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GENERAL TOPICS => Saddlebag Tales => Topic started by: Scarlet Angel on October 24, 2005, 03:57:32 PM
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Sept 1, 1874
“Put something on!” Rose yelled after Rebecca who bounced out the door.
Rose could only smile as she shook her head back and forth. “You suppose Tensleep will put a stop to that once they are married?” She said looking at Ella who was starting to sew the hem on Rebecca’s wedding dress.
Ella raised her eyebrows in question. “Try, possibly, succeed, I doubt.”
Rebecca picked up her saddlebags grinning as she went out the front door.
The ranch hands she passed stopped what they were doing to admire the green eyed brunet dressed in frillies and boots, who was making her way to the corral.
Becca slid quietly up behind her soon to be husband, who was watching his two deputies work the young horses, and put her arms around him. “I think Rose is enjoying seeing if she can keep us apart until our wedding night. Ten more days gonna drive me crazy.” She whispered so he could feel her warm breath on his neck.
Rose was the closest to a mother Rebecca Valentine had since her own mother had died many years ago. Rebecca considered Scarlet her sister and since Rose was Scarlet’s mother it had come naturally. Seemed to Rebecca there were a lot of folks on the Southern Starr that considered one another family, closer than friends yet not related by blood. The small group of people that had come with Scarlet to visit for New Years and had stayed on to work with Marshal JB Ross had become part of her family.
Rebecca kissed Tensleep on the neck then stepped next to him and leaned against the fence watching Scarlet and Fritz work the two horses.
Scarlet’s back was to her and Fritz had only glanced to see who it was that came to the fence. He was busy watching and listening to what Scarlet was telling him, resulting in the two horses nearly making mirror movements of one another.
When they weren’t working for the Marshal, Scarlet had been working with Fritz showing him how to train the horses from start to finish. She was impressed how fast he learned and happy that he seemed to enjoy it. They were nearly done with the group of horses Mr. Whirly had paid extra to be finished by the time he picked them up.
Unbeknown to Fritz, Scarlet had bought Bo’s half interest in the horse Fritz was now working with and planned to give him to Fritz on their wedding day. She figured while Strider was his main mount he should have a second mount he could call his own.
She had known they would be a good match when the herd was brought in and the horse seemed to take to Fritz right away. The horse held a special place in her heart since he was one of her stallion’s first foals and she’d been trying to figure out she wanted to do with him. The dam had belonged to Bo, making them partners in the colt. Mr. Whirly had offered them top dollar for him every year since his birth and Scarlet had just told him she would consider the offer. Bo had just laughed and told her she couldn’t keep them all.
Scarlet knew she’d made the right decision when she’d heard Fritz asked Bo about the horse. Bo had simply told Fritz he was sorry but the horse had been sold. When she was asked Scarlet had promised Fritz the horse was going to a good home to someone who would care for him and all the time and training Fritz was doing would be appreciated.
She smiled now as she watched Fritz work with the horse.
“Hey Scarlet.” Rebecca called. “ya should put some trail time on that one yer riddin’.”
“Think so?” Scarlet chuckled.
“Yep. I think that horse needs trail time and I need to escape before Rose an’ Ella think I need to put the dress on again. Sides it’s been months since we blew off some steam.”
“Months?” Scarlet laughed thinking about the parties held at the Ace of Hearts Saloon.
“How many bottles you got in them saddlebags?” Scarlet said as she turned her horse to face Rebecca.
“Enough, got something to eat too.” Becca grinned.
Scarlet turned in her saddle and looked at Fritz. By the look her face he could tell she felt guilty about running off when there was work to be done.
“Go and have a good time.” He said with a smile causing her to smile back at him.
Scarlet moved her horse against the fence where her gun belt hung, picked it up and buckled it on, then turned him towards the gate.
The speed in which Fritz moved his horse to cut her off surprised her but her smile told him she was impressed.
“Very nice move Sugar, but what are you doing?” She asked.
“You can go but you must pay to pass milady.” His eyes danced mischievously.
She moved her horse next to his, placing her hand gently on his chest Scarlet smirked.
“Pay to pass huh?” She said tracing her fingers down his chest then lightly placing her hand on his saddle horn, she leaned over and kissed him sweetly. “We’ll be back before dark.” She whispered with a smile that told him she loved him.
Rebecca had returned with her own horse. She kissed Tensleep and grinned at him then mounted her own horse. “Come on Scarlet.”
“Let me get my gear.”
“Gheez we’re going for a ride and a swim, and talk about men.” She winked at Tensleep. “what ya going to need that cannon for?”
“I feel sorry for ya Fritz. Trying to find a place next to her when ya lay down at night must be near impossible between the guns, knife and horse.” Rebecca laughed kicking her horse into a lope.
“Hey.” Scarlet yelled after her friend then followed never minding the rifle that was in the house.
Mr. Dawg, the large black dog that had stayed on with his mistress, Trixie, so they could attend the double wedding of her friends, let out a low bark then chased after the two horses headed away from the house.
“Keep ‘em outta trouble.” Patches called after Mr. Dawg as he passed the telegraph office the dust kicking up behind him.
Bo watched the trio moving off then shook his head. “I’m not sure which one of you is going to have his hands fuller.” He chuckled as he led his horse past Tensleep and Fritz.
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Rose stood and looked out the window at the sound of the hoof beats. She turned back to Ella with a smile. “I never thought I’d see the day when Break Heart Becca would settle down with just one man. And I never thought I’d see the day when Scarlet would find one she cared enough for to share her life with again.”
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Originally posted by Ozark Iron John
Woooo! Woooooo! Off in the distance the whistle of a west bound train. The Iron Mountain Express out of Sprinfield, Missouri has a head of steam and is headed for Texas. In a private Pullman Car sets a serious young man from Missouri. He's a Special Agent for the Missouri Pacific Railway Express Company and he's on a mission to apprehend an outlaw. A train robber and a murderer running loose in the badlands.
Woooo! Woooooo! John looks around him at the well apportioned car. It is an office on wheels with all of the accoutrements of home. Fine mahogany walls, thick wool rugs and soft leather bound chairs. It's been a comfortable ride. A good way to see new country.
"Are we in Texas yet, Mr. Bell?" he asked the man setting across from him.
"Naw, John. We won't be there till morning. You should get some sleep."
"I cain't sleep sir. I think I'll step back to the stockcar and take a look at my horses, if you don't mind?"
"Knock yourself out, just don't fall off the train."
John gets up, moves to the back of the car and opens the door.
"Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack."
The cool night air is refreshing. Stars twinkle like diamonds in the sky. He makes his way into the stockcar where the horses are stabled. Buck is an 8 year old buckskin quarter-horse gelding. Red is a 12 year old sorrel quarter-horse gelding. They've carried him on many a long hunt, but this is their first train ride. They're a little spooky. John poured grain into a feedbag and put it on Buck's head. Then he did the same for Red. He pats them down and whispers, "What would Old Pap think of us now boyz? What would Old Pap think of us now?"
Woooo! Woooooo! "Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack."
After spending some time with his horses, John rolled himself a smoke. He sat down on a bale of straw next to the stall and gazed out the door at the passing countryside. It’s hard to believe he’s so far away from home.
“Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack.”
The sound of the train rolling along the tracks is mesmerizing. The moonlight illuminates the hills and provides for interesting landscape scenes. John sits still, smokes and watches the world pass bye.
After a little while, he looks at his watch. It is 4:35 am, Sept 1, 1874. "I'd better get back to Mr. Bell boys," he says to the horses and stands up to leave.
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Originally posted by Fritz
Rose wiped her hands on her apron as she stepped onto the porch. It was good to have all these people, HER FAMILY, back at the Starr. She smiled as Scarlet and ‘Becca rode out. Rose was amazed at how close they’d become; like sisters.
Fritz walked by with the new horse. He tipped his hat and smiled. He was wearing the new tan slouch hat, and some of the clothes Scarlet bought for him. Rose shook her head.
She wondered if her daughter knew of the pain he felt. He’d probably ache on that side of his body for months, maybe years to come. But the pain of losing his rank would stay with him much longer.
Rose knew her soon to be son in law well. He was proud of his service, and had reason to be. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t worn his uniform since that day at the fort. Tensleep had given him the reward money for Rowen’s brother, but as far as she knew, Fritz hadn’t spent it.
Rose stepped off the porch and followed. She stayed back a discreet distance, and watched him work. He cared for the horse well, which came as no surprise...he was a horse soldier, after all.
“So,” Rose said, “have you considered what to get Scarlet for a wedding gift?”
"What?" Fritz had been so intent on caring for the new mount that he hadn't heard her approach. Not good.
Rose giggled and came closer. "Scarlet's wedding gift...?"
Actually, he HAD put a lot of thought into what to get his bride. What did you get a girl who had everything? She had more guns and knives than she'd ever need. And horses? Scarlet knew horseflesh better than any man he'd known.
Fritz put down the currycomb and faced Rose. He wanted to give his bride something she needed...something he wanted, but had never attained.
"Are there any parcels of land nearby that are for sale?"
"Why Fritz," Rose exclaimed, "what did you have in mind?"
"I want to give Scarlet a home," he said.
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Scarlet
Rose smiled. “I don’t think I could have chosen a better man for Scarlet myself.” She thought as her smile turned to a grin.
“Parcels..depends on how close you want to be. Johnny would probably make you a fair deal if there is a piece of the Starr you like.
Scarlet’s favorite place is too hard to put a house on, unless you want to live in the A frame that is there. I don’t think that is what you had in mind."
Rose thought a moment, she was almost afraid to say it but she did.
"I know a place that has stood empty for years. Has a beautiful wrap around porch, three rooms and a pretty nice kitchen, barn, the property is beautiful too. You could probably talk the current owner into selling it. Course it would need a lot of cleaning, new curtains, maybe some repair.” Rose paused “but I don’t know how either one of you would be feel about living there.” Her voice trailed off.
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Originally posted by Ozark John
When John returned to the Pullman car he found Mr. Bell busy studying a map.
“Hey! I was about to send somebody out to look for you. Are your horses okay?” he said.
“Yes sir. They’re fine. They’re a little spooked by all the rattling, but they’ll be okay.”
“Good. Come over here and take a look at this map."
Spread out on the big oak desk was a map of western Texas, northern Mexico and the badlands of New Mexico. “Our boy’s hiding out here.” He swept his hand over the part of the map east of El Paso. This is the Big Bend area. He crosses the river wherever he chooses. We think he’s holed up in a cave or a miner’s shack somewhere in these Jeff Davis Mountains.
“So what’s the plan sir?”, John asked.
“When we pull into the depot tomorrow evening you just sit tight. I want everyone off of the train and out of the depot before you and your ponies dismount. The conductor will see to it that you’re notified when it is time to leave. I want you to ride north all night. The mountains will be on your left, the desert will be on your right. By daybreak, you’ll see the pass. You should camp in the saddle. Next morning ride west down the mountain to the Rio Grande. You’ll see it. It’s big and green. You should be getting back to town by dark. Stop in the first cantina you come to and get yourself something to eat. I want you to appear weary and trail worn. Your story is that you’re on the run from the law in Arizona territory and you just crossed the desert. You’re heading for San Antonio.”
“Why is that sir?”, John asked.
“These boys are smart John. They’ve already killed your uncle and another agent as well. They’re looking for a railroad man to be hunting them and I don't want them to suspect you. I want you to come at them from the west. They won’t be expecting it.”
Mill around town for a few days and try to hook some fellers headed for San Antonio. I’ll meet you Friday night at Rosa’s Cantina on the other side of the river. Ask around, you’ll find it.
“I can do that.” John smiled and traced the route on the map. “No problem.”
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Scarlet and Rebecca rode along the river close to the edge of the Southern Starr. Stopping near the herd of horses that could often be found there, they dismounted, unsaddled and tied up their mounts then went in for a swim. They laughed at Mr. Dawg as he ran along the shore finally getting brave enough and jumping in.
When everyone had their fill of the water they sat down on the shore. Rebecca opened her saddlebags and pulled out the wine and food she had brought along.
“You haven’t teased me once about the fact YER” pointing her finger at Scarlet as she emphasized yer. “mother is keeping me so busy I haven’t had the time or energy to spend with John at night if you know what I mean.” Rebecca eyed Scarlet for her reaction.
Scarlet suppressed a smile. “That’s because she chased Fritz to the bunkhouse not long ago and I think she has assigned Bo to keep an eye on us too.”
“What’s her reasoning ‘hind that?”
“It gives you time to think about what it’s like apart so you appreciate the time together, remember how much you love one another when you argue… she had some other things too.”
“You gotta love mom” they said in unison then laughed and passed the bottle.
Rebecca watched as Scarlet lazily ran her fingers along Mr. Dawg’s chest. He lay upside down with head back, his nose nearly touching the rock, his feet suspended over Scarlet’s hand.
“That dog is sure something. How far you two go back?” Rebecca asked.
“He was probably six months old or so, met him the night I met Trixie. He was thin enough I could’ve picked him up with out much problem. She threw him a few scraps o’ food and he’s been her best friend ever since. He’s saved both our skins once er twice over the years.” Scarlet replied then looked at the piece of paper Rebecca had dug out of her saddle bags.
“What ya got there?”
Rebecca grinned wickedly “Well I gotta be truthful, there’s been some betting going on.”
“How does that not surprise me?” Scarlet chuckled taking the bottle back. “Since yer looking guilty it’s got to be something about me.”
“Well of course.” Rebecca’s said excitedly. “One of the cowboys at the Ace started it by asking a question and it kind of went from there.”
Scarlet raised an eyebrow in question.
“It’s not bad.” Rebecca chuckled. “He simply asked what was it about Fritz that first got your attention.” She leaned close waiting for Scarlet to answer. When Scarlet only smiled she continued. “Cuz to be honest some of them cowboys been trying to get you attention for along time and you are polite when you turn ‘em down but you normally keep steppin’ by, and some of ‘em were real lookers too.”
Scarlet held out her hand. “Gi’me” she said with a chuckle.
Rebecca leaned forward and handed her the paper.
Scarlet read the list. Many of the average things were listed. Eyes, smile, way he sits a horse. She laughed when she read what Johnny wrote. “Cuz I told her to stay away from Yankee soldiers.”
“Oh I like this one. Cuz she can’t resist the uniform. I should’ve thought of it. Hank.” Scarlet laughed softly. “I might have to tell him he was right.” She smirked.
“I think some of the girls at the Ace been checkin Fritz out kinda close judging from some of these answers.” Scarlet handed the paper back.
“Well any of ‘em close?” Rebecca asked.
Scarlet half grinned and took another drink then feed a piece of cheese to Mr. Dawg.
“I bet you can guess who’s closest.” She said.
Rebecca looked over the list. “Must be Bo. Something he did when he was unaware he was being watched.”
Scarlet simply smiled.
“I didn’t think you snuck around peepin’ on folks unless you was planning on shooten ‘em.” Rebecca laughed.
“I don’t” Scarlet chuckled.
“Sooooo? Ya gonna make me guess. Cuz I’ll ride right back to the Starr and ask Fritz if he dances naked around the campfire in the moonlight er something.” She grinned wickedly.
“You no doubt would, but that wasn’t first got my attention, gotta say I was impressed at how many times he can jump over it.” Scarlet laughed.
Rebecca’s eyes grew wide; suddenly she realized she was being teased. “Cute Scarlet, gonna tell me the truth?”
“When we were with the Arizona marshal we rode into Mexico. The marshal picked Fritz up out of some prison and brought him back to the posse. He fought with us, in doing so he lost his horse. I had never seen anyone read a bible over a fallen horse before. I guess I figured it said something about the man.”
“I guess something like that would make YOU look twice.” Rebecca said.
Scarlet stood and gathered up her gear. “We should start heading back or they will be taking bets one of us got cold feet.”
’Becca stood and began to gather her gear also. “How do ya know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?”
Mr. Dawg had sat up and yawned lazily as the girls pulled on their boots.
“How do you know Tensleep is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?”
“A feeling I guess.” Rebecca replied. “Ya know ya just know.” She eyed Scarlet “Instinct.” Then grinned thinking Scarlet couldn’t argue with something she’d say herself.
Scarlet snorted.
“Well how do you explain it then?”
“Think of one perfect moment in time and tell me who you’re with.” Scarlet said. “Oh and your clothes are on.” She added teasingly.
Becca rolled her eyes and shook her head as she laughed. Then she thought for a second a genuine smile spreading across her lips. “You know I was so touched when John came into Black Wolf’s camp, scooped me up right in his arms.” She looked at Scarlet waiting for her to share.
“A dance, I couldn’t tell you what the band was playing but it was slow. It felt so right so perfect. I knew that’s where I’d like to be for the rest of my life.”
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Originally posted by Ozark John
Mr. Bell rolled the map up and stuffed it into a cylinder and put it in a draw of the big mahogany desk. He took out his pocket watch and said “lets synchronize or clocks”.
John pulled his watch out of his pocket. He couldn’t help but remember where he had gotten it. Well that Yankee Jayhawker didn’t need it anymore.
“It is 9:25 am, Sept 1, 1874”.
“Got it!” John said.
“I want you to clean your guns again today John and I want you to get some rest.”
“Yes sir. I will.” John said.
With that, the older man turned off the light and settled into one of the big soft leather bound chairs.
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Originally posted by Fritz
The sorrel nickered, and Fritz pulled a sugar cube from his vest pocket.
"Sounds perfect. How much...oh."
He suddenly realized he'd been to that house before.
Scarlet's house. Travis' house.
"Rose," Fritz started.
"It's been empty for far too long. It was killed before its time. The happy sounds had just started there, when..." Rose wiped the corner of her eye with her apron.
"Mom...may I call you that?" Fritz asked.
She nodded her head.
"It's a lovely house. But do you think Scarlet could live there, with the memories in the wood?"
Rose took his hands.
"I know anything is possible...as long as you believe."
Fritz smiled. "Then I guess I'd better talk to the owner."
"One thing," Rose added. "We need to clean the baby's room. I'm not sure she could handle that."
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"Well,Bless my soul,"says the man on the black horse. "I thought to bring my horse to water,and set up camp for the night,but I can see that this spot is occupied.
"And by two of the prettiest flowers,that must have assuredly been placed here by an angel."
The mans approach had been quiet. Too quiet,and he startled the girls.
Scarlet turned towards him instantly,her revolver already drawn.
In her sights sat a man on a big black horse,and a pair of black dogs.One on either side of him.
The man was dressed mostly in black,and wore a pair of dark glasses.
Scarlet realised she was holding her breath....could it be him,she thought...she had heard he had passed...
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Rebecca jumped again when Scarlet drew her gun “What the hell ya doin’?!”
Scarlet looked into the shadows. There was nothing, but there had been a voice, she would have bet her life she’d heard his voice.
“I didn’t think you drank enough to be drawing on the wind.” ‘Becca giggled.
Scarlet dipped her head as she replaced the pistol and slightly smiled at the memory.
“Oh she’s thinkin’ bout something good.” Becca teased watching her friend.
“Somebody you would have liked to meet Becca.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow with interest.
Scarlet looked at her and shook her head with a smile. “Yeah. Don’t know if he would’ve been the marrying kind but woulda been a hell of a ride.”
“Oh so now ya mention this man of mystery, ten days before the wedding. Thanks.” Becca laughed.
Scarlet had cinched her saddle and stepped over to pick up the bridle still wondering why she’d seen the man so clearly and wondering if it was some sort of premonition. Looking around she noticed things were quiet, to quiet. Mr. Dawg was now standing his attention fixed on something, his hackles starting to rise. The horse’s heads were raised and they were looking in the same direction.
Scarlet stepped closer to Rebecca and Mr. Dawg. “Something’s going on but I don’t hear or see anything.” She said softly.
Mr. Dawg let out a low growl and took a single slow step forward.
The movement of the herd’s lead mare caught her attention. Scarlet cursed under her breath when she saw the mare spin with pinned ears and begin to move the others away. Scarlet ran for the two riding horses, reaching Cloud in time to grab his rope before he pulled it lose. She made a grab for her horse’s rope as he lounged back, the rope pulled lose and slipped through her fingers; the animal spun and followed the quickly departing herd.
“Damn” she mumbled thinking she’d been spoiled by Lucky who she hardly ever tied and he stayed close to her.
She heard Becca’s voice “Ah Scarlet.”
Suddenly she was aware of a presence. Feeling breath on her neck Scarlet turned slowly to face the old bay stallion. She had hoped it was one of the others; most of them were ridden on a semi regular basis. He looked at her like he was waiting for her to leave the area too.
Scarlet slowly slid Cloud’s rope around the stallion’s neck. “Becca bring me my bridle.”
Rebecca picked up the bridle and handed it to Scarlet. “You gonna ride him?”
“Well we can double up and see how far the others went.” Scarlet replied adjusting the headstall after she’d put it on him.
“Maybe that would be a good idea. I’d loan ya a saddle but I didn’t bring it.” Rebecca said as she bridled her own horse. Picking up her saddlebags she put them over Clouds shoulders then led him to a rock and climbed on. Scarlet followed and climbed on behind her.
Rebecca was about to turn to follow where the herd had gone when Mr. Dawg let out soft bark and headed in the opposite direction. Becca automatically turned her horse to follow.
The women both knew they had left the Southern Starr when they reached the crossroads. Queitly they followed as Mr. Dawg followed the road headed towards the Fort.
Mr. Dawg veered off the road went down the wash, freezing when he reached the top. Becca pulled her horse to a stop.
“What you think is out there?” She whispered to Scarlet.
Mr. Dawg looked down at the two of them then back down the other side.
“I was hoping it was a cat or something spooked the horses at the river.” Scarlet said sliding off the back of Cloud and handing the reins of the stallion to Becca.
Rebecca never had a good feeling when she saw Scarlet draw her gun, it was no different now. She slid off her horse and held them both tight just in case gun fire erupted or Scarlet came back on the run.
Scarlet stayed low to the ground. Reaching Mr. Dawg she sucked in her breath as she looked at the scene below them. Mr. Dawg let out a soft whimper as he looked from her to the scene below.
Her eyes scanned the area looking for movement. A trail of dust could be seen moving away in the distance.
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Originally posted by Fritz
It didn't take much suggestion from Rose for Fritz to ride out there. Scarlet was out enjoying herself. It was the perfect time. The sorrel was handling the McClellen well. He'd be sad to see him go. Fritz had become kinda attached to him.
"Whoa, Buddy," he said, pulling up to the hitching post.
Buddy...it was a good name. Perhaps he'd suggest it to his new owner. He pulled another sugar cube from his vest. The sorrel took it greedily.
"I think you have a sweet tooth," Fritz said to the horse. "I bet you'd like some of Ella's cookies." The sorrel nickered and nodded in agreement.
Fritz started for the porch, but something made him turn.
The gate to the cemetery stood open. Funny...he'd thought he's closed it during his last visit. Fritz walked over, taking his slouch off as he entered. There was but one stone. He'd seen it before. Fritz crossed himself and knelt. He noticed a small wooden cross, laying on the ground next to the stone. He righted it.
"Father," he said, "I want to be the best husband I can be. The woman I love deserves it. I want to give her a home. THIS home.
Fritz touched the stone. "Travis...we both love Scarlet. If you'll allow it, I'd like her to be here. We'd both be close to her. Is it the right thing to do?"
Fritz crossed himself and rose. He heard a sound behind him; gentle, like a sigh. When he turned, the cabin door stood open...
...as he somehow knew it would.
Fritz walked up the porch and through the threshold.
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Originally posted by Scarlet
The stone fireplace sat at his right. It had looked as if someone had been here since he and Bo had been here a few months back. The picture of Scarlet and Travis had been put on the mantle. Fritz didn’t really remember where Bo had left it but he was sure it was not there. The footprints were too small to be Bo’s anyway.
Directly in front of him were the three bedrooms making up the back side of the house.
Fritz walked across the living room to the first door and opened it; he remembered Bo had said he’d lived here too. The room had been mostly cleaned out except for a dresser with a picture on it and the bed.
The woman in the picture looked to be a redhead. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulder and her eyes held a certain fire Fritz recognized in a lot of the women that lived at the Starr.
The middle room was the baby’s room. The dresser in the corner was white with ponies of every color painted on it to match the mobile that hung over the crib. One could easily imagine Scarlet and Rose having a grand time decorating the room.
The master bedroom was in the left hand corner and larger than the rest of the rooms of the house. The only thing missing were clothes in the closet or dresser.
Fritz stepped into the kitchen next; pushing open the shutters above the sink he was not surprised to see the barn. Turning back around, it was easy to see someone had done some fine cabinetry work, even if they were covered in years of dust. The dining table was big enough for four people and sat near the kitchen.
The bath house was connected by a door off of the kitchen. Water for baths could be easily heated on the cook stove and carried to it.
Bo had seen Fritz ride out and not being to sure where he was headed Bo waited to give him a head start then followed.
His only thought was if Rose wanted Fritz and Scarlet to have a chaperon until the wedding she should be doing it herself but she had asked him.
It surprised Bo to see Buddy tied up in front of the house. He looked around; there were no other horses to be seen.
Bo pulled his horse to a stop, dismounted and tied him next the sorrel.
The door stood open and he could see Fritz standing in the center of the house looking around.
Bo stepped in and looked around. "Were ya looking for something?"
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Originally posted by Fritz
Fritz smiled. "Yep, as a matter of fact, I was looking for the owner of this house."
Bo crossed his arms over his chest. "That'd be me. What did you have in mind?"
"I want to give Scarlet a home. This one should've been hers." He laid his gunbelt on the table. "You can feel it in the wood. Vibrations..."
Bo cocked his head, unsure of what he meant.
"This was once a happy place," Fritz said. "I want to make it one again." He stripped off his vest and rolled his sleeves.
Bo sighed and shook his head. "There's an axe in the barn. Should still be some wood out there. I'll draw the water, you light the stove."
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Rebecca had seen that look on Scarlet’s face before. Something on the other side was not right.
“What’s there?” Rebecca said handing Scarlet the reins of the stallion.
“A battlefield.” Scarlet said as she handed Becca her pistol then drew her second one. “Let’s get a closer look but keep on yer toes.”
The two women cautiously made their way to the fallen men followed by Mr. Dawg, who kept a very watchful eye.
Becca looked around her. “These are the soldiers that were at the Starr when we rode out this morning.”
“They were picking up about twenty head of horses the army bought.” Scarlet said holstering her gun to examine the only horse that stood among the men. As she did Scarlet noticed many of the men still moving.
The mare she recognized belonged to her friend Sean. The horse put her head against Scarlet as she ran her fingers along the wound, judging from it the bullet that creased the mares shoulder should be lodged in her rider’s knee.
Scarlet’s eyes searched for the man that normally sat in this saddle. Spotting him she made her way towards Sean, noticing the wounds on the men she passed, all very similar.
Scarlet holstered her gun when she reached him.
He was lucky, his knee was only grazed and had not been shattered by the bullet.
“Sean.” Scarlet said kneeling next to him. She noticed another wound in his thigh and one in his side.
The man’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at her.
“Can ya tell me what happened?” She asked.
“Ambushed.” He said whispered.
“Can you tell me how many or who?”
Sean shook his head back and forth.
Rebecca took the canteen from the soldier’s horse and walked over.
“Scarlet, most of ‘em are still alive.” She said softly.
“I know. From the looks of the wounds whoever did it meant for ‘em to die a slow death.” Scarlet said.
“What makes ya say that?”
Scarlet looked over her shoulder up at Becca “Unattended they’ll bleed to death or rot. Look at ‘em all of em have similar wounds. Nobody’s walkin out of here. By the time the army decides to come looking for them it will be nightfall. They’d ride right past on the rode out to the Starr. By the time you had enough light to follow the tracks and find ‘em these boys would be dead or well on their way.”
Taking the canteen from Rebecca she steadied it while Sean took a drink.
“Why’d ya leave the road?” She asked after he’d sipped the water.
“Something spooked ‘em.” He said.
Rebecca had gone to see how many more of them were alive.
Mr. Dawg’s low bark drew Scarlet’s attention. Scarlet stood and walked towards him. “Ah Crap.” She muttered as she got closer.
The boy that had a hold of Mr. Dawg’s fur was speaking Comanche.
“It’s alright Mr. Dawg.” She said patting Dawg’s head.
The boy had similar wounds. Scarlet looked around her. She had nothing she needed, no medical kit, one canteen; most of the men had been striped of their gear.
She took her knife and cut the bottom half of her shirt off and wrapped the boy’s wounds in an attempt to stop the oozing blood. She wondered how long the boy and his uncle, who lay dead next to him, had been missing from Black Wolf’s camp and why they were here. Rebecca was going to flip when she saw him Scarlet knew it.
“Scarlet” Rebecca called trying to be quiet incase who ever did this was still near.
Scarlet stood and turned. “It’s Blue Feather.” Rebecca said with a puzzled look on her face.
“Is he still alive?”
“Barely.”
Scarlet made her way towards Rebecca nearly tripping over the hand that reached out for her, she looked down.
“Help.” He was barley able to get the word out.
Looking at him Scarlet felt ill, he was just a kid. El Paso was probably his first post. She knelt down next to him and took his hand. He tried to speak. Scarlet leaned close to try to hear but he was gone.
She stood back up. “Becca we’ve got to get help.”
Becca turned around; her eyes grew wide as she looked at Scarlet. Half her shirt was missing and her midriff was covered in blood.
Scarlet thought to herself. If the army did find them this didn’t look good. She had seen the scalped soldier.
Black Wolf would come looking for his brother and the two boys sooner or later and what he would find wouldn’t look good either. Sean couldn’t tell her what had happened. If there was somebody among them that could he wasn’t speaking up right now.
She needed help and she needed it now from somebody who would treat anybody they were asked to, knew what they were doing, and get moving before all of their questions were answered. That left one person that actually had the skills and the equipment needed and most importantly Scarlet trusted.
“Becca come on we got to get the Starr.”
“What happened?” Rebecca was pointing her finger up and down at Scarlet. “And are we just going to leave them?”
“We’ve got to get help, lets go.” Scarlet was leading the stallion back to Sean’s horse.
Reaching the mare she striped her of her gear and put it up on the stallion. The horse danced at bit while Scarlet tried to saddle him.
“What are you….OH GAWD!”
“Damn” Scarlet thought knowing by Becca’s reaction she had seen the boy.
“Becca come on.” Scarlet said pulling the cinch tight and reprimanding the horse for not standing still. “Becca?”
Scarlet looked to see where Rebecca was. Not surprised to see she was on her knees next to the boy, tears streaming from her eyes.
Scarlet lead the stallion back over and put her hand on Becca’s shoulder. “Let’s go for help.” She said softly.
“No. I won’t leave him. If he’s gonna die Scarlet I’ll not let him die alone.” Becca wiped her tears and looked up at Scarlet then back to the boy.
Scarlet knew arguing would only waste time they were short on and she would lose anyway.
“Take Cloud and get help.” Becca said flatly.
Scarlet went back to Sean. “Where’s your gun?”
He was the only one who still had his belt, the rifle was missing off of his horse. Scarlet hoped she was going to get lucky since the others were picked over. Sean had always been crafty anyhow.
“Layin on it.” He smiled triumphantly.
“Sean can I borrow your rig.” She said as she unbuckled his belt then reached under him finding the pistol. Sean managed another smile.
Scarlet took the belt and used her knife to put another hole in it, removed her own and buckled on his. Holstering the pistol she touched his cheek. “Hang on, I’m going for help.”
He opened his eyes. “Hell of a vision.” He said looking at the woman wearing his prairie belt in half a shirt and tight pants. He couldn’t place the Calvary horse she had though.
“Here” Scarlet held out her gun belt and other gun to Rebecca. “Promise me if whoever did this comes back you’ll get the hell outta here.”
“Mr. Dawg will warn me if he gets wind of anybody I’m sure.” She replied looking up at Scarlet. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at.
“When was the last time that horse was ridden? Take Cloud.”
“Promise me if they come back you’ll hide yourself and I will NOT leave you without a horse.” Scarlet said taking up the reins and swinging into the saddle.
The stallion rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.
“Last time someone put a leg over this horse, Phantom wore Confederate rigging.”
“Try to leave me a sign where you’ve gone if you have to go.” Scarlet said while she asked the horse to do a few basic moves, happy to see he was still responsive to a rider.
“Promise you’ll go Becca, there are enough here needing medical attention.” She said.
“Ok I promise. God speed Scarlet.” Rebecca replied.
Scarlet turned the bay towards home and kicked him.
Scarlet kept running the scene through her mind wondering who attacked who. Had Black Wolf attacked them he wouldn’t have left the fallen warriors. She’d seen the scalped soldier. It was a bad job and the Comanche would have taken the scalp with him anyway. Black Wolf wouldn’t have left the boy to die either. Scarlet couldn’t help but notice the boy had bruises around his wrists and his uncle had been dead longer than those soldiers had been wounded. Something wasn’t right at all.
Scarlet couldn’t imagine the Calvary would have left their men laying there unless they were in pursuit of whoever was responsible. But would they have left them with one lame horse and no one really to defend them? What if they came back and found Becca?
Scarlet pressed Phantom for everything he had.
The man on watch couldn’t make out who it was, but he wasn’t slowing at all as he passed the outriders. The man kept watching. In fact it looked like the rider speeded up when he passed the outriders and had completely ignored the warning shot they had fired.
Johnny looked up to the post. “What’s going out there?”
“We got fast incoming, single rider” The lookout could make out the blue blanket and caught a glimpse of the sun bounce of the chest of the horse. “Calvary.” He looked down at Johnny. “He’s coming like a bat outta hell Boss. Never slowed for the boys when they fired.”
“What in blue blazes is a soldier comin’ in like that for?” Johnny said to no one in particular.
“Hey boss, whoever that is he’s riding the old bay. Someone better find Bo, I think he’s gonna want ta have a word with this fella.” The man said excitedly.
Johnny motioned for someone to ride out and find Bo.
When Scarlet was close enough to the house she flipped her hat off causing her long blonde hair to fall about her shoulders, hoping who ever was watching would recognize her.
“It’s Scarlet!” the man yelled down from his post.
Johnny narrowed his eyes thinking it must be something bad as he watched the incoming rider.
The pounding of the hoof beats could be heard along with Scarlet’s voice, at first they were intermingled and they couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“ELLA!” Phantom raced passed the telegraph office and continued for the main house.
Scarlet realized as they neared the house Phantom was not slowing even though she was sitting down and asking him.
“ELLA!!” she yelled between cursing under her breath at the horse.
Scarlet braced herself pulling on the reins hard. “Whoa…Ella!!”
Phantom finally slowed and stopped between the house and barn. Scarlet was off of him like a shot and running for the house, thinking Ella might be in the kitchen.
Johnny’s eyes were wide as ran out to meet her. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Scarlet’s midriff.... splotched with blood, wearing someone else’s gun.
“What’s…”
“Where’s ELLA!”
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Originally posted by Ella
Ella heard Scarlet calling her name, so she tucked the needle into the hem, and put the skirt down, then hurried down the stairs and out through the kitchen.
She stopped at the sight of Scarlet.
"What's happened? Whose blood is that?" she asked.
Scarlet replied, "No time to explain. Get your medical kit and come!"
Ella asked, "How many patients?"
"Lots."
Ella turned to Rose, who had followed her downstairs. "Rose, please load up a wagon with all the blankets and canvas available, add food, water, cooking gear and firewood, and have Bill follow us with it. Scarlet, I'll be ready to go in 10 minutes. Get Diamond saddled for me, please."
Ella ran upstairs.
In well under 10 minutes, she was out at the stable dressed in riding skirt, loose shirt, vest and boots, with saddlebags over one shoulder and carrying a carpet bag.
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Originally posted by Tensleep
Tensleep heard the commotion in the yard from his office. The paperwork that he was preparing suddenly held no interest whatsoever. Wanted posters and reports had no meaning. Standing he ran for the door.
As he hit the porch his eyes scanned the scene before him. Scarlet leaping to the ground from a strange horse covered with blood yelling for Ella and no sight of Becca caused him to suddenly go cold. He ran for the house behind Scarlet and Johnny.
Bursting in the door he heard the fast conversation and Ella's words to Rose.
The marshal was a patient man but could wait no longer. "Where's Becca? Where is she, is she alive? Scarlet! Answer me!"
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Rose pushed past Tensleep and out the door to do as Ella asked.
Scarlet was at the top up the stairs when her mind registered Tensleep was yelling her name.
“Ok when I left her. She needs a gun belt!” Was the response as she disappeared into her room.
Scarlet came out of her room just as fast as she’d gone in, her saddlebags over her shoulder, her rifle in one hand and extra clothes in the other.
She nearly collided with Johnny at the bottom of the stairs, Tensleep standing right behind him.
“What the hell girl?” Johnny made a grab to try and stop her.
Ducking by both men still on the run. “Cross roads to the fort, other side of the wash, the soldiers were ambushed, horses stolen.”
“Shot up soldiers never got her that excited, sumtin else is going on.” Johnny turned and followed after her.
Scarlet was calling Lucky as she entered the barn, she put down her gear.
"Scarlet." Johnny was trying to get more information.
She threw the extra clothes at him. "Becca and I will need to change, send that with who ever follows." She was putting Lucky's gear on him as fast as she could. "Tell Fritz where I've gone. So...." She was going to say so he doesn't worry, but she'd only be lying she was worried herself. "just tell 'im."
"I don't know how many there were but whoever they were, they were good. Everyone of them soliders are down. Ella and I are gonna need help, but I ain't got time ta wait."
With that Scarlet was in the saddle and headed towards Rose who was holding Diamond's reins.
"Bo!"
Bo looked out the door to see one of the men from the Starr riding up.
"In here." He called from inside the house where he was looking at the opposite wall remembering Scarlet was always bugging for a window so she didn't have to stand in the kitchen to see the barn.
Travis had planned to put one so they could sit by the fireplace and see the horses and a window in the bedroom too. The shutters were out in the barn loft. Only thing that needed doing was the hole and finishing work in the wall.
"Johnny sent me ta git ya."
Bo turned and walked onto the porch. "What's he want."
"Some soldier put his gear on Phantom and came riding into the Starr."
Bo was shocked at first then irritated. "How'd somebody catch him and who'd be stupid or desperate enough to ride 'im." He mumbled walking out the door.
"Hey Fritz ya comin'?" The rider called to him.
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Originally posted by Ella
Ella climbed into Diamond's saddle after tying the carpetbag on behind, and Rose handed her the reins.
Scarlet didn't wait any longer, and told Lucky to go. Diamond was ready to run as well.
Those watching saw Ella and Scarlet racing away side-by-side.
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Originally posted by Tensleep
As Scarlet rushed out the door Tensleep was on her heels. He ran to the office and grabbed for his gunbelt. Swinging it around his hips and fastening it he was moving to the rifle rack. The Winchester Yellowboy was in his hands and a saddlebag of rounds over his shoulder in seconds.
The marshal picked up his bedroll and hat going out the door.
One of the hands had seen Tensleep racing to the office and had brought Buck from the stall and was settling Ross' saddle on the tan and black.
In minutes Tensleep Ross was on the trail of his deputies, his lips moved as he said a Shosone prayer for the woman he loved.
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Originally posted by Dr. Bill
William Curtis McDowell looked carefully at the papers that had recently arrived in the mail from Washington. Jacob Perkins’s patent for an ice-making machine was forty years old but so far nobody had seriously tried to improve the original design. It worked well enough; it had even been used back in the 40s to help cool the wards of yellow fever patients. The idea still had some considerable drawbacks. The first thing Bill intended to do was get away from using the explosive and flammable either as the cooling medium in the heat exchanger coils.
The theoretical physics of gases had been a bit of a struggle. Most of Sadi Carnot’s work had been translated into English and Ella and Patches had been able to help him with the few that were still only available in French. Fortunately James Maxwell’s papers were all published in English and the recent one on theoretical thermodynamics by Boltzmann was in German. Bill tightened the connections on the copper tubing where it connected to the pump. Amonia was toxic and corrosive but fortunately it was not flammable and the smell generally drove anyone away before they got a good lung-full. With luck they could have iced lemonade for the weddings. He grinned to himself as he thought of Patches hard at work in the telegraph office. “Giddy” was not a word he normally would apply to her but for the last several weeks it certainly seemed to fit.
The commotion from outside his workshop brought him out of his reverie. Someone was calling his name at the top of their lungs. As he wiped the grease off his hands, Rose burst through the doorway at the South end of the shop. “Bill, Ella just left. She said to tell you that there’s been some sort of battle at the big dry wash on the edge of the ranch. I’ve already got a couple of the hands loading the wagon and Bunsen and Plato are harnessed up. She said she needed you to help as soon as you could get there.”
“Thank-you Rose,” Bill said tossing the rag onto his desk as he headed for the door that connected the workshop to his adobe house. “Please, tell them to bring the wagon to the loading shed and I’ll meet them there,” he called over his shoulder. He would have to stop and explain what had happened to Patches if someone else had not already gotten there before him. Regardless of the need for his presence somewhere else, he had to make sure that he personally would tell her that he was leaving. It had not been too long ago that he would not even dared be more than a few feet away from her at any time. He shook his head to clear the thoughts of how badly she had been injured only a few months ago this spring. She had mended and now there was going to be a wedding. In spite of alert from Rose, Bill smiled as he rapidly walked toward the telegraph office carrying his gear with him.
