The Demure Bride (12 page)

"What was Papa talking about, Helene?" Amanda asked quietly.

Helene looked her in the eye and admitted what she considered the horrible truth, wondering if Amanda would ask her to leave when she finished.

Amanda's green eyes filled with anger when she heard of Ted's threats, but when Helene started blaming herself for the beating he gave her, Mandy shook her head 'no' and hastened to go to her friend and hug her tightly. "It is not your fault, just like Papa said. It isn't Papa's fault, either. No one was responsible but Ted Fox, and he is dead now." She hesitated for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you alright, Helene? I know you loved him...?"

"I thought I did until I saw what he was really like. Any feelings I had for him were for that pretend side of him... the side he allowed me to see, not the man he really was. You are right, Mandy. He was very sick in his head." She looked at the redhead and then said with a big smile, "I am so happy we are still friends!"

"So am I," Amanda replied with a giggle, and then helped Helene finish unpacking, thankful the Doctor told Matt that she could move around unless it caused her pain.

The days passed quickly, and Rob came over every day to see how Amanda was faring, and the first day she was able to actually sit on a pillow to eat dinner, he felt like jumping for joy. She insisted she was a lot better and promised to be riding before much longer.

Helene spent most of her time with Mandy, and she was amazed at how busy the redhead was. She was impressed that Amanda did not go around complaining and feeling sorry for herself. But, the best part of all was when Mandy would insist on going down to the stable to care for Glimmer. It meant that Helene got to spend a few minutes with Whitey.

Whitey looked forward to those few minutes each day, too. He made sure his shirt was clean, he shaved, and he combed his hair before setting his hat on his head. The rest of the world disappeared for Miss Amanda when she was with Glimmer, and it gave him and Helene time to get to know each other. He knew he could never have a woman like Helene, but he could dream about it, and when she was beside him, hanging on his every word, he felt as if he could conquer the entire world.

"You've never told me where you come from, Whitey!" she said with a little laugh.

"I don't rightly know, Miss Helene," he admitted truthfully. "Mr. Chambers found me one day. I was hurt real bad, and couldn't even recall my name. He called me Whitey 'cause of my hair, and give me a job tendin' the horses. No one come lookin' for me, so I figure I was on my own in the world."

"How awful! You should have sent out some wires of inquiry!"

"Mr. Chambers offered to do that, but I was scared to find out the truth. What if I killed somebody or robbed a bank and was on the run?" he quietly admitted.

"What if you have a Mama and Papa who wonder where you are? Brothers or sisters who miss you?" she countered.

"No one come lookin'," he repeated. "Let's talk about somethin' else, Miss Helene. Do you ride?" he asked.

"You mean ride a horse?" She sounded shocked. "No!"

"You don't know how to ride?" Amanda heard her comment and turned around to ask incredulously.

"No, I don't know how to ride. Horses are so big!"

"They're gentle," Whitey told her. "I'll teach you how."

"Nooooo!"

"Yes," Amanda insisted. "All this time I've been planning for the day I could sit my saddle and we'd go riding together, Helene! It never once occurred to me that you couldn't ride! Whitey, I'll get this girl some riding clothes to wear, and you teach her for me, please...?" She wasn't giving him an order or bossing him, but asking in a way she knew he couldn't and wouldn't refuse her request.

"I'd be happy to, Miss Amanda. You come on out here after we eat dinner today, and I'll put you on a gentle mare and you'll be enjoying yourself in no time at all, Miss Helene." He was excited at the prospect of more time with the pretty brunette, and he wanted to whirl Miss Mandy around and around for the opportunity.

"Now, wait a minute!" Helene protested. "I don't know if I want to learn to ride!" She saw the shocked looks on their faces and relented. The chance of more time alone with Whitey was worth doing her best to conquer her fear.

Amanda was very proud of herself for finding a clever way to throw Whitey and Helene together, and wanted to kick her Papa under the table when he said he'd be happy to help Helene.

"Papa, I am sure you are much too busy to give riding lessons. It is already arranged, and Whitey is happy to spend the time with Helene, teaching her." Her green eyes glittered as she tried to warn her parent to shut up.

