ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories) (139 page)

              This was an unexpected turn of events. She had come to Colorado Territory with enough emergency money to last her through a month of hardship, though that wasn’t the intended purpose of the money. It had primarily been meant for the purchase of a wedding dress and other necessary finery for a ceremony of such life-changing importance. It was fortunate she hadn’t bought a dress in Baltimore as she had originally intended. She’d feared that the long journey might cause some mishap to ruin the dress, so she’d decided to delay purchase until arrival. It also offered her a measure of protection in case Thomas had proven to be a cad.

              The largest building in town, by far, was the Lucky Star. Serving as the social center of the community, it had been built practically overnight, surpassing the church on the other end of town as the biggest edifice until then. She smiled to herself, feeling there was a statement that could be made there, and not a very good one.

              Though she’d had breakfast already with the Bradfords, she felt it might be nice to have a cup of coffee before working on her correspondence. Letters would need to be written to both father and Rebecca, after which she’d start looking for work.

              She quickly found that there were only two places in town where a person could eat. One was the Lucky Star, which was open 24 hours, 7 days a week. The other option was the Daisy, a small restaurant that served breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She found the Daisy tucked away on the only side street and was surprised to find it almost completely empty.

              “What’ll it be, hon?” Asked the proprietress. The large-framed woman was friendly, but seemed nervous about serving her for some reason. Her eyes kept darting to the door.

              “Just a cup of coffee, if you’d be so kind.”

              “Can’t interest you in bacon and eggs?” The woman sounded sad, and she was tempted to buy just to offer her the business.

              “Tomorrow would be lovely. Today, only the coffee, thank you.”

              After the woman left, she took out her ink, quill, and paper from a small bag she was carrying with her and began to write. She was so engrossed, she didn’t notice she was soon the only person left dining when a trio of men walked in.

              “Well, well. See what we have here.” A burly man in a thick beard said. He was grinning nastily at Louisa as they walked in, with a look that made her very nervous.

              “Not now, Curly.” The man in the lead ordered, removing his flat-top, broad-brimmed hat. “Gertie! Get on out here Gertie. Time we had another little talk.” The other men chuckled, as though he’d told a particularly good joke.

              The heavy-set woman who had served Louisa came out of the kitchen and put her hands on her hips. “What is it now, Frank? You know I’ve still got a customer.”

              “Seems like that’s part of the problem, isn’t it.” The man took a chair from a table and sat down in it in the middle of the restaurant. His two companions idly strolled around as though looking for something to break, Louisa mused. “You’ve still got a customer. A very pretty one, by the look of her. But that shouldn’t be any more, now should it? I offered you a nice little bit of money to clear on out and yet here you are and here we are.”

              “And who are you?” Louisa asked, suddenly feeling very cross. She packed up her letter and things in a hurry, just in case things became nasty.

              But Frank simply ignored her. “You need to get on out of here Gertie. Take the money today. When I make you an offer, you’d best take it. The other option… well, you’re not going to like the other option. The boys might, won’t you?”

              The man with the beard reached over casually and overturned one of the tables. “I would, Frank.”

              Gertie cried out and began to wave her fists angrily. “Frank Durant, you get out of my restaurant before I call the sheriff!”

              “Sheriff Tate? He doesn’t care much what I do.” Frank yawned. “We have us an understanding, don’t you know? I’m an upright business owner, bring in a lot of business for this town. You… business ain’t so good anyhow.”

              Gertie huffed and returned to the kitchen.

              “Well, that sounds like a no, boys. That’s too bad. You may want to leave here, Miss.” He said, standing up. “Hate for you to see things get ugly.”

              “I will not.” Louisa folded her arms. She had no great loyalty to this place, but she’d made up her mind about Durant. “Someone needs to stand up to you bullies, and I intend to bear witness…”

              “Witness?” Durant snickered, grabbed his chair, and flung it across the room. Louisa flinched. “Girl, you get on over to the Lucky Star and get yourself a job as a dancer. Or get on out of town. My girls don’t need competition from a pretty face like your own.”

              She felt her fear rising, but stood her ground. “I’m going nowhere.”

              When she’d made her declaration, she looked to the door which swung up at that moment. Jeb Bradford strolled in, holding a pair of six-shooters. “Seems to be a bit of ruckus here. Y’all raisin’ a ruckus?”

              Frank Durant scowled. “This ain’t your affair, Jeb. You go poking your nose in another man’s business you’re going to be sorry. Or…” and here he smiled slightly. “You already forget what happened to that brother of yours?”

              Jeb cocked the safety on each weapon. “You sure you want to raise that point with a gun pointed at your head, Frank?”

              Durant put his hat back on his blonde head and grinned. “Good point. I’d hate to give Sheriff Tate a reason to hang you and miss out on all the fun. We’ll be back. You can’t save Gertie from all her problems, Jeb.”

              Jeb stepped aside from the path of the doorway and waved. Frank and his pals left, casting menacing glances as they passed the man. “High-stakes game you’re playing, Jeb. Hope it’s worth it.”