The loading shed had been the next logical step beyond pre-packing carpetbags to have at the ready at any time. When Bill arrived, his large wagon sat at one end of the shed with the doors at both ends open. Bill thanked the man holding the team and climbed into the seat. He looked back to check the contents of the bed of the wagon. Firewood and water containers filled roughly the last third of the wagon. Bill twitched the reins and the two mules began to walk forward through the shed.
“General tools and first aid,” he called out to the man who had been holding the team. At this instruction the fellow removed a counterweighted rope from where it had been tied at the side of the shed and a wooden box the width of the wagon dropped down into place behind the seat. In less than two minutes the wagon was fully loaded with supplies and the boxes were latched into place. Bill flipped the reins once more and headed for the gate to the ranch.
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Originally posted by Fritz
He’d heard the shot…why hadn’t he reacted?
Fritz was polishing the dining room table. After the years of grime were scraped away, a decent oak tabletop was discovered. With a little elbow grease, he could almost see his reflection in the surface. The shot should’ve startled him, but it didn’t…why?
Perhaps he’d become accustomed to gunfire. All the war years, the frontier, Mexico, and now with the posse. Maybe it was Rose or Ella, foraging for tonight’s supper. Both were pretty handy with a gun. A signal? Had one of the sentries seen something? If so, why no shot in response?
Scarlet…?
Fritz dropped the dirty rag and scooped up his gun belt He barely heard Bo saying “are you comin?” as he moved out the door. Buddy turned his head expectantly. Fritz untied the reins from the hitching post, noting that none of his long guns were on the saddle. He’d remedy that, once they got back to the Starr…if they had time.
Bo and Fritz rode hard, heading towards the Starr. As they came in, Fritz saw Scarlet and Ella riding out hard. He turned in the saddle. “I’m going after her! Go in and find out what happened!” Bo nodded, and drew his Winchester from its scabbard. He tossed it over. Fritz moved the reins to his left hand and caught it. He’d thank Bo later. Maybe much later.
…did he have a best man?
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Becca said a prayer as she watched Scarlet ride off then looked around her. The first thing she decided was the men needed water. She took the canteen and the empty bottle from her saddle bags and rode down to the river. She knew it would take several trips to the river before any help would arrive.
Looking over her shoulder she spotted Mr. Dawg watching her fill the canteen with interest. She half smiled and called him over. Becca put the strap of the canteen in Mr. Dawg’s mouth then took his paw and put it on the canteen shoving it down until the bubbles stopped coming. She was pleased he was such a fast learner.
Rebecca walked among the soldiers with the canteen giving water to those who were awake, Mr. Dawg following her quietly watching.
She stopped again at the young boy who again took hold of Mr. Dawg’s fur.
“Mr. Dawg this is Wolf Song.” She said.
The boy smiled best he could when Mr. Dawg held out his paw to shake. Becca smiled then wiped her face against her shoulder before offering him more water.
“What ya doin lady?”
The voice behind Becca startled her, her head whipped around looking for where the voice came from.
“I’m not drinkin after that heathen. Why don’t you just leave him to die with that other one.”
Becca narrowed her eyes at the man that lay not far from where she was.
“If you won’t drink after him you won’t drink at all.” She spat.
“What are ya an injun lover? Haven’t you seen what they do to women like you? Do yourself a favor and kill ‘em why you have the chance.”
“What has he done to you?” Becca growled.
“Look around ya.”
“You see who did this to you?” She asked.
The man lay quiet.
“I didn’t think so. At least he doesn’t accuse you of doing this to him. He says they were white but not like you.”
“What are you one of ‘em.?” The soldier said sarcastically.
“Leave her alone.” Came another voice.
Becca stood and went to the second man.
“I know you.” She said softly as she took the bloody hand he held towards her.
“Yes ma’am. You have the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard. Never imagined seein’ ya out here.”
Rebecca smiled while she held his head so he could take a drink.
“Will you sing for me ma’am?”
Rebecca sat holding his had and sang to him for a short time. After he drew his last breath she took his coat and covered his face.
It seemed like Scarlet had been gone forever.
Mr. Dawg suddenly let out a low bark and trotted to the top of the hill. He let out two more loud barks before running back to Becca.
“I hope by the way you’re acting that’s Scarlet with help.”
If Ella had told Scarlet she was holding her breath for the entire ride she would have believed her. Mostly she was worried about leaving Becca behind, most people would have worried about the Indians coming. Scarlet was more worried about the Calvary or the outlaws returning.
Hearing Mr. Dawg’s bark Scarlet finally took the first breath she was aware of since she’d left Becca. Scarlet looked over her shoulder as the two horses toped the wash. She could see Fritz not to far behind, behind him dust she hoped was others following from the Starr.
Ella had started down the other side towards the men. When Scarlet was sure Fritz had seen where they’d gone she followed.
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Originally posted by Ella
"Donnerwetter!" exclaimed Ella as she saw the battlefield.
She swung down from the saddle next to where Becca was.
"I hope ya ain't not another Injun lover," grumbled a man over behind Becca.
Ella ignored him, since anyone in condition to talk was probably not in immediate danger.
Scarlet joined her a moment later.
"Becca and Scarlet, I need you to bandage the men after I have checked them." She opened the carpetbag and pulled out two handfuls of pocket kits. "Use the disinfectant in the bottle on a piece of linen to clean the wound, sprinkle on the powder, cover with another piece of linen, then wrap it up. I'll worry about extracting bullets later, and I'll leave any amputations to the Army surgeon."
Becca pulled Ella over to Blue Feather, who was still barely alive.
"I'm sorry, Becca, I can't do anything for him right now."
"Why not?" cried Becca.
"He is bandaged up well enough for now. I have to find who needs my help worst, so I can treat the weakest ones first," replied Ella firmly. "Now come."
And Ella led the way through the fallen, remembering the times she had been one of the followers, either following her uncle and assisting her aunt, or following Dr. Alan and bandaging soldiers before they were picked up by the ambulance.
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Originally posted by Fritz
Before he crossed the rise, Fritz smelled death on the wind. Though it was no one's friend, it was a constant companion. He levered the action of the '73, expecting the worst. He wasn't disappointed.
The scene below was similiar to those he saw in the valley in '64. Blood screamed from the ground. The moans and cries of dying men. Ella was already tending to the troopers. There was 'Becca, dwarfed by Scarlet's gunbelt, right in the thick of things. Dawg was carrying a canteen to the wounded...what an amazing animal. Scarlet walked from man to man, asking names and giving comfort.
Fritz dismounted, looking for chevrons. He found them, on a scalped corporal. It was a messy job; messier than usual it seemed. He searched the man's sack coat for orders...none.
"Damn," Fritz said, to no one in particular.
"You're him, ain't ya?" A voice came weakly.
Fritz turned. A trooper was trying to sit up. He kneeled to help him.
"What do you mean?" Fritz asked
"You're King...the First Sergeant that told the Old Man off."
He chucked. "You heard wrong, son...but that's me."
The boy coughed. Blood came up. Not good. "Wish you were with us today."
"What's your name Trooper, and what are your orders?"
"Name's John Smith Sergeant," the boy replied. It was common for a man to flee troubles in the East, and start with a new name. At least he could've picked a better one.
"We were picking up some horses, eight men from I Company plus our Corporal. We were jumped..."
The boy fell silent.
"ELLA!!!" Fritz screamed. "I NEED YOU!!!"
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Originally posted by Ella
Ella turned when Fritz called her name. He was standing by the only soldier she hadn't checked yet, so she hurried over.
"He was telling me what happened," explained Fritz. "We need his information."
Ella checked the soldier, who was really only a boy. His leg wounds were the same as everyone else's. The chest wound was threatening to kill him.
"Fritz, get some canvas around him for a windbreak. I need to operate on him," ordered Ella.
As Fritz left to find a windbreak, Ella pulled what she needed out of her pockets, and started working.
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Originally posted by Fritz
As he worked, he looked around at the men. No horses, except the lame and wounded. The troopers were shot in the legs and abdomen. Not immediately fatal, but without treatment, surely so. No guns or ammo, except for what Scarlet was wearing. That trooper must've hidden his.
Why did the attackers leave live witnesses? They'd have been better off killing the entire patrol. Nothing made sense. He hoped Ella could save that young soldier.
One way or another, he'd get to the bottom of this.
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Originally posted by Ella
Ella came out from behind the windbreak, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"Frtiz, he's stable for now, but sleeping. I need to go deal with the other critical case, a member of Becca's tribe. It looks like someone shot all of the troopers out of their saddles with belly shots or shoulder shots, then went around and shot them all in the leg to make sure they couldn't go anywhere, and dumped two wounded Indian boys and a dead Indian man into the mix. At least one trooper thinks that the attackers were Indians. Scarlet says that can't be right, because Indians would not have left their dead or wounded behind. Maybe Tensleep will find some clues on his perimeter patrol."
She ran over to Blue Feather, who was still alive. His wounds were already showing signs of infection, as though he had been wounded a day before the troopers.
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Scarlet stood at the edge of the “battlefield” looking at all the horses’ tracks, all but three horses wore shoes. That reassured her the soldiers had not been attacked by any Indians she was familiar with. When Black Wolf acquired horses with shoes he pulled them.
“Good luck convincing the Colonel it wasn’t Comanche’s when three of them lay behind me.” She thought to herself.
The fact that Colonel Troutman had not been able to find the Indians that lived in Devil’s Mountain ate at him every day and she knew it.
“They all belong locked up or dead, what is she doing trying to save that heathen?” The soldier grumbled.
Scarlet narrowed her eyes and shot him a cold look over her shoulder.
Hoping if she asked Sean some different questions she might find something out she started towards him.
"I'm more important than some dead redskin. What about helping me?" The soldier said.
He recognized the Comanche language but had no idea what she’d said to him when she went buy. By the look on the other brunet’s face it must have been some kind of insult.
“Oh so you won’t even say it in a language I can understand?”
“Stop yer bellyaching Andrews.” Sean said.
Scarlet stopped in her tracks, turned and looked at the man.
“I said it’s a shame they didn’t take your tongue while they had the chance.” She said coldly then continued on her way.
Scarlet sat next to Sean. “Can you tell me anything that will help me?”
Sean sighed. “Your right about Andrews.” He whispered so nobody else heard.
Scarlet chuckled softly. “Anything else?”
“No, I was bringing up the rear. I heard….it was loud…..the horses nearly ran us down, tried to take cover. They must’ve been waiting over here too. It was like we rode into the middle of it…….I’m sorry Scarlet, maybe one of the men riding lead could tell you something. How’s my horse?”
“She’ll be ok Sean, probably ready to ride before you.”
“Where were you when everything happened?” Scarlet asked trying to find a place to start putting the puzzle together.
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Originally posted by Ella
"Becca, I need you to translate for me," said Ella, rising from where she had been cleaning and binding Blue Feather's wounds. "I need to extract a bullet from one of Wolf Song's wounds. Blue Feather is starting to be fevered. I need Wolf Song to watch over Blue Feather and talk to him, to keep him tied to life until the fever passes."
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Originally posted by Scarlet
“Alright Ella.” Becca replied.
Rebecca walked over to the boy and kneeled down. Taking his hands she started to tell him what Ella had asked. Pointing to his wounds she told him what Ella intended to do.
Wolf Song eyed Ella for a moment. Both women could see a bit of fear behind the brave little eyes. Then he spoke.
“He says they already talk of you around the campfire, now he will have better stories than Grey Eagle.” Becca said smiling trying to hide her own fear for the boys. “He also asks for his spirit guide to watch over him and Blue Feather while you remove the bullets.”
Rebecca turned to look for Mr. Dawg. She suppressed a smile as the large dog made his way towards them as if some how he had understood the boys request.
“Do you want me to bring him over there Ella?” Becca asked.
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Originally posted by Ella
"Dawg is his spirit guide?" asked Ella. "Okay, bring him over here, if it will help the boys."
She looked at the boy to estimate his weight, and carefully measured a small dose of laudanum into a cup and added water, and gave it to the boy to drink. With doubtful eyes, he drank.
While the sedative was taking effect, Ella pulled the necessary tools out of her pockets. Once Dawg was in place with one paw on the boy's shoulder, she went to work.
The boy flinched a few times, and probably pulled Dawg's fur a bit while clenching his fists, but the bullets were soon extracted and the wounds cleaned thoroughly before being bandaged.
"All done," said Ella, stowing everything back into her pockets. "Becca, tell him that he made it easier for me by being very brave."
She stood, and went to work on Sean.
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Originally posted by Scarlet
Scarlet stood when she saw Ella coming.
"Guess it's your turn soldier." She smiled at Sean.
"You leavin' me in good hands?" Sean was trying his best to stay in good humor.
Scarlet looked at Ella than back to Sean. "Trust her with Lucky's life Sean." She replied then headed off to check out the area Sean had told her they were first attacked at. Hoping to find out how many riders they might be up against or any other useful information she could figure out while she was waiting for Tensleep to get there.
"Guess I'm in good hands." He said looking at Ella.
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Originally posted by Ella
"I'll do my best," replied Ella with a gentle smile. "You are one of the lucky ones - only one bullet stayed in you, and you didn't get any shattered bones. It will hurt when I get the bullet out and clean your wounds again. Do you want morphine or chloroform to make you sleep through it?"
"If that little Indian boy didn't need to sleep through it, I don't need to," answered Sean bravely.
"Okay, then." And Ella set to work.
When she was done, she sighed, "I guess I have to treat Andrews now."
Andrews started grumbling as soon as she headed over to him. "Injun lovers, all of ya. Leaving honest Christian men to rot while ya fuss over a couple murdering redskins."
"Andrews, you will keep a civil tongue in your head, or I will leave you to rot until the Army surgeon gets here. And based on my experience of most Army surgeons during the War, he'd rather just cut off both your legs than treat the bullet wounds."
"Ya can't have been in the War, yer too young," replied Andrews doubtfully.
"I went with my aunt and uncle to serve in the hospitals when I was 13," replied Ella. "Sergeant King was one of my patients after Cold Harbor."
Andrews thought a moment and said politely, "Please treat my wounds, Missus."
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Originally posted by Bill
By the time Dr. Bill got the wagon to the site of the battle Ella had things well in hand. He pulled the team in close to where she had set up camp, opened the tailgate and kicked the bundles of wood off the wagon. With a little coal oil to start the fire he soon had a good sized pot of water heating on the fire for washing. If it got hot enough it would be useful for boiling any surgical instruments that needed to be reused.
He pulled the first bag out of the first aid box and carried it over to Ella. "I got here as soon as I could. This one has extra sterile bandages, instruments, and so forth. I’ve got more morphine, chloroform, dilute carbolic acid, and other supplies in the wagon. Though I’m not sure we’re going to need much more,” he added looking over the devastation. “Any idea who did this?” he asked.
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Originally posted by Ella
"Scarlet and Fritz have been questioning the troopers. I think Tensleep has been riding the perimeter looking for clues. I don't know what they have found out yet," replied Ella. "Whoever went through to take the supplies and equipment shot every trooper in one or both legs. Some of those bullets broke bones."
She shook her head sadly, "We can set and splint them, and hope for the best. If the bones don't start healing cleanly, the army surgeon can deal with any amputations later."
She led Bill over to one young trooper. His leg was bandaged, but Bill could see the distortion in the thigh.
"Samuels, this is Doctor McDowell. We're going to set your leg now. It will be easier to do if you are asleep, so I'm going to give you chloroform to make you sleep," Ella told the trooper soothingly while Bill went back to the wagon for splints. She laid a piece of gauze over his nose and mouth and carefully dripped chloroform onto it. "Now just breathe deeply," she urged him, while keeping one finger on the pulse in his neck.
Once he was unconscious, Bill held him motionless while Ella pulled and rotated his leg until she felt the bones click back into alignment. Then Bill tied the splint into place while Ella held the leg.
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Scarlet had been on both sides of an ambush often enough she could see what had happened by the hoof prints. The slide marks and flat spot told her one of the horses had fallen trying to scramble up the side of the hill, the footprints told her it was most likely one of the Army horses. She didn’t have to close her eyes to hear the screams of men and horses trying to escape dynamite blast.
From where she sat she could see Johnny and Tensleep looking around where the outlaws must have been hiding.
As Scarlet rode back to the camp she wondered if the outlaws would be the type to keep riding or would they hang around to see what the results would be of their ambush.
She pulled Lucky to a stop next to where Rebecca sat and slid off of him.
Rebecca looked over her shoulder, noticing how Scarlet was adjusting her gear as she placed it neatly on the ground next to him. Rebecca knew by the way Scarlet’s gear was placed she could have the horse saddled and be on his back in seconds.
Scarlet said nothing as she brushed her horse and watched Rebecca talk softly to Wolf Song until he feel back to sleep.
“I was never any good at this…….being surrounded by death I mean.” Rebecca said softly looking up at her friend. “You’ve always seemed to take it in stride….like you were comfortable with it.”
Scarlet looked at her horse. His hair shined like he was ready for a presentation to royalty. “I just find things to occupy my mind.” She said sitting next to Rebecca. “You have always been better at the comforting part.”
Rebecca took a ragged breath. “I’m scared for them Scarlet. What do you suggest I do for that?”
“You take a moment for yourself. Get some air, I will watch the boys.” Scarlet said.
Rebecca stood and walked quietly. Although it seemed like she’d been running since she arrived here it felt good to just walk for a moment.
Scarlet watched her friend go thinking of what she could do next keep herself occupied, soon she was cleaning Sean’s pistol.
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Three broken bones later, Ella stretched and said, "That's all we can do medically. Let's get camp set up. We need a big tent for all the troopers and a smaller tent for the boys. Blue Feather is likely to be fevered tonight, and might disturb the troopers with delirium."
Bill heard what Ella didn't say - that the presence of the boys would remind the troopers that they had been attacked by Indians.
They walked back over to the wagon where Ella took charge of the cookware to start soup for supper.
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There was a certain nervous energy about the camp. Fritz couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Perhaps it was the darkness creeping in...Or maybe the inexperienced troopers voicing their concerns. Lord knows they hadn’t seen as much as he had...as much as this posse had. He hoped they never would. But war and death came like old friends…often unannounced.
He knew there were enough men and guns to man this perimeter. Bill always had a few toys handy that were excellent combat multipliers. They didn’t need him here. And as the senior soldier present, he had to take care of his men.
Fritz walked over to Scarlet, who was just pushing the cylinder pin back into her borrowed Colt.
“Think you can handle this bunch?”
He could hear the cylinder spinning in the semi-dark. “You know I can,” she replied, as she screwed the pin in place. “What’s on your mind?”
“Someone has to tell the fort that the patrol is down. If not, they’ll send reinforcements in the morning.”
Scarlet stood, reloading the revolver. “I don’t like the odds,” she said. “You don’t know what you’re up against.” There was concern in her voice.
He put his hands on her shoulders. “It’s my responsibility,” Fritz said simply. “I’m still a soldier, despite the fact that I don’t always wear the uniform.”
“Do you really think he’ll listen to you?” Considering his most recent run-in with Colonel Troutman, he wasn’t sure.
“I’ll have to take my chances.” He kissed Scarlet gently. She hugged Fritz fiercely.
“You better come back in one piece!” she chided.
Fritz grabbed his borrowed Winchester and mounted Buddy.
“I will,” he replied.
As Fritz rode out of camp, he whispered, “I hope.”
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Fritz rode through the night. He didn’t fear it, as he knew they would. Men like that would be holed up somewhere, drinking and whoring. They’d celebrate their “success,” while good men died in the dark.
As he rode, Buddy’s hoofbeats echoed across the moonswept landscape. It sounded as if a whole squadron of cavalry rode with him. Sometimes, on nights like these, he heard their voices across the void. Men who’d fought and died with him from the Plains to Appomattox and back. Fritz knew he’d join them one day...
...but not tonight.
Fritz topped the rise, and caught the light of the fort. He slowed Buddy to a trot, the a walk. When he was within 200 yards, a voice called out, “Halt! Identify yourself!” Fritz heard the metallic click of hammers pulled back into battery.
“First Serge...damn. Sergeant Fritz King to see Colonel Troutman!”
The Officer of the Day called back, “Stand and be recognized!”
The gates opened, and a young lieutenant stepped from the gloom. Two sentries stood at either side, their Springfield rifles trained at Fritz’ midsection.
“You’re out of uniform Sergeant. State your business.”
“Sir, I have information about one of your patrols. I need to see the Colonel immediately.”
The young man laughed. “If you think I’m gonna wake the old man for you, you’re crazy.”
Fritz dropped from the saddle and stood toe-to-toe with the man.
“Listen sir, your patrol is down, men are dead and dying, and I DON’T HAVE TIME TO BE JERKED AROUND!!!” The lieutenant instinctively stepped back.
“Let this man pass,” he said sheepishly. “Corporal of the Guard, wake the Colonel, and tell him he has a visitor.
The coffee was dark and bitter; probably this morning’s brew. But Fritz was thankful to get it. His gauntleted hands held the tin cup, steam rising from it. The Corporal of the Guard stoked the fire and lit the lamps in Colonel Troutman’s office. Fritz looked at his watch…10:13 pm. He hoped Scarlet and the others were okay.
Exactly thirty minutes later, Colonel Troutman strode into his office, fully dressed. He purposely ignored Fritz, and closed the door. Ten minutes later, he heard the Colonel say, “Corporal, send that man in here.”
“I heard him,” Fritz replied. He stood, removed his hat, and entered the office. He came to attention and said, “Sergeant King, reporting as ordered, sir.”
Colonel Troutman sat at his desk, shuffling through a stack of papers. Not looking up, he pointed to a chair in the corner near the stove. Fritz did as he was bid.
“Now,” Troutman said, “why are you out of uniform?”
Fritz was taken aback. “Sir, I have informa…”
Troutman cut him off. “You’re on my post, reporting to my office. You wake me up in the middle of the night, and you’re not in uniform. Why?”
Fritz stood and took a deep breath. “While patrolling with the Marshal’s service, one of our agents found one of your patrols; an eight man unit led by a Corporal. They’d been ambushed.”
“Where?”
“Just south of Devil’s Mountain” was Fritz’s reply. “Three of them are dead; two more are in rough shape. The others should survive with care. Our doctors are tending them now.”
Troutman slammed his fist on the desktop. “Damn the Comanche! We should eradicate them all!”
“Sir, we’re not sure the Comanche conducted the ambush.”
Troutman bellowed “Who else could it be?”
“We don’t know sir,” Fritz replied. “We’re conducting an investigation as we speak. Sir, we intend to transport the victims to the Southern Starr. We have enough facilities to care for the wounded…perhaps even to autopsy the dead. We’ll have answers for you soon.”
“I’ll send a reconnaissance patrol at first light. We’ll catch those savages.” Troutman looked to his paperwork. “Thank you for the information…that’s all Sergeant.”
Fritz saluted. The salute wasn‘t returned.
“Sergeant…”
“Yes sir?”
“The next time you conduct business on my post, you’d better be in uniform.”
“Sir,” Fritz said, “I am serving as a Deputy United States Marshal for the Territory. A uniform could be detrimental to the performance of those duties.”
“Then why are you carrying a military sidearm?” Troutman pointed at the big Colt on his right hip. “If you are performing purely civilian duties, you will not use or carry government property. Surrender your sidearm immediately.”
He couldn’t believe his ears, but he did as he was told. He’d practiced. Under Starlet’s tutelage, he’d grown faster. Troutman nearly fell out of his chair as the big pistol cleared leather. Fritz quickly reversed his grip, and slammed the revolver squarely on the desk blotter.
“Request permission to speak candidly, sir,” Fritz said through gritted teeth.
“Granted.”
“This has nothing to do with the current situation.”
The Colonel looked up. “What do you mean?”
“1864…the Shenandoah,” Fritz said. “You‘re still mad.”
“What???”
“You’re still mad the Captain Schurmann picked me over you.”
“Liar!” Troutman replied.
“You were a young lieutenant, fresh out of West Point. You were green. I’d been with the unit since well before the war. Captain Schumann didn’t trust you. It wasn’t personal; it was professional.”
“I don’t want to hear this.” The Colonel peered at his paperwork.
“Sam,” Fritz said, “I’m not here to steal your command. That was then…this is now. I have two years to go and then I’m done. I want to serve those years honorably. Let us do our jobs. Keep your patrols away from Devil’s mountain for twenty four hours. If we don’t have an answer for you by then, it’s your call.”
Troutman asked, “Are you done?”
“That’s all sir.”
“Then get the hell out of my office.”
Fritz closed the door as he left.
Troutman stared at the revolver.
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Rebecca had helped in every way she possibly could. Now the tents were up and the patients resting as comfortable as they possibly could. She had run out of things to occupy herself with so she paced in front of the boys tent.
Mr. Dawg yawned as his eyes followed her back and forth.
“What are you watching for?” She finally asked Scarlet, who after doing all she could too help had come back and sat at the back corner of the tent.
“Anything that moves.” Scarlet said softly as she watched Lucky pin his ears at Rebecca. “You need to wipe that thought out of your mind.”
Rebecca looked at her friend who hadn’t even looked her way. “What thought?”
“Blue feather is in no shape to ride.” Scarlet said as a matter of factly as she turned to her friend. “Ella says so.”
A look of defeat crossed Rebecca’s face.
“You know Black Wolf will want the life of the man who took his brother’s.” Rebecca watched Scarlet closely. “but that is not what worries you and the comment about Blue Feather. I’m not the only one that is thinking disappearing into the darkness would be a good thing.”
Scarlet said nothing but the look on her face told Rebecca she was right.
“You think that Colonel will use the boys to flush Black Wolf out?”
Scarlet stood. “If his man Fields doesn’t kill them first.” He was the one man she knew of that hated Indians more than Troutman.
“So what you’re saying is Blue Feather could die if we move him or they can die if they stay. Hell of a choice don’t you think Scarlet.”
Scarlet looked at her friend who stood in front of her wearing Scarlet’s gun rig. Rebecca Valentine was a fighter when she had to be or when somebody pushed her far enough; and a good one at that. Scarlet could remember a time when Rebecca would close her eyes before she pulled the trigger, but it hadn’t taken her long to stop that. She’d followed Scarlet through hell and back because she was the only friend Becca had at the time. Looking at her now Scarlet new Becca would trade her life for that of the boy that lay inside.
“Here comes just the person we need to talk to.” Scarlet said seeing Ella approach.
“Ella I think it would be a good idea to take the boys home. Before the other soldiers arrive. If you thought Blue Feather could be moved we’d go now.” Scarlet said softly.
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"He cannot travel now. He needs too much help fighting fever. If he lives through the night, we can load him into the wagon with Wolf Song and send them off at first light. Doctor Bill can drive, and Becca can come along to translate," answered Ella. "Wolf Song actually can ride, but only for short periods of time, so it would be better to have Wolf Song help Blue Feather in the wagon."
She sighed, "I had planned to use Doctor Bill as a front for talking to army medical personnel who show up to take charge of the troopers, but he's the best one to drive. He ought to be able to talk a army patrol out of searching his wagon."
A yell from inside the tent interrupted her. "Speaking of fever," Ella said, ducking into the tent, followed by Becca and Scarlet. Blue Feather was thrashing around, alternately moaning and yelling. Wolf Song was trying to soothe him but looked relieved at Ella's entrance. She touched his brow. "One of you, please fetch a pan of cold water. The other one, translate for me," she ordered, pulling bottles and tins out of her pockets. "Wolf Song, please help me give him this medicine. It will reduce his fever. When a pan of cold water gets here, we are going to wash him with it to help pull the fever out."
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Becca ducked inside the tent with Ella while Scarlet went for the cold water.
Rebecca listened to Blue Feathers ramblings for a moment.
Ella could hear him repeat the same words over a few times.
“He speaks of an evil spirit that has taken the form of a man with white eyes and hair.”
Becca took the boys hand and tried to tell him he was safe from the spirit here. When he quieted for a moment Rebecca looked back to Ella.
“If you need Dr. Bill here what about Johnny, he could drive the wagon. If we were to take the boys back to the ranch. I doubt the soldiers would try to stop him on his own place. I’m afraid we couldn’t get him all the way to his own home in a wagon. He’d have to travel the last part travois.”
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"Johnny would be a good choice for driving the wagon. I think Blue Feather is better off at the Starr for the next week or so, until he heals enough to ride," Ella paused in thought, then continued. "Although that is only my arrogance talking, and wanting him in my care instead of trusting him to his own people. I know the kind of medicine the army doctor probably practices, and don't think much of it. But I don't know what Black Wolf's healers can do. My grandmother's learning came from her Indian grandmother as well as her doctor husband. Will you teach me their language, so that I might go study with their healer sometime?"
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Tensleep and Johnny had circled the ground where the ambush took place from the time they arrived until it was too dark to see the ground. They had widened their circles until they were out a quarter mile from the men who lay dead and dying. When it was too dark to tell anything about the tracks and sign they both turned to the makeshift camp.
After tending their mounts and grabbing coffee the two men settled away from the fire to talk.
"Johnny I don't like it, not one bit! There ain't no sign of indians except the boys anywhere. This ambush was a try at makin' it look like the Comanche did it. The ground is cut by hoss shoes where that cavvy was tied. All tha sign I see is men in boots or brogans. Hell of it is I still don't have a clue as to why they did it. If they wanted hosses they could have raided the Starr and got a bigger bunch just gatherin' mares." Tensleep sipped his coffee and dug out his pipe.
Johnny sat and starred into his coffee cup.
"You didn't see somethin' that I missed did ya?"
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Rebecca suppressed a smile. “I’ve seen what the army doctors can do and I’ve wondered at times where they learned their medicine. I don’t think you’re arrogant Ella, you’ve never seen the work of Black Wolf’s healer. He is good, but he lacks the modern medicines that you have. You would like him though, and I think he would like you.
Someone once told me if you can learn and understand the ways of another world, even if you don’t agree with it, you are better for it. Sometimes you can pick out something and combine it with your own techniques too.
I would be honored to teach you the language.” Rebecca said as Scarlet came through the flaps with the water and clean cloths.
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”I don’t believe we missed anything.” Johnny replied. “I can list you reasons why I figure it’s not Black Wolf even if it was Indians, which this doesn’t look like.”
Johnny sipped his coffee and considered the question as to why for a moment.
“You ever seen an Indian attack Tensleep?”
“In my life, I have been on both sides of those kinds of attacks.
Ridin' scout for the army... an' with tha Shosone attackin' tha cavalry...
neither is very purty, lots o' folks killed both ways.” Tensleep replied.
Johnny half smiled. “Sioux myself, although I’ve studied a few more tribes than that. So you and I know it’s a bloody mess. What if we got some sick individual who wonders what something like that looks like? Or we got somebody knows Troutman is going to see dead soldiers and Indians and spend months and manpower following that idea instead of following the tracks the thieves made. And” Johnny was now brainstorming out loud. “you will be sitting right under his nose spending money at the local establishments while the good Colonel is getting his men slaughtered riding pell-mell into Devil’s Mountain. Plus if the Indians come after you they are going to be to busy with the Army on their trail to worry bout you.
If you stole horses from the Starr that crazy ol’man lives there is gonna follow the tracks of the stolen horses regardless if he thinks they are white men, red men or yellow men.” Johnny took another sip of his coffee and looked into the darkness. “So my question is not why but where are they? Spendin’ money in town and waiting for the drama to unfold or putting miles between us’?
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Ella got Becca and Scarlet started using the cold water to pull fever heat out of Blue Feather's head and body.
"I need to get the troopers settled for the night," she said, rising. "I'll come back soon."
She walked over to the hospital tent, entering at the end farthest from Andrews. His attitude grated on her nerves, and forcing him to civility was more work than she needed.
"How are you doing, Johnson?" she asked an older trooper with a broken leg.
He smiled at her, "Can't complain, missus. I heared the Injun boy yelling. Never know wound fever to set in so fast."
Ella replied, "His wounds are a couple days older. You sound like you know some doctoring."
"Been an orderly helping the fort doctor a bit. You sure could teach him a thing or two."
"Thank you, I've had good teachers. Here's a dose of morphine to ease the pain enough to let you sleep," she said, handing him a white pill and a cup of water.
She continued through the tent, administering morphine as needed, and checking bandages. John Smith was still alive, against the odds, but still unconscious.
"About time you got here," grumbled Andrews. "How can anyone who claims to be a Christian waste time on crazy Injuns while good white men lie here suffering..."
Ella interrupted his rant. "I am not a Christian. You hear the sounds of a boy delirious with fever because his wounds went untended for days, and have no pity. May you be doomed to suffer what you do not pity!" She made some strange gestures and said, "Let it be so!" then turned on her heel and left the tent.
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Fritz picked up the Winchester, and walked out into the cool night air. It had droped a few degrees since he'd rode in. Buddy was waiting; it almost seemed as if he was smiling. "Damn...thinking like Scarlet now," Fritz thought. He hoped she was okay.
He was about to saddle up, but something was nagging at him. It took Fritz a moment to realize what it was. The big Colt was .45 caliber. The Navy was .38 caliber. And his prairie belt was loaded with .45-70 rounds. He cycled the action on the rifle. The chambered round spun briefly in the air. Fritz caught it, and rolled it in his hand.
"Damn....44-40."
Fritz knew he wouldn't last long in a firefight. Not unless he did something to even the odds.
Fritz led Buddy towards the Quartermaster's office. He knew Keith would be awake. He could smell the coffee.
"Figured you'd be back," Keith smiled. "Want some java?"
Fritz smiled. "Yep, but not the irish stuff. I've got some riding to do yet."
"You know where it is...help yourself."
While Fritz poured a steaming cup, Keith Gaines went to the armory. He came back carrying a familiar piece of hardware.
"You looking for this?" Keith asked, handing over the Trapdoor carbine.
"Somehow you seem to know exactly what I need, when I need it." Fritz opened the action, and sliiped a round into the chamber.
"You're not dressed right," Keith said. "Wait here."
The tin cup had cooled enough to sip from. Keith returned with an old greatcoat, and a carbine sling. "This one's too worn to be repaired. I was gonna give it to Rosie for patches, but it should keep you warm tonight."
"You're gonna have to find another charity once I retire. Thanks Keith." He buttoned the coat up and slipped the sling over his shoulder.
Keith looked outside. "I see you got a new mount."
"Nope," Fritz replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Just one I trained."
"YOU...TRAIN a HORSE?"
Fritz mounted up, and slid the barrel of the Trapdoor into the carbine socket.
"You'd be surprised what you can do, with the right motivation." Fritz shook his friend's hand. "Thanks pard."
As Fritz rode off, Keith yelled, "You still owe me for that Sharps you know!"
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Rebecca sang softly while she and Scarlet worked, Wolf Song was soon sleeping. Blue Feather seemed to stop yelling and thrashing for the moment but still moaned or spoke of the white eyed man.
“I wonder if Blue Feather could identify any of the outlaws from some of the wanted posters in John’s office?” Rebecca said after a short time.
“Probably, he’s always had a good eye for details.” Scarlet said leaving out the “if he makes it.” That passed through her mind.
Rebecca looked at Scarlet then down at herself. “We look like hell.”
“I gave dad extra clothes.”
“When Ella comes back maybe we can slip out one at a time and clean up.”
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Ella decided she should get herself a cup of tea and calm down before she went back to work.
"Good evening, Johnny, Marshal," she said with her cup in her hand. "I am afraid I lost my temper with Andrews. He's about the least injured trooper, but he carries on like he's suffering mightily. Well, he's probably not going to want my attention anymore."
"What did you do?" asked Tensleep.
"I hexed him, or at least gave him reason to think I did," replied Ella with a smile that was half rueful, and the other half full of mischief. "Have you reached any conclusions about what happened this morning? I've been puzzling over why the troopers were wounded the way they were, since killing them all would have been easier to accomplish than this cold-blooded, careful wounding. I've concluded that the wounding was intended to cause the maximum delay for pursuit. A patrol looking for the missing troop would have its hands full caring for the wounded, and not have enough men available to follow the trail. Wounded men could talk, so whoever did this probably made sure the troopers didn't see any faces to identify. I wonder if the outlaws planned any surprises for the second patrol, other than Black Wolf's people looking for Wolf Song and Blue Feather."
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Johnny chuckled softly at Ella’s remark about Andrews.
“The soldiers would be headed out to the Starr come daylight. If I were to plan another ambush it would either be right on top of this one. Which means they will have to come back, and we’re right in the middle of it. Or….maybe the cross roads if you were a decent long shot. Question is how well do I know the country and who is it I’m really after.” Johnny was thinking out loud again.
“I imagine the Colonel has made a lot of enemies over the years, that Capt of his too. Could be someone getting even for something.” Tensleep said.
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"Speaking of heading for the Starr at dawn," interjected Ella. "We want to send Wolf Song and Blue Feather to the Starr by wagon at first light. They need to be elsewhere before Captain Fisher or anyone else from the Army gets here. Wolf Song could ride, but only for short periods of time, and Blue Feather can't sit on a horse at all. My first thought was to have Doctor Bill drive the wagon, and Becca along to interpret, counting on Doctor Bill being able to talk any nosy Army folks out of searching the wagon. Trouble is, I was also wanting Doctor Bill here to talk to Army medical personnel, since they aren't going to take me seriously. What do you think?"
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“Ya promise the Army would try to search the wagon?” A evil grin played on Johnny’s lips.
Tensleep started to say something cut Johnny raised his hand and cut him off.
“There’s a backroad into the Starr, not much worse than the main road. Cept I wouldn’t think I’d be stopped by Army, since they don’t know about it. If the outlaws are waiting for them they will miss me. Only one I’d ‘spect to see would be Grey Eagle. I could let Rose know what’s going on leave any instructions with the men and bring back any supplies we might need. Would you need the wagon back Ella or could we pack everything out by horse?”
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"I want the wagon back in case we need to help transport the wounded troopers. I'll write out instructions for Rose on the care Wolf Song and Blue Feather require, and tell Becca. You don't need an interpreter, but would Rose? Besides, I think Becca needs some mothering because she's seen things today that she was not ready to see," Ella paused and sighed, then continued, "I can't say what more supplies we need because I don't know how much longer the troopers are going to be in our care, but another sack of flour and one of potatoes would be useful. It would be helpful if you do see Grey Eagle, so that he can let Black Wolf know where the boys are. I think we should send their uncle's body back to the Starr as well, so's not to remind anyone this was supposed to look like an Indian attack."
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“Rose could use an interpreter. She knows enough to get by if she has to but she’s far from fluent like Becca or Scarlet, and Wolf Song knows some English but he is not fluent either. We can put their uncle on Cloud, that way the boys don’t have to ride with him and if we do see Grey Eagle we can send the body home.” Johnny looked in the direction of the tent. “Becca’s seen her fair share of blood and killing. Maybe this time it has hit to close to home for her. I really don’t think she would want to stay if we asked her to.”
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"If you asked Becca if she wanted to go back to the Starr, she would say 'No' because she thinks she ought to be as brave as me," replied Ella. "But given a need for her to go back, she would accept the assignment with internal gratitude. And given a choice between helping the boys and helping the troopers, she would want to go with her kin."
Ella put down her cup and rose, "Time to get back to work."
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"Rider comin' in!" The call echoed up and down the line. Levers were cycled, hammers pulled back. Johnny and 'Sleep tossed their coffee cups and drew their pistols.
"Damn...Just what I didn't want," Johnny growled. "Yankee Cavalry."
A lone rider came forward. He carried a rifle, and looked ready to use it.
'Sleep called out, "You'd best drop that piece!"
"I do, and Bo won't be happy."
Scarlet smiled. "It's Fritz! Lower your weapons boys!" She ran forward as he dsimounted. Johnny was a bit surprised as the passion he saw in his daughter...but not much.
"You all right?" Scarlet asked.
"Yeah," Fritz replied. "I bought us some time...not sure how much."
Scarlet noted the empty holster. "What happened?"
"i was reminded of my place. We'd better move."
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Ella entered the tent with the boys just before the "Rider coming in" call rose outside.
Scarlet exclaimed, "Fritz is back" and left the tent.
Ella touched Blue Feather's forehead and smiled, "You and Scarlet did a good job of getting his temperature down. He looks like he'll sleep normally for a while. Why don't you take the rest of the night off, so that you're ready to take them to the Starr in the morning? I'm going to stay here, and write out instructions for Rose about their care." Ella grinned and added, "After all, Rose isn't here to try keeping you away from Tensleep tonight."
Becca actually blushed, before leaving the tent.
Ella settled herself and pulled out her notebook, pen and ink bottle. While she wrote, she sang something that her grandmother had taught her was a song to encourage healing sleep. Blue Feather ceased his moaning in response to the music, looked at Ella briefly, then surrendered to sleep.
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Glad to see Fritz would have been an understatement. Scarlet had tried not to worry when he’d ridden off. She trusted Colonel Troutman as much as she trusted a rattlesnake. It would not have surprised her if the Colonel had detained him for some reason so it was a relief to have him back.
She sighed when he told her he was reminded of his place. Scarlet had once told him to make decisions on what was best for him. At the time he told her she was best for him, there were times she wondered if that was true. She felt he paid a higher price for that decision than she ever had. Johnny had come around and liked Fritz, which was her biggest worry. Some of the men that worked on the Starr had grumbled having a Yankee soldier among them. It had pleasantly surprised Scarlet to hear Johnny had told them they had a choice to either live with it or get the hell off his place. There were times she felt guilty for the changes he’d made to be with her.
“Get something to eat. I’ll take care of Buddy. Not much we will be doing until day break.” She said taking the horse’s reins. Scarlet smiled at him. “I’m glad you came back.” She said softly as she kissed his cheek.
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Rebecca found Tensleep talking over tomorrow’s plan with Johnny. She sat quietly next to him enjoying the sound of his voice while she worried about what the daylight would bring.