Helene was quick to add her own voice. "Really, Mr. Chambers, I think Whitey understands me and how afraid I am of horses, and I think I would be more comfortable with someone my own age teaching me. I won't feel so inept if I act like a big baby in front of Whitey."

Matt wasn't stupid, and he hid a smile with his coffee cup. "I was just trying to be polite, Helene. If you are comfortable with Whitey, then I am sure he will teach you just fine. He's a good man."

"He is," Helene promptly added. "Mr. Chambers, why didn't you go ahead and send out those wires about him? Don't you think he deserves to know who he is?"

"It ain't my place to decide that for him, Helene. Any time he wants me to help him with this, I'll be glad to," he added. "Losing your memory is a hard thing to face. Think about how you'd feel if you woke up in a strange bed somewhere and didn't know how you got there, who shot you and why, and most of all, you didn't know your own name! He was pretty much in shock for a while. Doc patched him up physically, but he couldn't fix his brain."

"Whitey was shot?" Helene was horrified.

"Three times. Someone wanted him dead."

"How terrible!" Helene whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Oh, I just want to find who it is and put him in jail!" she declared.

"It might have been that he was simply robbed, or it could have been someone wanted him dead. He might have attempted a crime of some sort and got shot up in the process. Whatever happened before he come here doesn't matter none to me; Whitey is a good man and I'm proud to have him working here for me," Matt said.

"Oh, he wasn't committing a crime, Mr. Chambers," Helene defended the man. "He's a good person inside, and that wouldn't change."

"I reckon you are right, young lady," Matt's green eyes crinkled with good humor. "Now you best eat up so you don't keep Whitey waiting."

"Oh, I've got so many butterflies in my tummy I'm not sure I can do this!" she wailed dramatically, and both Matt and Amanda laughed heartily.

"We need to pick out something for you to wear, too, and you'll want to take your hair down and simply braid it. Otherwise you'll have such tangled hair you'll have trouble getting a brush through it."

Matt chuckled when Helene excused herself and went flying up the stairs. Amanda got to her feet, too, having finished her meal, and she surprised Matt by giving him a kiss on the cheek. "What was that for?" he asked gruffly.

"Because you are so smart," she said with a wink and then hurried after Helene.

"Looks like I'm goin' to have to pick up a dish towel this meal, Goldie," he said as forlornly as possible when she started clearing the table. "The girls abandoned me."

"Won't kill you none," was the housekeeper's tart reply and she hid a smile when he chuckled.

* * *

"You have to get on the horse before you can ride, Miss Helene," Whitey said patiently several minutes after she met him in front of the corral. He'd saddled a mare called Molasses for her. She was as slow as her name implied.

"I don't think I can, Whitey," Helene protested.

"Sure you can," he insisted. When she stubbornly shook her head 'no' for at least the hundredth time since coming outside, he decided it was time for action. He put his right arm around her waist and before she could guess what he was about, she was seated on the saddle, looking down at him in horror.

"Nooooo!" she whispered frantically. "Get me down!"

"Calm down, honey. You're just fine," Whitey talked to her as if she were a frisky colt. "I won't let you fall. Put your feet in the stirrups and that will make you feel safer, and hold on to the saddle horn. She grabbed as if for dear life and her knuckles turned white. "Relax now. See, Molasses isn't even moving. She knows you are afraid, and she is being still to give you time to know she won't hurt you none."

"She's a horse! She can't think!"

"Now, you are wrong about that, little lady. Molasses is very smart. I talked to her when I was putting a saddle on her and I told her she would need to be gentle, and she nodded and agreed."

"Really?" Helene asked.

"Really. Are you feeling some better yet?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm not as terrified as I was," she acknowledged.

"Good, we'll walk a bit now. Your job is just to sit there in the saddle and relax. I'll hold Molasses' reins and we'll go slow."

After a couple minutes Helene felt herself enjoying the ride. "This is actually fun, Whitey," she admitted. "Can I try it by myself?"

"Sure. Just keep going slow, and if you want to stop, pull back gently on the reins. She'll know to stop without you causing her pain."

"Pulling back too hard would hurt her?"

