A Promise of Thunder (36 page)

Grady was surprised to see Shannon pacing at the bottom of the stairs when he left the bedroom a short time later. “Mother, are you still here?”

“I couldn’t leave,” Shannon said, searching Grady’s face for a hint of what had happened upstairs. “I thought—that is—what if Storm needed me?”

Grady smiled, placing an arm around his mother’s narrow shoulders. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt Storm. I love her too much to harm her.”

Shannon clapped her hands together. “Oh, Grady, do you mean it? I was so worried. I know you were angry, but I feel certain Storm
would have told you about the baby soon. Are you happy? It’s time Tim had a brother or sister.”

“Yes, Mother, I’m happy. And since you’ve waited you may as well know that Storm and I have settled our differences. We’ll be leaving soon, before travel becomes dangerous for her in her condition. I also have wheat fields waiting to be harvested and a farm to run.”

“You know your father and I would love for you to stay on at Peaceful Valley.” Grady opened his mouth to speak. “No, don’t say anything. I know how you feel about your homestead. Blade and I felt the same about Peaceful Valley when we first settled here. As long as we keep in touch, I’ll be content.”

“I’ll never shut you or Dad out of my life again,” Grady vowed sincerely. “And I want you to visit us when the baby is born. Storm will need you.”

“I’ll be there, son, you can count on it.”

Grady made plans for their departure. Though Storm would miss Shannon and Blade, she was ecstatic about returning to the homestead to await the birth of her child. The one discordant note was Laughing Brook. Storm still hated the thought of the beautiful Indian maiden traveling with them, even if it was for a short time. Fortunately that problem was resolved when Soars-Like-An-Eagle and Laughing Brook approached Grady two days before their departure.

Soars-Like-An-Eagle’s handsome face wore a smug smile when he announced, “Laughing Brook will not join you when you leave Peaceful Valley.”

Grady slanted him a startled look. “Of course she will. I’m taking her back to the reservation.”

“No, you do not understand, Thunder. Laughing Brook is no longer your responsibility. It is my duty to see that she gets home safely.”

Grady’s puzzled glance shifted to Laughing Brook, who stood slightly behind Soars-Like-An-Eagle, her eyes downcast. “What’s this all about, Laughing Brook? What is Soars-Like-An-Eagle talking about?”

“Laughing Brook has promised to join with me,” Soars-Like-An-Eagle said before Laughing Brook could reply. “When we reach the reservation we will be joined according to the rites of the People. When I return to Peaceful Valley she will accompany me. Swift Blade has promised to hold my job for me until my return and has offered us the house Jumping Buffalo and Sweet Grass once occupied. I am most pleased with his generous offer.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Grady said wonderingly. He speculated on what Soars-Like-An-Eagle had done to wrought such a change in Laughing Brook. Then he looked into Soars-Like-An-Eagle’s eyes and recognized the proud gleam of possession, and the mystery was solved. He would have advised Soars-Like-An-Eagle to bed the little hellion long ago if it meant getting her
off his back. “Is this what you want, Laughing Brook?”

Laughing Brook looked up at Soars-Like-An-Eagle with a sensuality Grady had never noticed in her before. Her lids were heavy, her lips slightly swollen, her face flushed. Having been awakened to sexual pleasure, she couldn’t keep the look of contentment from her eyes or turn her gaze from the man who had satisfied her so completely. Since that first time in the stable they had made love as often as they dared, and each time was better than the last. Laughing Brook had no idea Soars-Like-An-Eagle was a man of such fire and passion. So masterful, so powerful a lover! Why hadn’t she noticed it before?

“It is what I desire above all things, Thunder,” Laughing Brook said shyly.

“Then so be it,” Grady said, relieved to be spared the burden of returning the girl to the reservation. “I trust Soars-Like-An-Eagle to return you home safely.”

“I will guard her with my life.” Soars-Like-An-Eagle’s promise was pronounced with such passion Grady knew he had nothing to worry about. “She may already be with child.”

If Soars-Like-An-Eagle’s words shocked Grady, he gave no sign of it. Despite all the problems the girl had caused him and Storm, Grady felt that Laughing Brook would make a wonderful wife and mother to Soars-Like-An-Eagle’s children. He was glad they would live at Peaceful Valley instead of on the reservation,
where survival was a constant struggle.

