Chase the Moon: A Historical Romance (21 page)

“Wanted to see the sunrise.”

“The sunrises here too!”

His handsome face grimaced in pain as Tom examined the mottled flesh surrounding the bite. Sabrina grabbed his hand and held it tight.

“There’s a good bit of dead tissue. It will need to be removed so it can mend properly. It will heal if you can keep him in bed for a few days.”

“Whatever needs to be done do it.”

Tom motioned for everyone out of the room except for Sabrina and Anna. He picked up his black bag and opened it on the washstand as he took out his equipment. Alma arrived with fresh towels and sheets to place under him and left quietly as she mumbled prayers for his safety.

Sabrina moved back as Dr. Reynold applied the chloroform soaked rag to his face. Taking a deep breath, she stilled her will toward what needed to be done.

Sabrina sat at Riley’s head holding onto his now limp hand. She watched as the gleaming silver blade was placed to his skin. Piece by piece he cut away the edges of the wound, clearing away the infected tissue. She felt bile well up in her throat and turned her head as she concentrated on Riley’s breathing to calm herself. Closing her eyes tightly she clinched his hand hoping for a full recovery. She was not sure Riley would be as optimistic as Jonathan had been after he lost his leg.

***

Brock and Chase arrived at the stables. Thankfully, both of the horses seemed to be fairing well after their hard journey. The brothers removed the horses saddles and stripped off their sweat-covered saddle blankets hanging them on the fence to dry.

Using their hands they started to wick away the sweat from the horses not wanting them to catch a chill. As they worked, Brock filled Chase in on the deaths at the ranch. Both of their hearts were heavy as they finished with their duties and headed up to the house.

***

Watching the never-ending march of trees pass them by, Amelia sat behind Warren. It seemed like such a long time ago that Chase had left with her brother. She feared for his safety, she could think of nothing else.

“How much longer?”

“Not much further now.” Warren replied.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the last four hours!”

“It has not been four hours and we are close, don’t you recognize the trail we’re on? We’re on Montgomery land now.”

Amelia perked up as her eyes searching the horizon for the majestic yellow house. She was so excited when they started down the long driveway she could barely sit her seat. The horses sensing they were close to home as well picked up speed. She almost toppled off the horse and was scolded by Warren for not paying attention.

Ignoring her cousin, Amelia was off even before the horse stopped completely. Discounting Warren’s curses, she ran up the stairs and into the parlor.

A scream of sheer terror rent the air and Amelia collapsed on the floor in shock and disbelief as she starred up at the closed casket. Chase was by her side in an instant. He scooped her up and carried outside. Sitting on the steps, he grabbed her face in his hands forcing her to look at him as she cried.

“Amelia! It’s not Riley. It’s not Riley.”

He repeated the mantra as Warren and the others joined in the confusion. Brock took Warren aside and explained the grim details of the corral incident as Chase tried to calm Amelia.

“It’s not Riley?” Amelia asked hesitantly as her blues eyes filled with tears as she looked hopefully into his dark ones.

“Riley is resting. They did surgery to help him heal faster.”

“Well then who is that?”

“They suffered two losses while we were away. The funeral is tomorrow.”

Amelia was torn between the joy that Riley was alive and the sorrow that two men she knew had passed. Emotionally spent she buried her face in Chase’s shoulder and cried. He held her until her body stopped shaking.

The wind blew softly almost caressing her as she sat on the porch in Chase’s arms. She felt content. It was an odd awareness, as if she would not be able to support herself if he was not there. It was as if he was a part of her now. She felt a hand on her shoulder and reluctantly pulled away. She found Sabrina at her side.

“Riley is doing well he is sleeping.”

“Thanks to Chase.” Amelia said returning her attention to the large man still holding her quite close.

“If you thank him anymore you might wanna go to the barn.”

Amelia blushed but stood up and wiped her face off on her sleeve. She grabbed Chase’s hand and they went inside.

Sabrina joined the grim looking group outside. They were going thru the pile of bags the hands unloaded before taking their horses for care.

“How was your trip?” Sabrina asked her brother as he located his carpetbag.