Johnny stood and excused himself to go talk with Ella.
“Maybe we should send you and Becca out to sing the outlaws to sleep so we could sneak in and get ‘em instead shooting at them.” He said softly as he came into the tent.
“Tensleep and I been talking about morning. We don’t like the idea of the posse tracking the outlaws leaving you and Dr. Bill here. I kinda figured I could send a few of the boys out as soon as they see us. Would give the posse an earlier start and give you and Bill some back up just in case.”
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"Sounds good. Did Fritz say anything about what the Army is going to do? Are they sending ambulances to collect their troopers?"
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“I don’t know. Scarlet’s right outside.” Johnny said knowing Fritz probably wouldn’t be far from her.
Johnny stepped back and pulled the tent flap open in time to see Fritz headed their way.
“Fritz.” Johnny waved him over.
“Is the Army going to send people to collect their troops?” Johnny asked when Fritz was close enough to hear.
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Fritz walked in through the open flap. In the dim lamplight, Johnny noticed the empty holster on his right hip. To his credit, he said nothing, but it did give Johnny an idea.
"I used to know Sam Troutman quite well. We have some history. His biggest fear is that I'll somehow take his command away from him."
Johnny and Ella gave him questioning looks. Scarlet merely shook her head.
"I think I convinced him to hold off for a day, but who knows what a night's sleep will do?" Fritz took off his slouch and wiped sweat from his eyes. "And there's some new Captain I've heard talk about. I know nothing about him..."
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"If the Army is not sending ambulances tomorrow, then we will move the troopers to the Starr. Johnny, please send 3 wagons back. Make that 4 vehicles - 3 for the wounded, 1 for the dead. We can use a carriage instead of a wagon for the least injured troopers. Check with Doctor Bill before you leave, to see if he needs anything for rigging slings to hold those with broken legs. Scarlet, if you'll please watch over Blue Feather for a while, I'll go check on the troopers again," Ella rattled off instructions, then left the tent.
In the troopers' tent, everyone was asleep, most peacefully. Andrews seemed to be having bad dreams. John Smith was still alive, giving Ella reason to hope that he would survive.
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“Troutman ought to watch Fields if he’s worried about someone being after his command.” Johnny mumbled as he went out of the tent in search of Doctor Bill.
“I’m not used to cleaning up the Army’s mess anymore.” Johnny said half jokingly as he approached Bill. “I’ll be taking the wagon back to get more supplies at first light. Ella has a few supplies she wants when I come back. She suggested 4 wagons to take the troopers back to the Starr and asked me to check with you to see if there was anything you needed for rigging slings. Course we could just take them to the Army and let their own doctors worry ‘bout ‘em. I’d do that but some of those soldiers are good men and are in better hands here or at home than they would be at the fort.” Johnny said taking out the piece of paper with the list he’d started while talking to Ella
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Wolf Song opened his eyes at the sound of the voices. Nobody seemed overly excited as they spoke. Wolf Song laid his head on Mr. Dawg’s shoulders while he watched Ella and Johnny leave. He silently hoped Scarlet would not leave him alone with the soldier.
Watching for a moment he worked up the courage to speak to the man in the soldier’s coat.
“You come to kill us?” Wolf Song asked in the best English he knew.
Scarlet had moved over to check on Blue Feather and looked up in surprise when she heard the boy’s soft voice. Even in the dim light she could see Wolf Song was looking Fritz in the eyes.
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Fritz looked down at the boy. "No," he replied.
Wolf song looked at him intently. "You a soldier." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.
"For a long time now." Fritz unbuckled his gunbelt and liad it on the ground.
Wolf Song sat up. Slowly. "Then you come to kill us."
Dawg watched the conversation, his eyes moving between them.
Fritz unbuttoned the worn greatcoat, exposing his badge. "I work for the Marshal now."
The boy smiled, recognition in the corners of his eyes. "You are Yellow Sleeve! I know of you."
Both Scarlet and Fritz were taken aback. Scartlet spoke first. "How do you know him?"
Wolf Song smiled again. "You come to talk for us now?"
-
“Ella would say you should be resting and Little Fox would say you need to practice your English.” Scarlet said quietly with half a smile as she moved between the two boys so she could watch Blue Feather and listen to what Wolf Song had to say.
Wolf Song’s eyes held a mischievous look, Scarlet knew all to well, as he shrugged his shoulders as if to say he knew but it didn’t matter.
“I will insist you at least lay down.” She said sitting next to him.
Wolf Song shook his head up and down then positioned himself so he could see them both while he laid back and began to quietly speak as not to wake Blue Feather.
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"A man came and visited my father and Grey Eagle. They spoke of the pony soldiers and of the white men. Red Hand spoke of a friend who once rode with the pony soldiers. He left them to follow a wild spirit who wore a star.
Father asked him if the wild spirit had hair the color of the sun and rode a horse the color of darkness. When he said yes, Grey Eagle said he’d seen this soldier with his friend.” Wolf Song pointed at Scarlet and yawned. “They spoke of how the soldier would speak on behalf of the people and the other white men would listen.” Wolf Song’s voice grew softer and he spoke slower. “Red Hand called him Yellow Sleeve.” Were the last words he said before slipping off into his own dreams.
"Apparently Wolf Song has good ears when his father speaks of things he finds interesting." Scarlet said softly as she pulled the blanket up around him.
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He hadn't thought about the vision in awhile. He'd been too busy with life. Maybe he'd just been feeling sorry for himself. Fritz thought back to the night he'd told Scarlet...
They lay in each other's arms, their passion expended. She looked into his eyes, and traced a lazy circle on his chest. With a grin she asked, "a penny for your thoughts?"
Fritz encircled her hand in his. "The day I was wounded, I had a vision."
Scarlet propped herself on her elbow. "Really? Tell me."
"I met your friend Grey Eagle. He showed me a battle. More indians than I've ever seen. More than you could count."
She spoke softly. "Tell me more, Darlin'."
"There were soldiers too. Cavalry. I saw the guidons fall."
She could tell the vision bothered him.
"Scarlet," Fritz added, "what Grey Eagle said made sense. His people die, my people die, and for what?"
She laid her head on his chest. "He said you would speak for his people, didn't he?"
-
His silence didn’t go unnoticed to Scarlet while she checked on Blue Feather. She could tell Fritz was thinking about something and she was pretty sure she knew what.
Scarlet slipped her hand into his and they stepped outside the tent. The night was clear and cold. “Grey Eagle is a good ally to have and he has always been a good judge of people.”
She smiled thinking of the first time he’d seen Fritz. Grey Eagle always asked a lot of questions when he could. He’d not been impressed there was a soldier so close to his home when he’d seen the posse ride into Devil’s mountain. He’d asked her many questions about the people she’d led into the mountain but the soldier held his interest. At first he feared Fritz would bring the others like him back to search for them. She knew the posse had been watched from the time they entered the mountain until the time they departed.
Scarlet had meet Grey Eagle along the river some days later where he told her he thought the warriors that rode with her were pure of heart and good people who were destined for big things.
“Someday you two should take the time to know one another. Maybe I should take you with me when I go down to the river to meet with him.”
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He looked up at the stars. "When I was on patrol, I didn't take time to enjoy them. They were good for navigation, but I never saw their beauty." Fritz looked at his love. "You helped me with that."
"You're welcome," Scarlet replied. "Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, you were meant for something greater than you are?"
"All I've been thinking about is the end of my career. I've been a soldier so long, I'm afraid it's all I'll ever be good for."
She touched his face. "I've heard it said, that when one door closes, another opens. Maybe this is your door."
Fritz kissed her hand. "I'll only go through if you go with me."
They'd wait together for the dawn, and see what it brought.
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Rebecca had curled close to Tensleep saying nothing not wanting to interrupt whatever he had been thinking.
She remembered her first husband. He had gone to hunt for food and come home draped over Black Wolf’s horse. They had been married about three months. The pain of the loss had been terrible to bear, maybe that is why she had not let herself become close to another man until Tensleep. Maybe she had too many secrets and had not trusted a man enough to share her life with until now. She also knew this feeling of fear was part of being the marshal’s wife and she would just have to learn to deal with it.
Rebecca couldn’t wait for dawn to come to get the boys out of there yet she feared leaving the side of the man she loved.
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Tensleep took his blanket and covered Rebecca then slipped in beside her. Her head rolled to his shoulder and she snuggled closer. He reached his arm over and held her feeling her warmth. It was easy to imagine spending the rest of his life like this, but first he needed for her to get used to the fact that he had a job to do.
Thoughts of what was coming tomorrow filled his mind as sleep captured him.
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Combined effort of Fritz & Scarlet
Johnny had the wagon hitched by the time the first rays of light peeked across the Texas sky. He brought the team to a stop outside of the tent where the two boys were and hopped down and walked over to where Rebecca, Scarlet and Fritz were standing.
“Have you figured out who it is that is out there watching us?” Johnny asked looking in the same direction they were. One could barley make out the horse and rider in the distance.
Fritz had spotted movement on the horizon not long ago. What ever it was stayed at a distance and after what seemed like eternity they could finally tell it was a man on a horse.
“It’s Grey Eagle.” Scarlet said.
Rebecca looked for a moment longer. “I think so too.”
“He wouldn’t be out there alone.” Fritz said with a slight questioning in his voice.
“Doubtful.” Johnny paused. “He knows who we are. That’s why we can see him. I’m sure there’s a group on the other side that are with him.”
Becca looked at Scarlet. “Which one of us is going out there?”
“I’ll go.” Scarlet said moving towards Lucky.
“Me too.” Becca said following after her.
Fritz moved to follow but felt Johnny’s hand on his shoulder. “It was always hard for me to watch her ride into the arms of someone who I have always been told is an enemy. I have seen Grey Eagle fight, while I a cautious of my own life around him I do trust him with hers.”
The two men looked at one another for a moment. Johnny knew there was something else on Fritz’s mind. He also knew Fritz was strong willed like Scarlet and experience told him saying “no” would most often fall on deaf ears once their mind was made up.
“If you do go remember no matter how many of ‘em you see on the down side of that hill move slow and don’t draw your weapon. Don’t show fear or anger and don’t say anything unless you are spoken to.” Johnny said removing his hand.
Fritz unbuttoned the greatcoat, handing it over to Johnny. "Give it to the boy. It'll keep him warm. And give this to Bo," he said, passing the Winchester.
The air was crisp as he mounted buddy. Johnny handed up the carbine sling and the Trapdoor.
"You remember what I said, you hear?"
Fritz slipped the sling over his shoulder. "I will."
The women were about fifty yards ahead. Fritz closed the gap.
Grey Eagle turned his horse to face the oncoming riders.
Scarlet slowed Lucky to a walk before she reached him. Rebecca stopped about 20 yards from Grey Eagle and put her hand down for Fritz to do the same.
Scarlet and Grey Eagle grasped one another at the wrist in greeting. He didn’t have to ask, Scarlet just started to tell him what she knew and the boys were safe, she paused before telling him about the death of Black Wolf’s brother.
The three riders with Grey Eagle could be easily seen from where Becca and Fritz had stopped. “They are a search party.” Rebecca said softly to Fritz. “She is telling him what has happened.”
Grey Eagle listened agreeing when Scarlet told him she would bring the body back to him. When she started to speak about taking the boys back to the Starr the tension started to build. The group of riders that were with Grey Eagle began to speak. It was obvious Scarlet and Grey Eagle were trying to ignore what they were saying and civilly discuss the situation.
Rebecca didn’t translate what the others said but Fritz had a pretty good idea it wasn’t something good by the tones of their voices.
Scarlet and Grey Eagle were in the middle of talking about why the boys shouldn’t be taken back to their own home when Rebecca couldn’t stand it any more. She stopped in mid sentence and rode forward.
“It could kill Blue Feather to try to get him to the camp and it wouldn’t do Wolf Song any good either, they need to go back to the Starr.”
Grey Eagle glared at her outburst. “He not your son not your decision.” He growled in English.
Rebecca stopped short and was about to say something else when one of the Comanche broke from their group and approached Fritz, riding in circles around him yelling. The other two braves began to whoop.
Scarlet tensed but her eyes never left Grey Eagle’s who was now watching Fritz with interest.
He'd been around indians most of his adult life. This brave was showing his friends how tough he was. Fritz kept his right hand in his reins, the left resting on the front of his saddle tree.
The pommel holsters were in reach if need be.
The young warrior pulled a stick from his belt. Fritz had heard it once called 'counting coup.' The stick moved in a wicked arc, swinging towards his face. Fritz's left hand came up fast, catching the tip before it hit his cheek. He locked eyes with the brave. For a moment he saw fear, and indecision.
Fritz shook his head slowly. "No," he said, lowering their arms. He released the tip, and put his hand back on the saddle tree.
Grey Eagle looked at the man. He'd seen him before. His vision was strong.
"He mean no hurt you."
Fritz said, "I no touch him, he no touch me." Grey Eagle was more imposing in person.
Fritz rode forward slowly to the young brave. Switching the reins to his left hand, he extended his right to the man.
The brave watched Fritz closely unsure of how to react. He had been with his brothers when they had fought the whites, yet he had seen them also treated as friends. He knew both women and finally decided if this man rode with them and Grey Eagle had not questioned his presence he must be one they would call friend.
The brave put his hand to his chest and held his head proud “Angry Bull.” Then slowly reached for Fritz’s hand.
He smiled, and took the hand. "Fritz."
Angry Bull looked puzzled. "Fer-itz?"
"No," Grey Eagle interrupted. His voice sounded like it came from the bottom of a cave.
"He Yellow Sleeve."
Suddenly all eyes fell upon him. Fritz didn't know whether to be honored...
...or concerned.
The two braves that had stayed at a distance were now talking between them and looking at Fritz.
Angry Bull’s eyes twinkled. He was pleased with the decision he had made to take the hand that was offered. He looked for somebody how could interpret for him as he knew very little English. His eyes fell on Rebecca who was the closest to them.
She smiled as she listened then looked at Fritz. “He wants to know if you prefer to be called by your given name Yellow Sleeve or your nick name Fritz.”
Fritz laughed. He had no idea how to say his name in Comanche. The men knew how to say Yellow Sleeve.
"I'd be honored to be called by my Comanche name," Fritz replied.
Rebecca translated Fritz’s words for Angry Bull.
“Yellow Sleeve.” He said shaking Fritz’s hand one more time.
Rebecca’s attention went back to Scarlet and Grey Eagle, agitation could be heard in both their voices. Before Becca could tell Fritz what was being said Grey Eagle moved his horse towards Fritz.
“Wolf Song and Blue Feather go with Little Fox you stay with Grey Eagle.”
Scarlet spun Lucky around “NO.” she growled.
Grey Eagle stopped his back went rigid. He looked over at her and spoke in his own language.
“It is not a matter of trust Grey Eagle.” She spat back in English. “The soldiers will come and they will NOT listen to me. They may not listen to him but there is a better chance of it.”
Grey Eagle sat looking at her. He knew she was right.
“What I tell Black Wolf?”
“Tell him I will make sure the boys are protected just as you would. Little Fox will be with them and she will make sure one of our strongest warriors helps protect them.”
Grey Eagle took a deep breath. He knew Scarlet was just as stubborn as he was, they could keep at this all day long and get nowhere. She’d told him she expected the soldiers to come and he didn’t want them to know he’d been there.
“I will meet Longknife at the river.” He said to Scarlet then looked at Fritz.
“Will soldiers listen to your words?”
"Scarlet is right," Fritz replied. "They may listen to me. They WON'T listen to anybody else."
Grey Eagle nodded. "You give your word."
Fritz extended his arm. "No harm will come to them. I swear it."
Grey Eagle took his forearm. "Then go."
Rebecca looked over at Scarlet as they rode back to camp. “He never listens to me.”
“He thinks you are to emotionally involved.” Scarlet replied.
Rebecca snorted and kicked her horse ahead.
When they reached the camp Ella was helping Johnny get Blue Feather aboard the wagon.
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Once both boys were settled in the wagon, Ella handed a sheet of paper to Becca, "Here are the care instructions to give Rose. Blue Feather's temperature is probably going to rise with the sun. You won't be able to do anything about it until you get him to the Starr. I alreasy dosed him with salicylate, and hope that will keep the fever from getting too high. I'll be there tonight, assuming we can get all the troopers moved."
Johnny had the body draped over Cloud and Cloud tied to the back of the wagon. Everything was ready for them to leave.
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Rebecca walked over to Tensleep. Smiling up at him she wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed him then stepped back and placed her hand on his chest. “You be careful ya hear.” Her smile although loving told him she was worried.
Rebecca passed Scarlet on the way back to the wagon. “Trade me.” She said unbuckling the gun belt Scarlet had given her earlier.
“You bring him back in one piece Scarlet.” Rebecca said as the two exchanged belts.
“I’ll do my best.” Scarlet said buckling on her belt.
Rebecca climbed on the wagon but didn’t look back as the team moved off at a fair clip.
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Combined effort of Tensleep and Scarlet
As the wagon rolled away Tensleep stepped over to Scarlet. "Found the trail.... and something else."
He held his fist out and slowly opened it as she looked down. Her eyes widened a bit.
"Mornin' sun hit it just right, when I picked it up I could see faint tracks while I was down low. Led me to a spring about five hundred yards away, hidden in them mesquite trees. That's where the hosses was kept...."
"Blue Feather kept talking about a man with white hair and white eyes. Ya know anybody that would fit such a description?" Scarlet asked picking the silver object up out of his hand and turning it over while she looked at it.
Tensleep thought for a minute. "Yep... well heard of him at least. Half Mex, half whatever... called Blanco. Read a report about a raid on a small hacienda over in New Mexico. Seems that two kids had been playing away from the house and yard, the Comancheros missed them. Kids saw what happened. Said that this Blanco was the worst of the worst. Killin', rapin', said he just walked up and tore ah baby out of his mother's arms and smashed his head then shot the mother. Sounds like an hombre muy mal."
"They become the worst of the worst when they hit home Tensleep. All of 'em trying to out do the one that came before him." She placed the silver rowel back in his hand. "Those kinda people used to scare me." She said softly looking off into the distance. "Now it's just an irritating feeling that falls into some empty cold spot that sorta leaves me ill while it heightens every other sense I have." She looked over at him. "I've known a few like him. Somehow I don't think we'll be lucky enough to walk into the cantina, catch him off guard 'n blow his heart all over the bar. He's going to make us work ta catch him."
"So do you know if he's the type that has moved on or is he out there watching us?" She asked.
"He's out there... he wouldn't have left anybody alive if he didn't have something in mind. My guess is that he wants the army in the field. He must need guns or horses or something." Tensleep chewed on his pipestem for a minute. "Might want the army away from the fort for some reason. Wonder what kinda guns they got stockpiled at that fort?"
"Fritz be better one to answer that than me. Lookin' to borrow something?" Scarlet said with a look that said good luck.
"I thought that too Scarlet. Naw, not really, don't want to borrow anything, just interested in what it might be that Blanco wants." The Marshal was looking out onto the plain.
"Man that is usta killin' doan do it, that tells me that he has some reason."
"If I was gonna sneak into the fort I'd go alone, maybe one other and it would be to take the life of an enemy or free someone outta their jail. If one was to be after guns you'd have to take a wagon or bring one out at least. To do something like that I would want most of the troops in the field. Unless you thought they'd bring the particular gun you were looking for." Scarlet sighed "We'll be sitting right in the middle o' that mess ya know."
"Kinda what I was thinkin'. We need to find ah place where we kin get up some an' take ah look at tha lay o' tha land. Know anyplace like that 'round here?" Tensleep's eyes were sweeping the land.
"How far you want to see and what ya particularly looking for? There are a few good tall trees. I don't know what you could see from the mountain. On a clear day you can see the fort from there. There's a few spots of high ground round here."
"I'd like to see tha fort an' what's around. Let's find a tree first."
Scarlet was about to say something when they both spotted the dust from a group of riders.
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The patrol moved up in column of twos. Both the guidon and the colors were unfurled. Their pace was slow and easy, as if they had nothing to worry about. Fritz noticed the mountain howitzer and the Gatling gun bringing up the rear. He wondered if it was the same one he “borrowed” some months back. Leading the column was a young Captain. “Fields...he must’ve been in grade school during the war,” Fritz thought.
“Prepare to dismount!” The command was echoed by the NCO’s down the line. “Dismount!” The men moved smartly, like on the parade field. They hadn’t been out long enough to be tired. They were all young and fresh.
The Captain strode purposefully to the perimeter. “Sergeant King, front and center!”
Fritz moved forward without thinking. Immediate obedience to orders…
He rendered a proper salute, which was briskly returned. Captain Fields said, “I’m here to take custody of your prisoners.”
“There are no prisoners sir,” Fritz replied. “Just wounded.”
“Nonsense. There are some savages mixed in with the ranks. I intend to take them back to the fort for interrogation.”
“Sir,” Fritz began. “They’re boys. They’re not even old enough to go out on a war party.”
“Nonetheless, you will surrender your prisoners to me now.”
Fritz was growing angry. “Sir, I gave my word that these children would not be harmed…that they would be taken back to the Southern Star and cared for.”
“That was your mistake,” Fields quipped.
‘Sleep had been listening, and slowly making his way over. “Can I do something’ for you Cap’n?”
The Captain turned in his saddle. “No, Marshal. I’ve ordered Sergeant King to surrender his prisoners to me.”
‘Sleep walked up to Field’s horse. “There ARE no prisoners. And if there were, Fritz has no authority to surrender them to ANYONE but me.”
The Captain’s hand slowly moved toward his holster. “We could TAKE your prisoners, of course.”
‘Sleep’s hand rested on the butt of his Colt. “You could try. Just know that you’ll be the first one to die.”
Captain Fields mulled over the words a moment, slowly moving his hand back to the reins.
“Sergeant Carter!”
At that, a young noncom walked over. He stood a pace to the left and to the rear and rendered a salute. “Sir,” he replied.
“Sergeant Carter, place Sergeant King under arrest.”
Scarlet had finally had enough. She stepped forward and said, “On what charge?”
“Failure to obey a lawful order. Take his weapons.”
Her Colts left their holsters hammers cocked. The muzzles were inches from the Captain’s face.
“You’re not taking him,” Scarlet growled.
Fritz put his hand out, and lowered the muzzles. “Scarlet…don’t.”
She looked at him as if in shock. He unbuckled his prairie belt, handing it to her. Fritz unhooked the carbine from its sling, passing it over as well. “I’ll go with you, on one condition,” he said.
“Name it.”
“That you allow these people to escort the wounded back to the Southern Star unmolested.”
“Done. Now, get on your horse.”
Fritz mounted Buddy, and turned towards the column. Scarlet grabbed his reins. “Why are you doing this?”
Fritz leaned down and kissed her. “I’m keeping my word. Make sure the boys get home safe.”
-
She wanted to tell Fritz he’d just made a deal with a snake. She wanted to tell him her job of making sure the soldiers got anywhere safe was that of the Cap’n and his troops.
Scarlet’s feelings were twisted up with thinking whoever rode with patrol would be a target of the outlaws. After taking a moment to bury feelings, logic told her it would be better if they didn’t have to worry about the wounded while they were under attack, not that Fields would. In her current state of mind it was best to say nothing so she just turned and walked away.
As Scarlet passed him the Captain spoke.“When Colonel Troutman told me there was going to be a wedding, I have to admit I was curious to know who was foolish enough to try and fill Travis Corbin’s boots.”
Scarlet stopped briefly. “You were a pathetic excuse for a man and you are an even more pathetic excuse for a soldier.” She sneered then continued to pass.
The suppressed amused look from the man on his right didn’t go unnoticed by the Captain.
His mind raced. He had tried to force her before to take him to the Indians. That was before the army, the mob he had ridden with didn’t like going to the C-C. Travis Corbin was too respected, or feared, depending on who you were, amongst the men he had been with then. Now was different, these were his men. He had Fritz, disarmed at that, he had leverage in the situation. Nobody here was big enough to pick him up and crush him like Travis had, something his ribs reminded him of every cold morning.
He stepped off his horse and covered the ground between them in long strides as he thought about picking her up and putting her on her horse and making her go with them.
“I need someone to scout…” He said as he put out his hand to grab her by the shoulder.
She stopped short and spun to face him almost causing them to collide.
“Don’t” She growled.
He wasn’t sure if it was the tone of her voice, which sounded like a cornered animal to him, or the look that could have frozen the flames of hell, which caused him to jerk back his hand and take a step back to put a bit of distance between them.
Scarlet had been irritated by the way the man had ridden in and handled the situation the way he had. His move towards her made her temper flash.
“If you touch me, I will view it as an act of aggression. Rest assured I WILL defend myself and I doubt you will be as lucky as you were before.” She growled between gritted teeth.
He didn’t like the fact she had now insulted him more than once in front of his men who he knew without looking were all eyes and ears.
“Miz Corbin, you have a total lack of respect for the army. I was only going to ask your help in the situation.” He said trying to remain calm.
Her look told him she knew he was lying. “No, you’re wrong there. It’s not the army I have a problem with. It’s you. Your father was a good man, a good soldier. You must be such a disappointment to him.”
Andrew Fields clinched his jaw tight as Scarlet continued.
“The Corporal that rode with the men that lye in that tent was a good soldier. There are others that lye in there.” She said pointing her finger towards the tent “that are good soldiers.”
“These men I speak of would have at least asked about their fallen comrades. Would have said thank you to the woman who puts her life in danger for them and stayed up all night making sure they didn’t suffer and die.”
She looked him up and down as she circled him. “You on the other hand, ride in here dragging your big guns, no help for the fallen, only hoping to take prisoners, and since you can’t find Indians to take back you arrest one of your own. You don’t even know who did this, nor have you taken the time to inquire.”
The Captain stood in shock mostly. He was used to pats on the back for jobs well done. He was used to being chewed on too, but this, this was somehow different.
“You, Captain Andrew Fields.” She said coming to stop looking him in the eyes again “are a disgrace to that uniform.”
“Very well executed personal attack.” He retorted.
Scarlet stepped up so the were nearly touching, her voice low. “Here’s the personal part Andrew. The people that did this, we kind of figure are after the guns you have with you. Hell, maybe they know you because you are predictable. If they attack your patrol and Sergeant King dies because of your piss pour judgment. My suggestion, if you do not die with them, is to take that service revolver, put it in your mouth and pull the trigger.” She stepped off leaving the Capt. there to mull over his thoughts.
Passing Sergeant Carter, Scarlet stopped and handed up the belt and the carbine Fritz had given her. “If you are attacked at least have the decency to let him try to defend himself.”
-
Ella had come out from the hospital tent on hearing the patrol arrive and witnessed the arrest of Fritz. "Why did that officer think there were supposed to be prisoners here?" she wondered. She doubted that Fritz would have mentioned the boys to Colonel Troutman.
Good thing that Johnny and Becca had left at first light, and that they had taken the man's body as well, so that Grey Eagle had gone. The last thing this situation needed was for Grey Eagle and his companions to run into this patrol.
It didn't look like the patrol included any assistance for her, so she returned to the tent and continued changing dressings. Once the wounded were settled at the Starr, she would be able to take a nap.
-
Fritz smiled. “Good girl,” he thought. The longer Scarlet delayed the patrol, the more likely the others would make it back to the Star safely. By the way she spoke to Fields, it was obvious he and Scarlet had history. He’d have to ask her about it sometime...if they ever let him out of the stockade.
His pride wounded, Captain Fields made his way back to his mount. “Prepare to mount...MOUNT!”
Fritz fell in at the rear of the column, just ahead of the artillery. The troopers who rode the mounts controlling those pieces were no more than kids. The one towing the Gatling turned to look at him.
“Are you old enough to shave?” Fritz asked. The boy blushed and turned away.
The trooper pulling the howitzer asked “who the hell are you?”
Fritz shook his head. “Does your mommy know you’re wearing a soldier suit?”
“I wouldn’t run my mouth so reckless if I was you. You’re not heeled.”
He had a point, but Fritz didn’t care.
“Forward...YO!!!” The patrol moved out.
He looked at Scarlet. She blew him a kiss.
Captain Fields was furious.
-
They took a circuitous route back to the fort. Going overland would be much quicker. Captain Fields had, in Fritz’s opinion, erred in taking the artillery pieces along. His “show of force” had impeded the march, where speed was of the essence. An experienced officer would’ve known this.
Fields dropped back as the column advanced. “So, how does it feel riding in the back?”
Fritz looked over. “Not bad, really.” He knew Fields had meant it as an insult, but it was nice being in the company of soldiers once again. Additionally, it put someone with experience near two valuable pieces of ordnance.
“You know you’re riding to the stockade, don’t you?”
Fritz smiled. “You’re welcome.”
Fields was confused. “What do you mean?”
“By coming in with you,” Fritz replied, “I probably saved your life. If I hadn’t stopped her, Scarlet would’ve killed you.”
“That woman is a cold-hearted assassin,” Fields said.
“Then you obviously don’t know her. She’s the kindest, gentlest, most giving soul I’ve ever met. She saved my soul when there was no hope left in me,” Fritz said. “She’s also the most passionate woman I’ve ever known. I’m a very lucky man.”
“She’ll break your heart! That’s what she does!”
“We’ll agree to disagree on this point.”
Disgusted, Captain Fields rode to the head of his column.
-
One of the soldiers eased up next to Fritz. "What he really wants is a scout that can and will take him to the indians that live round here. Probably would cut you a good deal if you could do it or get somebody else to take him."
-
“That’s not me,” Fritz replied. “From what I know of these people, all they want is to be left alone.”
The rider moved back to his position.
“Is it true? What they say about you?”
Fritz turned to the trooper pulling the Gatling gun. “Depends on what they’re saying. What’s your name son?”
“My name’s Willis, sir...Anson Willis.”
“They call him ‘Handsome Anson,’ ‘cause he’s so pretty,” retorted the trooper pulling the howitzer. Fritz ignored him.
“So, Trooper Willis, what are they saying about me?
“They say you’re a war hero. You served in the war, became an officer even.”
“Yes son,” Fritz replied. “That’s all true.”
Willis asked “why did you quit? Being an officer, I mean.”
“Simple,” Fritz said. “Because I’d rather be an outstanding Sergeant, than just another officer. An officer can get by on his men. But a Sergeant has to know his stuff. An old Sergeant once told me that, and he was right.”
“And now you’re the old Sergeant...no offense,” Willis said, blushing.
“None taken. I’ve been in the army for over eighteen years now. Someday I’ll retire, and you’ll be the old Sergeant.”
“Nah,” Willis replied. “I don’t intend to be a soldier my whole life.”
“I didn’t intend to either son,” Fritz said. “But it’s been a good run. And when I retire, I’m not gonna curl up and die. There’s a life beyond my uniform, and I intend to live it.”
“He’s full of crap, Handsome. Don’t listen to him. He’s...”
The trooper’s head exploded. Fritz heard the report...
...then all hell broke loose.
-
The first shot spooked the horse pulling the howitzer. It broke from the formation at a gallop, its dead rider falling from the saddle. A second shot boomed. Fritz figured it for a buffalo gun...probably a .50 caliber Sharps. Trooper Willis reined in, his face in shock. It probably saved his life. The round meant for him smashed into his mount’s head, killing it instantly. Then fire erupted from the left flank. “Lower caliber, probably Winchesters,” Fritz thought, reaching for his Navy...which of course, was gone.
He was unarmed.
Captain Fields screamed “Ambush left!!!” He wheeled his mount and drew his pistol. “Lead element on me! CHARGE!!!”
A dozen troopers came about as the trumpeter sounded the charge. Fritz had seen this before. He knew the charge was doomed.
Fritz leapt off Buddy and pulled Willis to his feet. The boy had a saber strapped to his saddle.
“Is that thing sharp?”
“Yes.”
“Then cut the traces loose! We’ve got to get this gun in action!!!”
Horses thundered across the open valley. The sound of the bugle filled the air. Guidons flapped in the breeze. It was very romantic.
The Winchesters volleyed from the treeline. Men and horses fell. After the second volley crashed, riders appeared and countercharged. They were headed for the riderless horse, haplessly pulling the howitzer.
Fritz yelled over the din. “Form skirmish lines!!! Load...CARBINES!!!”
The remaining troopers took a knee, feeding rounds into their Springfields.
The riders closed on the field piece.
“Ready...Aim...FIRE!!!”
The line burst into read flame. A third of the enemy fell, but still they came on.
Fritz and Willis manhandled the Gatling into position. The boy pulled a magazine from the caisson. Fritz snapped it into the gun.
“Fire at will!!!”
The line erupted again, more of the enemy falling. Fritz spun the crank. The Gatling came to horrible life, chewing at man and horseflesh in equal parts. Divots of earth flew skyward.
His attention was focused on the countercharge. Fritz didn’t see the two riders entering the opposite side of the field. They reached for the horse’s loose reins. Fritz swivelled the gun.
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK.
“Dammit! Give me another magazine!!! KILL THOSE SONSABITCHES!!!
The troopers fired as fast as they could, but to no avail. The riders were running hard, and were almost out of range. One looked back, his hat falling on its stampede string. A shock of white hair fell loose. His skin was the same color. Fritz could tell he was smiling.
“Cease fire! Cease fire! They’re out of range!”
Fritz mounted Buddy. “Trooper Willis! Keep that gun loaded and ready. I’m going forward to check the wounded.”
“Yes Sergeant!” The boy wore a new confidence on his face. He’d seen the elephant, and lived.
Fritz stopped at the first casualty. It was Sergeant Carter. He had two holes in his chest. His dead eyes peered skyward. Fritz took his gunbelt off the dead boy’s saddle.
The Guidon bearer was next. He was dead too, still clutching the staff. He didn’t let it fall.
He heard the cries of the wounded. Of the dead, only silence.
Fritz reached Captain Fields. He’d been hit in the right shoulder, and twice in the thigh. He’d bled a lot, but wasn’t dead. Fritz pulled his canteen from his saddle. Taking a knee, he offered it to Fields.
“...Sergeant Carter...?”
“He’s dead, sir,” Fritz replied.
“Then...you must...”
“I’ll get you home sir.”
“This...isn’t over...” Fields passed out.
“Nope...guess not,” Fritz said.
He hoped Ella and the rest had heard the shots.
-
Scarlet was trying to busy herself by helping break down camp while she waited for the men from the Starr to show up. It looked as if it would be Tensleep and her following the trail of the outlaws but they had agreed not to leave until Ella and Dr. Bill had back up.
She jumped at the faint sound of gunfire she’d been listening for and ran for her horse.
“Be careful!” Tensleep yelled as she rode past.
Out of the corner of her eye Scarlet caught Ella coming out of the tent stuffing things in her pockets.
Ella followed right behind Scarlet who picked up speed at the pounding sound of the Gatling gun.
Then the sound stopped. All the gunfire stopped. Scarlet and Ella slowed their horses and swung a wide loop so they could come in under cover. Scarlet slowed Lucky to a jog. Ella pulled Diamond along side. Scarlet pulled her sharps from its boot and began to load it. The two women exchanged looks, both hoping they weren’t too late and hoping they wouldn’t hear the gun fire of the outlaws possibly walking among the downed soldiers like they probably had the first time.
Scarlet and Ella could see men walking among fallen men as the rode into view. Scarlet shouldered the big rifle but looked over the sights.
“Looks like all soldiers.”
“I agree.” Ella replied.
Scarlet’s eyes were searching beyond the group of men into the tree line just beyond them.
“I see Fritz.” Ella said causing Scarlet to lower the rifle and rest it on the saddle horn as they rode in.
“Sir.” One of the men said to Fritz pointing to the two incoming riders.
“It’s alright son.” He replied watching the familiar figures riding towards them.
Ella stopped at the first fallen man.
Scarlet rode up to Fritz her eyes continually scanning the surroundings for something that shouldn’t be there until Lucky came to a stop.
She looked down at him he could tell she was relieved to see he was alright. “Someone once told me they thought I had nine lives like a cat. You have a unique way of scaring them right out of me.” She smiled at him then looked back across the landscape. “I don’t have to tell you we need patch them up and get them outta here quickly. I’m guessing we have enough time for the outlaws to lick their own wounds then they will be back for what they missed.”
-
The first fallen man was dead. So was the second. The third was barely alive with a sucking chest wound. She slapped a dressing on the wound, and moved on to the next.
The next ten minutes were a blur of blood and death. Bandage anything bleeding fast, murmur a brief prayer over the dead, and move on to the next. Don't think, don't feel, let training and experience move her hands. Depend on Scarlet and Fritz to watch for outlaws coming back. Just keep moving.
Until she looked up to spot the next victim and couldn't see one. It was time to go back to the ones who needed more care most urgently. Then it was time to extract bullets and disinfect and stitch up the wounds. No broken bones - that was a mercy, since the Army doctor was likely to amputate any limb with a bullet-broken bone because he wouldn't know how to prevent infection and gangrene from setting in.
-
The patrol limped home. Those who could ride did. Those who could not were pulled in travois behind their mounts. The Gatling gun rode centered in the column, a trooper riding the carriage. The gun was loaded and ready.
Fritz rode at the head of the column. A pace to the left and rear rode Trooper Willis, proudly carrying the guidon.
The sentries opened the gates and the troopers passed inside. Colonel Troutman stood at the hitching rail, his face clouded. He stood in disbelief as Fritz and Willis dismounted. They walked to the colonel, and delivered the guidon.
Troutman asked, “what happened?”
“Sir,” Fritz replied, “the troop was ambushed. The enemy was repulsed, but not before the loss of the mountain howitzer. Captain Fields led a charge...”
“A CHARGE?”
“...and was wounded by enemy fire. The troopers deployed in skirmish line, and stopped their countercharge. But the howitzer was taken by an albino.”
Troutman thought hard. “How did you come to be in the column.?”
“Captain Fields wanted prisoners. I had none. Only wounded. So he arrested me for failing to obey an order.”
“Damned fool,” Troutman replied. “I never ordered him to take any prisoners.” He looked at the guidon. “In light of the circumstances, you’re free to go.”
“Sir, you need good NCO’s. Trooper Willis kept his head under fire. He’d make a good Corporal.”
“Consider it done.” Troutman walked into his office, carrying the guidon. He returned carrying a Cavalry Colt. He handed it to Fritz.
“I hereby reinstate you to your previous rank. 1stSgt King, thank you for bringing my men home.”
Fritz saluted. This time, the salute was returned.
“Thank you sir.”
Troutman said, “I thought you’d forgotten where you came from.”
“Never sir,” Fritz replied. “Just because I wear a badge, doesn’t mean I stopped being a soldier.”
Troutman smiled.
“Bravo Fritz...bravo.”
-
Scarlet and Ella took a different trail back to the camp than they had ridden in on, their horses moving at a quick but easy pace.
“Ella.” Scarlet looked over at her friend. “My gut instincts are telling me they’ll be coming for you. I have a feeling we’ve been being watched and with them being wounded they may want a doctor. Be careful going back to the ranch.”
-
"I will be careful. At least the plan for going back to the ranch involves 4 vehicles, so there will be several drivers," Ella paused, worry creasing her face. "The trouble is, these guys are ruthless and would not hesitate to kill everyone around me if they thought they needed to. Maybe it will be best if I ride a little away from the wagons so that they don't have to murder the drivers and the wounded troopers to catch me. The hard part is going to be for me to get away from them once their wounded are patched up,and before they decide they don't need my services anymore."
Ella sighed, "Refusing to treat their wounded is not an option. That would violate the healer's oath I swore to my grandmother."
-
Scarlet half smiled in understanding at Ella’s comment.
It would be interesting to know what they were planning to do with the heavy artillery. Ella could find that out easy enough just by listening if they caught her, but getting her away from them would be the hard part. Scarlet figured Ella was correct in her thinking; men like this would just kill her when they were done with her.
“How opposed would you be to the idea of not riding with the wagons at all? I know you wouldn’t want to leave before them, but once they are loaded, get on that horse, take the back trail and make a run for it?”
“Dad will most likely bring extra men n horses, one of them could ride with you or I could ride with you and catch up with the Marshal later.”
“If I thought I could convince you to leave before the wagons do I would say we just keep riding now?” Scarlet said hopefully because she liked that idea best. She figured the outlaws were at least behind them and not had the time to figure how to capture Ella should they want her.
-
"Marshal's going to need you with him as soon as he heads after them," replied Ella. "I am willing to head out before the wagons leave, but I need to be there to get the patients loaded. Besides, I hadn't finished morning rounds when we left. I left Johnson in charge with Sean to act as his hands and legs, and do wonder how much trouble that caused."
-
“I didn’t think I could get you to keep riding but it was worth a shot.” Scarlet replied. “I’ve been trying to figure out what those outlaws would want heavy artillery for. I’ve come up with a few ideas. Either they are going to rob a train or ambush a large patrol coming in with payroll or something.” Scarlet glanced over at Ella. “You haven’t heard talk on the wire of a large payroll coming in or perhaps some outlaw they would want to free while you’re watching the telegraph for Patches have you?”
-
“First Sergeant, I need your help.” Troutman looked at him expectantly.
“What can I do for you sir?”
“I need senior leadership. I plan on leading an expedition to recover the mountain howitzer. I could use a man with your experience.”
“Sir,” Fritz replied, “I think it’s best to speak about this matter inside.”
“Very well,” Troutman said. “Corporal Willis, see the men tend to their horses.”
The boy smiled and saluted. “Yes sir!”
Once inside, the Colonel pulled a bottle and two glasses from his desk. He poured two fingers in each glass, and offered one to Fritz.
