Romance: Western Mail Order Bride "Bethany's Love"-Clean Christian Historical Romance (Western Mail Order Bride Short Shorties Series) (132 page)

Chapter Three

“Excuse me miss?  You waiting for something, or just planning on making that very spot there your new home?”

Alice looked up, feeling very startled and very exposed.  The sun shone so brightly in her tired eyes that she felt like she might go blind from exposure to it and a large part of her wished very much that she could just step back onto the train that had spirited her off West and go back home again.  Alice had never been the sort of girl to make rash, spur of the moment decisions.  She felt confident that the most unpredictable thing she had ever done had been to accept Travis’s proposal, and the only thing that had made that a tad unorthodox was how quickly it had taken place.  So no, she had never done a truly unpredictable thing in the whole of her life and somehow she still found herself standing in the middle of a vast land that was, to her, entirely foreign.  It felt like she was moving through a dream and she might have actually allowed herself to believe that’s what it was if it weren’t for the little beads of sweat dripping down her back and the skin she could already feel beginning to burn under the face of the relentless sun.  There was no way around her.  She was most definitely not in New York City any longer.  She couldn’t even guess how many miles away from her home she had fled, but she knew that she was nowhere close.  It was sickeningly disorienting and now, on top of that, there was some man she did not know speaking to her and confusing her even further.

“I’m sorry?  I don’t think I understand.”

The man laughed and hopped down from the horse drawn wagon he occupied with an athletic ease.  She took an involuntary step back.  She had in no way meant to offend the man, but she was far from accustomed to being addressed so informally by men who were strangers to her.  It was already becoming clear to her that things were done differently in the West.  She looked at the man searchingly, still trying to bring align herself with her current reality, and noted that he was looking at her with an open and slightly mischievous grin.  His eyes were a bright and merry green, his skin sporting the ghost of burns gone by, and Alice felt her own face light up with a furious blush.  It was ridiculous for her to be reacting to him this way, she did not even know him, but the reaction was there all the same.  Oh why had she come here?  Her grandmother had told her when she was young that the first thing a person did after suffering a great disappointment was often times a mistake and Alice was almost paralyzed by the thought that this trip was that mistake for her.  She could still hear the disbelief in Talia’s voice when she had delivered her news.

“You’ve done what?!” she had cried out in a louder voice than she was ever likely to use again. “You’re going
where
?”

Alice had been sequestered in her bedroom for what felt like years but had actually been only two weeks.  Only two weeks since Travis had announced to the church and the world at large that he would not be marrying her after all.  In that week she had refused to see anybody except for the maids who stocked her fire and delivered her papers, the maids that would take care of any correspondence she might wish to send or receive.  At first she had been sure that she would not wish to do either of those things.  She had been so sick from heartbreak and lack of food or sleep that she had been sure that she would never want to communicate with another living soul again, but flipping listlessly through her paper one morning had shown that assumption to be wrong.

“Is this real?” she had whispered to herself, not even realizing that she was speaking out loud.  She had gone through the paper three times already and had only opened it again for lack of anything better to do.  It was on that third perusal that she had come upon something she hadn’t even known existed but felt like it might just be the lifeline she needed to pull herself out of her current mess.  There, amongst a whole host of advertisements she had never paid any mind to before, were adverts written by men who were looking for brides.  It seemed impossible to Alice that something like that really happened, but there was the proof looking her in the face.  There were several of them and she poured over them with a kind of macabre fascination.  All of her life she had believed that there was really only one way of approaching the idea of marriage and courtship.  Operating under this belief, she had gone about her own courtship according to those presupposed ideas.  She had done everything just the way she was supposed to and nothing had happened the way it was supposed to.  Instead of being off on her honeymoon she was locked in her childhood bedroom like some kind of a pariah.  Was that not proof in of itself that conventional methods did not always yield what they were promised to?  There was no doubt that using an advert in a paper to find a wife was anything but conventional but at the moment, that didn’t strike Alice as such a bad thing. 