Storm was ecstatic when she heard about Laughing Brook and Soars-Like-An-Eagle. Nothing stood in the way now of attaining the kind of happiness she had always dreamed about. She wasn’t going to delve into the method Soars-Like-An-Eagle used to convince Laughing Brook that he was the man for her, but she’d be forever grateful to the young brave. And since they no longer had to make a detour to the reservation they could ride in comfort to Guthrie on the train.

Shannon and Blade accompanied them to the train station two days later. It was a sad parting, but one filled with renewed hope for the future. Grady was no longer a renegade Indian obsessed with revenge. Nor was he the mysterious drifter who hated white men and used his guns to prove it. He was Grady Stryker. Husband, father, farmer.

Tim was excited as the train approached Guthrie. But not as excited as Storm. Since their marriage she and Grady hadn’t been alone more than a few days. She looked forward with relish to her own household, with just Grady and Tim to occupy her days and nights. And the new baby, when it came, would make their life complete.

The train traveled through land lush with ripening wheat, and Grady hoped his own acres were faring half as well. The golden stalks appeared to be reaching out to the sun, their heads bobbing in the breeze. In a
very short time he could begin harvesting. If this year’s crop was as good as expected, he’d soon be able to build Storm the kind of house she deserved. Grady couldn’t recall when he’d been so happy.

“We’re here!” Tim cried as the train pulled into the station in Guthrie only an hour behind schedule. Grady had been gone but two weeks, but Storm had been away over two months, and in that short time things had changed. There were several new businesses in town, a new church, and three new saloons.

“I left the wagon at the livery,” Grady said as they joined the passengers leaving the train. “We’ll stop for supplies first, then head out to the homestead. I hope the Martins fared well in my absence.”

“They’re the people you left in charge, aren’t they?” Storm asked curiously. Grady had told her how lucky he considered himself to find someone trustworthy to take care of things in his absence.

“Yes, Mabel and her son Clem. They were forced to sell their own homestead when the elder Martin died. I’d like to ask them to stay on and help out, but our house is too small to shelter two more people. They spoke of opening a business in town, but I got the feeling their hearts were set on farming.”

“Perhaps something can be worked out,” Storm mused thoughtfully.

After two stops, one at the general store and the other at the bank, Grady aimed the wagon
toward the homestead. When they reached the outer borders of their land his heart swelled with pride at the sight of tall stalks of wheat bending in the gentle breeze. He hadn’t been able to plant all his and Storm’s combined acres, but enough had been cultivated to assure them a good yield. And as added protection for their investment, there were still Storm’s cattle to fall back on if the crop, for some unforeseen reason, failed. But from the looks of the healthy plants there would be no reason for failure.

Grady had sent a telegram ahead giving the date and approximate time they could be expected, and Mabel Martin had cooked a veritable feast in honor of their return. While Grady, Tim, and Storm devoured the meal, Clem and Mabel packed their belongings. Storm thought she saw a lingering sadness when Mabel looked around the snug cabin one last time.

“You’ve done a wonderful job looking after the farm, Mrs. Martin,” Storm said sincerely. “Grady was lucky to have found you and your son.”

“Please call me Mabel. It was a pleasure, Mrs. Stryker. Farming is really all we know, but when Hal died we had no money to support our farm. Clem worked hard, but our land isn’t as good as yours, and he wasn’t able to cultivate enough acres to make us a living. We sold out to a speculator for half what the land was worth. I’d give anything if we had a place like this,” Mabel added wistfully.

“I have a suggestion,” Grady offered. “As you know, Storm homesteaded the quarter section of land adjacent to mine before we were married. Her cabin was burned down by hired gunmen, but the well is still intact. I could rent part of the acreage to you and Clem, and as payment Clem could work for me part time and you could help out Storm, since she’s expecting our first child. The only drawback is the lack of living quarters.”

Mabel’s brown eyes glowed with excitement as she mulled over Grady’s offer. “What do you think, son?” she asked as Clem came up to stand beside her. Clem was a big, strong lad of seventeen who had plenty of brawn but lacked direction. That was one of the reasons they’d had to sell their farm. The boy needed someone to tell him what to do.