“Speak your mind.”
Fritz raised his glass and took a sip. Sam’s taste in bourbon had improved.
“In the last couple of days, you’ve lost about twenty men killed and wounded. That’s about fifty percent of your compliment of effectives, right?” Troutman nodded.
“If you take the men out after this albino, you’ll be leaving the fort virtually undefended.” Fritz drained the glass. “You do that, and he’ll come after all the ordnance in the fort.”
Troutman asked, “don’t you think the troop can handle him?”
“Sam, right now, all he’s got is the ammo in the caisson. Once that’s expended, he’ll have to abandon the gun. If you go afield, he’ll draw you into ground of his own choosing. He’s hit your people twice. What makes you think he’ll stop?”
Sam Troutman emptied his glass and put it down. “So, what do you expect me to do, let him run rampant with my gun?”
“You have to play by the rules Sam...my people do not.”
“Your people...that posse you ride with?”
“They’re men and women of good character. Give us a chance, and I’ll roll that howitzer back in here myself.”
“If you can’t catch him, then you’ll join me in combating this threat?”
Fritz shook his hand. “Done...if I survive that is.”
-
"No, I haven't heard anything. That kind of chatter on the wire mostly takes place late at night, and among telegraphers who have known each other a while," replied Ella. "Patches is on that grapevine. She might have said something to Bill, though. You should ask him when we get back."
-
Scarlet nodded her head in agreement with Ella.
The next few miles were silent each women lost in her own thoughts.
“What drives a man like that?” Scarlet kept asking herself. “Hate? Power? Money? Fame? If it was her what would she do? Tensleep had told her the kind of outlaw this man was. So far she thought him a bad one, but nothing set him apart from some of the others she’d dealt with, except the possession of Colonel Troutman’s artillery and the wounding of a good part of his men. That leaned her towards hate with out talking to someone to find out if there was something in the fort he wanted. She could relate to hate very easy. What would I do? Scarlet thought to herself one more time, a sinister grin parted her lips and her dark eyes danced with a wicked sparkle.
The sound of Ella’s voice saying “There’s Bill.” brought Scarlet back to the here and now.
She rode over and dismounted. Bill looked at her with question in his eyes. “They were hit hard. Outlaws got the mountain howitzer. The troop faired better than these people though. Fritz took the wounded to the fort.”
“Bill has Patches said anything to you about chatter on the wire, anything that might be of interest to this outlaw. Like the Army receiving a big payload or escorting some outlaw headed this way?”
-
When Fritz left the Colonel’s office, the men looked at him differently. He was no longer an unknown quantity. The troopers had seen him under fire. They nodded as they passed. He saw Willis and smiled. The young man took to his duties as a duck takes to water. Willis saw him and approached, carrying his carbine.
“First Sergeant, I think this belongs to you,” he said, handing the Springfield and sling over. Fritz chambered a round, and slung it over his shoulder
Willis asked, “What’s your next move?”
“I’ve got to get back to the Southern Star. Let them know what happened. If we’re gonna catch this albino, we’ll have to move quickly.”
“Sir, might I suggest sending a telegraph message to the Star?”
Fritz smiled, knowing his thoughts on Willis were dead on. “That’s a good idea. Where’s your telegraph office?”
***
After sending his message, Fritz mounted Buddy. A voice from behind called out, “now Sergeant, weren’t ya gonna come and see ol’ Rosie?”
“Yep,” Fritz replied, “but I’ve been a little busy as of late.”
Rosie handed up a bundle tied in brown paper. “Will ya be wantin’ for me to sew them lozenges back on?”
Fritz handed her some coins. “How did you know?”
Rosie smiled. “It’s a small post. And nothin’ gets by ol’ Rosie!”
Fritz turned Buddy and headed for the gate.
-
Bill’s expression turned somewhat confused. He knew Patches would have told something like that to Scarlet, Ella and the Marshal, probably in that order not counting himself. “No, she’s not said anything.” He said realizing Scarlet had been away a good day longer than the rest of them.
“Thanks” Scarlet said almost disappointed then went back to helping prepare things to be moved. As she worked she turned different ideas over in her mind as to what the next move of the Albino might be.
She wasn’t sure how much time had gone by before she heard the rattling of the wagons. Looking up she noticed extra horses following the wagons and chuckled to herself when she realized the horses were the ones they often used when they were racing. Something Johnny sometimes denied knowing about and had told her he’d better never catch her racing the wagon teams. The drivers were all men she had raced at one time or another.
Scarlet looked questioningly at the first man as he pulled the team to a stop. He grinned back. “Boss said he needed volunteers to drive the wagons and we might have to make a run under fire. Told us to pick our own teams and own shotgun riders.”
Scarlet shook her head and laughed softly. “One of these days he won’t be able to stand it and he’s going to come out there with his own team. Ella is over there.” Scarlet pointed in Ella’s direction. “She’ll tell you what she needs done.”
“Yes ma’am.” The driver said with a tip of his hat.
“Can’t you ever have a boring day?” Jimmy asked as he rode up.
“Not many.” Scarlet replied glad to see him. “I have some ideas I want to talk to you about.”
-
It was slow going. Fritz had to go overland. He knew the Albino would be watching the trails, and probably had an ambush set. A mountain howitzer loaded with cannister would be devestating to anyone who got near it.
He saw smoke in the distance. Too close to be the posse; hopefully, they were already home and safe.
HOME...it had a good feel to it.
Something caught his eye. A broken branch where none should have been. The grass had been trampled a bit. "One rider," Fritz thought, pulling the big Colt from its holster. Buddy's ears pinned back. He nickered. Fritz smelled the blood a little after Buddy had. He cocked the hammer.
The rider had moved erratically, almost as if he were drunk...or badly wounded. The blood droplets got larger and more pronounced. Then Fritz saw it. Both the horse and rider were down. Neither moved.
Fritz dismounted, approaching slowly. It could be a trick.
"Nope," he said, lowering the hammer. Fritz felt a tinge on his left side. He knew what a big bullet could do. The exit wound was massive. The horse had run as far and as fast as he could. He died where he fell. The rider had lived a bit longer, but was trapped under his mount. His wound hadn't been immediately fatal, but the falling horse probably pushed already shattered ribs thorugh his organs.
"Not a pretty way to die," Fritz said, holstering the Colt. The rider was no more than a boy. His dead eyes looked skyward...just like Sergeant Carter's had. Fritz closed the boy's eyes, and whispered a prayer.
"May God forgive your sins."
Fritz went through the boy's pockets. Not more than a few coins. Riding with the Albino hadn't made him rich. He stripped off the gunbelt. There was a little ammo, and a short-barreled Colt. He'd heard these called a "banker's" or "storekeeper's" model. Either way, the boy didn't need it anymore. Fritz pulled the rifle from it's scabbbard. It was a '66, and in pretty good shape. He chambered a round, and lowered the hammer. Lastly, he pulled the saddlebags, and slung them over his shoulder.
Fritz looked towards the smoke.
-
Ella was glad to see Jimmy arrive with the wagons. He was her first choice as escort for a run back to the Starr once the wagons were loaded. She returned her attention to getting the wounded stowed in the wagons. Doctor Bill was busy devising ways to stabilize broken legs for transport. A wagon bed was usually a bouncy, uncomfortable ride at its best.
Tensleep came over to see how the loading was going.
"Marshal, I think everyone should go back to the Starr with the wagons," said Ella. "Patches might get some useful information from the telegraphers network while others are getting a good night's sleep. We can also use the telegraph to try getting Fritz released to come with us."
-
Johnny was helping ready the wagons to head for home. The looks on Jimmy’s face and the hand motions, the pacing between he and Scarlet caught Johnny’s attention and he went over to them.
“What are the two of you discussing?” He asked, knowing it had to be in depth and interesting from what he had seen.
“She is nuts. They have places for someone like you.” Jimmy said looking at Scarlet.
“You can’t deny it couldn’t be done. You can’t deny one of us could do it.” She replied.
Jimmy turned to Johnny “Scarlet wants to know if we can get into the Fort. Not through the front gate mind ya. She wants to scale the wall and sneak in.”
“Why?” Johnny was right, this was interesting.
“Maybe I want to kill Andrews and get Fritz out of whatever hole they’ve put him in. They’d never expect it.” She said off handedly.
Johnny stared at her wondering just how serious she was. “It can be done. A hook on the end of the rope.”
“No hook.” She interrupted. “Here’s what I’m thinking, Jimmy can free climb on one side of the guards who patrol the back wall and I can take the other side. Once up there we’d kill the guards on the wall and sneak into the fort.”
“You’d do better if you had a diversion.” Johnny said.
“Give me a good one.” She replied.
“You wouldn’t kill the guards on patrol unless they aimed to shoot Fritz at dawn. So tell me what we’re really talking about.” Johnny said.
“Ok.” Scarlet half smiled. “I’m wondering if there’s something in the fort those outlaws want. How would they get in. They’ve got the Howitzer now, that would be useful, but you still have to get in.”
“Johnny said they had dynamite, blow a whole in the wall. Why go through all the trouble of sneaking over the wall. That’s a lot of trouble.” Jimmy said.
“Come on Jimmy. If you really wanted in and you wanted to be known as one of the only outlaws to take a fort, it’s Colonel and whatever else is in there?”
“Still need a diversion so you’re armed guards are in one place.” Johnny said realizing she was putting herself in the outlaws shoes. He’d taught her to catch ‘em you think like ‘em and she’d become good at it.
“Tell me a good one.” Scarlet said.
“Whores and whiskey.” Jimmy said.
“Some one claiming to be chased by the outlaws and wanting help.” Johnny replied.
Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Not hideous enough. He’s shot up two troops and not killed most of them, just left them here to die. What does that tell you about him gentleman?”
“Any of the soldiers missing uniforms?” Jimmy asked.
Scarlet had to think about that, most had been missing their gear. “Yes there were a few that were missing boots and shirts.”
“They have any prisoners?” Johnny asked.
“Not from this group or the group they jumped on the way back to the fort, why?” Scarlet asked.
“You wanted something worthy of this man. If I were him and I wanted a diversion, I would take one of them soldiers, light him on fire and kick him towards the front gate. Even if they didn’t come running out to try to help you got a diversion, you’re over the wall and inside.” Johnny said.
Jimmy grinned at the thought.
“If they did happen to come out to help we or he could shoot his way in, or maybe the two that are now inside could get what ever it is they want and get out. Maybe whatever it is hasn’t arrived yet and they are going to take control of the fort, pretend to be soldiers when it arrives.” Scarlet said.
Jimmy and Johnny both looked at her like she was insane.
“How many soldiers are left in that fort now? So far been pretty easy pickin’ them off.” Scarlet said.
“Are you getting a bit elaborate?” Jimmy asked.
“Let’s not forget I’m out of my ever lovin’ mind.” She grinned “and I think I want to stand apart from all the other outlaws. Give ‘em something they’ll never forget.”
“heh” Johnny snorted.
“I’m sure I’ll think of something else along the way, already wondering about robbin’ a train.” Scarlet replied.
“Looks like the wagons are about ready to go. I’ll be taking the old road behind the line shack home. I figured Ella and I could stop there and rest the horses if we need to.” Jimmy said.
-
Ella had come over to let Jimmy know she was ready and caught the end of the conversation.
"You think he's going to try to take the fort?" she asked. "I wonder if that was part of his idea in wounding the first patrol. If the Army didn't collect them soon enough, he might have planned to come back for them a day later, pretend to be good Samaritans, and take them to the fort. Carrying wounded ought to get his whole band through the gate. I'm afraid that is another use for me that he might dream up - as a decoy to get a few of his men in as my escort. Whether he might want to grab me to treat his men depends on him caring enough about his wounded."
-
Fritz low crawled as close as he dared. He'd tied Buddy off far enough that the voices of the other horses wouldn't make him respond in kind.
Looking through his glasses, Fritz realized this Albino was an organized man....probably a war veteran like himself. There were twenty-five horses tied off to a picket line. There were cook fires and fires for boling water. The water was for the wounded. Cleaning wounds. There were at least five men under a fly tent. Someone tended their wounds, but they were obviously in pain. Fritz figured all they had was rot gut whiskey for the pain. A group of five men cleaned weapons, and there were lots of them. Rifles, pistols and shotguns of all types were laid out in neat rows. The Albino sat under the shade of a big oak, with the mountain howitzer by his side The caisson was unlocked, another man checking the ammo. They were experienced. Fritz remebered what he'd heard of Quantrill and Bloody Bill Anderson. He wouldn't have been surprised if some of these rode with him.
He'd seen enough. Fritz backed slowly towards Buddy.
-
“That’s hard to say if he cares about treating his men or not.” Johnny replied to Ella. “He could still try to grab the wounded. Guess we’ll know soon enough.”
Jimmy turned to Ella and started to tell her about the trail they would be taking and where she would find some extra guns if he didn’t make it to the cabin with her.
Everyone readied themselves to move. Jimmy and Ella would go the same time as most of the wagons, none of which would take the main road. The wagon that would take the most logical way back to the ranch would go next. That wagon held a surprise of it’s own should the outlaws try to stop them. Then would come Tensleep and Scarlet taking their own trail some place between everyone.
-
He moved slowly down the hill, making as little noise as possible. If the Albino were as smart as Fritz thought…
“Damn.”
The sentry has Buddy’s reins in his hands. To his credit, Buddy made no sound. But Fritz could tell he didn’t like being handled by a stranger. The man had his back turned. Fritz estimated he was about twenty yards away. He moved slowly to his feet, pulling the stag-handled Bowie from its sheath. The sentry was speaking to Buddy in gentle whispers, trying to calm him. Fritz crept closer…fifteen yards…ten…He noticed the man was wearing a fair-weather Christian belt, with a military flap holster. He must’ve stripped it off a dead or wounded trooper. Seven yards…
He was still talking to Buddy, when the sentry realized the horse was looking over his shoulder.
“What the…Shit!!!”
There was no time. The sentry tried to pull his pistol, but the flap was still closed. As he struggled with the unfamiliar holster, Fritz flipped the knife in his hand and threw it for all he was worth. The blade sank to its hilt in the sentry’s chest. He sank to his knees, making gurgling sounds.
It was a fatal wound…but not immediately so.
Fritz rand forward, clamping his right hand over the sentry’s mouth. With the left, he twisted the Bowie’s blade and pulled it out. Fritz watched the eyes go dead. He eased the body to the ground.
There was no time to mourn. He’d have to move fast, or he’d suffer the same fate…
…or worse.
-
Jimmy looked back over his shoulder. Nothing could be heard, but the feeling someone, or something was out there kept prodding at him. There was no dust trail following them, course if Scarlet and Tensleep were back there she’d be following hard ground so there wouldn’t be any dust but the nagging feeling had kept him alive before.
“Ella when we get to the tree line make a run for the shack, if you hear shots keep riding for the house, if you don’t I’ll meet you there.” he said.
-
"Don't you dare get killed trying to keep them from taking me. l need you to help me escape after I patch them up!" replied Ella, leaning forward more so that Diamond picked up her pace.
-
Jimmy chuckled at Ella’s comment, watched as she moved off, then stopped next to one of the trees. Taking out his eyeglass, he stood in the saddle and looked across the countryside. Finally he spotted two riders, one dressed like a soldier. Jimmy watched the two men riding towards his location at what seemed like a slow pace; the one dressed like a soldier leaned over and grabbed the other one who had slumped forward.
Jimmy was wondering just what to think of the scene when he spotted three more riders coming at a gallop. He jumped down from his horse and loaded his rifle. Skeptical of the whole thing he pondered what kind of an act would the outlaw put on to get close to them, certainly a wounded man would get Ella’s attention.
Once the rifle was loaded Jimmy balanced it over the horse’s saddle while he looked through the glass again. The three riders were closing in on the first two.
The soldier looked exhausted, his mount was not in much better shape. The man scrambled for his weapon. Jimmy recognized the distressed look of a man who had just realized his weapon was useless. They were now close enough Jimmy recognized the other man as Terrance J. Scott.
Terrance J. Scott was probably the only Yankee soldier Jimmy had put in his sights and not fired upon during the entire war. Jimmy had needed an escape route and Terrance J. had bartered with his life. The two men were curious about one another and had become friends after the war. Terrance was proud to tell everyone he carried on a family tradition of scouting for the army.
Jimmy watched as the soldier through down his gun and reached for T.J’s reins urging the two exhausted horses into a gallop. Jimmy could hear one of the three riders yelling. “Kill the soldier he could blow the plan apart!”
He pulled the trigger sending one of the riders spinning out of the saddle. He heard the report of Scarlet’s sharps as another one went down. The middle rider changed direction only to be hit by what Jimmy was sure was Tensleep’s rifle.
Jimmy swung into the saddle and rode out to where the soldier was trying to pull T.J. from his fallen horse. The man never looked up although Jimmy was sure he knew he was being watched.
Jimmy stepped down and took hold of the horse’s reins and pulled the horses head around so he’d roll to his belly. The soldier looked at him with eyes that held fear and shock.
What ever had happened to the two men must have been bad Jimmy though looking back at him.
“What’s you’re name soldier?” Jimmy asked to which the reply was a blank stare.
The soldier stepped back as Jimmy hosted T.J. onto Moonshine.
“You going to kill us?” The solder finally asked.
“No. I’m gonna take you to see a lady that can help you both.” He said hoping Ella was in no danger of her own.
As Tensleep and Scarlet rode up the solder gave them the same blank stare then looked at the ground before they noticed.
“Where’s Ella?” Scarlet asked Jimmy from the back of her slowing horse.
“She was headed towards the shack. I told her if she heard shots to keep riding for the house.” Jimmy replied.
As Scarlet let Lucky pick up speed Jimmy yelled. “Tell her we got two more.”
Scarlet hoped Ella was ok as she rode off.
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Diamond flicked her ears at the sound of gunfire, while Ella urged her faster, and toward the house instead of the shack.
The line shack seemed like a potential trap, but the trail to the house passed right by it, and the terrain around it didn't offer any other paths.
Suddenly, there were two horses and riders blocking the trail. With her mind racing, but her demeanor calm, Ella pulled up.
"Got wounded for you to tend, missy," said the dark one, with an expression that was probably supposed to be a friendly smile, but looked more like a threatening sneer.
"That's my job," Ella replied bravely, keeping her hands visibly on the reins, while two other riders came up from behind her. One took the pistol out of her crossdraw holster, then the other took the reins out of her hands.
The men formed up with two men ahead of her, one leading Diamond, and the other two following. Ella sat erectly on Diamond's back, watching for opportunities and weaknesses. The fact that they had left her untied was hopeful.
She tucked her left hand into a pocket, pulled out a shuttle and started tatting. As long as there were men following, dropping the shuttle and trailing its thread was too likely to be noticed. Besides, while the trail only went one way, there was no advantage to leaving sign.
-
Jimmy glanced over his shoulder towards where Scarlet had gone, something still wasn’t right. That tense feeling he got that sat right between his shoulder blades was stronger than ever.
“What’s you’re name Captain.” He said to the soldier.
The man said nothing which irritated Jimmy.
“Your name and rank soldier.” Jimmy barked as he stepped close.
The man’s eyes grew wide. “J…John Smith.” he sputtered.
“Rank!”
It never took long for Jimmy’s temper to flare when he thought he might be wasting time.
“Captain.” The man said remembering what Jimmy had called him.
“How is it you’re wearing the wrong uniform Captain Smith?” Jimmy growled as he pulled his revolver and stepped out of the man’s reach.
The man went immediately pale looking at the insignias on his shirt.
“You are no horseman, you nearly run those horse’s to death. You’re no soldier, you don’t even know what man’s uniform you’re wearing!” Jimmy said pulling the hammer back. “Who the hell are ya?!”
Jimmy knew this man was no outlaw; he didn’t have the grit for it.
This man shouldn’t even be in Texas Jimmy thought to himself.
“Protect ‘im James.” whispered the man that sat on Jimmy’s horse.
“T.J.” Jimmy backed up against his horse, his eyes never leaving the man in uniform. “tell me your assignment. My family’s taking fire and we don’t know why.”
“He knows.” the man slipped back into unconsciousness.
T.J. wasn’t dead but he’d lost a lot of blood. He needed a good day of rest and some stitching before he’d say much of anything that made sense.
Jimmy looked at John Smith. “Did they not teach what to say or did you just fail under fire?”
The man said nothing and looked down. He could see the face of the man at the last post who had put him in the uniform then they’d gone over what he was supposed to tell people who asked. It was some long saying that included a military rank and some company name that only confused the man.
“You’re life is spared for the moment Captain.” Jimmy said sarcastically to the man in the Corporal’s uniform. If T.J hadn’t said protect the man Jimmy would have left him standing there and gone after Ella.
-
Ella continued thinking about when, where and how to leave sign. Deciding that leaving some mark that she had been here, and was untied would be useful, she cut off the piece she had been tatting, and let it fall. She joined the ball and shuttle threads together and started a new motif.
She didn't have white pebbles to drop like Gretel, but she could leave a trail of tatted snowflakes.
-
Scarlet pulled Lucky up, the tracks of five horses was easy for her to spot. The fact they didn’t go towards the house told her Ella had been captured. Scarlet tilted her head back and let out a deep sigh as she thought of her options.
“They are on my playground and I know where all the trails lead and where the advantages are.” Scarlet thought to herself then wondered how far behind her the marshal or Jimmy might be if they were back there at all.
Scarlet cautiously rode up to the line shack making sure nobody was there before she approached. Once inside she checked all the hiding spots for anything that might be useful. She came up with a jar of moonshine, and a tomahawk, leaving the revolvers and shotgun where she found them.
Scarlet left the shack and followed the trail of the five riders. The trail would split in the rougher terrain, if she got lucky Ella might leave her a sign of some kind and it would be the right fork. Scarlet could get above them on the other trail and hopefully help Ella get away before they met up with the main group of outlaws.
“Talk to me Ella.” Scarlet whispered as she followed the trail. Then not far from where the trail would split Scarlet saw it, a small white snowflake. She hoped she’d see them go to the right soon.
-
Ella had been riding Diamond regularly the last few months. The communication between horse and rider wasn't as detailed as Ella had with Ruth using a dressage saddle, but there was enough. Diamond responded well to Ella's posture, leg and voice signals, so there was no need for a bit to amplify signals from the reins.
Given enough time to cut or unbuckle the bridle, the man leading Diamond would have hold of reins going nowhere.
-
Fritz backtracked as far as he dared. He knew He’d have to break off and hit the main trail, or else go all the way back to the fort. He’d kept below the ridge line and out of sight, but eventually, he’d have to break cover, and expose himself. He drew back the hammer on the ‘66 and topped the ridge.
There was a single rider down below, head down, looking for sign. Fritz smiled. Only one person he knew sat a horse like that.
“Scarlet.” A smile crossed his lips as he eased the hammer down.
Her head came up at the sound. Her reflexes were exquisite. The Colt came up, hammer back, sights on target in one quick movement. Her eyes went from slate to sunlight.
“I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Her lips curled in that mischievous grin he loved so much.
“What did you do...break out?”
Fritz rode down slowly as she holstered her pistol. “No. It’d take too long to explain. Suffice it to say We’ve got trouble. I’ve seen their camp.”
“It’s worse than that,” Scarlet replied, handing something over. Fritz turned a snowflake in his gauntleted hand.
“They took her?”
“Kinda...what do you know about them?”
Fritz handed the snowflake back. “There’s at least twenty five of them, not counting any patrols or outriders. They’re well trained, and extremely well armed. Some of the younger ones are green, but the majority are old hands...probably from the war.”
“Do they have your cannon?”
“Yep,” Fritz replied. Their leader, that Albino, is sitting with it under a tree. “
Looking at the ‘66 and the gun belt slung across his saddle, Scarlet said, “I see you have some new toys.”
“Their prior owner doesn’t need them anymore.”
Then Scarlet saw the blood. “Yours?”
“No,” Fritz answered. “The prior owner. He was killed by the Gatling...it just took awhile for him to die. I had to kill one of their sentries.” Fritz stared at his hands. “It was a close-up kill.”
Scarlet saw the look. She put her hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
-
“Will be.” Fritz said with sigh.
There were times Scarlet was thankful Johnny had taught her about being numb to killing. What he hadn’t life had, but there were times she had questioned what that made her.
She knew Fritz had asked the same questions, as long as he had the feeling he had now she felt he was in no danger of being a killer. As for herself, at least she had not lost compassion for those she loved and she hoped he could see it in her eyes now.
“We’ve got to get Ella out away from them before they reach camp and before they come looking for you.” Scarlet said softly then kicked Lucky forward.
When she saw the snowflake on the right fork Scarlet moved Lucky out at a fast pace on the higher trail, Fritz following close behind. They moved fast enough to get ahead of the outlaws and find a good ambush spot.
Scarlet took the snowflake Ella had dropped and made her way too the trail; carefully she hung it in a tree hoping Ella would see it and know someone was close, then made her way back to where Fritz was.
-
When Ella spotted her snowflake hanging above the trail, she felt comforted by its message, "Friends know where you are."
She put her tatting away and pulled out a small mirror, which she used to check on how observant the two riders behind her were being. They were watching the areas beside the trail carefully, and the rear one was frequently looking behind, but neither was paying any attention to her.
She leaned forward and loosened the bridle. A firm jerk on the reins would pull the bridle off completely, or she could flip the bridle off in a second.
She pulled the tatting back out, to maintain her cover while she waited for her friends to make their move.
-
Scarlet and Fritz had chosen a spot wide enough in the trail for Ella to get around the outlaws if she was able to get away from them.
The man leading Diamond carried a long range rifle, Scarlet guessed if he heard one he’d be more inclined to be searching farther out for a target. It might only give them a few more seconds but it was better than someone who would focus closer like the two in back were.
“You take the one behind Ella, then the one leading her horse, I’ll take the other two.” Scarlet whispered.
Fritz shook his head in understanding.
Scarlet paused before she moved. “I only think it would be to our disadvantage to announce ourselves and ask them to surrender.”
Fritz half smiled in agreement. “Be careful.” He whispered as the two separated.
“You too.” She mouthed.
Scarlet had chosen a place that would make the sound of the rifle echo along the trail; it would be difficult to tell where the shot was fired from. She figured if the rider in front made a run for his friends it would bring him closer to her, if not she could reload the rifle. By taking out the two riders in back it would give Ella a chance to head back the way she had come and she would either head towards the ranch or take the fork in the trail and run into Scarlet and Fritz.
The sound from the heavy rifle bounced along the trail as the man bringing up the rear went down with a thud. Confusion broke out among the others as they yelled how many shots they heard and where it might have come from.
-
Ella dropped the tatting, and leaned forward on Diamond's neck to reach the reins, intending to jerk them away from the man holding them. If she didn't get the reins, she could throw off the bridle and run, once she figured out which direction would not put her between friends and foes.
-
The outlaw following Ella pulled his pistol looking for a target, his eyes falling on Ella’s back as he considered it.
Fritz gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes; the outlaw only had a second to ponder his thoughts before Fritz’s bullet found its mark.
Identifying where the shot came from the rider leading Ella’s horse drew his own pistol.
The bullet meant for the outlaw’s shoulder caught him in the chest as he spun his horse in Fritz’s direction.
The lead outlaw sunk his heels into his horse intending to make a run through the ambush and get back to his friends.
It was more out of respect for Ella and Fritz that Scarlet did it. Had she been left alone she most likely would have just shot the man but instead she gave him what she felt was somewhat of a chance to surrender.
“U.S. Marshals surrender!” She yelled as the horse came near her.
“Go ta hell!” the man growled pulling his horse to a hard stop and drawing his weapon searching for where the voice had come from.
“You first.” Scarlet mumbled as the hammer dropped on her pistol.
The bullet sunk into the man’s shoulder joint causing his pistol to fall. The man managed to turn his horse only to come face to face with Ella.
-
Ella had gotten her reins when the rider ahead of her dropped them in order to draw his pistol. Then she pulled her gun from its holster hidden under her pockets.
When the lead outlaw came face to face with Ella, he was looking into her gun barrel.
"Surrender," she ordered firmly, her face hard and unyielding.
When El Blanco was deciding whether to snatch the healer for his own wounded, someone had mentioned rumors that the healer was skilled with firearms and had killed more than once. Those who had watched Ella working on the patrol had discounted the rumors. They were sure she was too gentle to shoot a man. She might carry a pistol, but that was just for show.
-
Tensleep had left camp behind Scarlet and Ella. After the fight on the flats he had rode around the field looking at tracks and slowly trailing the outlaws. They had broken into several groups as they ran from the battle. The marshal followed and memorized the horse’s tracks that the outlaws rode. He knew that at some point he would need to rejoin the others, but the more he knew about the men they fought the better off they all would be.
Finally Tensleep found the trail that the men left when they had taken Ella, he fell in and followed. “Figger we gonna find ‘em now Buck,” he said to his horse.
As the shots were fired Tensleep was in sight and saw Ella draw her pistol. Looking beyond Ella he saw Scarlet leveling the rifle she seemed to be so fond of. It only took him seconds to realize it was being leveled at him.
Swiftly Tensleep kicked his feet free and dove off Buck. he hit and rolled drawing his pistol and yelling, ”NO SCARLET!"
-
“You’re a healer not a murderer of unarmed men.” The outlaw hissed at Ella then smiled as he kicked his horse forward.
-
The man thought he’d followed far enough back that he wouldn’t be noticed. His companions were late bringing back the woman so he’d been sent to investigate. He followed far enough back he could just make out the rider in front of him was the Marshal.
He froze as Marshal Ross dove from the saddle and yelled. Grinning to himself thinking they might be so green they’d shoot one another. That’s what the Marshal deserved for having a posse made up half of women.
Scarlet hesitated hearing Tensleep yell at her. If they were riding together why weren’t they riding closer to one another? She thought.
“Hesitation will cost you your life!” She could hear Johnny’s voice like he was standing right next to her.
If the man was with Tensleep he should have identified him. Scarlet squeezed the trigger already knowing she’d only graze the man’s shoulder.
-
Ella fired, hitting the man in the right shoulder, knocking him back in the saddle. His horse balked when Diamond moved to block its path, and the man fell from the saddle.
"It is not murder, but justice, to kill a man who has murdered others," replied Ella, looking down at him. "Not that death itself is a punishment. A swift death can be a mercy when the appropriate punishment is pain from untreated wounds."
She fired again, hitting him in the right leg.
-
The man glared up at Ella. Even through the pain she could see evil.
-
Ella realized that she was reacting to exhaustion by trying to torture the man. He wasn't going to be a source of information about the outlaws.
She fired once more, hitting him in the forehead.
-
The marshal rolled again as he heard two shots fired, then another shot. A noise from behind him caused him to turn and bring his pistol to bear on a man trying to control his horse. As the rider started to turn Tensleep snapped a shot that broke his shoulder and knocked him from his horse.
Slowly the marshal stood and walked to Buck where he drew his rifle.
The outlaw lay still waiting for someone to approach. He heard another shot sound.
"Stand easy Buck, gonna be awright." Tensleep talked to his horse softly. Louder he said so that Scarlet, Fritz and Ella could hear, "Reckon we might as well jist shoot this feller dead too so he won't slow us down."
These words were to let his friends know that the outlaw was still alive.
-
The outlaw Tensleep was watching knew there was no escape. He was off his horse and guns were aimed at him. He just had one decision to make. Hoping he’d at least wound the marshal and get the same his friend had gotten he pointed the hideout gun in Tensleep’s direction and pulled the trigger.
The man screamed and twisted in pain afraid to look at what he was sure was a bloody stump where his hand had been.
-
Tensleep was watching when the old pistol exploded. Smoke, blood and flesh made a grisly cloud around the outlaw.
Quickly running to the downed man Tensleep yelled, "ELLA!!!!"
-
Tensleep's call pulled Ella out of the dark mood she was falling into. She rode over to him, and dismounted.
Sizing up the situation, she holstered her pistol in the crossdraw holster and started pulling things out of her pockets.
Spreading a piece of oilcloth under the wounded arm, she started cleaning the wound, trying to evaluate what could be done.
Mercifully, the man soon fainted. Ella finished cleaning, and bandaged up the remains of a hand.
"I can't amputate out here," she told Tensleep. "I might be able to patch it up somewhat back at the Starr, but he is not going to ever get much function back."
-
Jimmy rounded up the horses of the dead men. He handed the reins of one to the man he was now just calling Cap’n with a sarcastic tone.
Cap’n Smith looked at the reins Jimmy handed him.
“Yer lucky I’m even givin’ you a horse. I’m not gonna check the saddle for ya too.” Jimmy said as he checked the rigging of the horse he was going to ride.
“I demand you take me to the fort.” Cap’n Smith said mounting his horse.
Jimmy glared over at him. “YOU are in no position to demand anything. Fort’s that way.” Jimmy pointed in the general direction.
A look of defeat started to cross the man’s face. “You have to do what I say.” The man tried to sound like he was in charge but he knew better.
Jimmy moved his horse next to T.J. and pulled out the pistol the man carried then checked to see if it was loaded then handed it over. "Fort's thata way." he repeated as he pointed again.
The man looked at the gun in his hand for a long moment then pointed it at Jimmy. “Take me to the Fort.” He said a little more confidently.
Before Cap’n knew what had happened he lay on the ground tasting blood, his face throbbing with pain.
“You get one thing straight you sorry sack o’ shit. You EVER point a gun at me you pull the trigger and make sure it’s fatal.” Jimmy growled knowing he’d been right to give Cap’n a gun with spent shells. Something still just didn’t set right about this whole thing Jimmy thought.
Cap’n lay his head on the ground and touched his fingertips to his broken nose. He had thought a trip to the west would be adventurous. He never counted on sleeping in the dirt, riding a horse and nearly getting killed, and he never counted on being treated like this. The army had made the offer sound almost romantic and heroic.
This man who had treated him poorly had not even offered him a name, just barked things at him and quite frankly scared the hell out of him. He was right up there with the outlaws the army said he’d probably never see.
“Who are you?” Cap’n asked only to hear hoofbeats as Jimmy rode off.
The man scrambled to his feet and grabbed the reins of the horse that was starting to wander off. Mounting up he rode after Jimmy figuring if the man was going to kill him he would have done so by now, obviously he was a friend of the army scout who had saved his life, which made him the only man Cap’n Smith could trust right now.
Cap’n retrieved his handkerchief and pressed it gently against his nose. This man James, as Terrance had called him, was quick with his fists, his gun and his horse. He had moved so fast Cap’n didn’t realize what was happening until he’d hit the ground. James had disarmed and unseated him in what seemed like one swift motion. Reading about these kind of men was what had made him curious about the west. Meeting them was what made him sure if he told anybody, but the Colonel he was supposed to report to, the truth it would cost him his life.
-
After Ella put her supplies back in her pocket, she pulled out her bag of ammunition and reloaded her pistol, and returned it to its proper holster. Then she went to the body of the man who had taken her outside pistol and reclaimed it.
"Can we head to the Starr now?" she asked Tensleep, with a touch of plaintive whining in her voice. "I have patients waiting for me, but I'm not going to do them any good until I get some rest."
-
Tensleep lifted the prisoner up on his horse. With a bit of a sadistic smile he tied the man’s good hand to the saddle then said “Let’s get outta ‘ere.”
The weary group mounted up and headed back to the Starr with Tensleep in the lead and Scarlet and Fritz riding the upper trail watching for any more surprises.
The soldiers in the wagons were being moved into the medical building when the posse rode up.
Scarlet was happy to see her escaped horse safely in the corral with the others that were due to be sold and she hoped Bo didn’t have some long speech about riding Phantom.
The soldier sitting on the porch of the medical building with a rag to his face being closely guarded by one of the hands was odd to see.
Scarlet took Diamond’s reins when Ella dismounted and headed towards the barn.
-
Ella's first stop was on the porch to see to the man with the rag.
The hand spoke up, "Nothing wrong with him except a nose out of joint. Jimmy said for you to go on in, he's got a friend bad hurt."
Ella nodded, and stepped on past. Jimmy and Rose were in the first room on the left, the surgery, with a man lying on the table. It looked like Rose has already peeled him out of his clothes, and started cleaning and bandaging wounds.
Rose looked up at her entrance and said, "Bill and Johnny are bathing the other patients and getting them settled."
Ella nodded, washed her hands, and went to work.
-
T. J.’s pulse was thready at best. Rose had discovered two more bullet wounds when she had peeled off his coat. If it wasn’t for Ella, Rose would have told Jimmy to contact his next of kin straight away. As it was right now she was pretty sure the look she saw on Ella’s face was concern, and that was putting it mildly.
The bullet lodged in the mans back was what Ella was having the most difficulty with. They all had enough experience to know T.J. had been shot point blank two or three days ago. There was nothing for Jimmy to do that he wouldn’t be in the way. Ella and Rose were doing everything thing they could.
Rose shot a worried look at the slamming of the door.
The eye’s of the ranch hand guarding Cap’n grew wide and he danced aside. Jimmy grabbed Cap’n by the collar and hauled him to his feet.
Everyone that could see what was going on came to a stop.
“You tell me why T.J.’s got wounds that should’ve killed ‘im. I assume the rest of your patrol is dead and the only blood you have shed is because of me?” Jimmy growled.
Both Tensleep and Fritz started to dismount.
“Don’t.” Scarlet’s voice was low and demanding, causing the two men to exchange glances as they settled back in their saddles. Jimmy was her family and they both trusted she had her reasons for stopping them.
Capn’s eyes were wide and darting looking for help he couldn’t believe nobody was coming to his rescue. The man that was supposed to guard him had completely stepped away.
“He shoved me up against a dead horse then lay on top of me when the men came around.” Cap’n said.
“The rest of the soldiers….they dead?” Jimmy asked.
“They weren’t when we left but that was two hard days ride. You wouldn’t believe what they did to them…all of them.” Cap’n replied.
“Why did he trade his life for yers?” Jimmy said between gritted teeth.
Cap’n tried to break the eye contact they had by looking away.
“You best start talking or Miz Ella’s not gonna be able to help you.” Jimmy said drawing his knife.
Johnny moved in closer so he could intervene should he have to, Bo close behind.
“You’re supposed protect me.” Cap’n said.
Jimmy’s lip curled up. “Y’er very confused boy. I’ll protect you long enough to take you right into that outlaw camp and let’em have you, you don’t start tellin’ what I’m asking ya.”
“I don’t know what the solders were told about me.”
“Were told? What’s that mean?” Jimmy narrowed his eyes at the man but loosened the hold he had.
Cap’n figured if he didn’t tell the truth that would be worse than hiding the information he did know. “They told me they’d pay my way and all I had to do was ride along with the soldiers. I can tell you what the men looked like that shot up the soldiers I was with.” He said.
“Who’s they?” Jimmy said putting his knife way much to the relief of everyone around him.
“Soldiers and official looking men.”
“You best not be lyin’ ta me.” Jimmy said letting the man go deceiding Tensleep could deal with the frustration if he chose to.
“Don’ t let ‘im out of your sight.” He said to the man that had been guarding him as he went towards the barn.
Scarlet watched Jimmy pass then turned to Tensleep. “What’s our next move and when do we leave?”
-
Ella concluded she was not going to get the bullet out of his back without killing him. Stitching the wounds closed would just trap the rot inside, and reopening them to clean them would probably kill the man then.
She cleaned all the wounds as thoroughly as possible, and packed them with a special mixture of herbs while reciting all the proper words from her grandmother's teachings.
She stepped back, and looked in the cupboards for inspiration. Was there anything else out of science or tradition that she could try?
There were a couple sealed bottles of boiled salt water. Putting that in Fritz's veins had seemed to make his pulse stronger when he had lost this much blood. It sure couldn't hurt to try it again.
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Tensleep piled off his horse as Jimmy walked away. He stepped onto the porch and looked at the man called Cap'n.
"I really don't have time to fool with ya mister." Tensleep looked down and then continued. "I figger you don't want us to know who ya are or what ya know or where ya came from. I really don't care right now. There are people dying out on the plains everyday and I intend to put a stop to it. So you just sit there like ah clam an' we'll get back to ya in a few days or weeks."
He turned to the puncher guarding Cap'n. "Put this jackass in tha cell, lock tha damn door an' fergit he's there except once ah day to water 'im. I don't care if he lives er dies."
He looked to Fritz and Scarlet as he mounted. "Let's get tha hell back on tha trail, we have wasted enough time."
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Combined effort of Tensleep and Scarlet
“He ain’t safe in that cell ‘Sleep.” Johnny called out.
Tensleep looked at him questioningly, more curious than anything else.
“Look if T.J. dies and Jimmy decides it’s his fault.” Johnny pointed at Cap’n “there’s not a man on this place gonna stand between them. If that outlaw rides out here lookin’ for him I just might be inclined to turn ‘im over too.”
Capn’s eye went wide as he listened to what the Ranch owner had to say.
“Only two men on this place can save your hide mister, and they’re both fixin to ride out.” The ranch hand said with half a smile.
“Marshal!” Cap’n was on his feet. “Robert Dove, Boston. I’ll tell you anything you want to know as long as you can insure my safety.”
Johnny suppressed a grin. While he hadn’t lied he knew every man had a breaking point, one just had to find it. Sometimes lettin’ one in on the truth, especially when it involved his future, was the best way to get what you wanted from them.
Tensleep leaned forward on Buck, his forearms resting on the saddlehorn. "Yer buyin' tha insurance Mr Dove, let's see what size policy ya want. Where'd tha army pick you up? Why? What tha hell do you know that's important enough to lose good men over? You got answers then you got insurance, but let me tell ya, you lie to me an' I'll ride off an' Jimmy can do what he dern well pleases with you. Ya hear me mister?"