That line of thought might have been where her consideration of the idea came to an end if one ad in particular hadn’t caught her eye.  It was nothing fancy, nothing spectacular she supposed.  There was no way she would have been able to explain her attachment to it to another living soul.  If she was being honest with herself however, and if she couldn’t do that at this point then she must admit herself entirely lost, it was the simplicity of his request.  He wanted a wife, that was true, but he also wrote of wanting a friend.  That seemed to be the most a woman could hope for, when it was all said and done.  For Alice, the idea of boiling passion had lost much of its luster.  She was far more interested in something safe, perhaps something where she could be left alone to nurse her wounds without also having to suffer the stigma of forever being the jilted girl who would in no time at all become an old maid.  Because when Travis had left her at the altar in such an appalling fashion he had not only tossed her aside himself.  He had also created such a stir that there was no bachelor in New York or its general vicinity who had not heard of her jilting.  She simply could not tolerate the idea of having to relive that with every potential suitor.  Not to mention the fact that every person she saw on the street looked at her with mingled voyeuristic interest and pity.  No, the idea of taking herself out west seemed to her to be the perfect solution and so she had written back and agreed to come.  She had done everything but buy the railway ticket before telling her friends, and by that time there was nothing either girl could say or do to change her mind (although that hadn’t stopped Talia from trying her very hardest).

“But you can’t!  You just
can’t
, Alice.  I won’t allow it.”

Alice just smiled and shook her head.  She had done everything she could think of to assuage sweet Talia’s fears and had not succeeded in any way.  She was set to leave the next morning and she had already spent hours of her day convincing her parents that she was not insane.  She simply did not have the energy to go through that process again with her friends.  She sighed deeply, opening her mouth to feebly defend herself, but much to her surprise Gretta began to speak before she could even say a word. 

“I think you should go.”

She spoke so quietly that Alice couldn’t be sure that she hadn’t conjured the words out of thin air from her desire to hear them.  But the look of indignation on Talia’s face told her that Gretta’s words had not been imaginary, nor had they been misunderstood.  Alice’s eyes welled up with tears of relief and gratitude and Gretta took her hand and squeezed it tightly, making it clear that she would not let it go.

“You heard me correctly, Talia, and I don’t want to hear all of your reasons for why it is a mistake.  More importantly, Alice doesn’t need to hear them.  I have no doubt that they have all been sufficiently presented to her by her parents.  Am I right?”

Alice nodded, not trusting herself to speak.  She couldn’t believe that this was happening but she was beyond grateful.  She felt like Gretta’s agreement was the permission she needed to go.    

“See?  There you have it.  She’s heard all of the reasons for why she should stay.  What she really needs, what she truly needs from us, is our support.  It’s something I should have done more of in the past and something I intend to excel with in the future.  So you go, Alice.  If that’s what you want and what you feel will heal you, go.  The people who love you will go on doing so whether you are in New York or out in the West.”

And so that’s what she had done.  She had said farewell to her parents (with the understanding that she could return home at any time with no questions asked and no further admonishments) and purchased her ticket and now she was in the west with nothing more than a couple of suitcases.  She was looking for a man named Bradan Shaw, a ranch owner and the man who was to be her husband.  She had felt alright about what she was doing, too, until she was standing in confusion with no idea of what this Bradan Shaw looked like and entirely unsure of what to make of the first person in the west to speak to her.  She had a feeling that he could see how completely out of place she was and she got the distinct impression that he found it to be funny.  That thought was immensely frustrating to her and part of her wanted to take out all of her weeks’ worth of frustration on him, but she was not quite capable of being so rude to a stranger.  So instead she smiled politely, trying very hard to ignore the beads of sweat rolling merrily down her back, waiting for him to explain himself so that she could go on about her way.  He laughed again, more heartily than he had before, and his whole body shook with the effort.  His green eyes twinkled at her as he pushed the slightly too long auburn hair out of his face.

“All I meant was that you seem to be fairly rooted to the spot where you’re standing.  You’re looking a little bit lost.  Is there something I could help you with?  Something you’re looking for?”

“Actually, yes, there is.  I’m supposed to find the ranch of Bradan Shaw, and, as it turns out, I haven’t the faintest idea how to go about doing that.”

“Oh ho ho!” the man crowed, his voice loud and quite startling to Alice, “It looks like you’re in luck then, if that’s where you’re aiming to go.”

“I am?  Why is that?”

“Because, I happen to
be
Bradan Shaw.  And I would be more than happy to show you to my ranch.”

