Authors: Alyssa Bailey
Taming Texanna
Taming Texanna
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Alyssa Bailey
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Taming Texanna
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Mandy Joseph walked up to her best friend, Texanna Grant’s home carefully. Texanna was a wonderful friend but she was unhappy. She had been for some time; probably years but Mandy, being a few years younger, didn’t really notice the sadness until last winter. Mandy noticed many things then. She noticed her friend’s mother chose to leave her, that her brother had been her only ally growing up, and that Mr. Grant didn’t love kindly as other pa’s.
As she approached the front door, she took a deep fortifying breath and released it as she knocked. She waited for a response. Nothing. Just as she was about to knock again, she heard a screech coming from the back of the house which was set out a little from the community. Mandy looked around and as she raised her hand preparing to rap again, the screech was repeated. It was Texanna and a sick dread came over Mandy.
Running to the back of the house and making a beeline for the room that she knew was her friend’s, she carefully approached the window, staying down low so as not to be seen by the room’s inhabitants. The window was closed but the wails that emanated from that room were profound enough to breach the barrier to Mandy’s ears.
Thwack. Thwack
.
Thwack.
Came the dreadful noise and the distraught sobs accompanied each resonating connection of leather to skin. She had to peek in. Her need to know the exact circumstances overran her need to remain hidden. Mandy slowly peeked in at the scene now before her. Texanna was lying prostrate over her bed and her pa was wailing on her something fierce with a strop. After a few more stripes, it looked like he was done. He was saying something. Mandy listened hard.
“The next time I tell you I have a suitor for you, you don’t come in with messed up hair and trousers on. You come dressed like a lady.”
There was some kind of muffled sobbing response Mandy couldn’t decipher but it seemed to satisfy Mr. Grant.
“Now pull yourself together and get my dinner. I don’t hold with laziness. I guess we’ve seen the back of that young man but I’ll find another. You need married and out of my house. You have been here too long and it is long past the time you got married.”
During his ranting, Texanna had scrambled upright, pulling her drawers and trousers back into place. She was now trying to stop her crying and wipe her face with her sleeve.
“And get rid of those clothes. Don’t wear them again. I’ll never marry you off with those things on.”
The man walked out and Texanna walked out behind him, presumably to start the dinner. Mandy ran home only to return later that evening under the cover of darkness. She knew she was risking her own whipping for being out after dark, alone, but she didn’t have a choice, she had to make sure her friend was all right. It was worth the risk.
She watched Mr. Grant as he began to walk the quarter mile from his home to town. He worked at the town sawmill and needed to be close but he wasn’t as close to town as the Joseph family. Mandy’s father had died a year ago in a work accident at the same lumber mill that Mr. Grant worked. It was too bad, really, that it wasn’t Mr. Grant who died. Mandy knew that it was a sin to think about things like that but she couldn’t help it. Her daddy had been perfect and would have taken Texanna in, but Mr. Grant was hateful and selfish.
She quickly made her way to the window of her friend’s room and found Texanna lying on her tummy on her bed, looking like she was sleeping. Mandy tapped on the window boldly knowing that Mr. Grant was not home. Texanna leaped up and motioned for Mandy to be quiet, frantically looking toward the door.
“He’s gone. I saw him walk toward town.”
Texanna’s shoulders sagged in the sudden release of stiffness and she stifled a sniffle. Her eyes were mournful and Mandy was relieved when the window opened.
Mandy perked her voice and demeanor to lighten the tension. “Hey, you look like you lost your best friend but since that is me and I am here, it can’t be that.”
Texanna gave her a watery, mournful smile. “Thanks.”
Mandy was anxious to get her piece in before it got too late in case her friend took her up on her offer. “Hey, I heard the end of what happened today. Do you want to stay with us? Ma says all the time you’d be welcome. I think it is about time we did something to get you away from your pa.”
Texanna shrugged her shoulders in defeat. “I guess you are right but I don’t want to make trouble for your family and it would. I should just get a husband or leave and go somewhere.”
“Well, don’t you worry about trouble, my cousin is the marshal. He likes you. He always asks about you when he comes by the house. He’d protect you, I’m sure of it.”
“Well, let me think about it. I have things I still need to get done and I’m tired. You go home before you are missed and Brock takes after you with his strap.”
“I will but don’t worry about me catching it with Brock. When I tell him what happened today, he won't strap me. He’s turned into a decent brother.”
“I wish Ben was here for me. Brothers are good to have. I miss Ben. He used to protect me and keep things smooth when he was home. He took the heat for things and saved me from pa’s wrath all the time. Pa got along with Ben. My ma was right when she said Ben would make sure I was okay. I guess he did it so well, she didn’t have to stay.”
“He shouldn’t have left you to your pa.”
“Ben didn’t know it would get so bad after he left. I don’t believe he could have left if he did.”
“He should have taken you with him.”
“Nah, he didn’t know if it would be safe or not. He wouldn’t have risked it. He said he would return on my eighteenth birthday but that has come long ago.” Pushing away her wishes, like so many of her hopes and dreams, into the dissipating chimney smoke Texanna said, “Go home. I love you for caring. I’ll get this figured out soon. I promise.”
“Well, I guess I had better get back home. Now don’t forget we have to help with the baking for the pie social at church. Ma is looking for you at about nine, the day after tomorrow. Afterward, I have something really interesting to show you, so don’t forget.”
“I won’t.”
***
Marshal Colton McFadden sat looking out the window next to the shared desk he occupied in the part-time Sheriff’s office. Platts was a good sheriff, he just didn’t want to do it all the time. That suited Colton because he liked working for the county judge and covering part-time for the sheriff. He was keeping an eye on the kids and adults alike out and about today. The town was filling up quickly with cattlemen and their straphangers, more every day. He had a few people he was keeping a particular eye on but since Judge Jackson had been gone for two weeks, Colton found that there was little to keep his attention without the judge to send him on tracking forays. It was a good day to track someone down. Hell, any day was a good tracking day.
He had what folks called good intuition but his mother and grandmother, who also seemed to have possessed the same ability, called it good medicine and wise vision. Whatever it was, it had seen him through a few tight spots in his time. That intuition had been bothering him for a couple of days now. Something big was going to happen but he didn’t know what. Sometimes, he could tell what people were thinking. Not like they were talking to him, but he just
knew
that is what they were thinking. That usually happened if it were pertaining to himself, important to him.
He was sharing space with the sheriff while waiting for his own office to be available in the new courthouse under construction next door. It had been a few years since the new cattle drive route sprouted up just after the Civil War. They assembled in Fort Worth, traveling through Oklahoma territory to Wichita Kansas, earning the town the affectionate nickname of Cowtown. Those cattlemen in West Texas were still using the Chisholm Trail and going up toward New Mexico and Colorado. The new route going to the railways in Wichita made the Chisholm Trail no longer the prime cattle drive route.