Robert Dove peered in Jimmy’s direction. The man was washing the army scout’s blood off of the light colored horse and in Robert’s opinion looked to be growing more irritated every second.
“I was on a train headed towards Fort Worth. It was robbed and most of the passengers killed, some taken. I do not know why the army is interested in what or who was on the train. There was another man besides myself, looked like we could be brothers. He told the Army he could identify the men that robbed the train. Then they escorted him off. They told me they were sending some men to El Paso if I wanted to ride with them I was welcome to. They dressed me like one of the soldiers so I wouldn’t draw attention….or so I was told.”
"Now why in God's good name should I believe that story? Man looked like you gets hauled away, and the army offers you a free trip to El Paso. That don't make much sense." Tensleep straightened on Buck.
"Jimmy he ain't much, he's all yours. I hate liars."
Jimmy’s head jerked up at Tensleep’s voice. Grabbing a handful of mane he swung up onto his horse’s back. The sound of the Bowie he carried clearing it’s sheath rang loudly in Robert Dove’s ears. Robert dodged to the right only to be cut off by Jimmy’s horse. Jimmy leaned forward and grabbed him by the collar.
“You best know how far you are from Fort Worth ‘fore you start telling stories like that.” Jimmy hissed. “T.J. wouldn’ta traded his life for the likes o' you.”
“There was a gold shipment on the train too.” Robert squeaked as he was being hauled off his feet and fighting to keep Jimmy’s knife away from him.
“Two Federal employees were killed. I was the one they missed!”
Everyone heard what was being said as Dove's feet dangled off the gound. "Yer one heck of ah great interrigator there Jimmy... see what else you can get outta this feller. I bet he knows lots o' stuff." Tensleep was grinning now. "Do what ya want to jist don't kill him here, Rose don't like blood in her yard." As he finished speaking the marshal winked at Jimmy.
“What else do you want!!” Dove yelled towards Tensleep the best he could. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears as the horse started to move. He was now half draped over the front of Jimmy’s horse.
"Wanna know where that gold was headed, wanna know why you wasn't killed, not even touched. I wanna know everything that the army wanted to know. Oh yeah.... I wanna know it NOW!" Tensleep looked at the man closely. "I really don't give a rat's ass about you, but I do want ta know who we are lookin' for and why!"
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Fritz didn't like it one bit.
To wear the uniform, a man makes a sacred trust. To uphold the Constitution of the United States, against all enemies, foreign and domestic. This was an imposter. He didn't carry himself like a soldier, let alone an officer.
Fritz rumaged through the saddlebags he'd appropriated. He found a box of cartridges for the '66. Once that was loaded, he checked the short-barreled Colt. Fritz ejected six empty cartridge casings. The boy knew he was headed for trouble, and loaded all the chambers. Fritz put five beans in the wheel, and put the piece in it's holster, making sure to tie it down.
"So," Fritz asked, "where are we headed?"
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Combined effort of Scarlet and Tensleep
Tensleep looked at Fritz. "Depends on what the man says."
“Gold was headed to Denver!” Dove replied. He was so focused on keeping Jimmy’s knife away from him he didn’t notice Jimmy was frisking him with his free hand.
“I hid when we heard the commotion on board. I’m no guard; I only know the combinations to the safes that hold the money and gold. The one that was taken and a bigger one owned by the railroad waiting in Denver.”
Jimmy pulled an envelope from inside the man’s coat flipped it at Tensleep then yanked his knife hand free and dropped the man in a heap on the ground.
The man who was guarding him earlier was there to pick him up.
"Put 'im in the Marshal's jail. If T.J. dies this idiot can look his wife and boy in the face and tell 'er how her husband died defending a coward." Jimmy said then rode off.
Tensleep thumbed the envelope open and read the contents of the letter then handed it to Scarlet. "Looks like somebody knew that gold was on the train Mr Dove. It also appears that you knew just when to hide so's not to endanger yerself. Johnny, take this letter an' put it in your safe please. Reckon we best toss Mr. Dove in tha lock up to wait for the army an' ah Federal judge. I figger he's an accomplice."
Scarlet handed the papers to Johnny who nodded his head in agreement to what Tensleep had said.
She then grinned at the man who had Mr. Dove by the collar. "Ya know what ta do with him if he gets outta hand or ya have to hide him."
The man looked up at her. "Yes ma'am." he said amused.
"Best place to start looks to me was where we were when we got Ella back. What do you think Scarlet?"
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Combined effort of Tensleep & Scarlet
Scarlet looked at Tensleep.
“You don’t think they were headed back to the main camp?”
"Maybe, but we really need to know all the camps and all the ins and outs." Tensleep paused. "Be easier to take them in small bunches too."
“Fair enough.” She replied.
“Tell the boys I’m gonna set the gate at the shack so watch themselves.” Scarlet said to Johnny.
“Let me know what ya get.” Johnny chuckled.
Scarlet looked at Fritz “Sound like a good place to start to you?” she asked.
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"It's a fair bet their dead outriders have been discovered. They'll be expecting us. I wish we had some of Bill's toys to play with. Where is he anyway?"
Ever since he and Patches announced their engagement, they were harder to find. Fritz couldn't say much...he knew the feeling well.
Had he asked Bo to stand with him yet?
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With Bill's help, Ella and Rose got TJ settled in the empty bed in the small ward.
Ella checked on John Smith in the other bed. He was still weak, but she thought he was close to regaining consciousness. There were no signs of fever, and his wounds looked clean and ready to heal.
"Rose, I'm going to check on the rest of the patients, then take a bath and a nap. After supper, I'll come back here to watch them through the night," Ella paused. "Oh, I almost forgot the prisoner from that last group, with the mangled hand. I think Tensleep dumped him in a cell. After I get some rest, I'll go check on him, and see if there is anything to save of his hand. It is hard to feel any pity for him, after seeing what his companions did to both patrols."
Bill walked through the big ward with her. The men with broken bones were in the real beds, with weights and pulleys keeping their bones aligned. The other men were in cots filling in the spaces between the beds. The infirmary really had not been built to handle this many patients at one time.
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“I know Ella was counting on Bill’s help.” Scarlet replied to Fritz’s question then kicked Lucky forward.
Patches stepped onto the porch of the telegraph office as they rode by “I’ve gotten some information but not alot.” She said looking at the flimsies in her hand. Patches had been busy trying to dig up any information on what had been going on and the Albino that they didn’t already know.
“Whatcha find out?” Scarlet asked.
Patches looked up at the riders. “There’s a shipment of guns coming to the fort. A big one, enough to supply a couple of more forts. They’re supposed to be disbursed from Fort Bliss to the other forts.” A worried look crossed her face “y’all be careful.”
“We’ll certainly try.” Scarlet smiled before moving out again.
The three rode quietly watching their surroundings carefully. Scarlet came to a stop next to the line shack and dismounted. The only tracks close to the cabin were hers when she’d come through earlier.
“Will you start a real small fire while Fritz helps me?” She asked Tensleep.
Both men dismounted and followed her inside. Scarlet pointed to the small wood burning stove in the corner the wood was stacked neatly next to it.
“Give me a hand hanging this Sugar.” She said to Fritz as she pulled the cover off of the two pieces of wood that had been lashed together.
‘Is that Johnny’s handy work?” Tensleep asked eyeing the dirty barn spikes that stuck through the bottom board.
Scarlet half smiled “Yep.”
Fritz had seen a few variations of what was called a devil’s gate in his time to know Johnny knew exactly what he was doing when he put one together. The large rock tied to where the two boards met would put a lot of force behind it when swung. If someone were to survive the hit they probably wouldn’t survive the infection from the dirty spikes Johnny had put in there.
Johnny had talked to everyone when they had first come to live on the Starr telling them what kind of things to watch for around any of the camps, this had been one of them.
Scarlet stood on a chair and slipped the pin in the hinge that held the affair while Fritz held it steady. Once the pin was in Fritz pushed the gate up for Scarlet to set.
When everything was done the group went out the door. Scarlet took the piece of red cloth that was near the door and snagged it on the bottom of the door jam, tossed it inside, pushed the door almost shut then slipped the end of the line that was tied to the washer that was the trigger to the gate, over the door knob before closing it.
To someone who rode up on the cabin it would appear there was someone inside that had tried to keep hidden but had become cold. The red fabric appeared to come from a woman’s petticoat. It made an awful tempting target for somebody that hadn’t heard Johnny’s speech about red cloth meaning they were in a hostile zone.
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Rose spread the word amongst the hands to give Ella every cooperation and not to leave her alone with the prisoners. Someone was to be present when Ella was in with the soldiers too, but she stressed they were NOT prisoners and the men were to mind their manners, which got a few chuckles. Rose was happy to see even a few of the men volunteered to help Ella and they were starting to work out a schedule between them.
Rose had been somewhat worried when she heard the soldiers were coming to the Starr. Some of the men were not very tolerant of the soldiers, but they were loyal to the brand, and most of the time they choose to be outriders. She smiled to herself thinking some of those men had sure come along way since Fritz had shown up. They had taken the time to know the person and forget a blue uniform was once a target.
Rose busied herself in the kitchen; there were more folks to cook for than normal. She was glad when Trixie showed up with a couple of the ranch hand’s wives to help do whatever needed to be done.
Becca had taken Wolf Song and Blue Feather to the living quarters above the foaling stalls. Wolf Song had been disappointed when Blue Feather had refused to go into the big house but he found this place interesting as well.
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Fritz, Scarlet and Tensleep rode back to where they had found Ella. The dead man that had been left behind had been stripped of anything his friends had found valuable.
They didn’t ride much farther before spotting the outlaws resting their horses and going through the dead mans goods. One of the outlaws leaned against a tree while he removed his boots and replaced them with the ones taken from the dead man, two more were going through his billfold and splitting the money that had been in there.
“It’s your call Marshal. We going to attempt to bring them in or ride on to the next camp?” Scarlet asked.
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Pulling the short-barreled Colt from its holster, Fritz rode forward.
"Where you goin?" 'Sleep asked.
"These men killed Cavalry troopers," Fritz spat. "And now they strip their own dead like vultures. They deserve to die like vultures."
"Not today...not now."
"Then you better back me. Because if I go it alone, they all die."
"Fritz," Scarlet whispered. "Don't do this."
"You know we can't leave them. They can circle behind us...sound the alarm."
She looked at her fiance. There was anger in his eyes...pain too.
"Then what do we do?"
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The outlaw pulled on the second boot and stood up, stomped his feet on the ground trying out the fit, catching Scarlet's attention. He stopped cold staring in the direction of the posse ignoring the two riders who came in from the opposite side of where the posse stood.
One of the horsemen rode up next to him and the two began to talk.
Scarlet watched close trying to figure out what they were saying. “Don’t stare idiot.” She softly repeated.
The horseman reached for his pistol as he peered into the tree line.
“They’ve seen us, they’ve answered the question it seems.” Scarlet said drawing her own pistol as Lucky rose slightly on his back legs then leapt into a gallop. Scarlet weaved her horse in and out of the trees making it difficult for the outlaws to line her up in their sights.
As she rode close she fired sending one of the outlaws to his demise.
The horseman fell in behind her trying to get a good shot. The black horse the woman rode was fast, agile and appeared to know exactly where he was going. The horseman dodged the right loosing sight of the woman on the black. He heard the shot before he saw the horse standing facing him.
The horseman fell from the saddle as his horse ran by Lucky. Scarlet looked down figuring he was dead before he hit the ground. She kicked Lucky into a long trot and headed back towards where she had left Fritz and Tensleep, keeping an eye out for anybody else who might be riding up on them.
-
As she rode back Scarlet began to think about Fritz. The look that had crossed his features, it made her wonder if this new life he’d chosen to be with her had been right for him.
There was a certain luxury that came with riding for someone for a number of years; she had that with Bo, Jimmy and Johnny. She knew them better than she knew herself at times and they her. While she thought she knew Fritz well, she began to wonder how well. She knew he was good for her; the changes in her because of him had been good ones. He had lifted a very dark cloak she had kept securely around her for too many years. She no longer hoped that she’d not see tomorrow, in fact she had come to look forward to tomorrows because of him.
They had once talked about not changing one another, he’d changed for her. He was a solder but that had changed because of her. She was pretty sure she was not the best thing for his career and he was a career man. He’d talked of opening doors and at times she knew those open doors had been emotional hell for him. Her biggest enemy was cold in the ground now but that didn’t mean there weren’t others out there, she’d made a lot of them in her time.
She knew of his dreams of people who’s lives had ended because of him. Was riding with the posse any worse than riding in the army? They both could be bloody jobs, she just wasn’t sure if one was any better than the other. She’d better be sure before their wedding she thought slowing Lucky at the sound of gunfire.
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He knew his military career was coming to an end. Soldiering was a game for the young, after all. And he didn't feel all that young anymore. He'd spent many hard years in the saddle. He hurt almost everywhere, all the time. The only time he didn't feel pain was when he was with her.
Scarlet completed him in a way he'd never been before. She showed him there was more to life than the blue suit he now wore.
The anger he'd felt was more towards the soldiers who'd take his place. Were they up to the challenge? They didn't seem like they were made of the same stuff. Soon, it would be their fight.
But for now, he was drawn to the sound of the guns...
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Looking over her shoulder Scarlet saw them coming, two more riders moving fast towards the sound of the gunfire. She moved out of sight but it was too late they’d seen her. They pulled their horses up out of pistol range.
“Hey Angel that you?” The first rider yelled.
“Who wants to know?” She replied while pulling her rifle from it’s boot.
“It’s Conner.” He replied kicking his horse forward. “Was it your bullet took my friends life?”
Scarlet’s mind raced trying to remember the name while she loaded the rifle. "He fired on me first, got what he deserved."
She raised the rifle and peered over it, the face was familiar.
The man with Conner reached for his pistol. “Don’t” Conner put his hand out to stop the other man. “We’d both be dead before your pistol ever cleared it’s holster.” He smiled pulling his horse to a stop. “Don’t ya’ know who you’re lookin’ at?” He said to the man with him who shook his head no in response.
“That’s the woman who as I hear tell took Rowen’s life. Finally caught up to him ay Angel. Saw her slice up a few men down in Mexico a few years back, was glad I was not on her list.”
“No shit?” The other man replied.
Last time she’d seen Conner he was a small time horse thief and card shark, nobody to waste her time with, she would have told him to ride on. Now he sat wearing an army coat ridding an Indian pony, she knew where he’d gotten both and her blood ran cold.
“You still making a living on the blood of others?” Conner asked becoming nervous that she still had him lined up in her sights.
“As always.” She replied.
“Bounty hunters usually go after whoever makes them the most money, you did that, but then there was the personal stuff too. If you’re looking for a good paying job I might be able to hook you up with something. They could use someone like you.”
Scarlet sat looking down her rifle barrel contemplating her options.
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"Shoot Scarlet or I will." The voice from beside her came as a shock to Scarlet.
"Take those two, there are more coming up behind them. I got the ones on the right, you take the ones on the left Fritz."
Tensleep squeezed the trigger on his yellowboy and opened the ball.
-
Fritz already had the hammer back on the Springfield, and leveled the sights on the first rider. The Trapdoor spoke with authority, blowing the lead rider out of his saddle. He dropped the carbine, which hung loosely by its sling. Fritz cleared leather with his Cavalry Colt, as Scarlet's rifle boomed in his ear. Smiling, he looked for his next target.
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"Good shot Sarge, now..... Wheel and....... CHARGE!!!" With that command Tensleep fired into his second man and turned Buck spurring him toward the outlaw camp levering the carbine as he rode.
-
"LOOK OUT FOR THE HOWITZER!!! HE'LL LOAD IT WITH CANNISTER!!!"
Fritz didn't wait to wheel. He pulled the reins and pointed his Colt behind him. The revolver bucked in his hand as another rider fell. Buddy wheeled to the left, and the two launched towards the camp.
Scarlet was right behind him...
...wasn't she?
-
Lucky moved the minute her rifle fired. She had always felt the smoke gave away their position unless they were well hidden so she had trained the horse to move at it’s sound unless otherwise told. Lucky moved to the left going wider than Buddy and Fritz skirting around the camp instead of heading into it.
Lucky stopped in the shadows and Scarlet leveled the rifle again looking for another target. It wasn’t the albino but the man was barking orders at those around him. The men scattered as the blood of their boss sprayed those following him. Some of them saw the smoke of where the bullet had come but nobody was there now.
-
Firing his rifle as fas as he could into the camp Tensleep rode Buck hard.
Dropping the latigo loop that was on the saddle ring of the carbine over the horn
the marshal drew his Reminton and started to pick targets at close range.
Once through the camp Tensleep nudged Buck and they turned, the albino was nowhere in sight.
-
Take out the ones that are the biggest threat, the ones in charge and ones that are hardest to do without. You can pick off the followers later. Johnny had taught her that, along with do it quick and efficiently while being invisible. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do with her weapon of choice but she had become good at it.
Know where your friends are and don’t let yourself become caught in their crossfire. That was Jimmy's rule. Scarlet wasn’t sure if Tensleep and Fritz knew her location any better than the outlaws but she was not in the path of their gunfire. She hoped she’d ridden long enough with them for them to know as long as they could hear the rifle she was not in their way. It was the advantage of the sharps she carried; you could stay out of the close up fire and still reach out and touch somebody.
-
“This is,” Fritz thought, “quite possibly, the STUPIDEST thing I’ve ever done.”
He’d survived the war. He employed it several times. He knew what the piece was capable of.
Then why the hell was he charging the mountain howitzer?
The M1835 12-pound “mountain howitzer” and its variations were capable of sending a 12-pound solid shot about 900 yards downrange. It was manned by a crew of three: the gunner, who was responsible for sighting the piece in and pulling the lanyard, the loader, who retrieved the ammo from the caisson and rammed it down the barrel, and an assistant who helped move the trail.
The howitzer was quite effective with another type of round: the Canister. Canister rounds were essentially a steel case filled with shot. Envision a coffee can, filled with 36-caliber lead balls, and you get the idea. At close range, it worked like a giant shotgun, vaporizing lines of infantry. Canister made the cavalry charge obsolete.
Fritz knew this, but here he was, charging the gun alone. His only hope was to eliminate the crew before they could discharge the weapon. He’d managed to flank the crew, forcing them to turn the weapon in his direction. But he was a good 500 yards out, and closing fast. He’d emptied his long-barreled Colt, and drew his converted Navy. He was still way out of range, but if he could keep their heads down, he might make it.
Buddy moved as fast as he could…250 yards…and the empty black eye of the muzzle was almost on him.
Fritz had an angel on his shoulder, and her name was Scarlet. He felt the whisper of hot lead pass his shoulder as the gunner fell.
He’d attracted a lot of attention with his charge. It seemed almost every gun was on him. Fritz hat flew off. A round meant for Buddy’s flanks struck his carbine stock. 100 yards, and the loader plucked the lanyard from the dead gunner’s hand. Fritz fired his Navy as quickly as he could. Bullets sparked off the barrel, and blew chunks of wood off the carriage.
The loader tensed up, his arm moving backwards…
BAM! ‘Sleep had impeccable timing. He levered his ’66, pumping two shots in the loader’s chest. The assistant turned and fled.
Fritz had no time to reload. He grabbed the short Colt and stuffed it in his gunbelt. Jumping from the saddle, he grabbed the trail.
“I’ve got to turn the gun!”
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Scarlet had dismounted and taken cover behind the small berm. She had seen Fritz make a flying dismount and run for the Howitzer, and she had him covered. She could hear Lucky nervously pawing the ground, glancing over her shoulder she saw the man coming up behind her but the one who was bracing himself against the tree and lining Fritz up in his own sights was a more urgent to take care of than running in her mind. She squeezed the trigger sending the gunman spinning in a ribbon of red from his hiding spot.
“Nice shot for a girl.”
She heard the voice behind her now, she could feel his eyes moving along her body. Had she been a man he probably would have shot her in the back. Sometimes there were advantages to being a woman.
“Don’t move.” He said straddling her then bending over and taking the gun that hung at her side. What he didn’t see was the cross draw and the knife that hung next to it she was laying on.
Scarlet moved to her knees arms outstretched causing him to back off of her so she could stand.
“I can cause you a whole lot ‘o pain or I can be real nice to ya Sweet Thang.” He said.
Scarlet half grinned. She knew this game well, some men were smart enough to fight, some…fighting seemed to flee their mind when they saw a woman, even if she was carrying a gun. They seemed to think women were less dangerous then men.
“My daddy taught me how to shoot that gun, but my husband taught me what to do with a man.” She said softly.
She heard the man snort. “Where’s your husband now?”
“He’s been gone along time mister. I might be a little rusty but would you like to see what he taught me?” She shook her long blonde hair.
Taking one hand she ran it along the center of her shirt making it appear she might be undoing her buttons.
“You ain’t gonna hurt me are you?” His voice said teasingly.
“I’ve never heard any complaints.” She said while she thought if it worked he’d be dead before he had time to complain.
“You sure, here and now?” He said looking around.
“You’re the one said you wanted to be nice. It sure has been along time.” She finally had her hand wrapped around the handle of the razor back knife she’d been carrying since Johnny gave it to her.
Scarlet could hear the lust in the man’s voice as he chuckled. She backed into him and pressed close getting a feel for his height and center of his body. She looked over her shoulder with a smile trying to see which hand he held his gun in. A lefty, today really was not her day, right would have been easier for her.
She ran her hand along his arm. “You’re mighty strong mister.” She said trying to distract him. Grasping his wrist tightly she stepped left, tipped the knife backwards in her hand and shoved as hard as she could driving the knife into him right below his belt. The man screamed and tried to jerk his gun hand lose as he sunk to his knees. Scarlet twisted around and grabbed his gun hand with both of hers, shoved it to the man’s temple and squeezed the trigger.
"Never assume we are thinking the same thing." She mumbled retrieving her knife and pistol retrieved before his body fell to the ground.
Grabbing her rifle she ran for Lucky who was watching her with a look that told her “it’s about time we get outta here.” He was moving the minute she hit the saddle.
-
Fritz grabbed the handle on the trail and pulled. The howitzer moved agonizingly slow. Dust and clods of dirt flew up. Bullets ricocheted off the barrel, and bits of wood flew off the carriage. Suddenly, ‘Sleep was at his side, his hands on the other handle.
“You’re about the craziest son of a bitch I’ve seen recently,” he yelled over the din.
“You mean you’ve seen worse?” Fritz replied.
“Like I said,” ‘Sleep added. “Recently...”
The Albino’s men were coming in on all sides. Fritz noted with satisfaction that at least five were coming at the muzzle.
“Cover me!’ Fritz yelled grabbing the lanyard.
‘Sleep worked his carbine, dispatching riders to the rear of the gun. Fritz whispered a prayer.
“Forgive them Lord, for they no not what they do.”
He turned away, covered his ear, and pulled the lanyard.
The gunner had loaded double canister. Five horses and riders were vaporized.
For a moment, there was an eerie silence on the battlefield…
But only for a moment.
-
The deafening quiet before the next wave hit always seemed to hold the loudest noises for Scarlet. She could hear Lucky’s feet hitting the ground as he slowly loped, the jingle of his tack, the sounds of other unfamiliar horses in the distance, voices of others trying to reconnect with their groups.
It had been her experience the second wave always seemed to fight more fiercely than the first. She couldn’t decide if it was just determination or if the less experience had fallen and now the better skilled were stepping up, maybe a bit of both.
Scarlet had worked her way around to the back of where Fritz and Tensleep were, the terrain was rougher here, there would be no wagons unless they were moving ever so slowly, weapons that could be packed by man or horse or built from the surroundings would be here. This is where the people who had taught her about fighting would be moving in from.
The chill of death in the air was heavy here, she couldn’t figure it out until she saw the bodies. No doubt Black Wolf had sent warriors. Scarlet was surprised they were here already; she didn’t expect them at least until morning. It was considered bad medicine to send out a war party without the proper ceremonies, and day travel was nearly unheard of, on the other hand Black Wolf was no fool and neither were the warriors that rode with him. They had learned as much from Scarlet as she had from them talks about the element of surprise and not forming habits had not fallen on deaf ears. It was one of the things that made Black Wolf’s tribe so elusive to the army.
Looks like none of you will be passing on to the other side she thought looking at what was left of the bodies as she rode past.
Rifle fire broke the silence. Scarlet let Lucky pick up his pace. Through the trees she could make out the figure of one of one the warriors climbing out from underneath his downed pony. She drew her pistol, moved Lucky on an interception course with the outlaw that was riding towards him and gave him his head.
The outlaw saw the horse and rider coming at him the second they broke cover, but it was too late. she took a long shot for the pistol she was carrying and he fell from the saddle before he could take aim at her.
Even through the war paint Scarlet knew it was Grey Eagle the minute the man stood to full height. She didn’t have to look back to know there were others on her tail either, it was apparent by the look in his eyes. Grey Eagle moved away from his horse into Lucky’s path, grabbed the saddle horn as the horse went by and swung on behind Scarlet.
Much to Grey Eagle’s surprise the ride stopped near the horses he knew Fritz and Tensleep were riding. Grey Eagle slid off and waited for Scarlet to go in first then followed.
“We got company riding in behind us.” Scarlet yelled as she took cover to reload near the two men.
Grey Eagle looked around; spotting one of the dead outlaws he took up the man’s rifle, looked sideways at the two men, thinking nobody was ever going to believe this. He had killed more soldiers and white men than he could count in his life, now he fought next to them. He checked the rifle for ammo than began to fire at the incoming riders. Grey Eagle was as quick and deadly with the rifle as any of Tensleep’s posse would be.
-
Fritz ran to Buddy, and pulled the '66 from the coatstraps. He turned back towards his companions. Fighting with thier backs to the gun, were a Marshal, an Indian, and his fiance.
To anyone else, this would be a strange sight.
Fritz noticed his Trapdoor still swung from its sling. He threw the '66 to 'Sleep, who caught it one-handed. Fritz dropped to a knee and reloaded. That's when he saw the cassion.
"Cover me!" he yelled, sprinting over. He grabbed another cannister round and headed back.
-
Fritz was covered before he said anything. It was obvious Scarlet and Grey Eagle had fought side by side before, probably more than once from the way they worked together and the quickness he adapted to working with the three of them.
-
There was no time.
If Fritz tried to reload the howitzer, he'd be an easy target. If the posse laid down their guns to help move the piece, they'd be dead.
There was only one option.
He looked at Grey Eagle and nodded, knowing somehow he'd understand. Using all his strength, he threw the cannister towards the Albino and his surviving outlaws. Grey Eagle followed its arc with the '66.
Fritz dove to the ground, knocking Scarlet and 'Sleep over. Grey Eagle pulled the trigger, detonating the black powder charge at it's base. Without a gun barrel to channel the charge, the cannister exploded, sending shrapnel in all directions. Fritz covered Scarlet with his body. He winced as a ball creased his shoulder. Lead pelted the ground like raindrops.
Scarlet yelled over the din, "hanging around with you might be hazardous to my health!"
-
Catching the Yellowboy that Fritz threw just as his was emptied Tensleep began to pick targets. Men fell and the scream of horses being spurred and spattered by lead fragments was heard as smoke started to cloud the field. Tensleep dropped behind a log and shoved cartridges into the rifle.
The marshal popped up over the log and once again looked for targets under the smoke.
"Damn ol' son, you sure keep things exciting." Tensleep was grinning.
-
Even though the chill of death seemed to cover the ground there was no silence this time. The screams and the pounding of retreating hoof beats from horsemen that had barely escaped the blast could be heard.
Scarlet jumped hearing the distant sound of what she knew was the Comanche war cry.
Looking towards Grey Eagle she saw him smiling, pleased with him self, even though his arm and face were bleeding.
Scarlet had felt him wince and knew he’d been hit.
“That hit you took, is it something I’ll be able to tend to or am I gonna have to ride like hell for Ella?” She whispered to Fritz.
-
"Hurts like hell," Fritz replied, "but you'd better check it." He smiled at his fiance. "Besides, Ella will get mad at me for being broken again!"
Scarlet gave that grin he loved so much. "Shall I tend it now, or do you want to find out what Grey Eagle has in store for our Albino friend?"
-
She had asked but she decided not to wait for an answer. As long as she could hear the outlaws being otherwise occupied she would take advantage of the moment.
Scarlet made her way to the horses and retrieved the medical kit she carried along with the flask stopping to look at Grey Eagle on her way back.
He had suffered scratches from shrapnel. She splashed some of the clear liquid from the flask onto a rag and handed it to him. Grey Eagle sniffed at the rag then narrowed his eyes at her. “You trying to kill me with panther piss?”
Scarlet chuckled. “You’re tougher than that, and it’s panthers breath. Don’t let Johnny hear ya referrin’ to his whisky as piss. That there is some of his finest corn liquor. ”
Grey Eagle snorted than began to wipe the scratches on his face. The burning sensations caused him to grit his teeth.
“You ok Marshal?” Scarlet asked as she walked by.
“Just a scratch.” He replied.
She tilted her head and looked at the dark spot of blood on his pants leg. “I’ll be back to look at that.”
Scarlet next to Fritz. “Take off your shirt Sugar.” She said softly.
He grinned wickedly at her, his eyes sparkling. The playful side of him showing through for a moment, the side of him many people didn’t see that she loved so much.
Scarlet remembered when Becca had first met him. She made the comment he was sweet, polite and handsome but after hearing about how wild Scarlet’s first husband could be and knowing that Scarlet had hated the stuffy side of Scott Hart. She had to wonder what Scarlet saw in a man so disciplined. Scarlet had simply smiled and told her to give him a chance and get to know him. The disciplined side, as Becca had put it, eases when he gets to know a person.
She smirked knowing he was about to come back with some type of comment. “Oh I doubt you’re gonna like this much.” She said before he had a chance.
Scarlet checked the wound. What ever had hit him had left a grove across his shoulder, but it had not hit the bone and had not stuck. “You’re lucky. I’m not going to have to find Ella and I’m not going to have to dig anything out, but this is gonna hurt.” She pressed the alcohol soaked rag to his wound. She removed the rag and blew softly on his shoulder trying to relieve the burn she knew it caused.
Grey Eagle looked at him. “She tries to kill us both.”
Scarlet was watching Tensleep, he wasn’t looking so good in her opinion.
-
Standing Fritz's Yellowboy against the log Tensleep picked up his own. Shucking shells from his belt he began to reload the rifle. Reaching behind him to his belt suddenly his leg buckled and the buttplate of the rifle hit the ground supporting him for a moment before he slid down to lay across the log.
"AW HELL" he moaned as he passed out.
-
Ella had been operating like a clockwork figure for most of the past two days, running on training and instint, tending wounds with her hands without much conscious thought.
The bath helped her start to feel human again. The herbed mist rising from the tub was soothing her spirit while the hot water eased muscles she had overworked without realization. Before the relaxation put her to sleep, she dried off and dressed in a light wash dress, then headed for bed.
She thought she was too tired for dreams or nightmares to disturb her sleep before suppertime.
-
"Take care of him," Fritz said. "I'm good."
Scarlet went to work on 'Sleep's pantleg with her knife. Fritz tore the sleeves off his shirt, tearing them into strips. He took one for himself, and passed the rest to Scarlet.
"Is he okay?"
"He's lost some blood...hopefully not too much."
Fritz tied off the bandage on his shoulder, and slipped his sack coat back on. The cavalry Colt was still empty. He transferred the short-barreled Colt to the holster, and put the big pistol in his saddlebag.
He asked "Is there anything I can do?"
"Nope...give me room to work."
Fritz picked up his '66, handing it to Grey Eagle.
"Watch over her," he said.
Grey Eagle took the carbine. "I will. Bring honor to your name."
Fritz chambered a round in the Springfield, and mounted Buddy.
"Be careful," Scarlet said.
"I will." Fritz wheeled and follwed the Albino.
-
Scarlet glanced up from what she was doing at Grey Eagle.
He’d known this woman for most of his life; he knew she could hide what she was thinking from just about anybody or she could convey her exact thoughts in just a look.
The look of disapproval she was giving him now was unmistakable.
“You afraid the ghost will take his life?” Grey Eagle asked.
“No.” Scarlet said looking back at Tensleep’s leg. She slipped her hand around to the back of his thigh and began to feel for an exit wound.
“He good warrior.” Grey Eagle stated.
Scarlet could feel the exit hole with her finger. Relieved she stood and retrieved her saddle bags and canteen. She looked at Grey Eagle as she set them down next to Tensleep.
“Do your warriors know him? They know me on site as mine know you. But what will your warriors see in the setting sun while they are already in the heat of battle with nobody there to tell them different?”
Grey Eagle held the rifle towards her. Scarlet shook her head no. “I can use the Marshal’s or one of the others.”
Grey Eagle motioned her to take it again. Scarlet took the rifle the second time and set it next to her saddlebags.
“I take this.” He picked up the rifle he’d been using before along with ammunition from another man. Scarlet knew he intended to keep it. Then he picked up the reins of one of the stray horses that had come to a stop next to Lucky and Buck, mounted up and disappeared into the shadows. Scarlet half smiled, she knew he’d keep that too.
Scarlet was glad ‘Sleep had passed out. It made her job easier not having to worry about causing him more pain as she flushed the wound with water. The bullet had missed the bone and major arteries and veins as far as she could tell and had stopped bleeding. She hoped it had bleed enough to get out anything that would cause infection as the alcohol she carried only caused things to bleed more. Scarlet then took a small jar from her saddlebags that held a wet mixture of crushed roots and herbs. She losely packed the wound with the mixture then wrapped the bandages around it.
-
Rose walked through the medical wing. She’d never thought she’d see all the beds full, and cots too, when they built it. She was used to hearing men grumble about one thing or another but she stopped short when she heard one say “Bring me my gun so I can kill those two Indians.”
“You must be Andrews.” Rose said.
“Yes ma’am.” He replied.
“Let me tell you something Andrews.” Rose’s voice was even as she stated a fact. “You are a guest on the Southern Starr. As a guest I expect nothing but impeccable manners from you.”
He noted the coldness in her eyes as she looked down at him.
“You ever killed a man Missus?”
“You go home and ask you’re Colonel what he knows of the women who live at the Southern Starr. The rumors I’ve heard are true.” She took two steps then stopped again. “You will not raise a gun to anyone who is a guest here Andrews.”
Rose stopped next to one of the other soldiers who had not said much since they had arrived. Andrews noted a completely different tone when she spoke to him.
“Is there anything I can get for you?” She asked kindly.
“No ma’am. Just happy that other lady knew what she was doing, I have not seen her since she worked on me last night. Would you thank her for me?”
Rose dabbed the man’s forehead with a cool rag. “Her name is Ella, she will be around later. You thank her when you see her.”
“Thank you ma’am.” He replied.
It’s the person inside not the clothes they wear she thought as she continued around the room. Rose could remember treating soldiers that came through, killing some too.
-
Fritz rode hard. He heard the war cries and gunfire. The fires slackened. He topped the rise and looked below. A scene of slaughter met his eyes.
The war party was brutally efficient. Men were shot from horseback by a variety of weapons, and finished at close quarters. Hand to hand combat was a Comanche specialty. Bodies were stripped of anything useful. Scalp knives ran red.
In the middle of a ring of twelve braves was a single man. He’d lost his hat, and the shock of white hair blew wildly in the breeze. He fired two pistols as rapidly as possible. The warriors were waiting for the kill.
“How do I say it?” Fritz thought. Hoping his pronunciation was good, he yelled out
“EI-YAH!!!”
The Comanche stopped firing, and stared at the rider coming in. Some recognized Fritz, and his Comanche name was spoken. The Albino looked at his savior.
Fritz dismounted, handing Buddy’s reins to the closest man. Looking to the Albino, he said one word…
“RELOAD.”
The Albino holstered one pistol, and ejected shells from the other. Fritz noted the rig he wore had two Slim Jims, with butts forward. At least they both had cross-draws.
“Who are you?”
Fritz popped the flap on his holster. “I’m an horse soldier. A First Sergeant. And now, you’re gonna pay for the soldiers you killed.”
The Albino dropped his Colt into the well-worn rig. “You think you can take me?” His voice was steady, but there was doubt in his eyes…or was it fear?
“Only one way to find out,” Fritz replied, twisting his right hand. His left lay at his beltline.
He saw movement, the Albino’s right hand going for a twist draw. Fritz pulled the flap with his right hand, drawing the short-barreled Colt with his left. Three inches of barrel cleared leather quicker than seven inches did. As soon as he was on target, Fritz pulled the trigger. The shot caught the Albino in the right shoulder, spinning him violently. His Colt flew away as he fell, blood spurting from his wound.
Fritz instinctively cocked the hammer as walked forward, ready for a second shot. None was needed.
His skin could get no whiter. The Albino spat through gritted teeth. “Bastard...you win. Take me in now.”
Fritz lowered the hammer and holstered his pistol.
“Take you in?” he asked. “I said you were gonna pay.” Fritz smiled. “I leave you to the paymasters.”
He looked to the warriors, pointed towards the supine man, and turned away.
The screams were incredible.
-
Co-written by Scarlet Angel and Tensleep
As Scarlet tended him he grabbed her hand. "Oh Becca......"
If he had not been her friend she would have stuffed her finger in the wound.
"It's Scarlet Tensleep. Let me go." She said looking at him a little surprised.
"No Becca, no... I need you with me." His moans told her he was really out of it.
"Ah crap." She mumbled while pushed hard against his chest trying to pull away.
"Ross it's Scarlet. Let me go." She said louder.
"Becca, my Becca..." He pulled her hard against him. "Becca... don't leave me Becca, I love you!"
Scarlet had to wonder what kinda dreams he was having. None the less it was time to change tactics.
"I won't leave you John." She whispered as she tried to think of her next move.
"Becca, kiss me Becca, please kiss me again before I die."
"You better not die and leave me out here alone John. There's outlaws out there that mean to take me away if we don't defend ourselves." Scarlet said thinking next time she'd make sure to tie whoever she was working on up even if they looked harmless.
"I won't leave you Becca if I can help it." Tensleep groaned. "My Becca, my love." He held her tight to him.
"You better not leave me John, but you have to let me up. You're hurt and I have to keep the outlaws away." Scarlet said thinking somebody owed her big for being nice, she just wasn't sure who.
"Take my rifle Becca but stay close... Becca........." Tensleep passed out again.
Scarlet was out of his reach the second he started to relax. She leaned up against a rock and looked at him wondering if he was starting in on a fever that was making him delirious or was he just dreaming. After a moment she picked up her saddlebags and medical kit, put everything back where it belonged and began to listen to the sounds around them.
-
Fritz headed back. He'd hoped the Comanche had wiped out any remaining stragglers. But he had to make sure she was okay. He came down into the valley...
...and saw Scarlet in 'Sleep's embrace.
"Okay," Fritz thought. "There's gotta be a good reason for this."
'Sleep laid back down, and Scarlet picked up her traps. She heard Buddy's hoofbeats and turned.
-
As the marshal fell across the log his mind flashed to Rebecca. She had rushed to his side and was kneeling to tend him. As she knelt, he moaned "Oh Becca...."
His first thought was that he was dying before he had married the woman he loved. He reached for her. His mind was inflamed with thoughts of his love. He had to tell her.
After Scarlet had stood she heard him calling. "Rebecca, Rebecca I love you, I love........"
In his mind he heard the hoofbeats and as Fritz dismounted Tensleep tried to rise. "Run Rebecca, RUN!!! Don't let them take you!" and he fell back.
-
Scarlet had thought about replying to Tensleep telling Becca he loved her, it would have put his mind at ease, maybe.
"Becca loves you too John." She said.
Hearing the hoof beats she turned, happy and relieved to see Fritz. The look on his face concerned her, she was about to ask him if everything was alright when Tensleep tried to stand.
Scarlet’s first fear was that he’d try and draw his pistol thinking Fritz was an outlaw but he fell back instead. With that thought she swiftly moved behind him, catching him just before he hit the ground.
“It’s a friend John. It’s alright.” She said wrapping her arms around him and holding his hands tight so he couldn’t draw his pistols. She had thought about jerking the pistols from their holsters but figured that would cause a violent reaction.
Fritz could see by the look on her face as she glanced at him Scarlet was somewhat unnerved by what was going on.
“Are you ok?” She asked him.
-
Fritz dismounted, trailing the reins.
"Uh...yeah...How are you?"
"He was feverish," Scarlet replied. "Sleep must've thought I was Becca."
Fritz picked up 'Sleep's carbine and reloaded it. He slipped it back into thw scabbard, and led 'Sleep's horse to the gun carriage.
"If you're not still busy there," Fritz said, "I could use a hand harnessing the gun and the cassion."
He kept his head down. For some reason, his face was flushed.
"Darlin'..." Scarlet began. "You okay?"
Fritz busied his hands with the tack. "Yeah...sure I am."
She smiled her wicked grin. "Why Fritz King...you're JEALOUS!"
He looked back, geniunely shocked. "No I'm not! It's just that...well..."
Scarlet put her hand on his face it was warm.
"He was delerious Darlin'...he didn't want to die without telling Becca he loved her."
"He's not dying, is he?"
"No..."
Fritz touched her lips.
"Remind me to NEVER stop telling you."
-
She smiled lovingly at him, took his hand in hers and kissed him softly.
“My heart belongs only to you.” She whispered before stepping back. “He’s not going to die, but I don’t think moving him to soon is a good idea. If it’s not safe here we’ll have to figure something out.”