Chapter Four

Life on the Shaw property was unlike anything Alice had ever known.  She had lived what she considered to be a relatively full life up to that point, and still none of her past experience had prepared her for this next chapter of her life she had chosen to embark on.  She quickly discovered that, just as with the marriage to Travis that never quite happened, she had failed to consider what life might be like after she made her move.  She had never even been to a ranch, let alone thought of what it might be like to live on one.  On top of that, she hadn’t really thought through what it would be like to be living with a man she was set to marry whom she had never even met. 

Alice hadn’t ever been on a ranch before, let alone spent a significant amount of time on one.  Somehow she had convinced herself in those feverish nights before her departure that nothing about it would really be all that different, but she quickly realized that was not quite so.  Life was different in every possible way, including the fact that there were many new faces to learn and people to get to know.  And one of those people, one of those strangers, was to be her husband.  What an awful time to find herself shy for the very first time in her life!  Being social had always come second nature to Alice and although that had come to a grinding halt when she had found herself so unceremoniously jilted, she had assumed that things would return back to normal once she recovered a bit.  That had not proved to be the case and unfortunately she seemed the least able to overcome her personal baggage with Bradan. 

Bradan Shaw, the man she was to marry, seemed to be a man she was almost completely incapable of interacting with without her face heating up with a radiant blush and a feeling of complete and utter foolishness.  It was the way she had felt when he had first spoken to her.  It was the way she had felt when he had taken her hand and helped her up into his wagon before chucking her bags into the back with little regard to whether or not they contained any valuables.  Her first instinct was to cry out in indignation but fortunately she was able to stop herself.  She was not in her usual habitat and she did not know this man.  She didn’t know anything of what she found around her and, if anything, she should just be grateful for the fact that Bradan seemed so far to be a friendly sort of a man. 

It was at that moment that she began to pray.  She prayed for the entire length of the trip to Bradan’s farm, hardly hearing a word he spoke to her.  She prayed that she would be humble, that she would be kind and forgiving.  She prayed that she would be what she should be and not what the world and its folly tempted her to be.  She prayed many things without ceasing and hardly spoke a word.  By the time Bradan had taken her hand and helped her back down out of his wagon, she wasn’t sure that she had actually spoken to him at all, not once on the entire ride.  Even after having lived on the ranch for almost five weeks, Alice was sure that she could have counted the number of times she had spoken to Bradan on one hand.  Even thinking about it made her feel sick to her stomach.  She couldn’t understand why she was being so disagreeable, why she was being so unresponsive to all of his attempts to get to know her.  It was like she was willing him to do away with her just the same way that Travis had.  Travis, who she had learned was completely penniless and had thrown her over for a girl with more money that even Alice herself had access to and a family with less breeding and therefore less concern over his own.  It wasn’t that she thought Bradan was a villain as well, not necessarily, but her faith in the rougher sex had been badly shaken and she did not believe that he was
not
a villain either.  It was a questions she wrestled with daily, one that haunted her and kept her up at nights.  She was aware that she was becoming a mere shadow of the girl she had once been, but she hadn’t the slightest idea how to undo the damage.

“You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on you, child!  Come along with me now, you hear?  Come along with Mrs. Patterson and she’ll help put your mind at right again.”

The sound of the motherly and always comforting Mrs. Patterson drew Alice out of her steadily darkening thoughts and she smiled up at her.  For what must have been the hundredth time she thought to herself how grateful she was for this woman’s presence in her life.  She hadn’t learned all that much about her, even in five weeks, but she was sure that if it weren’t for her things would have been much harder on the ranch. 

“Do you hear me, dearie?  It’s time to get up and outdoors!  Can’t just it in your room and mope the whole day long.  No sense or health found in a plan like that.”

Alice opened her mouth to protest but then thought better of it.  Mrs. Patterson was right.  Moping was exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to help her secure her future here.  So she stood and smiled wider before following the kindly woman outdoors.  She winced in the strong sunlight she was not yet used to and was even more grateful than she had already been when Mrs. Patterson handed her a wide brimmed straw hat to shade her eyes and her delicate skin.

“You’ve a fair complexion, much like me daughters back in the homeland.  You’ve got to watch skin like that or else it’ll burn straight to a crisp.”

“Daughters?” Alice asked in surprise, hoping very much that her interruption wouldn’t stop the woman from talking about her far away Ireland home, “I didn’t know you had daughters.”

