“My father lived here. This place was obviously important to him. I intend to stay.” She doubted Jake Redman had enough heart to understand her “Now, if you’d be good enough to hitch up the wagon, I’ll go change.”
“Change what?”
“Why, my dress, of course. I can hardly go into town like this.”
He cast a glance over her. She already looked dolled-up enough for a church social in her crisp white blouse and gingham skirt. He’d never known gingham to look quite so good on a woman before.
“Lone Bluff ain’t Philadelphia. It ain’t anyplace. You want the wagon hitched, I’ll oblige you, but you’d better watch how it’s done, because there’s not going to be anyone around to do it for you next time.” With that, he slung his saddlebags over his shoulder and walked away.
Very well, she thought after one last deep breath. He was quite right. It was time she learned how to do things for herself. The sooner she learned, the sooner she’d have no more need of him.
With her head held high, she followed him. She watched him guide the team out. It seemed easy enough. You simply hooked this and tied that and the deed was done. Men, she thought with a little smile. They always exaggerated the most basic chores.
“Thank you, Mr. Redman. If you’ll wait just a moment, I’ll be ready to go.”
Didn’t the woman know anything? Jake tipped his hat forward. He’d driven her out of town yesterday. If he drove her back this morning her reputation would be ruined. Even Lone Bluff had its standards. Since she’d decided to stay, at least temporarily, she’d need all the support she could get from the town women.
“I got business of my own, ma’am.”
“But-” He was already moving off to saddle his own horse. Setting her teeth, Sarah stamped inside. She added another twenty dollars to what she carried in her reticule. As an afterthought she took down the rifle her father had left on the wall. She hadn’t the least idea how to use it, was certain she wouldn’t be able to in even the most dire circumstances, but she felt better having it.
Jake was mounted and waiting when she came out. “The road will lead you straight into town,” he told her as she fastened her bonnet. “If you give Lucius a dollar he’ll drive back out with you, then take the wagon and team back to the livery. Matt’s got two horses of his own in the stables. Someone from town’s been keeping an eye on them.”
“A dollar.” As if it were spun glass, she set the rifle in the wagon. “You charged me five.”
He grinned at her. “I’m not Lucius.” With a tip of his hat, he rode off.
It didn’t take her long to climb up into the wagon. But she had to gather her courage before she touched the reins. Though she considered herself an excellent horsewoman, she’d never driven a team before.
You’ve ridden behind them, she reminded herself as she picked up the reins. How difficult can it be? She took the horses-or they took her-in a circle three times before she managed to head them toward the road.
Jake sat on his horse and watched her from a ridge. It was the best laugh he’d had in months.
By the time she reached Lone Bluff, Sarah was sweating profusely, her hands felt raw and cramped and her lower back was on fire. In front of the dry goods store she climbed down on legs that felt like water. After smoothing her skirts and patting her forehead dry, she spotted a young boy whittling a stick. “Young man, do you know a man named Lucius?”
“Everybody knows old Lucius.”
Satisfied, Sarah drew a coin out of her bag. “If you can find Lucius and tell him Miss Sarah Conway wishes to see him, you can have this penny.”
The boy eyed it, thinking of peppermint sticks. “Yes, ma’am.” He was off at a run.
At least children seemed about the same, east or west.
Sarah entered the store. There were several customers milling around, looking over the stock and gossiping. They all stopped to stare at Sarah before going back to their business. The young woman behind the counter came around to greet her.
“Good morning. May I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Sarah Conway.”
“I know.” When the pretty brunette smiled, dimples flashed in her cheeks. She was already envying Sarah her bonnet. “You arrived on the stage yesterday. I’m very sorry about your father. Everyone liked Matt.”
“Thank you.” Sarah found herself smiling back.
“I’m going to need a number of supplies.”
“Are you really going to stay out there, at Matt’s place? Alone?”
“Yes. At least for now.”
“I’d be scared to death.” The brunette gave her an appraising look, then offered a hand. “I’m Liza Cody. No relation.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“To Buffalo Bill. Most people ask. Welcome to Lone Bluff.”
“Thank you.”
With Liza’s help. Sarah began to gather supplies and introductions. Within twenty minutes she’d nodded to half the women in Lone Bluff, been given a recipe for biscuits and been asked her opinion of the calico fabric just arrived from St. Joe.
Her spirits rose dramatically. Perhaps the women dressed less fashionably than then-counterparts in the East, but they made her feel welcome.
“Ma’am.”
Sarah turned to see Lucius, hat in hand. Beside him, the young boy was nearly dancing in anticipation of the penny. The moment it was in his hand, he raced to the jars of hard candy and began to negotiate. “Mr…”
“Just Lucius, ma’am.”
“Lucius, I was told you might be willing to drive my supplies back for me, then return the wagon and team to the livery.”
He pushed his chaw into his cheek and considered.
“Well, now, maybe I would.”
“I’d be willing to give you a dollar for your trouble.” He grinned, showing a few yellowed-and several missing-teeth. “Glad to help, Miss Conway.”
“Perhaps you’d begin by loading my supplies.”
Leaving him to it, Sarah turned back to Liza. “Miss Cody.” “Liza, please.”
“Liza, I wonder if you might have any tea, and I would dearly love some fresh eggs.”
“Don’t get much call for tea, but we’ve got some in the back.” Liza opened the door to the rear storeroom. Three fat-bellied puppies ran out. “John Cody, you little monster. I told you to keep these pups outside.” Laughing, Sarah crouched down to greet them.
“Oh, they’re adorable.”
“One’s adorable, maybe,” Liza muttered. As usual, her young brother was nowhere in sight when she needed him. “Three’s unmanageable. Just last night they chewed through a sack of meal. Pop finds out, he’ll take a strap to Johnny.”
A brown mutt with a black circle around his left eye jumped into Sarah’s lap. And captured her heart. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?” She laughed as he bathed her face.
“A nuisance is more like it.”
“Will you sell one?”
“Sell?” Liza stretched to reach the tea on a high shelf. “My pop’d pay you to take one.”
“Really?” With the brown pup cradled in her arms, Sarah stood again. “I’d love to have one. I could use the company.”
Liza added the tea and eggs to Sarah’s total. “You want that one, you take it right along.” She grinned when the pup licked Sarah’s face again. “He certainly seems taken with you.”
“I’ll take very good care of him.” Balancing the dog, she took out the money to pay her bill. “Thank you for everything.”
Liza counted out the coins before she placed them in the cash drawer and took out Sarah’s change. Pop would be pleased, she thought. Not only because of the pup, but because Miss Conway was a cash customer. Liza was pleased because Sarah was young and pretty and would surely know everything there was to know about the latest fashions.
“It’s been nice meeting you, Miss Conway.”
“Sarah.”
Liza smiled again and walked with Sarah to the door. “Maybe I’ll ride out and see you, if you don’t mind.”