Fritz looked out into what was now the darkness. Scarlet knew he was thinking of something she just wasn’t sure what.
“If we need to go we better get busy and get outta here, if we’re gonna stay we should give these horses a break and unsaddle them.” She said.
-
Neither idea had much appeal for him. Fritz didn't like leaving the gun out any longer than necessary. If they moved tonight, they'd have to travel slowly. Buddy was pretty worn out. Adding the weight of the gun and cassion would make matters worse. They'd have to rig a travois for 'Sleep...a bumpy ride at best...at worst, a bone-jarring journey.
Then he heard it on the winds...
"Recall...?"
"What Honey?"
Fritz put his finger to his lips. "Listen..."
The trumpet call repeated, louder than before.
"It's a Patrol!"
Eight troopers in column of twos came over the ridge. At the lead was a young Corporal; to his left and rear was a trumpter.
Fritz waived. "Corporal Willis! Over here!"
The patrol obliqued to the left and came to a halt. Willis saluted.
"That's not necessary Corporal," Fritz said. "I'm just a Sergeant...an NCO like you."
"I know First Sergeant," Willis said. "But that's not why I did it."
Fritz returned the courtesy.
"Colonel Troutman sends his compliments." Willis eyed the howitzer. "I see you did what you set out to do."
Fritz sighed. "Yep...but at a cost. We've got a wounded man...and our horses are done in."
Two troopers came forward, and unhooked Buddy and 'Sleeps mount from the traces.
Willis replied, "We'll rig a canvas between the carriage and the cassion. Your marshal should be okay 'till we get to the fort."
Fritz looked to the boy's sleeves. "You wear those new stripes well."
-
Scarlet didn’t share Fritz’s apparent excitement at the sight of the patrol. She had been tired and worn, but that vanished with the sound of the trumpet that seemed to send an electric charge through every nerve in her body.
She kept mentally telling herself these were Fritz’s friends but she’d seen how they’d treated him. Scarlet had the impression that Ella thought very low of any medical attention that might be had at the fort. The thought of riding into Colonel Troutman’s playing field in the middle of the night made her blood run cold. She trusted the man about as far as she could throw him.
Scarlet had stepped near Tensleep, rested the palm of her right hand on the butt of her cross draw while she crossed her left arm over the top. She currently had no intention of drawing on any of them but it was a defensive position.
Lucky raised his head and moved closer to her, his eyes wide watching the men and horses. Her uneasiness made him uneasy and she knew it.
She glanced down at Tensleep. There was nothing the army medical should do for him, course they might try to sew up the hole in his leg. She knew Becca would have fits if Scarlet let that heathen doctor look at him. Funny how she used some of the same phrases Troutman used when referring to the Indians.
If it wasn’t for Fritz there would be no question in Scarlet’s mind what she’d do. She figured the odds out here were better for Tensleep and her than they were inside the fort. She wished she’d know what Tensleep’s feelings on the subject might be. If he’d be okay with going to the fort she’d let them go. How many times had Fritz trusted her with things he didn’t know or was uneasy with? Watching the troupers work she felt defeat in a battle she was probably the only one aware was going on.
-
Fritz hadn't missed the movement. Her hand resting on the butt of her Colt. He doubted that the troopers had missed it either. He moved between Scarlet and them.
"Corporal Willis, my intention is to see this gun safely back to the fort. Once there, I'd like to borrow a buckboard to transport Marshal Ross back to the Southern Star."
Willis looked to Fritz, then to the fiery blonde behind him. He nodded.
"I think we can make that happen, First Sergeant."
Fritz looked to Scarlet.
"Will that work for you?"
-
Scarlet glanced down, took a deep breath then looked into Fritz’s eyes.
She trusted everyone she chose to ride with, especially him. What made her good at her job was knowing when to ride side by side and knowing when to take the lead or fall in line.
She knew Fritz was aware of the tension between Colonel Troutman and her. The mutual feelings between Scarlet and Fields would have been noticed by a blind deaf man. He also knew the Colonel better than she did. How the Colonel would conduct himself in different situations. This is where he had the experience she did not. She’d ridden into worse camps and knew how to behave. It was time to step back and let Fritz take the lead.
Scarlet relaxed a bit, her palm slid forward so her forearm now rested on the butt of her pistol.
Her voice was soft and sincere when she spoke. “I trust you to make the decision that is best for all of us. If you think spending the night at the fort is better than traveling through the darkness that will work for me too. You can trust I will mind my manners.”
-
They rode in column of twos towards the open gate. The sentries stood to either side, allowing the patrol to pass. It was late, but even so, Colonel Troutman stood at the rail gun carriage creaked to a stop.
"My God," Troutman said, "you did it."
Fritz dismounted, handing Scarlet his reins. He and Corporal Willis mrached forward and saluted. This time, the salute was returned.
"Sir," Fritz said, "we've got a wounded man. Marshal Ross took one in the leg defending the howitzer."
Troutman looked grim. "How bad is he?"
"Scarlet treated his wound. He should be good enough to travel." Fritz looked about. "Have you got a buckboard to spare?"
"You should spend the night here," Troutman added, "and move out in the morning."
Fritz knew deep down he was right. He looked to Scarlet, who shifted a bit in her saddle.
"Very well sir. Could you point us in the direction of the barracks?"
Troutman laughed. "I won't hear of it. You and your fiance will have my quarters tonight."
"Sir I..."
"I insist." Troutman shook his hand. "Thank you Fritz."
Then he did something unusual. He walked out to Scarlet, and took off his hat. "Miss Longknife?"
"What is it, Colonel?" she replied.
"Thank you as well. We'll see to the Marshal. Please avail yourself of anything you need."
-
His amiable demeanor surprised Scarlet. She knew how to be polite and respectful, if there was a time and a place this would be it.
“Thank you Colonel Troutman.” She replied in a friendly tone he’d only ever heard from her once since meeting her.
Scarlet dismounted, she had been around the stable area enough over the years to know where everything was if they hadn’t changed it.
“If it is not a problem I would appreciate if the horses could go in the small corral at the end of the stable. It is out of the way and they will not be a bother to anybody there, unless it is in use.”
“The corral is empty; your animals will not be bothered.” He replied.
Scarlet slightly dipped her head in a gesture of gratitude.
“With the Colonel’s permission I would like to check on the Marshal after he is settled. I don’t believe he will require any attention from your doctor but I would be more than happy to answer any questions he might have.”
Colonel Troutman was taken back slightly. The woman who stood before him had proper manners fitting of a soldier’s wife, and knew how to use them. He had expected her to say something more to the effect of tell your doctor not to touch him.
Sam Troutman wondered what she would say if he denied permission, but this polite conversation was much more pleasant than they were both used to. Besides that he knew she would check on the Marshal, his permission or not.
“I will pass along your message to the doctor.”
“Thank you, now if you would excuse me I would like to put the horses away.”
The Colonel stood to the side and gestured with his hand for her to pass. She smiled appreciatively and led the three horses towards the corral.
Colonel Troutman had been more accommodating than he needed to be. Scarlet hoped there were no ulterior motives as she lead the horses towards the corral.
The Colonel watched her for a moment, looking from her to the black horse that walked behind her. She was still well armed, no doubt the same brazened creature he’d collided with time and time again.
A few of his men spoke highly of her. He’d even heard them talk about how bewitching she was if you were lucky enough to catch one of her dance performances at the saloon; he had yet to make one of those parties. A few of his men didn’t speak so well of her, her father just in a prettier wrapper; that was the woman he knew. Then there were the things Captain Fields said.
Colonel Troutman stepped next to Fritz. “She is an interesting woman your fiancé.”
-
"She certainly is that," Fritz replied. He watched her go. She turned her head and smiled. He knew she would. "She's the only thing in my life that's more important than the Army."
Troutman was taken aback again. "You don't say?"
It was late, dark, and familiar. "Sam, I don't intend on being a soldier forever. Soldiering's a game for the young, and there are days I don't feel that young anymore. But she makes me feel young. I'm more alive when I'm with her."
"I had no idea. You're certainly a lucky man."
"When I was down Mexico way, I was dead inside. They'd tortured me to the point where I didn't care anymore. She got me out. Scarlet saved me...kept me from retreating to that dark place we all harbor."
"There a bottle in my desk," Sam said. "You help yourself to it."
Fritz saluted. "Thank you sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see to my lady. And my horse."
-
After they saw to the horses Scarlet and Fritz made their way to the infirmary.
Walking towards where Tensleep was she saw a man bent over him looking at his wound a bit to close for her comfort. Scarlet paused and took a deep breath.
Fritz slipped his hand over hers and squeezed gently. “He’s only looking.”
Scarlet looked at him then smiled; Fritz seemed to have that effect on her. She composed herself and approached the doctor.
Hearing her footsteps the man looked up.
“Does it look okay? No infection startin’ in is there?” Scarlet asked.
“Doesn’t appear to be.” The man pushed his glasses back up with his index finger. “You the one who treated him?”
“Yes.”
“You the same one treated the others before they came back?”
“No, the posse is fortunate enough to have a very good healer.” Scarlet replied.
“He did an extraordinary job for field work.” The man said looking closer at Tensleep’s leg.
“I’ll be sure to tell Ella you admired HER work. His wound it’s not bleeding is it?” Scarlet leaned over and looked closer.
“No.” The doctor replied then looked at her again. “It’s true then. What they say about you?”
Scarlet half smiled. “Depends on who you’re listening to and what they are saying.”
“I’ve only ever seen wounds treated like this on Indians. They say you….” He was trying to think about how to say it without offending the woman.
“I’ve learned how to treat wounds from a number of different people. My father learned a lot from the Sioux that he taught to me and I learned a thing or to from the Comanche.”
“This should be stitched.” The doctor said.
“That would be a matter of opinion doctor.” Scarlet said somewhat uncomfortable with the man’s thoughts.
He raised an eyebrow in question.
“What’s your success rate with stitching a wound like that?” Scarlet asked.
“Anything broken?” He asked.
Scarlet shook her head no.
“I’d say good then.”
“Good, but you’ve had some problems?”
“We’ve had to amputate a few with this kind of wound, not many.” The doctor said.
“I’ve only ever seen one Indian with an amputated leg from a wound like this. He was treated by a white doctor.”
The doctor didn’t know what to say at this point.
“Indians believe the salve draws out poisons and keeps the tissue moist. It promotes healing from the inside out. By leaving the wound open you can see if there is any infection inside. You stitch it up, by the time you realize it’s infected it’s most likely to late. Marshal Ross deserves a better than good chance.” Scarlet stated as a matter of fact.
“Alright then.” The doctor said placing a fresh bandage on it.
“If he starts to fuss please come and get me.” Scarlet said then turned to leave.
“Miss.”
Scarlet looked over her shoulder.
“Would you tell me more about this kind of medicine sometime?”
Scarlet smiled. “Ella can most likely teach you more if you’re really interested but I will tell you what I know.”
The doctor smiled back at her.
They were almost to the door when she heard the familiar annoying voice.
“Ms. Corbin.” Andrew Fields wondered just how long he would take to get under Fritz’s skin. It wasn’t that he had anything against Fritz, except the fact he was with Scarlet, and he just couldn’t help himself but try and irritate her every chance he got.
Scarlet knew she should have ignored him and kept going but she stopped.
“What is it?”
He tried to sound innocent but he meant to make her mad, after all what could she do to him here. “Tell me what is it about old..er men you find attractive?”
Scarlet’s eyes narrowed. She really would have liked to have gone over and kicked the bed out from under him. Instead she turned and walked to his bedside with the sweetest smile on her face. She reached down and gently touched her fingers to his cheek and responded in a voice that held pity for him.
“Ah Darlin’ it’s not the age that makes a difference. It’s just…well.” A distressed look crossed her face. “men like my late husband and Fritz know how to conduct themselves on and off the battlefield. And well….until today I thought you at least knew how to conduct yourself on the battlefield.” She looked at him laying there and a more pity filled looked crossed her face. “I’ve been told you really don’t know how to off of it either. You poor dear.”
A few of the men snickered. Fields’ face turned bright red. Scarlet batted her eyelashes, suppressed the wicked grin that threatened her lips and turned taking Fritz by the hand as they went out the door.
-
Fritz pulled his boots off. The Colonel's quarters were small, but warm and well appointed. The bed was brass, and large enough for two. She knew what he was thinking.
"Why is he letting us stay here together? After all," Scarlet purred coyly, "we aren't married yet."
He worked his way out of his shirt. He'd have to soak it soon, to get most of the blood out. "I'm sure he realizes we've been together before. Neither of us are virgins."
She swatted his good shoulder.
"Besides, Sam Troutman's been on campaign. He's shared his bed a time or two."
Scarlet slipped her pistol under her pillow. "You think I was too hard on Fields." It wasn't a question.
"No," Fritz replied. "But he's already on shaky ground. He was wounded before his command. I showed him up, inadvertantly. It's natural that he be jealous."
Scarlet's shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing bare skin. "Has he reason to be jealous?"
Fritz touched her shoulders; an electric charge passed between them.
"You bet he does. Come lay down."
-
Scarlet was up before dawn. She had quietly slipped out of bed, into her clothes and out the door to go feed the horses. By the time she had thrown them hay and gone over them for the second time looking for any scrapes she’d missed last night there was a bustle of activity in the fort.
Scarlet climbed up on the fence and watched the men. A small patrol had ridden out all in an organized line. Others were practicing drills. There didn’t seem to be the chaos here you could find at the Starr if you went looking or felt like starting.
Johnny ran a tight crew to be sure, but they were more like a large family. There was no negotiating going on to see if some one could get out of something they really didn’t want to do today at the Fort. Something that Scarlet had not given a second thought to until one of the first times Fritz saw the men at the Starr doing it. She half smiled remembering him asking “are they kidding. Shouldn’t they just do as they were told?” She’d told him it didn’t happen often. The look he had on his face at the time told her he thought it shouldn’t happen at all.
While everyone always seemed to have something to do at the Starr it was different than being here.
Fritz awoke when she’d gotten up. He was pretty sure he knew where she might be going but she’d been gone much longer than he’d expected, even if she might have stopped to check on Tensleep. He’d had time to dress and check his gear then wonder what was keeping her. He’d start with the corral.
He smiled when he saw her sitting on the railing, his smile fading as he got closer. He could see it in her eyes there was something bothering her.
She glanced down at him as he approached then her eyes went back to the activities around them. She didn’t wait for him to say anything she just began to speak.
“I’m happy riding with Tensleep. He’s a good Marshal and he’s a good boss, we’ve similar views. I was happy, in a sense, when I was ridding with Jimmy, Dad and Bo, happy as I could be at the time anyway.”
Fritz knew she was talking about bounty hunting.
“I missed that person when I worked for Hart. He changed me in subtle ways at first, things I almost didn’t notice or I thought he had a good reason for. I woke up one morning not liking him for it and it got worse from there.
I told you once I would not change yet slowly I’ve changed you. You’re even living in a different world so to speak. I told you once you should do what’s best for you Fritz.” She looked down at him. “I still want what’s best for you I don’t ever want you waking up on that ranch thinking you have to endure another day in a place you’re really not happy with a person who has changed you to someone you don’t want to be.”
-
He'd woke with revelrie, well before Scarlet. He heard the trumpter's call, and started to move. Then Fritz realized he didn't have to wake up. He cuddled closer to Scarlet, and drifted off again.
When he woke the second time, she was gone. Fritz didn't have his shaving kit, so he made himself as presentable as possible before stepping out. Even now, in the dim morning light, the fort was bustling with activity. He knew he'd miss it when his time was up. And that time was quickly approaching. But he'd discovered a new life, one that was worth living.
He saw her sitting on the corral's rail fence. Fritz smiled as the first rays of sunlight danced across her face. Then he noticed the pain in her eyes.
He let her speak her piece, then paused. He wanted to find the right words. Fritz searched his vest pocket for a smoke. His last cigar had been smashed beyond recognition.
"Damn."
He saw her eyes...were there tears there? Or just a trick of the light.
"Darlin," Fritz began, "you know me better than anyone, but you still doubt yourself."
He climbed up on the fence next to his love. "You've shown me that there's so much more to life than Army Blue. I've given most of my adult life to the service of my country. I've forgotten what it was like to have passion in my life. To love something more than and ideal."
She took his hands.
"I want you to be happy, sugar. That's all that matters to me."
Fritz kissed her cheek.
"Then marry me Scarlet. Make me that happiest man on earth."
-
Ella had woken to the dinner bell calling the hands. She dressed and washed her face before going down to the kitchen. "Have Becca and the boys gotten dinner yet?" she asked Rose.
"Not yet. I was going to take a tray out there as soon as everything is settled in here," answered Rose.
"I'll take the tray out, and eat with them."
Dinner was stew - one pot of food that could handle every appetite from an invalid able to eat only broth to a ranch hand who had been working hard all day. Ella put cups, bowls and silverware with a small kettle of stew and a pitcher of water on a tray, and carried it out to the foaling shed.
"Becca," she called from outside the door. "Open up. I've got my hands full of dinner for the four of us."
-
Ella could hear Mr. Dawg sniffing at the door from the other side, then Becca laugh softly.
“I think ya mighta forgot one of us.” She said slightly opening the door and peeking out just to be sure Ella was alone.
Mr. Dawg sat politely while Ella stepped in. “Go on.” Becca said to the big black dog who looked longingly towards the house.
He let out one big “woof” and then went straight for the kitchen. Of course he never completely made it all the way without getting scraps from the cowboys.
The living quarters in the foaling shed were small but it had a table to eat at, a stove for heat and a bed.
“The table is meant for two but I think we can all squeeze up to it.” Becca said moving a few things out of the way so Ella could put the tray down. “Blue Feather has been resting comfortably. I had one of the men bring in Gypsy and her colt, that has kept Wolf Song occupied for some time.”
Wolf Song flashed a wide grin.
-
"I thought I might get a language lesson over dinner," said Ella, grinning back at Wolf Song. "Maybe horses are a good topic to start on."
-
Wolf Song looked as if he might explode with excitement.
He thought about it for a moment..just how to put it correctly for Ella.
"I am told, I can.." he was trying to remember the correct word" chew you're ear off about them." He fianlly said.
Becca surpressed a grin and looked at Ella.
-
Scarlet smiled softly. Fritz knew her well. He was completely correct saying she doubted herself.
Scarlet would stand toe to toe in hand to hand combat with a man twice her size and never give it a second thought, throw a saddle on a horse that hadn’t been ridden for years and give what she felt was pretty decent advice to those who asked. But affairs of her own heart…..she supposed she was a victim of society’s ideals.
Society taught you you got married and raised a family. She couldn’t give him a family. A few short seconds had changed that for her. The man who had caused the accident had paid with his head. Scarlet would do it again given the chance. Then there had been Scott. He continuously had talked about raising a family. They had left Fritz a hell of a mess to deal with, whether he knew it or not.
They had talked about family, he was aware of the situation. Fritz had slipped once. It had been a natural comment between two people who loved one another about her being a good mother someday. She had never said anything regarding it and he may not even remember saying it. She didn’t hold it against him but it occasionally made her wonder if she really could make him happy.
Scarlet watched him climb up next to her. Listened to what he had to say before taking his hand and telling him his happiness is what mattered to her.
She closed her eyes and smiled as he kissed her cheek. There was never any doubt in her mind he had her heart.
Scarlet was surprised when she heard him say "Then marry me Scarlet. Make me that happiest man on earth." She opened her eyes and looked at him thinking of saying the same things they had been over before. But this time she thought before opening her mouth.
Rebecca had asked her not long ago is she had any regrets about Fritz. Scarlet had replied she regretted when he had asked her to marry him she had sounded like some negotiator telling him why it might be a bad idea. She had wished she would have jumped into his arms and accepted.
Scarlet trusted him with her life and her heart it was about time to “cowboy up” as the men would say and prove it.
Scarlet let go of his hand, swung down and stood on the middle rail, positioning herself between his knees. She cupped his cheek and smiled causing him to smile. Scarlet looked into his eyes that sparkled the minute he smiled at her. She leaned in and kissed him passionately, a very inappropriate display of affection in public but she did not care.
Her lips barely brushed his as she spoke. “I will marry you Fritz, and I will do my very best to see to it we are very happy and you never forget what it is like to have passion in your life.”
-
Sam Troutman stepped outside the barracks to take in the morning air. He lit his pipe. A hot cup of coffee steamed in his hand. He looked across the parade deck, and saw something he thought he'd never see. Fritz sat on the top rail of the corral. Scarlet stood between his knees. She kissed him passionately. Fritz returned in kind. He was in uniform...and didn't seem to care.
The Officer of the Day strode purposefully towards the couple. Sam called him over.
"What's your plan son?"
The young man saluted. "Sir, that Sergeant is publically displaying his affection...and to one of those LONGKNIFES to boot!"
Sam shook his head and laughed. "Leave him alone son. Can't you see he's in love?"
-
Scarlet leaned back and smiled at Fritz. She looked forward to the sunrises because of him, the sunsets even more so. That was just one of the things he could see in her smile as she looked into his eyes.
“Penny for your thoughts.” He said softly.
Scarlet slightly blushed and chuckled softly.
Fritz grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Milady, you blush at your own thoughts?”
“Save your penny Fritz King.” She said placing her hand over his as he made the gesture of searching for a penny. “I will tell you two things.”
They both grinned again.
“First, I love you with all my heart.” She kissed him softly. “Second, you sir, make my horse very jealous.” Scarlet chuckled.
Fritz looked next to him to see Lucky bumping Scarlet’s shoulder with his nose to get her attention while he eyed Fritz like he was a trespasser.
Scarlet ran her fingers through Lucky’s long forelock and she made a kissing noise as the horse touched the end of his nose to her chin. “I love you too; nobody can take your place.” She said.
A look of satisfaction seemed to reflect in Lucky’s eyes. Fritz could just imagine the animal saying “Ha! I knew it, and now you do too.” Lucky bobbed his head up and down before he turned and went back to his breakfast.
“I think he has a good idea, finding something to eat before we get moving.” Scarlet said stepping off of the fence. “Then I will need to change Tensleep’s dressing before we get underway.”
Fritz climbed off the fence. “I highly doubt any of those thoughts would cause you to blush.” He teased.
Scarlet’s eyes danced and she flashed him an impish grin. “Perhaps you shall have to ask your wife.” She teased back.
-
They had just settled down to eat dinner when Patches rapped on the door. "Becca, Scarlet sent that they're all at the fort, mission accomplished, back in the morning."
With Becca's worry eased, dinner was a cheerful meal, with a lot of laughter as Ella and Wolf Song traded language lessons. Blue Feather was feeling much better, and he helped teach Ella.
Too soon, Ella felt duty calling her to return to the infirmary. She took the tray back to the kitchen on the way.
She could hear laughter from the infirmary as she approached. Once inside the building, she could hear Patches and Bill telling stories. Her face grew warm when she realized they were painting her as a dime-novel heroine.
She decided to check on Jimmy's friend and John Smith in the small room first. Both were awake. Jimmy was feeding broth to John Smith. The empty bowl next to his friend indicated that he had also eaten.
"How are you feeling," she asked.
"Surprised to be alive," he answered.
"There's still a bullet in your back to be removed, but I can take care of that in the morning. You don't want to move around any more than you need to until it's out, else it might damage your spine. Do you need anything?"
"Not a thing. James is taking real good care of me."
Ella turned her attention to Smith, "How are you feeling?"
"I remember I was starting to tell the Sergeant what I saw, when everything went black," he answered. "I heard Andrews cussing about redskins, but the man who shot me was all white, unnaturally white."
"The Sergeant will be back in the morning, and he'll want to hear what you saw. I'll come back later to change your bandages."
In the other room, Bill was just finishing up the story. "George hung there for a good five seconds and then peeled off the rock like old wallpaper to tumble head over heels to the shallows below where he lay moaning softly."
-
Combined effort of Scarlet & Tensleep
Scarlet held out a piece of paper as she approached the doctor. “Here’s the list of ingredients that I used.”
“Thank you.” He replied taking the paper.
“How’s the Marshal?” She asked.
“You can ask him yourself.” The doctor replied.
Scarlet walked up to where Tensleep lay. “Becca wouldn’t look kindly on me if I lost ya. She’s not going to be impressed I let you get shot up.” She smiled. “How you feeling?”
"I feel like a wagon loaded with gunpowder just ran over me. How do I look?"
Tensleep laid his head back down. "What happened?"
Scarlet put her hand to his forehead, he wasn’t running a fever, his color was much better than when they came in but had not completely come back. “Ya look like someone poked a hole in yer leg after the wagon run ya down. You going to let me look at it or would you prefer the doctor here do it?”
"Are you kiddin' me.... 'course I want you to look at it... who was it patched me up? Was you wasn't it?" Tensleep looked at Scarlet. "Did we finish 'em off?"
“Yeah, that’s my handiwork.” Scarlet said as she unwrapped the wound. “As far as I know. If there are any left alive they are going to be turning themselves into the army I’m sure.” She said placing her palm over the entry and exit points feeling for any heat that might be caused by infection. She watched his eyes for a reaction to her touch. If there was nerve damage he most likely wouldn’t feel light touch on his thigh.
"Ouch! Watch out woman!" Scarlet quickly looked at Tensleep, he was grinning. "Want me to tell 'Becca an' Fritz what yer up to?" He winked at her.
“Enjoy it, it’s about to get worse, and Fritz already knows about us.” She chuckled softly.
“I need some warm clean water, a pan, syringe, towels, and more bandages, all of it clean.” She said to the doctor who went promptly to retrieve what she’d asked for.
Scarlet pulled the jar she’d taken from her saddlebags earlier from her pocket.
She looked back to Tensleep. “It’s gonna hurt some.”
He grimaced when he heard those words because when Scarlet said hurt she meant pain! "Do yer damndest, I reckon I'll live. Jist remember lady, I am yer boss an' payback is liable to be when yer least expectin' it." The grimmace turned to a grin.
“Well then, I’ll either have to be real gentle or just make it worth what’s comin’.” Scarlet grinned at him.
"Gentle would be nice missy, jist get it over with." Tensleep was laying back now.
The doctor returned with all of the things she asked for.
Most of Tensleep’s pant leg was already missing so she didn’t have to worry about that getting in the way.
“Lift yer leg, I’m going to put the pan under it.” Scarlet said.
As soon as Tensleep relaxed his leg Scarlet said “Don’t move.” She poked her small finger in the hole in Tensleep’s leg pushing the paste she’d put in there the night before out the other side as best as she could catching it in her other hand.
Tensleep looked at the doctor. "This tha way you treat yer patients?"
"Uh... no, no, I have never uh, done this sort of treatment." The doctor was wide eyed.
"Reckon you need to spend some time with Ella or ah Shoshone medicine man then, might learn something." Tensleep was now holding his breath.
"Dammit gal, you study with that Shoshone dawg Blue Cloud? He made me kick him one time an' now yer gittin' close."
“Johnny Longknife, cept he uses a stick. Spinning Bear, Comanche, uses his finger if he can. Says you can feel things ain’t supposed to be there.” She said with one last push.
The doctor stared; he’d never seen anybody do such a thing.
Scarlet began to look closely at the gooey mess in her hand.
She held her hand over to him. “What does it tell ya?”
The doctor looked close. The stuff in the jar was white. This was white with some blood mixed in. “It bled some but not much.”
“What does it smell like?”
The doctor looked at her. She wasn’t kidding, so he sniffed at her hand. “I don’t know.”
Scarlet smiled. “What it doesn’t smell like is rotten flesh, and what I didn’t feel is any puss.”
She stepped over to the sink and washed her hands then came back.
“The worse part is over Sugar.” She said to Tensleep.
"Thank you darlin', yer gettin' almost as good as Ella. I'll be ready to ride in two days now. Gonna push some more o' that salve down that hole now?" The grin was back on the marshal's face. "Sure hope yer gonna feed me after tha torture is over."
"You will never ride in two..." The army doctor started.
"Tha hell I won't, you just watch me." Tensleep had fire in his voice.
“I’m gonna flush the rest of it out then yes, fill it back up.” Scarlet said filling the syringe with the warm water. “Ella probably has something that would have killed the pain while she removed the salve."
She flushed the wound then removed the pan she had placed under his leg. She looked at the contents of the pan as well to make sure there was nothing there that shouldn’t be.
"Then yer gonna get me a steak right?"
Scarlet looked at the doctor out of the corner of her eye. “Seems like a small request considering how many Ella had to feed and doctor.”
The doctor called one of the nurses over. She looked wide eyed as she listened to the doctor’s request.
“You couldn’t do that in front of all the other patients wouldn’t be proper. Can he be moved?” She asked.
Scarlet was finishing packing the wound and beginning to bandage it by this time.
“Would be up to the Marshal.” She looked at Tensleep. “Fritz also was able to arrange a buckboard if you want to go home today. That is unless you want to wait til you can ride outta here in a couple days.”
"Lemme eat and then we ride far as I'm concerned. Home at tha Starr is where we need to be." Tensleep looked at the doctor. "Reckon the army will loan me some pants?"
The nurse disappeared and returned with some pants and a clean shirt for Tensleep. “The doctor said you could eat in his office.” She said placing the clothes on the bed next to Tensleep. “Now let me help you.”
“I’ll meet you in the doctor’s office.” Scarlet said.
"I'll be along in a minute er two, I ready to head out."
The doctor followed Scarlet asking her questions about what was on the list she’d given him and amazed to find out everything could be found in the general area.
“I would like to meet the lady Ella you speak of.” He said pushing his glasses up again as he spoke.
“Why don’t you come with the patrol that should be picking up the men that are at the Starr?” Scarlet replied causing the doctor to smile.
“I understand the Southern Starr has a telegraph?” He said
Scarlet half smiled and shook her head yes as she thought the Southern Starr had a lot of stuff people might be surprised to find out.
“We should wire them and ask Miss Ella when the men can be moved and if she would have time to speak with me.” The doctor said.
Scarlet changed direction and headed towards the fort’s telegraph office.
-
The ride back to the Starr was uneventful. It was a beautiful day. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun shone brightly. Hawks traced lazy circles in the air. Fritz was thankful he could notice these things. Perhaps it was the woman beside him that made it so. He thanked God for her.
This day stood in sharp contrast to those previous. It was easy to forget the fighting and death that occurred...but you never really forgot, did you?
Lucky and Buddy were side by side in the harness of the borrowed buckboard. They worked well together. Tensleep lay in the back, atop saddles, horse blankets, and various pieces of gear. His eyes were closed, but he probably felt every bump in the road. His horse was tied to the rear of the wagon.
“So,” asked Scarlet, “what do you want as a wedding present?”
Fritz really hadn’t thought about it. “You’re all the present I need,” he replied.
“You sure you won’t get tired of unwrapping it?”
He slid his hand along her thigh. “Not a chance.”
Fritz suppressed a smile. She noticed it immediately. “What are you grinning about?”
“Nothing. What do you want as a wedding gift?”
It was her turn to smile. “Whatever you get me, I’m sure I’ll love it.”
He’d hoped there was time to put the finishing touches on the house. Maybe Rose had done some work to it while they’d been gone.
They arrived at the Starr without incident. Fritz figured he’d get a tongue lashing from ‘Becca, for almost getting her man killed. She’d practically jumped into the buckboard, and ‘Sleep’s waiting arms.
“Yeah,” Fritz thought. “I know what that feels like.”
Scarlet jumped out of the wagon and hugged her mom. Johnny looked at Fritz and nodded. He seemed to say, “You done good. You brought her home.
For once in his life, he felt like he was home.
-
Patches brought the telegram into the infirmary. Seeing Ella busy operating on T.J. with Bill assisting, she waited until Ella put the instruments down before speaking up, "Ella, Doctor at the fort wants to know when the troopers can be moved to the fort and when you have time to talk to him."
Ella continued with bandaging while she thought a moment before replying, "4 can be moved already. The ones with bullet-broken bones need to heal more before they get bounced around a wagon again. Tmorrow morning would be convenient for him to come collect the first load, and talk to me."
Patches responded, "I'll send the reply."
Bill and Ella moved T.J. back to his bed. Bill went off to round up a couple helpers to bring the prisoner with the damaged hand to the surgery, while Ella waited with T.J. for the chloroform to wear off. Lots of patients got sick to their stomach after chloroform. It was only a few minutes before T.J. groaned and opened his eyes.
"How are you feeling?" asked Ella, holding a cup of cool water with a straw for him to sip.
"Alive, which is pretty good," he replied.
"You were awfully lucky with that bullet. If the shooter had raised the muzzle just an inch, the bullet would have entered at one kidney and gone out through a lung. Instead, you're going to be uncomfortable sitting for a while, because all that muscle and fat you sit on slowed the bullet down before it got to anything vital."
-
T.J. chuckled at Ella’s comment. “My wife always tells me I need to eat more. Spect you’re the first one ta ever say I had fat on my body. She says it comes from bein’ on the trail to much and never gettin’ a good home cooked meal.
Miss Ella, you suppose someone could get a telegram to my family and tell ‘em I ain’t dead just yet. I’m sure if the army has found the patrol they’ve told her about what happened.”
T.J. looked somewhat sad, maybe a bit guilty. “My wife begged me to leave the army after the war. She said God had seen fit to spare my life so I’d be around for her. But I don’t know no other life, no other way of puttin’ food on the table.”
-
When Fritz stepped down from the wagon Rose hugged him tightly. “Alla you boys are going to make my hair gray before my time. I guess I’m gonna be worrying about one of ya all the time, seems like I can’t keep you all locked in the house and safe, one of ya manages to wander off.” She stepped back and smiled, the same smile Fritz had seen her give Bo, Jimmy and Scarlet. The smile a mother had for her children. Then she grinned. “I just hope you aren’t like Scarlet, she just makes my hair fall out, but something tells me you will always be right there with her.” Rose chuckled then thought for a moment. “Maybe I should just order one of them fancy wigs now.” She laughed again then walked to the back of the wagon.
One of the hands had come to help Becca move Tensleep so Rose took his horse to the stable.
The look Becca shot Scarlet didn’t go unnoticed.
“He’s in one piece.” Scarlet said looking back towards Becca.
“Don’t think we’re not going to talk about this.” Becca retorted then continued on her way.
Scarlet looked over at Fritz. “She’ll cool off in a couple ‘o days. But watch out she’s got hot temper and a sharp tongue at times.”
“I heard that!” Becca yelled back over her shoulder as she helped Tensleep up on the porch.
“I can’t blame her.” Scarlet said as she and Fritz walked the horses to the barn. “I know I’d be awfully unhappy if she brought you back shot up, but thankful she’d brought you back alive.” Scarlet smiled at him.
-
"We've got a telegraph here, and I'm the back-up operator. Tell me where the telegram needs to go, and I'll get it sent," replied Ella. "We've got house-room here, if she wants to be here while you recuperate. As for what else to do besides the Army, you've got a little time to think about that. You won't be fit for duty for a month at least."
-
“I’ll write it down for you, if you have paper.”
Ella took a pad from her pockets and handed it to him along with a pencil.
T.J. wrote down all of the contact information for Ella and handed her back the pad and pencil. “You’re offer is appreciated, but I wouldn’t want to impose on Johnny and his wife.”
“Looks like yer gonna make it.” Jimmy’s said as he approached.
“Well they weren’t no Rebs takin shots at me, guess it’s a good thing. Someone once told me them boys could kill a squirrel at a thousand yards.”
Jimmy chuckled at the comment then said “Ella can I have a word with you please?”
Ella got up and followed him out the door.
“I heard what T.J. told you about not imposing. Truth is he’s a proud man but he just gets buy on his pay. I doubt he can afford to get his wife and son here. Do me a favor when you send that telegram and tell her there are train tickets waiting for her and her son and passage is booked through to El Paso. They have a place to stay and I will meet her. Miss Jane believes what goes around comes around and she’s always been a kind and giving lady. No need to mention this to anybody else.” Jimmy looked at her and smiled a bit devilishly. “I wouldn’t want to ruin my rotten reputation.”
-
"I'll tell her that in the telegram. I'll send it as soon as I finish in surgery this morning," replied Ella. "If you hadn't offered, I was going to get the tickets for her to come out here. I won't tell anyone about you appearing to act out of character. Those who believe the worst about you would doubt the story anyway." She grinned at him, then continued soberly, "We need to think about other possible occupations for him. He just used up his share of luck, and needs to get out of the Army while he is still in one piece."
Bill with a couple hands came in through the door carrying the outlaw with the wounded hand, and deposited him on the table. Ella went in. The outlaw was moaning and carrying on, but Ella thought it was more fear than pain.
"Don't take my hand, please, don't take my hand," he kept repeating.
"I am not going to cut it off today. I am going to operate to repair as much of the damage that blown-up gun did as possible. Calm down and lie still, please," she said soothingly.
The man continued to thrash around and beg. The ranch hands and Bill restrained him, while Ella put the cloth mask over his nose and mouth, all the while talking quietly and soothingly. The chloroform soon took effect, and he relaxed. Bill moved to assist with the surgery, the ranch hands stood out of the way.
Finally, Ella stepped back and put the instruments away. "He won't be able to use the hand much, but it won't putrefy and kill him. Let's take him back to his cell. The fresh air outside will help him wake up sooner."
-
Combined effort of Tensleep & Scarlet
Becca helped Tensleep to a chair.
"How bad is it?" She asked. The tone of her voice told him she'd been worried.
"So bad that it may take thousands of kisses from a beautiful woman to help it heal. I think that my treatment should start right now." He pulled her down until she was sitting on the arm of the chair.
She suppressed her grin and leaned down and kissed him sweetly.
"Possibly a bath is in order too." Her grin reappeared and her green eyes danced. "You smell of death and hospitals." She sniffed at the nap of his neck. "And I want to know why your neck smells like you've been very close to Scarlet."
"I suppose that a bath is close to the top of the list, but first a couple more of those kisses." He kissed her lovingly her nearness reminding him just how much he loved her. "Could be Scarlet's saddle that was under my head on the way here, or maybe cuz Scarlet saved my life or that she was my doctor and nurse....."
Tensleep softly kissed 'Becca again. "You gonna give that bath?"
‘Becca raised an eyebrow “Saved your life. How bad is it John?”
"Bad 'nuf that I passed out, didn't know where I was an' Scarlet kept that sawbones at the post from cuttin' my leg off." He sighed. "Just a hole all the way through, but Scarlet knew what to do. Good part is she took charge an' did it. I know that you have seen her like that."
‘Becca laughed softly. “Scarlet knows when to follow and she knows when to take charge.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Scarlet don’t like doctors. Ella is the only doctor I ever seen Scarlet let touch her. Between that and her lifestyle she has learned how to do some healing of her own. Ya know she started learning medicine because of the horses, then I understand she did her fair share of patching up on these men around here.”
Rebecca was doing her best to fight feelings she was unfamiliar with. She really would have liked to scream at Scarlet for touching John but was unsure why. She knew Scarlet would have done the same for any of her other friends, she’d patched ‘Becca a time or two in their travels together.
“If you got a hole all the way through it sounds like you’re not gonna be sittin’ in to deep o’ water for a while. Gonna have to find a sponge I suppose.”
"Only one that I'm gonna let touch that sponge or me is you gal, only you. I'll be forever thankful to Scarlet for what she did."
'Becca looked at John "Tensleep" Ross. "Oh yeah? Just what did she do that you are so thankful for?"
"Introducing you to me." Tensleep couldn't help but smile as he saw the worry drain from his future wife's face.
She cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him passionately. “I need to get some water, that sponge and check on the boys. Blue Feather is not going far but Wolf Song can be a handful. He wanted to watch Ella do her surgeries this morning. Didn’t think the soldiers would like that so I had to get him interested in something else.”
She started to walk towards the door then looked over her shoulder. “Do I get to undress you and sponge you off right there?” Her green eyes danced mischievously.
He chuckled, "Anywhere and whenever you want darling, but I figger you better undress too." His wink didn't go unnoticed.
“Now John Ross, I’m not the type of woman to take advantage of a wounded man that nearly lost his life just a day or so ago. You need to mend, cuz I am the type of woman who expects a great deal on her wedding night.” She tried to look serious but a smile was threatening her lips.
"I just don't want you to get your clothes wet darlin', always thinkin' of you." Tensleep was grinning. "As for your wedding night, I sure hope that you aren't looking forward to too much sleep."
She was leaning against the door now. “Oh Darlin’ on the contrary I am looking forward to all the ‘Sleep I can get.”
"Ask and you shall receive my darling, ask and you shall receive." Tensleep winked at her again. "Now get yer sweet butt out there and find us some water wench."
He could hear her laugh as she closed the door behind her.
"Reckon I need to marry that woman quick!"
-
Fritz headed to the bunkhouse to grab his cleaning kit. Upon arrival, he noticed that all his gear was gone. Somewhat perplexed, he went to the house, and up to Scarlet's room. There were all his things, neatly laid out on their bed.
"So, it's official," he thought with a smile.
His stripped his blouse and rolled his sleeves. Fritz field stripped his weapons, cleaned, and oiled them. He stowed the Springfield on the rack. He'd miss that '66...it sure was a sweet shooter. Oh well.
Next he concentrated on the short-barrelled Colt. It was practically brand new. He had to fight a bit with the cylinder pin, but it eventually came out. The kid who'd owned it previously probably never had it apart. He cleaned and oiled the piece, and put it under his pillow.
Scarlet hadn't come up yet. Fritz figured she was busy visiting with her family. He wouldn't disturb her. He'd stripped off as much as he could to remain decent, and headed to the bath house. As he closed the door behind him, Scarlet slipped her arms around him.