“That’s right.  You remind me of them, that you most certainly do.  I suppose it’s part of why I’ve got a soft spot for you.  Part of why I’ve been thinking of ways to bring you back to the land of the living.”

“I--I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“But you do, child.  You know it and I know it too.  The thing that brought you here, it wasn’t just a quest for adventure.  There’s a sadness and it’s a sadness I’ve seen.  It’s a sadness I know.  I’ve felt that way, run from my own demons.  The best way I ever learned to rid myself of them was to make myself feel useful again.  Does that sound like something you might like to try?”

Alice nodded.  She had no words and she wouldn’t have been able to speak even if she had.  She had never in her life felt such a singular understanding coming from any person.  It felt like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders and at that moment she knew that she would do anything this woman advised her to.  Which, as it turned out, happened to be gardening on this particular sunny day.  She had never gardened in her entire life but somehow it seemed to be just the thing she needed. 

There was something about being out in the sun and feeling her own sweat, something about using her own body to do something good that helped her to feel more right than she had in a long time.  As she worked, she listened as well.  She listened to Mrs. Patterson talk to her about Bradan and how he had come to the west to begin with.  He had come as a boy with parents that were from Ireland as well and he had loved the land immediately.  He had loved the land so well that when his parents had both passed away when he was only seventeen, he had taken it upon himself to keep the place running.  She listened for a long time to the sound of Mrs. Patterson’s voice and when she finally went inside again when the light began to turn to dusk she felt a peacefulness beginning to settle inside of her.  Those fears she had been carrying with her since before she had even arrived didn’t feel quite so real now. 

She was starting to see that she could really have a life in this place and as she washed the dirt off of her blistering hands she thought to herself that it might be a really good life, too.

“Well look at you all covered in the earth.  I don’t believe I’ve seen you this way before.”

“Oh!  Oh dear, I’m sorry, I’ve taken over your kitchen without any thought to the mess I’d be making.”

“No!” Bradan laughed, leaning casually in the kitchen’s door frame with a warm smile in his eyes, “Please, no, don’t feel sorry.  I’m glad to see you looking like this might be your home.  I’d begun to wonder if it might not happen at all.”

“I’m sorry about that as well.  Perhaps, well, perhaps I owe you an explanation about that.”

She wanted to tell him at least some of what had happened to bring her here, despite the fact that the very notion of doing so was terrifying to her.  She thought she might just do it, too, but before she had time to she saw that Bradan was walking towards her with that smile still lighting up his eyes.  She felt her heart stop beating in her chest and, for a moment, she wondered if she might be coming down with some kind of illness.  It took her a few seconds to realize that it was not illness.  It was her body’s response to this man.  In all of these weeks she had been so consumed with herself and her thoughts that she hadn’t stopped to really take notice of who and what Bradan was. 

After listening to Mrs. Patterson all afternoon, however, she felt as if her eyes were open for the first time.  He was a strangely beautiful man, his lanky body and Irish coloring, but it was more than that.  There was a kindness to him.  She felt that.  She supposed it had been there all along, that goodness, she just hadn’t been able to see it.  She had come dangerously close to letting her past rob her of her future and she knew that was not a mistake she was willing to make.  As he came closer and closer to her she found herself wondering for the first time since her arrival when their actual wedding would take place.  After being left at the altar it seemed that part of her had lost interest in being wed without even realizing it.  But now that she had begun to reanimate she knew that she wanted this life.  Yes, she was afraid, but she wanted this life with Mr. Bradan Shaw and when he reached his thumb out to brush a wayward bit of dirt off of her face she inhaled quickly, forcing herself to look him in the eyes.

“No, miss, you don’t owe me anything of the sort.  I’m glad to see your spirits lifting, though.  I am mighty glad to see that.”

“They are lifting,” she said quickly, wanting him to see the potential for happiness that she was suddenly seeing, “believe me, they are.”

“Good.  That’s good.  I did come in here for a reason though.  Not just to interrupt you.  I needed to tell you that I’ve got to go away for a little while.  Just a quick trip, only a few weeks.  I was wondering if maybe when I return, maybe you might want to start talking about a wedding.  If you’re agreeable to the notion.”

“I am.  Yes, I believe that I truly am.”