“It’s better than living in town, Ma,” Clem said. “I don’t think I’d make a good shopkeeper. I’m not even sure we could afford to start a business with the money we got for the homestead. But we do have enough money to build a cabin if we rent land from Grady,” Clem added, warming to the subject.

“It would be wonderful having another woman close by,” Storm said, her eyes shining. Leave it to Grady to come up with a solution that served everyone concerned.

“Then it’s settled,” Mabel said, offering her hand to Grady to seal the deal.

“Take the wagon back to town,” Grady offered. “I’ll help build your cabin when you
return with the material. Your help on the farm will be welcome, Clem. From the looks of the wheat, it will be ready for harvesting in a few days.”

Storm couldn’t recall when she’d been so content. Grady and Clem had worked tirelessly to erect the large, one-room cabin that would shelter the Martins. When it was completed Clem drove the wagon to town to pick up their furnishings, which had been stored in an empty warehouse after they moved from their homestead. Storm helped Mabel sew curtains. Mabel was thrilled with the results and expressed her gratitude for being given the opportunity to live where she and Clem would be happy doing the kind of work they enjoyed.

A couple of days later Grady went to town and returned the proud owner of a combine. Storm was dismayed, realizing that such a machine must be terribly expensive.

“Grady, where did you get the money to purchase such a machine,” Storm asked, eyeing the contraption with a hint of misgiving. “Did you borrow the money from your father?”

“I didn’t pay for it yet, sweetheart. I borrowed the money from the bank on the strength of our crop. It’s done all the time. I’ll pay for it when I sell our wheat.”

“What if something happens to the crop?” Storm asked worriedly.

“Nothing is going to happen, sweetheart,” Grady said, pulling her into his arms. “How is the baby today?” His hand rested on the bulge
of her stomach, then slid upward to graze her breast.

“Grady Stryker, don’t change the subject!” Storm said, slapping his hand aside. “The baby is getting bigger every day, as you well know.”

“Where is Tim?” Grady asked, looking around for his son.

“He’s helping Clem today. Mabel promised to bake him some cookies.”

“Are we alone? If we are, I have a wonderful suggestion on how to spend our afternoon.” His caress grew more insistent.

Storm laughed. “Grady—” Suddenly she went still, cocking her ear toward a sound she couldn’t identify. “What is that?”

Grady heard it too. The sound was distinctive, like a steady drone that grew louder and louder. Then the sun seemed to disappear as the sky darkened. The noise was deafening now, and an enormous cloud blotted out the sun. Only it wasn’t a cloud. It was—

“My God! Locusts!”

Storm stared at the ominous sky with growing apprehension. She had heard of locusts, but she wasn’t aware that they appeared in great hordes of tens of thousands, winging across the sky like a harbinger of disaster. When the solid mass of destruction swooped down from the sky toward the ripe stalks of wheat, Storm realized why Grady had become so distraught. Abruptly the droning buzz of insects on the wing changed to a chomping sound produced by scores of insects feasting on their crops.

“Grady, can’t we do something? They’re eating our wheat!”

Racing to the shed, Grady snatched a wide shovel and ran toward the fields. “I don’t know if it will help, but I’m going to kill as many of the bastards as I can.”

Feeling helpless, Storm grabbed a broom from the doorstep and followed. She recoiled in horror when she suddenly stood amid thousands of insects relentlessly advancing from stalk to stalk, methodically devouring every grain of wheat in their path. When Grady started wielding the shovel, Storm followed suit. Soon Clem, Mabel, and Tim joined them, using whatever was handy to swat at the voracious insects. But the more they swatted and stomped, the faster they came, until Storm’s arms felt like lead, her legs wooden.

She cried out in horror when she felt the grayish-green insects crawling up her dress and clinging to her limbs. They gathered in her hair, skin, and clothing until Storm felt a suffocating blackness steal over her. The breath squeezed from her lungs and she swayed drunkenly. From the corner of his eye Grady saw Storm stagger, and he let out a cry as he flung down the shovel and leaped to her aid. Brushing the insects from her face and clothing, he scooped her up in his arms and raced toward the house.

“Mabel!” he called over his shoulders. “Take Tim inside!” Tim’s small body was covered with so many locusts he was barely recognizable.

“Stay inside,” Grady said gruffly as he deposited Storm just inside the door. “There’s nothing more we can do. When they’ve destroyed the crops they’ll move on to neighboring fields.”