"I was wondering when you'd be down," she purred.
When the two finally came up for air, Fritz asked, "Is there room in one of those things for two?"
Scarlet slowly turned, dropping the towel as she walked.
"Why don't we find out?'
His grin widened.
-
Scarlet gently massaged his shoulders, careful of his wound. She could feel him relax as he leaned back against her. She could feel herself relax along with him. Fritz had a way of awakening feelings in her so long forgotten they almost seemed foreign.
She and Patches had talked about how someone could make you feel safe and content. Scarlet felt safe under fire with the men she trusted, but this was a different kind of safe. Not only did she trust him in the field to protect her but her heart felt safe with Fritz.
Scarlet smiled contently, kissed him on the neck then whispered “Have you thought of where you’d like to spend our wedding night?”
-
"As a matter of fact," Fritz replied, turning to face her. "I do."
She leaned in close. "Tell me."
He leaned close to her ear, his lips brushing it.
"In your arms of course!"
She splashed his face. "I'm serious!"
"I know darlin," Fritz said. "Suffice it to say there's a place for us."
Scarlet got up, water glistening on her body.
"Well, you should come upstairs now, so we can talk about it."
She wrapped a towel 'round herself, grabbed his clothes, and sprinted out the door.
"SCARLET!"
-
He could hear her laugh as she went out the door, playful and devilish mixed together.
Scarlet figured this time of the day everybody would be outside or in the medical wing. She was right as she slipped through the house and up the stairs to her room, besides he had a towel and her clothes.
Rose had told her she had moved Fritz’s things back in her room when they returned. Scarlet grinned as she went to the closet and traded the towel for one of Fritz’s clean shirts. She wondered what was taking him so long, he really shouldn’t be that far behind her.
-
"Okay," Fritz said. "This shouldn't be too hard."
He stepped out of the tub and grabbed the one remaining towel. It wasn't quite as big as the one Scarlet had grabbed. He covered himself to the best of his ability, and with all the dignity he could muster, Fritz stepped out of the bathhouse.
Fortunately, the hands were busy working. And he hoped the laides were otherwise disposed. Fritz took the stairs two at a time. He heard her gigling inside. Fritz turned the knob and opened the door.
-
Scarlet’s bit her bottom lip to try and suppress her grin and stop the giggling. The mischievous look in her eyes betrayed any serious look she might try to muster.
She’d forgotten this side of her existed. It was something she’d lost long ago with what she had believed was her ability to love anybody else. He’d found her heart and now he was awakening the playful side she’d buried too.
“Why Mr. King, I don’t believe I’ve ever had a half naked suitor at this door before.” She said as innocently as she could as she sashayed across the floor and put her hand on the other side of the door knob.
“I don’t believe my father would approve of such things.” She said leaning against the door as she looked him up and down. The grin that danced across her lips told him she was enjoying this game.
She stepped back and opened the door more so he could come in. “Perhaps you should get in here before he catches you.”
“I must warn you. I think that you have awakened the devilish side in me Sugar, and I just can't seem to control myself around you.” She said as he stepped into the room.
-
A few hours later, and Scarlet was curled up in his arms. She smiled sweetly. He hoped her dreams were pleasant ones.
Fritz moved slowly from the bed. He'd been staring at the chest for awhile now. Fritz opened it up. The dress uniform was almost new. He'd only worn it once back at Jefferson Barracks. God, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He pulled the blouse on. Amazingly, it still fit. It probably fit better now. All that time behind a desk had put a few extra pounds on him. He hooked it on the back of the door.
There was a small horsehair brush in the chest. He broke it out and began going over the blouse. There were no moth holes, and any lint remaining was flicked away.
He pulled the NCO shoulder scales out. They were a bit tarnished, as were the buttons. They'd clean up nice though. There was a small wooden case near the bottom. Inside was a small piece of metal, attached to a blue strip of cloth. It was the only medal he'd ever earned. Fritz tried to remember the citation. "For conspicuous gallantry..."
He turned back to see Scarlet propped up on one elbow, looking at him. Her pose was not quite decent. He smiled.
"How long have you been looking at me?"
"A while," she said. "You care for that uniform the same way you do your weapons. 'Meticulous' is the word."
He put the box down and sat next to his love. "It'll probably be the last time I wear the darned thing. I want to look my best for you."
She reached up and touched his face. "You look pretty good right now."
-
Scarlet awoke before the sunrise. They’d spent the evening holding one another close talking until they’d fallen asleep.
She’d asked Fritz if his family knew where he was. He had replied “Yes, I think Rose put my things back in here and I’m sure Johnny knows.”
Scarlet was glad Fritz felt that way and she knew her family felt the same about him. She wondered if Johnny knew more about Fritz than his own family did. She knew Johnny had checked into his background and guessed it was pretty close to the day Fritz had put the ruby ring on her finger. What Johnny couldn’t find out, or wanted to confirm, he asked Fritz directly. He probably knew more than Scarlet did about some things. Scarlet let the subject go after Fritz’s comment. She knew Rose had made it clear to him his family was welcome at the Starr. Since they’d talked of his family before Scarlet would leave it up to Fritz whether he wanted to communicate with them or not.
He’d asked about her wedding dress, she’d grinned and told him she wanted to look her best for him too he was just going to have to wait to see that. He laughed when she promised it was indeed a dress, he’d seen her in very few.
He asked how Scarlet had come to know Captain Fields. “Hometown spoiled bully.” She’d replied.
“You would have killed him.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“He’s alive because I stopped Travis from killing him. In some cultures that means his life belongs to me.” She laughed softly.
“Did he hurt you?” Fritz sounded irritated.
“Not really, we had words because I wouldn’t help him in his Indian hunt, was before he joined up. I made the mistake of turning my back on him. He grabbed me from behind and told me I was going to take him where he wanted to go. Travis went crazy, nearly killed him with his bare hands.”
That explained a lot of things but not some of the comments Fields had made, but that didn’t matter right now. Fritz pulled her close. “Can’t say as I blame him for feeling that way.”
Lying here now listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beat made her smile and brought her a great deal of piece.
Fritz traced his fingers gently along her back.
“Good morning.” She said softly.
-
They had spooned in the night. It was a comfortable position. Where their flesh met, they were united. It was hard to tell where he ended ans she began. And now, as he ran his fingers lightly down the small of her back, an electric charge passed between them. She arched her back, her buttocks barely touching him. She was playing, and he grew warm.
"Okay," Fritz said, "time to get up." He flipped the covers back and hopped out of bed.
"What's your hurry darlin?" Scarlet whispered, her bare bottom beckoning.
"If we don't get up now, we never will. 'Sides," Fritz replied, "I'm sure there some work to do." He grabbed a clean pair of canvas britches and put them on. Outside the door, there was a tray of hot biscuits, molasses and sweet butter, as well as a pot of hot coffee. A pink card sat on the tray. It read:
"You'll need your strength. We won't bother you, but you really should come down. Love, Rose and Johnny.
P.S. Is today the day?"
Fritz smiled.
-
Fritz was right, Scarlet had a whole list of things that needed to be done.
She smiled lopsidedly at Fritz as he carried the tray back into the room.
“You got a secret admirer or something Sugar? Room service just doesn’t happen ‘round here.” She said teasingly as she pulled on her boots.
Fritz chuckled as he set the tray on the small table inside the balcony door then filled the two cups.
“Should I be jealous?” She asked. He could hear the grin in her voice.
Fritz turned to hand her the cup.
Scarlet stood in front of him, she was dressed and ready to start the day with the exception of buttoning her shirt.
-
Fritz put a cup of coffee in her hand, then slipped his free hand inside her shirt. He cupped her breast, leaned close, and whispered in her ear.
"You shouldn't do that. It gives me ideas."
He nibbled her earlobe for emphasis.
-
“I’ll make a note to myself I shouldn’t do this.” She whispered back then kissed his cheek. “And since we both got work to do it’ll give you something to think about while you’re doing yours.” She stepped back and tried to smile innocently as she set down her cup and buttoned her shirt.
Scarlet had been told on more than one occasion she knew how to be a complete tease and a devilish woman. She hoped Fritz enjoyed it like her as her late husband had.
She stepped to the doors and opened them then sat at the table. “You got time for breakfast soldier?” She said pushing the other chair out with her foot.
-
They sat, ate and enjoyed each other's company. Fritz thought about a couple of things while he ate.
First, he had to get to town. The reward money he'd recently earned would pay for the rings. He'd ordered them back east, from the Tiffany's catalogue. They were simple gold bands with silver filigree. The silver made the letters "S" and "F" intertwine in cursive.
Next, he'd have to get back to the house and make sure all was ready. He had to leave in a hurry, and hoped Bo hadn't done all the work.
Fritz finished dressing, kissed his bride and headed for the door. He grabbed his gunbelt, and the Henry. Just in case.
-
Scarlet was putting on her own gun belt when she heard someone call her name from outside.
She moved out onto the balcony and looked down at the man standing there.
“We got company.” The ranch hand said pointing towards the tree line.
The group of riders were just appearing. Scarlet could make out Black Wolf’s stallion from a long way off.
“Do you know where Ella is?” She asked.
“I think she just went to make her rounds.”
“Go find her and tell her whose coming. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for many folks to know.”
The man shook his head in understanding knowing she meant the soldiers shouldn’t know.
Scarlet picked up the breakfast tray and headed down the stairs, only stopping long enough to put the tray down in the kitchen and ask one of the men to fetch ‘Becca.
-
Scarlet knew as long as long as Black Wolf kept the path he was on he’d not be seen by anyone in the infirmary. She hurried so he wouldn’t have a reason to go looking for anybody either.
Johnny met her as she went down the stairs and towards the incoming riders.
He wasn’t sure if he should be surprised to see Black Wolf had the string of horses he’d sold to the Army in tow or not. He wasn’t surprised at all to see what he was sure were the outlaw’s horses among the warriors, the Army horses were no where to be seen.
Black Wolf pulled his horse to a stop. “Greetings.” He said to Johnny and Scarlet in English.
“Welcome Black Wolf.” Johnny replied.
It was strange to see him on the Southern Starr. If there were communications to be had Black Wolf usually sent someone else to the river, but this time the circumstances were different.
“Horses carrying your mark were among freed ones.” Black Wolf said as he motioned the rider leading them to hand the lead over to Johnny.
“Thank you.” Johnny said taking the lead line. “As always Black Wolf is welcome to the cattle with my mark on them.”
Black Wolf shook his head in understanding.
Johnny had learned along time ago Black Wolf, like the warriors he rode with, was an honorable man, where he was concerned anyway. One just had to take the time to learn their ways and how to communicate with them. The man would die before he was put on some square piece of land and told how to live his life and forget his own ways. But most men would as far as Johnny figured. Fighting for freedom was as old as the mountains themselves.
Some of the neighboring ranches had had trouble with the tribe over the years. Johnny had chosen to try his best to live with them and understand their ways. There was most often enough cattle to feed everyone when other food for the tribe became scarce and Black Wolf’s people would try and trade for the beef. Because of that he was welcomed into a world few men were able to see. Black Wolf’s father on the other had was something entirely different and Johnny didn’t miss the old man’s rein.
“I have come for the Wolf Song and Blue Feather. I told they are under care of your healer.” Black Wolf said looking at the group of men near the house who had stopped to take a look at the riders.
As Ella went by, healed by Rebecca, she heard one of the men say. “That’s Ol’ Black Wolf ‘imself, and that big ‘un is Grey Eagle.”
“That’s enough gawkin’” Jimmy said coming up behind the men, who quickly dispersed.
Jimmy suddenly got a mischievous grin and waved at the warriors. He’d been doing it for years when he’d seen them. Usually they stared or rode off, they thought he was crazy. This time Grey Eagle raised his hand in greeting and a couple of the younger warriors returned the wave.
Scarlet looked over her shoulder to see Jimmy and shook her head.
“Greetings.” Black Wolf said to Ella as she came near.
-
Ella replied to the greeting with a calm "Greetings, Black Wolf" that concealed a great deal of nervousness. She was unsure about how a smile would be interpreted. As soon as she started learning the language, she had realized that it was very different from any language she had studied before, and she could only guess that body language would also be very strange to her. On top of her worry about giving offense unintentionally was concern about what time this morning the Army doctor was going to show up to collect half of his wounded troopers.
"Would you please come with me to where Wolf Song and Blue Feather are lodged?" she asked, pointing toward the foaling barn. "They are healing well."
-
Fritz and Strider made their way towards the house. The horse seemed a little irritated that he hadn’t been ridden into battle. That wasn’t possible…was it?
“You’re still my lead horse you know,” Fritz said. “Damn…I AM starting to sound like Scarlet!”
But he realized that wasn’t a bad thing. He’d give Strider an extra lump of sugar when they stopped.
When he topped the ridge, it looked like an all-new house sat on the lot. The fence was freshly whitewashed. There were new curtains in every window. The glass was sparkling. All it needed was a lit lamp to welcome visitors.
Fritz dismounted, and tied Strider to the rail. The horse nudged his hand as a reminder.
“This is not good for you,” Fritz said, an extra lump in his hand. “But you deserve it.”
The horse munched greedily.
The door was unlocked. The house was clean, and smelled of spring air and sunlight.
“Damn it Bo…you should’ve left some work for me.”
As if in response to his statement, Fritz saw an envelope on the table. He tore it open, and read the note.
“I know you were busy. Think of it as my wedding present to you. Respectfully, Bo.” There was a postscript. “Take good care of Scarlet.”
He had the best bottle of bourbon money could buy in his saddlebags. As his best man, Fritz owed him that much.
He stepped outside and latched the door.
-
Black Wolf’s eyes followed where Ella had pointed. He knew who Ella was; he remembered the stories of her the warriors had told when she’d first appeared in the mountains during the cold season, there had been a few since then too. Most recently about her healing soldiers and Indians, there were few people he could recall that would heal both. The white woman brave enough to venture into the mountains where he called home were an interesting lot to be sure. He wondered if they were raised any different, maybe different blood lines than the other white women he’d encountered over the years.
He slid off his horse and handed Grey Eagle the rein.
While he was not wearing war paint he still wore his weapons and carried a rifle.
Scarlet turned to see some of the ranch hands looking on. One could feel the tension in the air. The men were used to seeing a hunting party now and then on the property. The most common sight was Grey Eagle at the river with Scarlet, but there was a large group of them here. Scarlet knew it was the two war parties that had been in battle. They had probably camped not far from the battle ground before they had ridden in this morning.
“I follow.” He said to Ella. “They come home today?”
Black Wolf’s English was not as smooth as Grey Eagle’s but one could be sure he understood most of what was being said.
Rebecca walked along with them. She couldn’t help but think how much she’d miss Wolf Song when he returned to Black Wolf’s home.
-
Bo sat on the porch of the C-C’s main ranch house looking towards the other house.
He and Rose had worked hard with the help of a few ranch hands. The men had done the repairs and put in the new windows while Rose hung new curtains, she had been on cloud nine as some folks said.
He’d come to the main house to find the deed to the place for Fritz, he didn’t know why, he should really talk to him first. He turned the envelope over in his hand.
Rose had been so excited when she told him Fritz was interested in the place, he supposed he’d gotten caught up in the excitement. He hadn’t even thought about what had happened when he told Scarlet the place was hers, until Jimmy had reminded him before he rode out early this morning.
“Where you been keeping yourself?” Jimmy asked as he walked towards Bo.
Bo cinched the saddle and put the stirrup down. “Been helping Fritz out with a surprise for Scarlet. I would‘ve asked you to lend a hand but you been busy doing your own thing.”
“Yeah whatcha been working on?” Jimmy asked.
“Ya gotta keep a secret.”
Jimmy chuckled. He was one of the best keepers of secrets there was and Bo knew it.
“Been fixin’ up Travis’ place. Fritz thinks it would make a good home for ‘em.”
Jimmy stared at him in disbelief.
Bo looked back. “What? I kinda like the idea of hav’in somebody out there.”
“Who’s squirrel brained idea was that?” Jimmy finally spit out.
It was Bo’s turn to look confused. “Rose.” He said slowly.
“And you went right along with it? Anybody ask Scarlet how she felt about it?”
“It’s a surprise. So I’m thinking no.” Bo had grown a bit irritated at the remark.
“I’m thinkin’ one ‘o ya better say something before springing this on her.” Jimmy retorted.
“What the hell has crawled up…”
“You don’t remember! Damn Bo.” Jimmy took his hat of and slapped it against his leg. “How could you forget?”
“What have I forgotten?”
“Ah crap.” Jimmy snorted. “Last time I recall anybody talking to Scarlet about that place it was you telling her she’d always have a home and she’d never be alone if she didn’t want to be while you tried to hand her the deed. Do you remember what she said? I do. I was standin right on the porch. She wouldn’t even go into the place.”
Bo rolled his eyes. “Oh no.” He felt like such an idiot. “Yeah, I remember.” There was defeat in his voice.
How could he forget such a scene? Scarlet had shoved the papers back at him. “This ain’t home no more Bo. All that I feel is the emptiness. It reminds me of the part of me that died with Travis. I appreciate the offer and I love you for it, but as far as I’m concerned you can burn the place to the ground. I don’t ever want to come back.” With that she had swung up onto Dancer and rode off.
Bo sighed. “I’ve seen her change a lot over the years Jimmy. I can tell you she’s been in the place. Most likely not long after she killed Rowen. She’s different now. If you were to ask her to draw plans for a house she’d like today I bet they’d be the same. She loved that place once. There are a lot of good memories there too. Do you think she still feels the same?”
“I don’t know Bo.” Jimmy shook his head. “Everybody’s always said it’s you who knows her best.”
“I don’t know that I got the market corned on that Jimmy. Was you she trusted not to judge her harshly for the things she did at the time.”
“Cuz I got no room to Bo….. Only one who might know her heart better than you is Fritz.” Jimmy half smiled. “He’s brought changes to her, you know that. You could see it almost right away.”
Bo smiled too. “I’m guessing that is the only reason you didn’t try ta shoot him when you first met ‘im.”
“Ah I figured it might be kinda interestin’ to see what that crazy Yankee soldier was all about. Who’da guessed? I mean they call me crazy. I don’t know that I’d ride into a group of hostiles for a woman I hardly knew.” Jimmy chuckled. Then looked serious again. “All I’m gonna say about it is you aught to tell Fritz. Between the two o’ you, you should have her figured pretty good.”
“Damn.” Bo sighed as he stood up looking at the deed again. He should ride out the house and pick that note up then go talk to Fritz about the whole thing.
-
"They can come home today," answered Ella. "Blue Feather can ride for a short time, Wolf Song for longer. They still need to wear bandages, and I have taught Wolf Song what to do for both of them."
Ella led the way into the building. Wolf Song was in the stall with Gypsy and her foal, again. He had been there when Ella came to change bandages before breakfast. He stayed upstairs long enough to change Blue Feather's bandages under Ella's supervision and eat breakfast. He was still obeying Becca's orders to stay in the building, but just barely. He was definitely ready to go home.
Blue Feather's fever had broken night before last, and not returned. His wounds were starting to heal nicely, although Ella worried that the infection would return if the wounds were left untended. She thought Wolf Song understood the need to continue with the herbs and the bandages.
The greeting between Black Wolf and Wolf Song was dignified, then followed by a torrent of words from Wolf Song. When he paused for breath, he glanced at Ella then resumed slower, so that she could follow his praise of Gypsy's foal. He paused again, then looked at Ella to reply.
The expected answer was within the vocabulary and grammar she had learned so far, so she replied in their language, "Scarlet says the father is your stallion."
-
Tensleep lay resting in the cabin that served as his office and living quarters. He was hoping to hear from Oliver Brothers in Vernon today telling him when his special package should arrive. It seemed long ago when the idea for 'Becca's wedding present had come to him. Now he wondered if it would arrive in time.
-
A smile threatened Black Wolf’s lips. He stepped closer to look at the foal. Gypsy’s watchful eyes didn’t go unnoticed so he spoke softly to her while he petted the colt. Horses were Black Wolf’s passion. It was the common ground he found with the Longknife people.
Black Wolf picked up on what Wolf Song was doing. He had gone through the same with Scarlet when they were learning one another’s language. He spoke his language slowly hoping Ella could follow what he was saying. “Black Wolf has a black filly from Lucky. Black Wolf is waiting to breed her to stallion.” He pointed towards the horse he rode. Then looked back at the foal. “Medicine hat is good luck. This is a good horse.”
Black Wolf looked towards Wolf Song and asked if he’d understood what Ella had been teaching him about healing and how he’d need to take care of Blue Feather. He spoke faster than when he’d spoken to Ella but she understood the jest of the conversation and some of the words.
Wolf Song stood proudly. He had been given and important job and was going to prove to everyone he was man enough to do it. He spoke slowly as to get all pronunciation correct in English. “Ella.” He paused for a moment knowing right off he’d missed something in front of her name. He’d heard some of the men calling her something he knew was a term of respect however the people who he knew were friends just called her Ella so he went on. “is a good teacher. I will be able to tend to Blue feather.” His eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief. “as long as he listens to what I say.”
Rebecca covered her mouth so nobody could see the smile as she thought “poor Blue Feather was going to be in recovery longer than Ella would have him. Just so Wolf Song could tell him what to do.”
Black Wolf stepped out of the stall. “We see Blue Feather now?” He said to Ella.
-
"Yes," answered Ella, turning to the staircase. "I would like to see him after the wedding to see how the healing proceeds."
Upstairs, Blue Feather was sitting at the little table carving on a piece of wood. Ella had told him that he would be able to go downstairs today, and he was waiting for her. He needed to see the wonderful foal the Wolf Song described for himself.
-
Fritz came in and saw the ponies. None appeared shod; there were no saddles either. He rode slowly towards the group, his hands away from his weapons. That's when Grey Eagle rounded the corner, carrying his '66.
"Hello Grey Eagle."
"Yellow Sleeve, it is good to see you. Does your wound heal well?"
Fritz rubbed his shoulder after dismounting. "Yes. I see you still have my rifle."
"Yes," Grey Eagle replied. "It shoots well."
Fritz nodded. "Scarlet and I will marry in a few days. Will you come?"
Grey Eagle smiled. "Yes. I will stand at the joining of Yellow Sleeve and my red sister."
-
Blue Feather put down his carving and stood when the group entered the room. He exchanged greetings with his uncle then remained quiet. Rebecca had told Ella that Blue Feather was shouldering the blame for the death of his father although he shouldn’t.
Black Wolf asked to see the work of the healer Blue Feather had been in care of; Blue Feather showed his wounds. Black Wolf was impressed with Ella’s skills.
Blue Feather picked the carving he’d been working on since he’d started to feel better and held the small horse towards Ella. He’d not said many words to any of them while he’d been here but he’d listened to their conversations and hoped this would be something she would like. “Thank you.” He said softly.
-
"I am glad I was able to help you," replied Ella, touched by the gift and the thanks. "Thank you for this horse." She examined it closely, then smiled, "It looks a lot like Scarlet's horse Lucky. I should show you my mare, who is carrying a foal fathered by Lucky."
Turning to Black Wolf, Ella said, "I would like to spend some time with your tribe's healer in the spring. Scarlet has told me what she knows about the helpful plants that grow around here and Indian healing. I hope by spring to have learned enough of your language to be able to learn more medicine from your healer."
-
Black Wolf thought about her request for a moment. He was always cautious about how many people had seen his home. The greatest fear being somehow his enemies would also find him although he did take precautions when taking people into the mountain. It would also benefit his people to learn from Ella.
“You come when the foals are here. Black Wolf would like to see Ella’s new foal and show Ella his herd. You have good teachers of language here.”
Blue Feather had waited patiently until the adults were done speaking then spoke up.
“We see your horse and the medicine hat foal?”
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"Yes, Blue Feather, it is time for you to go downstairs where you can see the foal and my mare. Then you and Wolf Song will go home," replied Ella. She thought a moment, then asked, "Black Wolf, would you please lead the way?"
Blue Feather had walked many times from one wall to the other in the living quarters, and had gotten enough strength back to keep walking for 15 minutes at a time, so Ella was pretty sure he would manage the stairs just fine. But Black Wolf just ahead of him was insurance against a fall.
The procession went downstairs without a hitch. While everyone else stopped to investigate the foal, Ella went out to fetch Ruth. Ella had been neglecting her for the past few days.
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While they waited for Ella to return ‘Becca opened the stall and led Gypsy out, followed by her foal, she figured the colt would put on a show.
She had been right. He stood letting the people look at him then put his nose down and bumped Mr. Dawg before leaping and racing down the breezeway.
Gypsy raised her head and nickered while her colt and Mr. Dawg raced up and down in front of the stalls, their antics bringing smiles to the group’s face.
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Ella decided that she and Ruth could perform a little, although she doubted that a bit of dressage would impress Black Wolf. She put on the dressage saddle and bridle, then used the corral rails for a mounting block after adjusting her skirt. A split skirt would be easier, but she wasn't going to go change clothes.
Once Ruth was walking toward the foaling barn, Ella laid the reins across her neck, and pulled out her tatting shuttle. Ruth was willing to show off, and she pranced along, guided by subtle shifts in Ella's posture. Once the rest of the group was watching, Ella directed Ruth into figure-8's at a canter, with both her hands still occupied with the tatting shuttle and thread.
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Fritz and Grey Eagle turned to watch Ella's riding. She had come a long way from their journey into Mexico...they all had.
"She rides well," Grey Eagle whispered. Fritz nodded.
"So, who will stand for you, Yellow Sleeve?"
Fritz was taken aback. He hadn't asked Bo, even though he'd meant to.
A strong hand rested on his good shoulder.
"If no one will stand for you...Fritz...then Grey Eagle will."
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As Ella rounded the far circle and came back she noticed her audience had grown. The entire party that had ridden in with Black Wolf sat on their horses behind Johnny and Scarlet with the exception of Grey Eagle who was standing at the corner of the barn next to Fritz.
Scarlet suppressed a chuckle when one of the warriors leaned down and asked her how Ella used what she had in her hands as a weapon; then explained it was a weapon of deception. He was very impressed at her wisdom. They all were impressed with her riding skills and the horse she called Ruth.
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Ella completed her demonstration by having Ruth rear, then dismounted and hugged Ruth before giving her a bite of dried apple out of her pocket. She led Ruth over to Blue Feather and Wolf Song. "I helped birth her, then raised her from a foal, after her dam couldn't produce milk to feed her. I paid for her training and my riding lessons by taking care of the riding master's herd."
Ella turned to Scarlet and commented, "Scarlet, it occurs to me that we could have a code with tatted snowflakes, not that I intend to make a habit of getting captured. An easy code would be one point per captor, although that is likely to be information you can get from tracks."
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Scarlet chuckled. “I hope you don’t develop that habit. The snow flakes would be a good idea. Could be a time saver, especially if you had seen riders that split up or you got into the rocks.”
“Black Wolf believes in benefit of much time spent with horse. You and Ruth proof like Scarlet and Lucky and Black Wolf with War Drum.” Black Wolf said to Ella. He stepped forward running his hand slowly along Ruth’s neck and down to her belly. “She is good horse; her foal will be strong and spirited, like mother she will carry her rider proudly some day.”
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Bo tucked the deed to the house in his pocket, walked out to his horse and mounted up. He looked at the main house. If they thought Scarlet would have reservations about the other place this one would be a good alternative. She’d lived here with Bo for a long time after Travis died. It had been her place of choice over her own room in the Starr, something about bad memories. Although she had gotten over that too, maybe he was worried for nothing. Thanks Jimmy. He thought as he turned towards the house that sat between the Southern Starr and where he was.
Bo had to admit the place looked good as he rode close. It was amazing what a little hard work had done for it, Rose had even pulled the weeds around the rose bushes. He spotted the new set of hoof prints as he rode up. He was glad they weren’t Lucky’s, not that anyone expected Scarlet to come out this way, but when you least expected it would be about the time she would.
Bo rode up to the Starr just in time to see Mr. Dawg and the colt Scarlet had named Merlin race out of the barn together. Many of Black Wolf’s warriors were near the entrance. It would have been an alarming sight if it had been any other ranch, but here it was like the neighbors had come for a visit.
He would talk to Fritz when they had a moment alone together.
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Black Wolf looked across the land. “Is time we ride.” He said to the group of riders then turned to Ella “You will have more guests soon. Black Wolf will return with the foal of Ruth. Blue Feather can return with Grey Eagle to see Ella again.”
He stopped in front of Rebecca and spoke briefly causing her to smile.
Wolf Song looked up at Ella “He says his heart soars because of his sister’s happiness.” Wolf Song hugged Ella. “Thank you. I hope we meet again soon.”
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Ella returned Wolf Song's hug, and said, "We will meet again soon, I'm sure. You take good care of the bandages, and help Blue Feather get strong again."
Turning to Black Wolf she said, "The army doctor comes today to collect some of the wounded soldiers."
She offered her hand to Blue Feather, saying, "I will treasure the horse you carved for me."
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Blue Feather took Ella’s hand and shook it. “I will never forget your kindness.”
Wolf Song hugged ‘Becca and Scarlet on his way out; stopped and shook hands with Johnny thanking him for giving them a safe place to be then stopped and shook hands with Fritz before mounting his horse.
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Ella watched them riding away for a moment, then turned toward the infirmary. "Time to get some of those soldiers ready to go back to the fort with the doctor. I will be glad to see the end of Andrews! Scarlet, what is the fort doctor like? I was surprised to get a telegram asking politely when I would have time to talk to him. Most men doctors I've met either ignored me or patronized me or ordered me around like a servant, with Army doctors mostly in the ordering around category."
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“I was really surprised.” Scarlet replied. “He is fairly young. I expected the doctor that’s been there for a long time but he must have retired or something. He was impressed with your field work. He was a bit surprised when he heard our healer was a she but seemed to take it in stride. He seems willing to listen to suggestions and interested in ideas not necessarily found in books.”
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Bo watched the riders for a moment as he wondered if Fritz had heard the same conversation he had between Scarlet and Desert Sun, and if he had how much of it he understood.
Listening to the young warrior trying to convince Scarlet he would be a better husband than Fritz without insulting anybody and listening to Scarlet’s responses without insulting Desert Sun had been somewhat amusing. What had caught Bo’s attention most was when Desert Sun asked what Yellow Sleeve had Desert Sun could not give.
Scarlet had looked up at the man and simply replied “He has my heart.”
Desert Sun retorted with “Given time and a chance perhaps your heart could won by another.”
Scarlet smiled softly. “Does Desert Sun understand what it is to have a soul mate?”
The man shook his head in understanding, glanced at Fritz then back down to Scarlet.
“The great spirit has given both of you a sacred gift. Desert Sun knows the meaning of these words. You are both lucky to have such a gift.” With that the man turned his horse and followed after the others.
Bo turned his attention to Scarlet and watched her walking towards the infirmary with Ella. She had told him once people continually changed. She was right they had all changed over the years. She wasn’t the same person who stood on that porch those years ago. There was a saying about how the love of a good woman could change a man, no doubt that worked both ways.
Bo waited until the women were out of ear shot before he spoke.
“I found the papers for the ranch. I think Scarlet will be happy there with you, but Jimmy reminded me of something this morning.” Bo went on to tell him about the conversation then finished with. “If you want to wait to sign the papers to be sure it’s fine by me.” Then he smiled. “If that place is not the one we can talk about the other house, course it doesn’t look nearly as good as the place you’re getting.”
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Fritz sat down on the porch, and took his saddlebags off his shoulder. He broke out a small metal can with a screw cap. Next came the box containing his shoulder scales, and a couple of clean rags. Fritz shook the can, and unscrewed the top. He poured a small amount of liquid on the rag, and began rubbing the scales.
Bo asked "what are you doing?"
Fritz rubbed the scale, slowly removing the tarnish. The spot came clean, and shined brightly in the sun.
"I can't tell you how many hours I've spent polishing brass. I bet they'll be soldiers and Marines a hundred years from now, doing just what I'm doing."
"So," Bo asked, "what do you think?"
"You'll think I'm crazy," Fritz said.
"Try me."
"Do you remember when we went to the house to find the box?"
Bo nodded.
"I prayed, and asked both God and Travis if what I was doing was right. Ever since then, I was sure that Travis wanted Scarlet to be there."
"Go on."
Fritz sighed. "He's not there you know...Travis' soul is at rest. When Scarlet killed his murderer, Travis was able to rest. But in that house, he can still be close to her." Fritz looked at Bo. "Do you think that's weird?"
Bo shook his head. "No...I think YOU'RE weird."
Fritz chucked. "Takes one to know one. I have something to ask you."
Bo sat down. "Yeah?"
"I have a brother. He lives back east. I haven't seen him in awhile. He and I aren't much alike. He's a doctor...kinda like my mom was."
Fritz finished one scale, and picked up the other.
"You're like a brother to me...will you stand with me, on my wedding day?"
Bo looked hard at Fritz. "I'm honored...but I saw Grey Eagle ask to stand with you."
Fritz smiled. "Is there any law against having both of you at my side?"
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Ella replied, "If he's fairly young, there is a good chance that he went to one of the new medical schools that the American Medical Association is promoting. I wonder if he's heard of Henle, Semmelweis, Lister, or Pasteur. There's another German just starting to produce some interesting papers, named Robert Koch."
She sighed, "The doctors who are the hardest to deal with are the ones who DON'T care about knowledge that can be found in books and in medical journals from Europe. Too many of those old time doctors learned by following an older doctor around, and have a real hard time accepting any different ideas."
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“Not here.” Bo replied.
Fritz looked at him questioningly.
“I don’t know if there is such a law, but if there is it would be among those Johnny says we check at the gate.” Bo chuckled. “Gonna be an interestin’ affair that’s fer sure. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen a wedding with all the different kinda folk that’ll be at this one.”
Bo looked at the brass Fritz was polishing then straight ahead. “I’m not going to dress like Grey Eagle…… but someplace I got a nice grey uniform, we’d make a right interesting lookin’ group fer sure.” Bo teased.
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“He seemed like the type who would listen if you could give him a reason to." Scarlet replied "He’s already impressed with you’re field work Ella. I don’t know if things would have been different if the Marshal had been one of his soldiers or not. The only thing I impressed upon him was the reason we weren’t going to stitch the wound up, found a good comparison as to why.”
Ella looked over at Scarlet a bit curious.
Scarlet grinned. “I told him there was only one Indian I’d ever seen with one leg and he’d been to a white doctor, which is true. I kinda left out the part most Indians I know of will die before they let you take their limbs, religious reasons ya’ know. But he couldn’t deny my comparison or my reasoning behind it. He said he’d seen some wounds treated with herbs on the Indians. He was very careful in his wording and I’m guessing the wounds he’d seen were on dead men, perhaps captives. He requested to talk to YOU Ella, after having seen your work and knowing you’re a woman. I would say he’s interested in different ideas.” Scarlet said.
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"Well, it will be an interesting visit,and maybe he'll turn out to be someone to socialize with," replied Ella. "And the best part is that he will be taking some of the troopers off my hands, especially Andrews! I'm keeping the ones with broken bones, since I won't put casts on them until the bullet wounds are cleanly healed."
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"Well," Fritz replied, "I was always taught you wear your best at a wedding. A uniform is about the best you can get...blue or grey."
Bo smiled. It was in the quiet moments between words that friends were made.
"I've gotta get to work on those buttons."
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Bo stood up “Guess I better go make sure what I’m gonna wear fits.” He looked back at Fritz “Ya sure about that, be kinda strange puttin’ on a uniform that’s been outta commission for that long.”
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“Andrews.” Scarlet said with a roll of her eyes. “Part of me would have loved to have Black Wolf and his men ride right by the infirmary.” She replied to Ella. “Sean was invited to the wedding, I hope there is a reason for him to not go back with the first group besides broken bones….speaking of which do you have splints on the bones that are broken that have bullet wounds?” Scarlet asked Ella.
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Becca watched the warriors ride off. Black Wolf had told her he would send her horse when Grey Eagle and the boys returned for the wedding. She wondered if Black Wolf would come too. She was unsure if he would although he’d been invited; he was cautious as to how many white actually knew who he was. She was glad he trusted Johnny enough to let the boys return to the Starr for the wedding. With the boys gone Becca headed back to Tensleep’s cabin. She’d been somewhat neglecting him watching the boys.
She knocked on the door before opening it. “Hey there good lookin’” she said smiling at him. “How are you feelin’? Anything I can do for you?”
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"I was planning to release Sean to the fort doctor's care," replied Ella. "However, I could ask to keep him because he has been very helpful. Johnson, the one with both legs broken, has been an orderly. Sean works well with him - Johnson tells him what to do and how, and Sean does it. Bill rigged up traction stands for the broken legs, to supplement the splints. That means those three troopers have to use bedpans. It is clear that they are feeling better, because they are embarrassed for me to help them with the bedpans. They are happier with help from Sean than from any of the ranch hands. I can release John Smith, now that he is conscious and clearly recovering."
Ella motioned to Scarlet to be quiet when they got close to the infirmary. She opened the door very carefully, and could hear Andrews in normal mode. She whispered to Scarlet, "Listen to how he changes his tune when he realizes I'm in the building."
She closed the door firmly. Andrews shut up. A muffled "thump" suggested that he had jumped back into bed. She walked to the ward entrance and entered with a cheery, "Good morning."
Most of the troopers replied with equal cheer. But Andrews moaned, "What's good about it, when I'm lying here suffering?"
Ella ignored him, and announced, "The fort doctor is coming this morning to take half of you back to the fort. Sean, I will request that you stay as an orderly to help with the men with broken bones."
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Scarlet rolled her eyes hearing Andrews’ whining. She wondered how much worse he’d be if he was really hurt.
“The man squeals like a snared rabbit. Wanna see him shut up right quick?” Jimmy said coming in behind her.
“At least the Army Doc will have something…..” Andrews moan stopped mid sentence as Jimmy came around the corner shooting Andrews a cold look.
“Oughta thank Miss Ella fer not asking one of us to look after ya. She always has that option if ya get outta hand.” He growled going by the bunk.
Andrews’ eyes followed Jimmy but he said nothing. He’d seen Jimmy in a local bar room brawl once and suspected the rumors he’d heard of the man were truths. He wondered just how the army scout had made friends with him but wouldn’t ask.
Jimmy pulled a chair next to T.J.’s bunk. “You look better, but ya still look like crap.”
T.J. chuckled “I’ll get better, what’s you’re excuse.”
Jimmy smiled at the smart remark. “Been taken care of that horse you rode in on. Johnny told us to round up the stray army horses, I was wondering if you’d mind if I take you’re horse for ride?”
T.J. eyed him for a moment. “What you want to ride him for? You’ve got all kinds of horses out there to choose from.”
“You’ve been ridin’ that ol horse for years, just curious as to whatcha like about ‘im.” Jimmy replied. “Sides ain’t never been on a Yankee’s horse that ain’t been stole.”
“You better not teach him to take holes outta my uniform.” T.J. retorted still somewhat curious as to why Jimmy wanted to ride his horse.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jimmy said standing up with a grin. “He’s not afraid of cattle is he?”
“Don’t think so.” T.J. responded. “thought you were rounding up horses.”
“well I don’t want to get dumped if spots the cattle.” Jimmy said putting the chair back. Hoping if T.J. had a horse he was comfortable riding doing some ranch work it might be easier to get him to accept a job.
Jimmy tipped his hat to Ella with a sly grin.
“Member Miss Ella, they give you any problems just let one of us know. We’d be happy ta take care of it for ya.” He said loud enough for Andrews to hear.
“You coming with me?” he asked Scarlet who had been talking to Sean.
“See ya later.” She said to Sean and went out the door with Jimmy.
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Becca put her hand on her hip leaned against the door and smiled as she awaited his response, as she looked at her soon to be husband with his wounded leg propped up on a chair it dawned on her what Scarlet had meant when she had said “If you are lucky enough to find happiness take advantage of it today because tomorrow may never come.”
Rebecca remembered one of the nights Scarlet and Fritz had been at the Ace. She and Scarlet were standing at the railing looking down into the bar room “Is it worth loving someone who is in a line of work he may ride out and never come back?”
Scarlet had smiled when Fritz looked up at them. “Absolutely.” Scarlet said moving towards the stairs, pausing she looked over her shoulder at her friend “If you are lucky enough to find happiness take advantage of it today because tomorrow may never come, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do. I learned that the hard way.”
Rebecca crossed the floor, leaned down and kissed Tensleep. “I love you." she said softly.
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Ella resumed the morning bandage change round that had been interrupted by Black Wolf's arrival. She showed no sign of hearing Andrews continuing to moan and carry on about how much he was suffering. Sean and the other two troopers who were ambulatory were eager to help, and quick to fetch water or anything else Ella needed. Ella thought that they seemed embarrassed by Andrews.
Ella left Andrews for last. His leg wound was healing well. The lack of any other bullet wound suggested that his horse had thrown him when the attack started.
She went to the smaller room to check T.J. and John Smith, then to the cells to care for the prisoners. After she finished, she went looking for Tensleep to ask him about the prisoners. If Tensleep didn't need them, it would be easier on the wedding preparations if the prisoners were remanded to Army custody.
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"I love you too darlin'," Tensleep said as he pulled Becca down onto his bed. She sat at his side looking into his eyes, they showed her he meant every word that he had ever said to her.
"I'm 'bout ready to get myself up and goin' again. Got things I need to check on." His grin told her he was feeling better, his hands on her back made her tingle.
"If you see Ella would ya ask her to come see me?" The marshal winked and pulled Becca down for another kiss. "Think yer gonna like bein' called Miz Ross?
