him.
“I’m sorry for rushing away like that. Please forgive me.” She addressed the words to Maisie.
“You’re forgiven. Now let’s finish our meal.”
Maisie’s plate was empty, as was Charlie’s. Not wanting Beatrice to eat alone, Levi bravely took the smallest potato he could find, drowned it in butter and ate it in two mouthfuls.
“We have a little custom,” Maisie said. “We go around the table and tell about our day.”
Levi wanted to beg off for this once, but he thought it might be interesting to see how Beatrice would describe her day.
“Levi, with your pa and older brothers away, that leaves you as the oldest. Tell us about your day.”
“I found Beatrice crossing the river, on her way to help you, then found Charlie needing someone to shake him up and that’s about it.” He left out all the details that mattered, such as the jolt of fear when he saw Beatrice in the water with lightning flashing about her and the painful reminder of Helen’s death, which brought with it the memory of her rejection. The way his arms tightened around Beatrice as he carried her to dry land and then catching her as she fainted and feeling it was good and right to be there to protect her. Nope. He wasn’t going to admit any of those things. Not even to himself.
Maisie chuckled. “Short and sweet and to the point. Charlie, tell us about your day.”
Charlie sat up straighter. “I wasn’t drunk. I don’t care what Levi says. I still had half a bottle to go.”
Silence greeted his words. No doubt anyone with two eyes could see that Charlie had had more than enough to drink, despite his half-full bottle. Levi could hardly blame Beatrice for refusing to hold Charlie’s hand as he asked the blessing. But was it because of his drinking or because of his mixed blood? Was she of the belief that half-breeds weren’t fit company for a white woman? Especially a high-society woman. A Doyle, which seemed to mean something to her, but meant nothing in Levi’s world. Not that he cared what her opinion might be except to object to it on general principles.