“It was reprehensible.”

They both heard a soft gasp as Sally grabbed her bag and ran up the steps. Sabrina would have dismissed her dramatics if it was not for the way that Warren followed her every move and stared even after she was out of sight.

“Am I missing something? First Amelia and Chase and now you and Sally?”

Warren grunted, “I need to check on Roger and Samuel.”

She watched as a weary looking Thomas led Jaelyn into the house as well. Sabrina frowned as she was left standing alone. Well, they were all back safe and that was enough for her. Lifting up her skirt, she climbed the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Peeling potatoes seemed as good a way as any to clear her mind.

***

Dinner was a somber affair. Tom was the only one with a hearty appetite. Amelia and Chase chose to eat in Riley’s room, he had awoken enough earlier to sip some chicken broth and drink some water. The others were exhausted from the trip or lost in their own thoughts as they picked at their food.

After dinner, Thomas and Jaelyn went to spell Jonathan and Anna who were tending to Roger. Sabrina and Brock went to watch Riley. The others returned to their rooms to rest. The funerals were tomorrow. It would be another long day.

Kissing Riley’s forehead Amelia followed Chase outside. Darkness was falling and she marveled at the colors of the sky.

“How are you feeling?” Chase asked as they sat and rocked on the porch.

“Sad, happy, horrified, and relieved all at the same time. Why do such bad things have to happen?”

“It’s a part of life. If there was no sorrow how would you know what joy felt like?”

“I feel joy when I’m around you.” Amelia whispered leaning over to kiss him. Their lips touched briefly, before Chase pulled away.

“We can’t.”

“Why not?” Amelia pouted.

“Because you need your sleep and the windows are open. I’m sure Sabrina is hanging on every word.”

Brock’s rich laughter floated out to them and Amelia was glad it was dark outside to hide her red face.

“Good night Amelia.”

“Night Chase.”

T
he next morning seemed to reflect everyone’s mood. The clouds were thick and heavy with rain. Sabrina pulled her shawl closer as she oversaw the digging of the graves. All of the able-bodied men lent a hand making the work less tedious, physically anyway. Emotionally, all were a little more aware, remembering how fragile life is.

Warren shoveled the rocky soil ‘til he practically collapsed. Sabrina wondered what thoughts he was trying to put to rest. He had been avoiding most everyone since his return, especially Sally.

A trip to Amelia’s room last night brought her up to date on the goings on in Biloxi. However, Amelia was more reserved about sharing her own story than Sally’s indiscretion. Sabrina was not so surprised to hear about Warren’s poor judgment. After all, look at what turmoil he had caused in her life previously. Of course if Warren was not such an arrogant bastard she would never have run away and met Brock.

Looking up at the sky, she hoped that the rain would hold off until the preacher left. She wasn’t aware of anyone else attending from town but Alma was working on a feast to feed an army. Sabrina figured most of it was to keep everyone busy and his or her mind off the sorrow. She had checked on Roger this morning, he was allowed to sit up and had drunk two cups of broth. He was bound and determined to be at the funeral; To say goodbye to his friends.

Riley was still bed bound, much to his chagrin. He would not be attending and Chase volunteered to stay with him to make sure it was so. He just could not risk reopening the wound. Luck only went so far.

She felt a hand on her back and looked up at Brock who was watching her closely.

“It is done.”

Her attention returned to the hollowed out ground and she nodded her approval. She went to thank the men for their labor, some of which she had known as a child. They moved off to get ready for the ceremony and Brock guided Sabrina into the house and out of the rain that had started to fall.

Stepping into the kitchen, she was immersed in luscious smells. Brock excused himself to clean up and she wandered over to look into the giant pot of chicken boiling for dumplings. Her stomach rumbled in hunger. The last couple of days she was so distraught with grief and worry she had ate very little. Alma honed in on the sound and thrust a plate of bacon eggs and grits into her hand.

Sabrina thanked her and went to sit at the large table alone. It was somewhat odd being alone in a house full of so many people. She took a bite of the thick bacon and chewed. It was crunchy just as she liked it. With the food renewing her energy, she ate heartily.

