He didn't answer her. "I'm going up to the house. You might want to put something on your face before you join me, sweetheart."
He knew she'd ask him why, of course, and he couldn't wait to tell her. He started counting to ten as he opened the door and started out.
"Wait," she called out. "What's wrong with my face?"
"It's sunburned."
She wasn't the least bit contrite, but she was thoughtful. He'd give her that much. She waited until he'd pulled the door closed before she started laughing.
Was it any wonder why he loved her?
Everyone had just finished supper when Alfred Mitchell came riding down the slope.
"Stranger's here. Take a look, sir. Is he one of your relatives?"
Elliott squinted out the window. "Can't tell from this distance, but I don't believe I know the man."
"Then it's Alfred Mitchell. Harrison, do you want us to wait inside while you talk to him?"
"Yes."
"Offer him some refreshment," Mary Rose called out.
She wasn't sure if Harrison heard her or not. He'd already gone outside. Harrison didn't wait for the attorney on the porch. He went down the steps and kept walking. The two men met halfway across the meadow.
Mitchell let out a loud groan when he dismounted. The two men shook hands and introduced themselves.
"You look worn out," Harrison remarked.
Mitchell nodded. He looked up at Harrison, for Mitchell was quite a bit shorter. He appeared to be several years younger as well.
"I am worn out," he admitted in a slow southern drawl. "I've gotten what you asked for, but I also bring you some terrible news. Can we walk while we talk? I'd like to work the cramps out of my backside before I ride back to my campsite."
"You're welcome to stay the night here, Alfred."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep quiet about what's happening if I do stay. I've made camp close to town. I think I'll stay there tonight, if you don't mind my being unsociable."
"You'll have to testify tomorrow," Harrison reminded him.
"Yes, I know. I'm eager to do so, sir. Very eager to tell what happened."
Harrison and Alfred started walking toward the mountains. Mary Rose watched from behind the screen door.
Harrison was strolling along with his hands clasped behind his back for several minutes, then he suddenly turned to Mitchell.
"You can't hear anything from here," Douglas whispered behind her back.
She jumped. " Harrison doesn't like what Mitchell is telling him. Look how rigid both men are. I don't think it's good news, Douglas. It's bad."
"The only bad thing would be that Mitchell didn't get the signed papers, Mary Rose, and you can see Harrison 's holding something in his hand. My guess is that Mitchell couldn't get Livonia to sign one."
Harrison and Alfred continued to talk for over twenty minutes. Mary Rose thought the conference was over when they turned and started walking back. She went outside and stood on the porch to wait.
Alfred shook Harrison 's hand and climbed back up in his saddle. Mary Rose almost called out to the man to invite him to stay for the night. Harrison turned toward her, and when she saw the look on his face, she couldn't have spoken a word to anyone. Her husband looked devastated.
He walked closer, then stopped and stood there staring at her.
He wanted her to come to him. Mary Rose didn't hesitate. She ran to him.
He didn't say a word to her, but took hold of her hand and turned around again.
They walked clear across the meadow before he stopped.
"I'm going to lie tomorrow."
Her eyes widened. "You're going to lie in court?"
He didn't answer her. "I won't lie to you unless you give me permission to."
She didn't know what to say. They started walking again, their heads bowed, as each thought about tomorrow.
It only took Mary Rose a few minutes to understand. "You would never lie in court. No, you'd never do that. It's unethical… and so, you're going to lie to my brothers. You'd like to lie to me too, but you…"
"I promised you I would never lie to you again. I won't ever break my word."
"Unless I give you permission."
"Yes."
"All right."
She turned and smiled at him. "I trust you. Do what you must. Now isn't the time to worry about me."
He was humbled by her. He closed his eyes and slowly nodded. "Thank you."
"For trusting you?"
"And loving me… and being who you are."
"Kiss me, and I'll know you mean it."
He did just that.
They walked back to the house in silence. "I'm going for a ride. Do you want to go with me?"
"You need to think about things. I think maybe you need to be alone now."
He kissed her again and then went to the barn. Mary Rose leaned against the porch railing and watched.
Harrison came out just a minute later. MacHugh was by his side. The stallion wasn't wearing a saddle or a halter, but he stayed right by Harrison 's side as they crossed the meadow.
Harrison suddenly turned to the animal, grabbed hold of his mane, and swung up on his back. MacHugh went into a full gallop up the first slope.
"He rides like an Indian," Travis remarked. "Where's he going?"
"To think."
"Your father would like you to play the piano. Are you feeling up to it?"
"I'm fine," she said although it wasn't true.
Playing would help her forget about her worries, she decided, and so she went inside and sat down on the piano bench.
Her father was standing close, eagerly waiting.
"What are you going to play, daughter?"
Her brothers had seen her expression when she walked into the parlor. They knew exactly what she would play.
"The Fifth," they all told him at the same time.
And so she did, over and over and over again.
It was sunny and bright Friday morning. Mary Rose was disappointed to see blue skies. She wanted a good storm with thunder and lightning, because she thought bad weather might keep some of the curious in their own towns where they belonged.
She rode with her father in the covered buggy. Neither one of them felt like talking. She spent her time praying and worrying about Adam and Harrison. Her brother's nightmare was finally taking place, and she was powerless to stop it.
It was all up to Harrison. God help him. He'd looked so grim when he joined her in bed. He'd held on to her all through the night.
She tried to talk to him before they got dressed, but he cut her off before she'd even gotten started. She wanted to tell him she loved him and she trusted him, and that no matter what happened today, she would go right on loving him and believing in him. Harrison wouldn't listen. He was abrupt and distant. She became really scared then, but as he was leaving, he turned and gave her the most wonderful and surely the meanest order she'd ever heard.
He told her he'd put a gag in her mouth if she said or did anything to make him feel good. And if she told him she loved him, he just might lock her in a closet and leave her there all day.
"In other words, you don't want to be distracted."
He nodded.
They left for Blue Belle an hour later. Harrison led the family, and Travis rode shotgun.
Harrison stopped the procession just outside of town.
"Mary Rose? Do you feel all right? I don't want you throwing up in court."
"I won't throw up," she promised him.
"Adam, I read somewhere that slaves weren't allowed to look directly at their owners until they were ordered to do so. Was that true?"
"Yes. It was considered insolent… uppity. Why'd you ask me that question?"
"Because I forgot to ask you last night," he snapped. "When you sit down at the table in court, I want you to stare at Livonia 's sons. Keep your expression bland, but let them know you're staring at them. Look at one brother all the while he's testifying. Look him right in the eyes, Adam. When the other one gets up there, do the same thing. When I give you the nod, let them see disdain on your face."