              Once they’d left, Gertie came out carrying a rifle she pointed towards the door. “Thanks, Jeb.” She offered with a smile. “Fetch you a coffee and bacon? On the house.”

              He nodded. “Happy to pay my way, Gertie. And I don’t mind the company.”

              Louisa stood up. She thought the man brave, but was still stinging a touch from the wrong her family had done to her. “I appreciate the sentiment and your earlier gallantry, Mr. Bradford. I’ll be heading back to my rooms. Then I need to sincerely get about looking for work.”

              Gertie set the rifle on the counter and raised a finger to her lips. “Things are pretty slow here, and I can only pay you a little bit every week until things pick up, but, I could use a serving girl. Could have you start as soon as tomorrow morning, if you like. You think you’d be up to waiting tables, Miss…”

              “Louisa Forest.” She strolled over to the proprietress and held out her hand. “It would be my pleasure.”

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              Ann Bradford stepped out onto the back porch of the Bradford home and rang the triangle. She hoped her brother wasn’t too far out to hear; it was impossible to say. They had a fairly large ranch, with plenty or property to keep an eye out on.

              As it happened, Jeb was nearby and practically ran up to the house. Ann smiled as she saw him. “Nellie finally calve?”

              “Yeah, that old girl had her calf this morning. It’s a heifer, thank God.”

              “That is good news!” She affirmed as the man kicked his boots clean by the steps. There was a small tub of water she had filled earlier, and he took the opportunity to wash his hands, neck, and face.

              “You go into town like you said you would?”

              “Sure did.” He quickly gave his sister the highlights of the confrontation with Frank Durant and his goons. She blanched at the mention of the name.

              “I wish you had shot him dead, Jeb. It pains me that man is still walking around after what he did to Thomas.”

              “Can’t prove it, and I’d be just as dead. Sheriff would see to that, like Frank said. I guess some little good came of it,” he added, noting that Louisa had found work. As he finished his discourse, the siblings went back into the house where lunch was waiting.

              They sat at the table, where Ann had provided a generous meal. Their uncle was absent, having gone into town on his own on some business. While Frank cut into a small roast to make a sandwich, he saw that his sister wore a troubled look on her face. “What now, Ann?”

              “I’ve been thinking. I can’t get that girl off my mind. Y’all didn’t do so fair by her, if you ask me.”

              He shrugged. “You act like you had no part in it.”

              “I didn’t! I told you that I didn’t approve of you misleading her.”

              “But you did say Tom should marry, didn’t you?” He was finding the beef tough to cut and, frustrated, stopped and sat  back in his chair. “Aw, you’re right. When you’re right, you're right. I guess it’s my conscience bothering me.”

              She leaned forward. “Maybe, dear brother, you’d feel a bit better if you told her your role in all this? If you’re going to keep running into her, seems you might clear the air.”

              Jeb considered this proposal. “I can see how that would be best. Lying is a sin, and I guess my not telling the whole tale is a lie of sorts.”

              “A lie of omission?”

              “That’s the phrase.” He sighed. “I’ll need to drop in on Gertie again sooner than later.”

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              Jeb rode into town the next morning and was surprised when he tied up his horse outside of Daisy’s to see dozens of customers inside. He was able to find a table and soon found there was a respectable wait for help. Eventually, Gertie came around to his table.

              “What can I get for you, Jeb?”

              “You mind if I wait for Louisa? I wanted to have a few words with her, if it ain’t too much trouble.”

              The woman gave him a knowing smile. “I’ll see she comes around your way.”

              After a short wait, Louisa walked over. She wore a plain, dark-blue dress with a long smock covering most of it, and a bow in her hair. She gave him a half-smile. “Ann makes a powerfully good breakfast. Surprised to see you here, unless you plan to fatten up a little before getting to work?”

              Jeb grinned. “Tempting to try more of Gertie’s fare for a snack, but I was hoping I might be able to talk to you during a break.”

              She glanced around at the tables. “You might have a bit of a wait. We’re not usually this busy, I’m told.”

              “Word of mouth about the lovely new waitress, I’m sure.” He suggested.

              Louisa gave him a skeptical glance. “I’m fairly sure it was that you stood up to Frank. People don’t care very much for him, it seems.”

              “So I may visit you during your break?”

              “I suppose so. Try around noon.”

              Jeb spent the morning visiting with folks in the town, people he’d come to know very well in the past decade. Though the banter was familiar and he was interested in their stories, he felt distracted the entire time. It was strange, and he couldn’t place where the feeling was coming from, but there was an unpleasant feeling in his stomach, a tension that shouldn’t have been there.

              When Louisa was finally free, he escorted her along the plank sidewalk of town towards the outskirts. There, the prairie ran directly up against the final building, stretching for long distances out into the fenced off ranges of the cattle ranchers. They stepped off the planks and strolled along the roadside, finishing up the necessary polite talk that such company called for.