She looked up as the chair next to her was pulled out noisily. The legs rumbled against the slats on the wooden floor and Amelia plopped into it with a slight groan.

“Tired?”

“I ache in places I didn’t even know that could ache.”

“Yeah, horseback riding takes a while to get used to. I heard you have some lessons planned?”

Amelia’s face turned slightly pink. “I don’t know about that. I don’t even want to see a horse again!”

“That’s gonna be hard to do since we have to go into town for fittings soon.” Sally replied sitting gingerly in her own seat.

“ ‘We’ don’t have to go. Just Jaelyn and Sabrina.”

“Yes you do. If I have to suffer, you have to suffer.” Sabrina replied.

“Oh hush up and eat your food.” Amelia said standing up slowly and stiffly walking out.

***

Sally left as well, in her haste to scurry past the bodies laid out in the parlor she collided into someone. Her hand instinctively went up to cushion the impact and collided with a firm chest. She looked up and her apology stuck in her throat as her eyes met Warren’s green ones. She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm pulling her close.

“We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Then you can listen.” He replied pulling her into his office and shutting the door.

“I did not mean to offend you the other evening.”

“When you called me a whore?”

“I didn’t call you that.”

“Well you sure as hell insinuated it.” Sally spat out crossing her arms across her chest as if to shield her heart from further pain.

“I know, I did say that. I’m an idiot. Men’s minds don’t always work properly in certain situations. I would give anything to go back to that moment and say what I should have said.”

Sally turned her back to him as he continued speaking. Tears were forming in her eyes and she didn’t want him to see.

“You said you would listen.”

“My ears aren’t turned off. Speak your peace.”

“Sally, I have been enamored by you since you first arrived. You have such poise and spirit. I took advantage of that and I do apologize. I do not regret our night together; I do regret my poor choice of words. More so, I regret I did not come to you immediately and beg my forgiveness. Sabrina called me a heartless bastard once. I suppose she was right.”

“Only once?” Sally asked as she turned again to face him. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought of Sabrina’s harsh vocabulary and bad temper.

“Well perhaps it was a dozen or so times. Looking back, I must say I deserved most of them.”

Warren stood stock-still waiting for Sally’s response. He could feel his heart beating franticly in his chest. Sally took a step forward and tilted her head up to meet his lips as they descended. It was a soft kiss. A first kiss, as if both wanted to start over, to try again. Warren crushed her in his arms as they encircled around her pulling her to his chest.

***

Sabrina stood next to Warren as they all gathered in the parlor. Due to the poor weather, Pastor Brown decided to recite his eulogy inside to minimize the exposure to the elements. It was hard for Sabrina to concentrate on the words as she looked around at the somber crowd. Roger was a given a seat in front watched closely by Tom to make sure he did not over do it. Samuel stood back a ways as did Brock and their other guests. She wished she could hide in the back with the others but Warren insisted she must be up front with him, to show their support for the family and friends of the fallen. A tear slipped down Sabrina’s cheek as Pastor Brown finished and one by one, their friends spoke up saying their peace. Warren spoke of the men’s love for the land and skill with animals.

The room was getting a bit stuffy from the body heat and humidity from the rain. She felt a bit dizzy and wrapped her arm around Warren’s as she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths. Pastor Brown said a prayer for their souls as he finished. Without a word, men came forward lifting the pine boxes with ease and making their way out front and into the rain.

It was as if God himself was crying and Sabrina pulled the black wrap that Sally insisted she wear closely around her. Her black bonnet struggled to keep the rain off her face as they followed the slow procession to the gravesite.

She felt an arm slide around her and she dropped Warren’s to find warmth and comfort in Brock’s embrace. The caskets were lowered and the sound of the shovels brought back sad memories of her parents and Lydia’s funeral. Amelia stepped forward and her sweet voice blocked out the sound as she sung Amazing Grace. She kept singing until the last shovel stopped. The silence was deafening and Warren thanked everyone for turning out. He invited everyone to attend dinner, which would be served soon.