"Yes, Miss Helene, it would. Molasses is a good mare and she wouldn't deserve that."

"I won't hurt her, Whitey, I promise."

"Good. I'd have to smack your bottom for you if you did," he said lightly.

"Oh! You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"Well, I reckon I would if I thought you earned it."

Helene was shocked. Amanda had confided in her that Rob spanked her a few times, and she'd found herself wondering if Whitey would do that to her if she crossed a line. Suddenly, she wanted to know for sure, and without giving it a thought, she gave the mare a little nudge with her boot and Molasses took off running, straight out of the corral! Helene held on for dear life, but she allowed Molasses to keep right on going.

Whitey was shocked when he saw Helene use her boot to make Molasses run! She was too inexperienced to be riding that fast, and he could only pray she wouldn't fall off the saddle before he caught up to her. It only took seconds for him to run from the corral and mount his stallion and start to give chase, but she already had a pretty good head start. Of course, since it was Molasses, it didn't take long for Hero to catch up. Whitey reached out and lifted Helene from the saddle, then brought Hero to a stop before dropping the young woman to the ground and then dismounting. He gave Hero a smart slap on the bottom before rounding his horse to stand in front of Helene.

"What were you trying to prove with that stunt, little girl?"

"Nothing," she whispered. "Molasses simply took off running and I couldn't get her to stop," she lied.

Whitey was angry, something that rarely happened. "First off, little girl, you kicked Molasses and made her run. Second, you knew how to stop her, but you didn't. Third, I am not stupid and I don't appreciate being lied to."

"Lied to?" Helene tried to sound indignant, but failed miserably. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she'd gone too far. His next words confirmed that.

"Yes, lied to. We were talking about spanking, and you got this funny look on your face and decided to test me to see if I would really dare to put my hand to your backside, and, little girl, this is where you learn the truth of the matter."

Helene gave a little scream when he reached for her. She suddenly did not want to know if he would really spank her. She knew the answer for a fact, and she didn't need the demonstration. "Please don't, Whitey! I admit everything, okay! Please don't spank me! I'm sorry and I promise I won't do it again!"

"I reckon you won't, little girl." He looked around until he found a likely spot to sit down and take her across his knee, and finally spotted a tree stump that would serve the purpose quite well. He pulled her along while she continued to plead with him not to do what he was damn well going to do. "You can stop all the begging, Helene. When you issue a dare, you have to accept the consequences. If you haven't learned that by now, then it's time you did." He sat, and even though she struggled, he pulled her down over his lap and when she landed, he heard her grunt of pain and her gasp. The fact that she was already crying didn't bother him. He figured that it was a girl thing, and she wanted him to feel sorry for her, but he didn't.

Helene felt as though she'd taken another blow to her ribs when she landed wrong over Whitey's knee. The pain was excruciating, but she bit her tongue, determined to hide the fact she was injured. Whitey didn't know... No one knew, and she wanted it that way. She bit her lip and waited for the first spank to land on her backside. Whitey didn't keep her waiting long. His hand smacked hard on the seat of Mandy's riding skirt, but she felt it and let out a gasp of surprise. It hurt more than she thought it would!

Whitey was determined to give the little brunette a spanking she would remember, and his hand fell repeatedly on her rounded backside. He doubted she could feel much through the riding skirt and what was underneath, but he couldn't bare her. That just wouldn't be right, and Mr. Chambers would be after him with a shotgun if he did. Since he was in no position to marry anyone, he would have to give her a lesson over her skirt. "You are not experienced enough to risk riding like that, little girl," he scolding as he continued to spank her. "You could have fallen from the saddle and broke your fool neck!" More spanks, even harder. "What if I wouldn't of had Hero saddled and at the ready?" Harder spanks, down lower, where they really hurt!

"I'm sorry!" Helene apologized, crying.

"Not sorry enough," he told her, continuing to set her backside on fire. "Testing a man isn't smart, little girl. You'll get more than you bargain for."

"I know, and I am sorry! I won't do it again!"

"And lying about it afterwards. I ought to take off my belt and give you a good strapping for that."

"Please don't! I'm hurting now!"