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Rebecca sat up and smiled while she looked like she was giving that some thought.
“Haven’t given that much thought, folks mostly call me ‘Becca…think I’m gonna go write it out a few times, see how it looks, let it sink in.” She said teasingly.
Truth was she had already doodled on the back pages of one of the ledgers at the Ace. Hank had come out of her office asking if he could have a word with Mrs. Rebecca Ross.
“Oh” she said as she stood “Hank volunteered to be in charge of the “losing two more to matrimony” party.” Rebecca chuckled. “Scarlet and I told him that was up to the men, we just requested nobody be hung over at the wedding. I think he’ll be out here sometime today to see you and Fritz about it.”
Rebecca made her way to the door opening it just as Ella was getting ready to knock.
“Tensleep was hoping to see you.” She said to Ella.
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"Hi, Becca," replied Ella. "I had completely forgotten about getting your wedding dress done. Maybe I'll have some time once the Army takes some of their troopers back to the fort to finish hemming it. And speaking of the Army taking patients away, Tensleep, is there any reason for us to keep the outlaw with the blown-up hand? And what about the fellow that TJ was protecting?"
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Fritz stood back and looked. "Finished," he said, to no one in particular.
The buttons cleaned up as well as the shoulder scales. With those in place, the uniform was dazzling. The leather was buffed, the uniform brushed. All of it hung neatly on the door.
Scarlet moved in quietly behind him.
"My, you clean up well!"
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"By the way, are we claiming any bounty on those outlaws? We haven't taken the time to go through wanted posters to identify them. I expect the survivor might be able to help put names to the rest of the band," continued Ella.
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Tensleep sat up on the side of his bunk and had that far away look in his eyes that both women had seen before.
"I suppose that we should let the Army take what is theirs, that fellow with the blown up hand belongs to the Army by all rights too. I don't know 'bout tha feller TJ was coverin' for....
As for the reward money, I'll hafta look into that, plenty of paper ta go through if Patches ain't done it yet."
The marshal had slipped back into the western vernacular that was familiar to them both. It was sometimes hard to tell what kind of education he had. Most thought that he was a range bum risen above his station, but in court or in guarded moments his speech was of the best.
"Ella what I need to know is when tha devil can I git my sorry carcass up an' stir around, this leg is feelin' better ever' day. I need ta take care o' some bidness." He winked at Ella. "Got stuff ta do, hosses ta ride, sights ta see..... ain't gonna be ah free man much longer." The look with the crooked grin went to 'Becca this time.
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"As long as you keep that bandage dry, you can do anything your leg will let you do," replied Ella. "I'll ask Patches and Bill to talk to the prisoner about names right away, and I'll go through the posters to find the other three who tried to capture me. The Army ought to show up pretty soon." She failed to suppress a yawn, "And then I can get my nap. Once John Smith is in the Army hands, I can go back to sleeping at night, instead of eating supper as my breakfast and breakfast as my dinner. Blue Feather, Smith and TJ were the most worrisome cases, keeping me watching over them at night because fever most often strikes then."
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"You head on out Ella, I'll call ya when the Army gits here. I need to send a wire ta Wichita Falls, one ta Tascosa an' one ta Ft Worth. I'll see what Patches an' Bill can do. Is Johnnie out there?
"Come on sweetheart," He stands and taking Becca's hand. "We are goin' for a walk an' git some air while Ella rests some."
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‘Becca stopped in front of the mirror and mocked fixing her hair. “Alright Darlin’ I’ll walk with you for a while but then I got my own business ta tend to before I got a husband ta answer to.” She said flashing her own wicked smile at him.
Becca then turned to Ella “Scarlet told me she’d asked you awhile back to be in the wedding party, it would make me so happy if you stood with me as my matron of honor.”
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Ella stood shocked for a moment, at a loss for words. Then she regained her composure and answered, "Of course I will be honored to stand with you. Thank you so much for asking."
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The smile in Scarlet's voice told Fritz whatever she’d been up to for the last few hours she’d enjoyed it. She and Jimmy had disappeared shortly after Black Wolf and had been gone all morning.
Scarlet caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror; the tiny spatters of mud on her face she guessed was from chasing the horses by the watering hole. The blood on her shirt was from helping Jimmy pull the unfortunate outlaw from the booby trap she had left set at the line shack.
“But I’m a mess.” She half smiled looking back at him.
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He turned and took her hands. "No...you're beautiful."
Scarlet blushed a little bit. "You're silly...but sweet."
Fritz ran a hand across her cheek. "Just as you are. No compromises. I love you, with the mud, and the blood...and the light in your eyes."
She leaned forward, kissing him gently.
"I don't want to wait a moment longer. Please marry me."
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Scarlet looked at him surprised, she didn’t know what to say. She cupped his cheek and smiled. “I think you shall never cease surprising me Fritz. The wedding is only a few days away.” She kissed him gently again “and my mother has not banished you from my room again that I know of.” Scarlet stepped back and looked at him. “You’ve always known how to get the attention of that rebellious side of me that mother says makes her hair grey Darlin’. And with the Army only about twenty minutes out, they would keep folks busy for awhile.
Fritz could tell by the look on her face she was fighting temptation.
“You’ll get plenty of the mud and the blood and the light in my eyes after we are married. The light you will put there, the rest is just what comes along with me.” She stepped close enough they could feel the warmth of one another’s bodies as she spoke softly. “Our courtship has been….” She was trying to think of the right words “unique from the very beginning.” She grinned “the only thing I may change is the blood shed, perhaps not, maybe that’s part of what bonds us so close, we know what it would be like if we were to lose one another.” She laced her fingers between his “Our life together will be unique because of who we are and what we do.
I would like for us to have a normal wedding; or as normal as a wedding here can be. I am looking forward to seeing you in that uniform and I am looking forward to putting that wedding dress on for you, exchanging our vows in front of witnesses, then going where ever it is you are planning to take me and showing you the passionate creature who’s heart is forever yours.”
She gently caressed his face feeling guilty for suggesting him to wait after what he’d said.
“Would you really prefer eloping now and listening to your mother-in-law screech at you when she finds out?”
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Deep down, he knew she was right.
Okay...I'll wait," Fritz said. "But I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve."
Scarlet slid her hand down her throat seductively, and opened the top button on her blouse.
"If you're a good boy, I might let you open something early."
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She took a deep breath causing her shirt pull tight against her skin and gave him an alluring smile.
“I wouldn’t want you desiring affection at the party Hank is throwing either as I’m sure it will be something else.”
They could hear someone coming up the stairs, then a light tap on the door. “Fritz Army is coming down the road. In case you want be down there.” It was Jimmy’s voice.
He didn’t wait for a response just kept going to Ella’s room then tapped on her door.
“Army will be here shortly Ella.” He waited to make sure she had heard him.
Scarlet kissed Fritz sensually. “Somethin’ for you to look forward to coming back to later Darlin’.”
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Scarlet stepped back the most wicked smile parting her lips. "You had best go while you can make it out the door fully dressed. Just wouldn't do if any body requested to see you and that mischevious woman you live with wouldn't give yer clothes back."
She looked him up and down. "You should really have a talk with her about doing that ya know, although I can see why she does it." Scarlet giggled.
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Fritz pushed the door closed. He unbuckled the prairie belt, and hung it on her bedpost.
"I don't want to go to a party. I have all I need right here."
He grabbed Scarlet by the waist, pulling her close. Their bodies radiated heat where they touched.
"And as far as the Army goes...I'm recuperating from my wounds."
He flicked the second button of her blouse open. Her chest heaved.
Fritz smelled roses.
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Ella had not intended to fall asleep when she laid down to rest for a few minutes, but she had been going short on sleep for several days now. With the Army taking away half of the patients, and the critical cases all out of danger, she should be able to return to a normal sleep cycle tonight.
It took a few minutes before the sound of Jimmy knocking on her door penetrated enough to rouse her, and then another minute for her to wake up enough to respond, "Thank you, Jimmy". She drank a glass of water, and checked the mirror. She wanted to look smart and professional when she met the Army doctor, so she changed her waist, put her pockets on, and changed to a walking skirt. She repinned her hair, and covered it with a white bonnet.
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The army was just reaching the edge of the out buildings when Ella came down stairs. She looked at Jimmy surprised they weren’t closer.
“Scarlet and I passed ‘em coming back. Army has orders to stay on the road, we don’t.” he chuckled.
The riders were told to stop near the infirmary. The men dismounted and waited while Ella approached.
Ella recognized the doctor, who was looking around curiously, by Scarlet’s description.
The doctor smiled politely at Ella as she approached. Scarlet had only said their healer was a woman and her name was Ella. He assumed the young woman approaching was the healer’s assistant.
“Hello, I am Dr. Griffin. Is Ella inside?” He said.
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"I'm Ella, or Mrs. Coatsworth, if you want to be formal," replied Ella. "I'm pleased to meet you, Dr. Griffin. How are the wounded troopers doing? I had concerns about whether three of them would survive the trip back to the fort, but I was not equipped to keep any more in a make-shift field hospital."
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The Dr.’s cheeks turned slightly red upon realizing his mistake.
“Greg if you don’t mind informalities ma’am.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry to say one of them didn’t make it, the worst of the three. I really don’t know if he would have made it anyway regardless of moving him, he was pretty shot up. I suspect one of the bullets hit a lung. One we are watching closely, he slips in and out of conciseness. It will be sometime before the third is off the recovery list but I expect him to return to full duties without any problems.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Some of the men just wanted to send you a note of thanks.” He said as he handed the envelope to Ella.
“This is some place.” He said indicating the buildings around him “like your own fort.”
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"He had a sucking chest wound when I did triage. When I got back to him after finishing the survey, I got the bleeding stopped, but had neither the facilities nor time to do major surgery. I hoped controllling the bleeding and cleaning the wound would be enough, but his chances were pretty slim just from the amount of blood he lost. The head wound was the most vulnerable to getting further injury from being moved, but again I didn't have the facilities to do anything. I hope Captain Fields learned something from the experience. He did not make a favorable first impression. He did not even ask about the troopers under my care." Ella accepted the envelope, and tucked it into a pocket for private reading.
"Yes, it is a lot like a fort," replied Ella briefly, not wanting to discuss the Starr's defences. "Let me show you the infirmary, and review the charts for the patients with you." She led the way into the building. First stop was the small ward, where John Smith and T.J. were in bed. "Private Smith will go with you back to the fort. He suffered a chest wound that missed the lung, as well as the same close-range leg wound as all of the troopers. He was unconscious, probably from blood loss, for a day, but he is gaining strength rapidly. I've written out the recipe for the tonic I use for patients who need to rebuild blood volume. T.J. will stay here. I have removed the bullet that was lodged next to his spine, but he should not move any more than needed until that wound heals."
She pointed to the closed door off the anteroom, "The surgery is there," and headed through the other open door. "This is the main ward. It was designed for up to four patients, which is usually plenty for a ranch this size. As you can see, it is a bit crowded with seven."
Sean called out, "Attention" as Ella and Greg entered the room. Three other troopers snapped to attention, even Andrews. The three with broken legs saluted from as erect a posture as they could manage.
"Thank you, Sean," said Ella, which was the signal for the men to relax. Andrews tested a moan, but silenced himself after a glare from Sean. "These four are fit to return to light duty. Their wounds still need to be bandaged daily, to keep dirt and water out of them. I would like to keep Sean here to serve as an orderly and help care for the three with broken bones."
Ella noticed that Greg was sniffing the air. Sean and the other two had done a good job cleaning up this morning. The windows were open except for the gauze curtains that filtered out most of the ranch dust. There was some disinfectant odor, and only a faint trace of bedpan, in the air.
"What do you smell?" she asked.
"I was trying to tell if you use carbolic acid, according to Lister's recommendations," he answered.
"I use herbal disinfectants. They appear to work as well, and smell a lot better," answered Ella. "Lister has certainly improved the survival of his surgical patients by generous use of carbolic acid, but I think some of the improvement was due to improved cleanliness rather than to virtue specific to carbolic acid. Any observant housewife knows that a cut suffered during dishwashing or laundry will heal more quickly than a cut suffered in the garden or stable."
She led him from patient to patient, pointing out the features of the traction arrangements that Bill had created to support broken bones. "If their leg wounds continue healing cleanly, I should be able to put them in casts in another week, which will give them a little mobility, and make it possible for them to return to the fort as well."
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Greg was obviously impressed by the entire set up, mostly with the woman who was in charge.
“The men were lucky to have someone with your skills tending them. I was told you were a healer, never expected anything to this extent.”
Greg smiled again; he was embarrassed to admit he’d never expected any woman to be as skilled as a doctor, and in charge of what was going on. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised, he’d met Scarlet, never expected any woman to be like that either.
“I’m very impressed.” He looked around the room. “This place looks newer, how long have you been here?”
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"According to Grammy, who started training me when I was eight, 'Healer' is a higher calling than 'Doctor', and much higher than 'Surgeon'," replied Ella. "Of course, she did not say that when her doctor son-in-law could hear! Grammy was part of a long line of healers, going back to Mohican wisewomen before white men came to America. Her mother had married a doctor, and Grammy learned from him as well as her mother. Then Grammy married a doctor, and learned some more, and taught him as well. I've continued that tradition. Doctor Coatsworth is a surgeon, currently in Europe studying more." While she was talking, she had guided Greg to her office, where she had her notes on all the troopers waiting.
"I came to visit over New Years, and decided to stay when Marshal Ross offered the whole group of us deputy positions. There was a little infirmary here already, but Johnny offered to build me a new one to my requirements. Where did you train?"
"Yale Medical School. I just graduated last year," replied Greg.
Ella was suitably impressed at that. She knew that Yale was one of the few medical schools in the country that made a serious attempt to emulate the better European medical schools.
"With a Yale degree, you can go into practice almost anywhere in the country. Why work for the Army?" she asked.
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“With the Army I get a lot of practice, of all kinds, from a scrape to a horse bite, bullets and everything in between.” He paused for a long moment “I also felt had there been a good doctor when my older brother was wounded perhaps he would still be alive. The women of your family then have had no formal schooling, just passed the training from one another?” The tone of his voice told Ella he was curious not insulting.
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"Until my generation, there wasn't any formal medical training available to women! For that matter, until the American Medical Association formed and focussed on consistent training, most 'doctors' in this country got their training by being an apprentice to an older doctor. And too many of those older doctors still depended on what they had been taught of Aristotle, Galen and Hippocrates as the only sources of knowledge. Grammy kept notebooks, writing down what she had been told and adding her own observations to it," Ella paused in her rant. "In what battle was your brother wounded?"
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“Guess I’ve been doing a good job showing my ignorance the last few days about women.” Greg said apologetically. “My brother was wounded towards the end of the war, April of sixty-five at Amelia Springs in Virginia. I remember traveling to the hospital to see him. Seemed like he hung on until we arrived."
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"I missed that battle," replied Ella. "I had been sent to Point Lookout prison to care for Confederate prisoners by then. There had been a fuss in the government about whether prisoners were getting appropriate medical care. The hospital authorities, who barely had the personnel they needed to care for the wounded Union soldiers, were required to send medical personnel to the prisons. Being the youngest nurse around, and assumed to therefore be least valuable to the Union cause, I was part of that medical support. I think I made a difference to those Confererate boys, while my aunt and uncle and Dr. Alan continued to help the Union side."
Greg protested, "You aren't any older than I am. How did you get to be part of the War?"
"Grammy died when I was 13, in 1863. My aunt and uncle were working in the Union hospitals at the time. They came home for the funeral, and planned to leave me home to continue at school in the care of servants when they returned to war work. I fussed up a storm and got them to agree to take me with them when they returned to the hospitals. We got there just before Cold Harbor. The aftermath of that battle almost made me change my mind and agree to go back, but Daddy always said that 'Stubborn' is my middle name. I stayed, and nursed the wounded. Aunt Lena and I kept a lot of soldiers alive that the doctors wrote off. We sure saw a lot of doctors who thought that a wound from a bullet, being as that was a hot, dry thing, had to be treated with cold, wet dressings because that was the theory of humors they had learned. I won't amputate a limb. I say too many arms and legs cut off and tossed into a heap because doctors knew a bullet wound was just going to lead to gangrene. Of course, the way they treated the wound made sure of that! Shoulder wounds and body wounds they left to the nurses because their knowledge didn't give them anyway to treat them. Aunt Lena, Uncle Willard, Doctor Alan and I found out a lot about what worked to treat bullet wounds on the patients that the head doctors ignored. Actually, Uncle Willard and Doctor Alan learned that Aunt Lena and I knew from Grammy ways to treat wounds that worked just fine for bullet wounds. Uncle Willard started respecting Grammy's teachings then, even though he had dismissed them as superstition before that."
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“I requested an assignment where I might come into contact with people who believed in superstitions and wives tales. They fascinate me. Some of the stories are interesting but it was the way they practiced medicine that intrigued me. I kind of figured there had to be something to it or they still wouldn’t be spoken of or seen. I am new here and have found the people I hoped to speak with are not fond of talking to me. There was one Mexican lady who told me how to make poisons from herbs. I was very excited to hear one of the people who had patched up the troops was at the Fort, even better when she came in and would speak to me, although I got the feeling Scarlet seemed somewhat guarded when asked where she learned about medicine. I did appreciate very much her suggestion to meet with you though. I would like it if you would compare and discuss treatments with me sometime. The manT.J. for instance, did you do anything different for him than perhaps a surgeon would have done?”
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"I'll be happy to discuss and compare treatments with you. Perhaps when the last four troopers are turned over to your care, I will come to the fort for a visit," replied Ella. "Dr. Coatsworth subscribes to several medical journals, both American and European, and we would both read them and then talk about some of the articles over dinner, such as the provocative articles on contagion from Louis Pasteur in Paris and Jacob Henle at Göttingen. I get some of that type of conversation here, but Doctor McDowell is a chemist instead of a medical doctor. I've been learning from Scarlet about the herbs native to this area, which are often different from the European and northeastern herbs I was trained to use."
She pulled out the notes on T.J.'s care, not that she needed them to refresh her memory, and handed them to Greg. "When I got here, Rose and Jimmy had him on the operating table, and were cleaning his wounds. The immediate problem was that he had lost a lot of blood, so he had an extremely weak pulse. If only there were a way to safely transfer blood from a healthy person! We have read about various injections to replace blood, but milk seems totally unsuitable and water sterilized with brandy not much better. I keep sterile saline on hand in the surgery, to use for irrigating and cleaning wounds. Dr. McDowell prepares it for me, and sterilizes it in a large pressurized cooker. I injected two pints of it into his veins, which did strengthen the pulse. I delayed removing the bullet from his back, partly to see if he was going to survive at all, and partly so I could rest before trying a delicate surgery."
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“Siphoning blood from one person to another.” Greg considered the statement for a moment. “That would be something.” He was looking over Ella’s notes. “I’m going to enjoy reading these. You would be welcome to borrow some of my books if you found anything you like.” He noticed the bouquet of roses on Ella’s desk mixed with herbs it made a beautiful display. “I noticed the extensive flower garden. I’ve heard they use rose hips, rose water and the petals for things from healing scars to preventing scurvy. Do you find that to be true?”
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"Siphoning blood from one person to another has been tried several times, with mixed results. About half the time, the recipient dies, sometimes painfully. If the people are closely related, the failure rate is lower, but still unpredictable. There must be some factors we just don't know about yet. At least sterile saline can do no harm," replied Ella. "I have seen that rose hips prevent and cure scurvy as effectively as the limes the British Navy relies on. I use rosewater in lotions to soothe inflamed eyes and irritated skin, and it is an important ingredient in my ointment to minimize scarring. I've planted as many of the herbs I use routinely as possible. There are a few that I cannot get seeds or starts for, like ginseng."
Ella laughed, "Horses and Roses are Mrs. Longknife's passions. I am not sure what would happen if one of the horses developed a taste for eating roses. She and I have a compromise regarding use of her roses. She puts fresh flowers in the house every day, and I collect yesterday's flowers for medicine and perfume making."
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Greg chuckled at Ella’s comment. “Sounds like a winning situation for everyone. Is it difficult to maintain the garden you do have?”
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"I worried about it over the summer, because of the heat and dryness here. But on advice from Mrs. Longknife and other gardeners, we built a trellis to give partial shade to the herbs while supporting the vining plants, and Doctor McDowell ran plumbing from the bath house to my garden, so that I can water with the used bath water. The residual soap is actually beneficial at keeping down some insect pests," replied Ella. "By the way, there is another patient for you to take back to the fort. We captured one survivor from the outlaw band when his gun blew up in his hand. I did basic repair, but he will never regain much use of the hand, even if he does escape hanging."
Greg looked at her, startled by the hardness in her voice, "Why do you want him to hang? and if you want him to hang, why did you treat him at all?"
"He was part of a band that tried to capture me, probably to treat the outlaws who were wounded when First Sergeant King led the counter-attack on the ambush. The outlaw was aiming at Marshal Ross's back when the gun blew up," replied Ella. "Denying treatment is counter to the Healer's oath Grammy taught me."
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“I’ve seen that. Deny medical attention to the enemy. The outlaws are lucky you are a lady who stands by your convictions. From the looks of the men I saw when I rode in they are a hard group.” Greg paused for a moment and smiled remembering the orders given the men before they left the fort. “We were briefed before we left the fort this morning once we reached the Southern Starr to STAY on the road to the main house and NOT to show disrespect to anybody there. I wondered why until I saw some of the men, old hard soldiers, I’m guessing with little tolerance of the Union Army, others cowboys loyal to the brand. At times it is difficult to live among the soldiers and their ideas of how I should do things, what order folks should be treated in and who shouldn’t be treated at all. Do you ever get any of that?” He asked curiously.
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"Just from Andrews," replied Ella. "I threatened to let him wait for treatment until he got back to the fort, so that the doctor there would just cut off his leg instead of treating the wound. That made him settle down and be polite for about 5 minutes. I do use the vigor with which patients complain about waiting as a way to identify the ones who can safely wait longer."
She paused, thinking, then continued. "Since you are likely to get an earful from Andrews, I might as well tell you more of the story. The outlaws who ambushed the patrol with the horses had earlier captured two Indian boys who were away from the tribe learning to hunt, in the care of their uncle. They killed the uncle and gravely injured the older boy, then dumped all three of them with the patrol, after shooting both boys in the leg the same as the troopers. The younger boy is the son of Miss Valentine's adopted brother, and she is fond of him and his cousin. Actually, if the boys had not been there, Scarlet would probably have summoned medical care from the fort for the troopers instead of fetching me. But medical care from the fort would have included people whose first reaction to wounded Indians would be to finish them off."
Greg interrupted, "Not me."
"Not you. And Fields probably would not finish them off if he thought he would be able to use them to find the tribe's home ground. I puzzled over why the boys were captured and dumped with the patrol, and over why the patrol was wounded instead of murdered. I think the goals were to convince the Army that Indians were responsible for the attack on the patrol and to arrange for a relief patrol to run into a party of Indians out hunting for the boys. That would probably guarantee the beginning of a new Indian war in this area!"
She sighed, "Back to Andrews. During the night out in the field, the older boy was fevered from his wounds, and Andrews objected to the noise. I told him he was doomed to suffer what he could not pity, which seemed to give him bad dreams. Unless that set of gestures and chant from Grammy really did work as a hex. Andrews has been claiming to be suffering great pain, but I think it is intended as an excuse not to assist the others in the chores I have been assigning. If he doesn't know I'm in earshot, he talks big and brave."
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“Fields and Andrews are quite the pair.” Greg sighed. “Suggestions to the mind sometimes are very powerful; I will not discount the chant either. Folks believe in prayers of all kinds. I think if a person believes in good they must believe in evil, it’s up to the individual what form it takes, how they interpret it. Andrews for instance once got kicked by a horse. Nothing broken, nothing fatal. Bad bruise and I’m sure it was very uncomfortable. To hear him you’d have thought he was marching on a broken leg. I didn’t know what to do for him and I got tired of hearing him say what a rotten doctor I was. I’ll admit it wasn’t nice but I brewed coffee with things I found around the fort stables. I told him it would taste awful but it was a very strong pain killer he shouldn’t drink it more than twice a day. Amazing how good he felt.” Greg chuckled mischievously.
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Jimmy was handing the lead line to the string of horses he and Scarlet rounded up when he noticed one of the ranch hands and one of the soldiers bringing back the man he’d called Capt’n.
Capt’n was what Jimmy would consider a coward and a lair but he’d been fairly harmless and quiet since being stuffed in the marshal’s cell. But now there was something different, the man’s eyes had changed. They were darting back and forth, he knew he was in trouble, eyes of a desperate man. It was the way he looked at Marshal Ross and Rebecca then back to Rebecca and to the weapons of the men who were escorting him that set Jimmy's nerves on end.
Jimmy shoved the rope at the mounted soldier and stepped back. “Chuck!” He yelled at the ranch hand just as Capt’n went for the solider’s side arm. The soldier grabbed the gun keeping it holstered. Capt’n spun and grabbed Chuck’s sidearm, pulling the hammer back and firing as he unholstered it, sending the bullet into Chuck’s thigh.
Jimmy had his pistol unholstered by the time the first shot was fired. “Ross!” He yelled hoping if Ross saw Jimmy’s gun sweeping them he would push Rebecca out of the way and away from Capt’n.
His actions did just as Jimmy’d hoped. Tensleep looked at him. It was reflex when he saw the pistol crossing Rebecca’s path. He grabbed her “Look out.” He said moving her behind him going for his own pistol.
The soldier’s pistol had just cleared it’s holster when the sound of the second gunshot shattered the air. Capt’n’s body collapsed to the ground. The soldier looked down at the body. It lay lifeless, a small stream of blood down the side of his face, a single shot through the man’s temple. He looked in the direction where the gunshot had come from. Half the soldiers that had been mounted had dove from their horses. The man who had fired stared at the fallen man with the cold eyes the soldier had seen in killers, waiting for what the soldier was not sure.
“He’s dead Sir.” The soldier said holstering his own weapon.
Jimmy straightened up and holstered his own gun. Once his gun was holstered everybody who had drawn followed suit.
Someone called for Ella but she had already reached the door to the infirmary followed closely by the Army doctor.
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Jimmy walked over to Chuck. The soldier stood looking at the dead body.
“You never gave him a chance.” The soldier said in disbelief.
Jimmy looked at the boy; musta skipped that age he thought to himself.
“I was a soldier once son. My instructor taught me if I was going to draw my gun I better have the balls to kill the man I’m aiming at because I could bet he would kill me.”
The solider looked back down to the body.
“Disparate mans worse than a wounded animal.” Jimmy said waiting for Ella to come over and look at the wounded man.
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"It actually is a good pain killer and strengthening tonic. Adding honey and licorice root improves...", Ella's recitation of Grammy's recipe for a foul-tasting tonic for malingerers was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot from outside. Mentally inventorying her pockets, she headed for the sound. The second shot got Greg moving to follow.
The call for her found her passing through the infirmary door. The blood on Capt'n temple and the shake of Jimmy's head told her to check on Chuck first.
His leg was bleeding in spurts. Ella put one hand on the pressure point while pulling scissors out with the other. "Greg, cut his pant leg away from the wound," she said, handing him the scissors. Greg complied, and looked for the exit wound as well.
"Bullet went all the way through, missed the bone," he reported.
"We'll carry him into the surgery while I keep pressure on. Jimmy, grab two more helpers," ordered Ella.
Greg commanded, "Simmons, Wilson, come here." Two of the dismounted soldiers helped pick up Chuck and the parade headed into the infirmary. Greg had noticed earlier that the doorways seemed wider than normal, and he understood why when four people carrying a man were able to go through them with little hindrance.
Ella called out before they entered the building. "Sean, lay an clean oilcloth on the table."
By the time they got through both doors, Sean had the oilcloth spread out.
They laid Chunk down. "Sean, come press here where my hand is. You have to press hard!" She turned to Jimmy and the soldiers, "Thank you for carrying him, now get out!"
There was one spurt during the change, then the bleeding eased again. Chuck was still conscious, which was going to make the repair more difficult. Ella opened a cupboard and pulled out packets of gauze, waxed linen packages and glass bottles.
"Chuck, breathe deeply now. I'm taking care of you," said Ella soothingly while she held a gauze mask over his nose and mouth and dripped chloroform onto it. When Chuck was asleep and posed to expose both wounds, she poured carbolic acid into a basin and washed her hands carefully. "Greg, I would appreciate your assistance," she said.
He scrubbed his hands as well, "I thought you use herbal disinfectants instead of carbolic acid."
"On wounds, I do. But for cleaning my hands before surgery, carbolic acid does seem better," she replied.
The waxed linen packages were opened to reveal surgical tools.
They worked well together. Ella dealt with the entry wound with the nicked artery, which Greg cleaned and stitched the exit wound.
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One minute they were sleeping soundly in each other's arms. At the shot, Fritz sat bolt upright, the short-barreled Colt leveled at the door, hammer back. Scarlet rolled out of the bed, covering the window with one of Travis's pistols. Fritz moved to the door, opening it a crack. The second shot made him turn to the window.
"It's out here!" Scarlet called. Fritz lowered the hammer and tossed the pistol on the bed. He grabbed the Henry from the rack and opened the door.
"Darlin...Trousers!!!"
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“Second one sounded like Jimmy’s.” She said reaching for her own clothes.
Fritz ducked out onto the balcony in time to see Jimmy holstering his pistol and the soldiers who had drawn theirs doing the same as they looked from the hiding places they had taken.
Scarlet was next to him when they heard Ella being called for. They could see Johnny headed over from the corrals.
"He looks real mad." Scarlet said watching Johnny for a moment then going back inside.
Fritz didn't miss the look of relief on her face and he looked at her questioningly.
"For a moment...well the hands and the soldiers have not provoked one another in a long time. For a moment I wondered if that had started up again when I first looked out there." She half smiled at Fritz as she pulled on her boots.
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Fritz lowered the hammer on his Henry and replaced it in the rack. Scarlet wore that lopsided grin he adored.
"As much as I like to see you 'turn the other cheek,' I really think you should put your pants on now."
Fritz smiled. "Yes ma'am!" He did as he was bid, and slipped the sack coat on over his bare chest.
"Maybe the uniform will help cool things down." Fritz slung the gunbelt over his shoulder, and the couple headed downstairs.
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Jimmy was coming out of the door of the infirmary by the time Scarlet and Fritz got there.
“Who is Ella tending to?” Scarlet asked him.
“Chuck. He was still conscious but I don’t know.” Jimmy replied knowing she was going to ask how he was.
Scarlet looked over her shoulder. Johnny was talking to Becca and Tensleep. She looked back to Jimmy “What..?”
“Got sloppy, to relaxed. He’s better than that Scarlet.” Jimmy replied.
“No wonder dad looks so mad.” She said softly.
“Well you know how Johnny gets when his men screw up like that.”
Scarlet looked at him, Jimmy was talking to her but he was watching the soldiers.
“You ok?” she asked.
“Yeah…they just look unnerved and it makes me nervous. I don’t think the one who was involved ever seen a man shot before….great here we go.” Jimmy spat seeing the soldier coming his way.
Realization that the man was indeed dead had finally sunk in. “You could have hit me.”
The soldier in charge of the small unit was following closely behind. “Private Sanders return to your horse.”
Jimmy shot the man a cold glare. “I don’t miss.” He growled.
“Sanders!”
“I could be the one lying there dead.” Sanders replied.
“Ya could.” Jimmy replied catching Scarlet’s look. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Don’t do it was what she was thinking. She knew his temperament all to well. “but I wasn’t aimin for you.”
“Sanders.” The other solder repeated nervously looking towards Fritz.
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"Trooper," Fritz said, his voice barely a whisper, "get back to your mount."
Sanders was running on adrenaline; not using his head. "He coulda kilt me!"
"I don't think you heard me," Fritz said, his voice a little louder. "Get back to your mount NOW."
He didn't recognize the man as one who rode with the patrol. Probably a replacement. The older trooper took two paces back.
"And who the hell are you?"
Fritz closed the gap and backhanded him hard. The boy was on his ass, blood flowed from his split lip.
"I'm First Sergeant King, formerly of I Company, Second Federal Cavalry. I've served in the Army longer than you've been alive. I fought indians on the plains while you were learning to walk. I fought in every major engagement in the Civil War. I've killed more men than I care to remember. I'd like to forget the faces of the friends I've buried, but I can't. And I've only truly loved one woman."
He looked to Scarlet a moment, but only one.
"I was breveted twice for gallantry. I led my troopers in the Grand March. I met Abraham Lincoln. I've drank bourbon with Ulyses Grant. I've served with Phil Sheridan and William Tecumsah Sherman. And I am your SUPERIOR!!!"
The boy was practically crabwalking away. Fear was plain in his eyes.
Fritz towered over the boy. "Private Sanders, get on your feet. NOW TROOPER!!!"
Sanders sprung up like a jack-in-the-box.
"The manual states you'll walk your mount for thirty minutes, then water him. Have you done that?"
"N-n-no Sergeant!"
"Then get to it."
Sanders was about to run.
"Before you go son, apologize to the man for your outburst."
Sanders turned to Jimmy. "I'm sorry sir."
Jimmy smiled. "Accepted."
Sanders pleaded, "Can I go now Sergeant?"
Fritz smiled. "Dismissed."
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The older soldier turned to Jimmy. “I’m sorry Lieu…Mr. Bradbury.”
Jimmy looked at the man. “Do me a favor.”
“Yes Sir?”
“Somebody train that boy so he makes your age.”
The soldier smiled “Yes Sir.” He gave Jimmy a sharp salute. He then turned to Fritz. “Permission to return to my horse Sir.”
Scarlet stepped close to Jimmy and lowered her voice. When they were finished talking Jimmy went back towards the corrals while Scarlet waited for Fritz to finish talking to the soldiers.
She smiled softly at him as he approached, he knew her well enough to see the slight concern in her eyes behind the smile.
“If you’re done I’d like to talk to you about something, if not it can wait.” She said.
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He wanted to explain to her. He hoped she’d understand. The boy had lost his head. He’d forgotten who and what he was. It was a common thing for a young man fresh in uniform to think like a civilian. He WASN’T. He was a soldier now. Fritz had just reminded him. He saw Sander’s right hand creeping towards his flap holster. If his hand had finished its journey, Jimmy would have killed him. Discipline in the service was sometimes harsh, but life was harsher still.
He saw the smile, but the look in Scarlet’s eyes made him pause. He put his hat in his hands and said, “Yes dear…?”
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His “yes dear” caught her a bit off guard perhaps this was bad timing but it was the first time all five of the men that rode for her had been around at the same time. Johnny was going to be uptight for days and she didn’t want any other problems wandering into his sites or her men to become careless because they had something else on their minds.
“You’re sure, because it can wait?” She asked looking across the grounds where a couple of the hands had gone to get back to work after the excitement.
“No, it can’t.” He replied.
“Walk with me Sugar.” Scarlet said heading towards the corrals where others were bringing in some of the horses that were for sale or had been sold. She walked slow enough the two men ahead of them wouldn’t hear their conversation.
“I’ve tried to show you everything that goes on around here, but there’s something I seem to have failed to tell you and I apologize.” Scarlet said.
Fritz took a deep breath waiting for her to say something about what had happened with Sanders.
“The men Fritz. I’ve introduced you to some of them and you’ve introduced yourself when I have not been there. What I never thought to tell you is not all of them work for Dad.”
“I’m not sure I’m following. They all seem to work well together” he said his mind shifting from the incident with Sanders, she didn’t seem to be giving that a second thought.
“When Travis died most of the men that worked for him went to work for Bo or my father, which was fine by me. At the time I was glad I wouldn’t have to worry about the business side of a ranch. But there were five of them who didn’t want to go to work for somebody else. They told me they were loyal to Travis as well as me and the fact he was gone didn’t change their feelings if I would have them. They’ve kept things together when I wasn’t around. Bo let them continue to live out at the old place when I wouldn’t live there; it was always there home too. I told them I would always make sure they had a roof over their heads and food in their stomach.” Scarlet stopped near one of the corrals. “This is terrible to say, but I’m glad Chuck is not one of the men that work for me, because I’d be sitting in my father’s office trying to explain why my men were sloppy and explaining what I was going to do about it.”
One of the horses came over for attention. Scarlet ran her hand along the horse’s ears.
“These are some of the horses the men care for. Those five there are sold to Mr. Whirly.” She said pointing to four mares and a gelding in one of the other corrals.
“Those they are bringing in are some that are to his taste, he has the option to buy.” She said pointing at the incoming herd.
“All together there are fifty-three horses, including Lucky, Gypsy and her foal that are mine, that’s not counting the ones I am partners on, hence some the different brands or configurations you see.”
She paused for a moment watching the nearing herd.
“They are good men Fritz and I trust them with my life, yours too. But something is going on. I’ve asked and they deny there is any problem. But for the last week or better they’ve been….uptight or something I can’t figure out. We’ve talked more than once about things changing for them after you and I are married. I’ve told them they have no need to be concerned about their jobs or they way things are being done. Ain’t broke don’t fix it right.”
As the horses came in closer Fritz recognized the men that always seemed to be hanging around Scarlet when she was working with the stock, what she was telling him would explain why.
One of the men he recognized as handing him the reins of a half broke horse when he first came to the Southern Starr, Robert was the man’s name. It had been a test of Fritz’s ability along with his personality and Fritz knew it, unfortunately he had realized after the horse had started to buck with him. Robert had given him a hand out of the dirt and smiled when Fritz asked if he could have another go at riding the horse.
Zeke also rode with them, Fritz had worked a lot next to Zeke and considered him a friend.
“Like many of the men here those men were soldiers at one time, disciplined ones. They were also taught to judge a man by his actions not by his clothes or his accent. I know you’re not ignorant to the fact some of the men had issues with a Yankee soldier coming to live among them. Those men didn’t, although I know they tested you a time or two” She grinned lopsidedly at him “although you never mentioned it…. So I’m not sure why there is tension now. Zeke likes you. By the way he is our right hand man. He’s never not told me anything, in fact there have been times he’s told me more than I really wanted to know.” She laughed softly. “I’ve asked the men, I’ve asked Bo and Jimmyif they knew of anything I should perhaps be aware of that might be going on?”
She watched the two men run to drop the corral boards for the incoming horses then looked back at Fritz.
“Now I’m asking you. Do you know of anything I should perhaps be aware of that might be going on?”
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Was there something going on? That was a loaded question. Fritz hadn’t known about the hands. He wrongly assumed they were Johnny’s men. And Rose hadn’t said anything about Scarlet’s agreement with her men. When he went out to clean the place, it looked like it hadn’t been inhabited in years. Men weren’t necessarily as clean as women, but most couldn’t live like pigs, either.
So now, he had another problem. He would have to find a place for the hands to live. Fritz wondered if Johnny had another place on or near the spread that he could buy, or a place he could rent until they could afford to build another house on the property.
“There IS something going on,” Fritz replied. Did he see sadness in her eyes?
“Fritz quickly took her hands. “But, it’s nothing dangerous or illegal. I can’t tell you what it is darling…you’ll know it soon enough. Do you trust me?”
Scarlet smiled. “You know I do.”
“Then don’t worry,” he replied. “The men will be taken care of. I guarantee it.”
He hoped he could pull a miracle out of his pocket.
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Once surgery was done and Chuck's wounds were bandaged, Ella left Sean to watch for him to wake up, while she and Greg got his men loaded into the wagon for the trip back to the fort.
Ella noticed that Jimmy was very watchful during the loading process. He was keeping a close eye on two soldiers in particular, one of whom was openly radiating hostility. Well, she could ask later. Jimmy might answer or he might not.
"I expect that Sean is going to be a fine medical corpsman by the time you return him to me," said Greg.
"Thomas also shows promise in that area," replied Ella. "William was willing enough to do chores, but the sight of blood or wounds bothered him too much. Andrews is fit for light duty, even if he would rather take a couple weeks of vacation in your infirmary. John is weak, but out of danger unless fever sets in. I'll come to the fort with the last four, in two weeks or so. It has been a pleasure to meet you." She extended her right hand for a handshake, but he raised it to his lips. She blushed, but did not snatch her hand back.
"The pleasure is mine. I look forward to your visit to the fort," he replied, releasing her hand and stepping back.
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“Very well I’ll stop asking then.” Scarlet said squeezing his hands then kissing him softly.
“Hey now. Don’tcha know if ya ain’t gonna share yer not supposed ta tease us.” Robert said as he rode towards them.
The horse trotted up next to them and slid to a stop.
“Didn’t realize you would like to hold his hands Robert.” Scarlet teased.
“No ma’am but perhaps I will get to dance with you at the wedding.” He said stepping off the stocky bay horse. “Care ta give ‘er a try?” He said holding the reins towards Fritz.
Fritz eyed the animal for a short moment. It was the same stocky animal Robert had handed him the reins to last time. Who would have guessed a horse that short and heavily muscled could buck the way she had.
Scarlet gave Robert a disapproving look.
“Ah she’s come a long way since last time, ain’t bucked with me for six months ‘er better now. I would take the chance of ya gettin’ hurt this close to the wedding. I swear on mama’s picture.” Robert smiled.
“I’d feel better if ya sweared on that picture of Gloria that’s hanging behind yer mama.”
“What do you know about Gloria?” He asked.
Scarlet grinned. “I know she has been hanging over your bed since I forbid a picture of a naked woman hangin’ over mine.”
“Miss Scarlet I am shocked.” He turned slightly red.
“I know a lot more about her too..even met the lady once.”
“Ah gheez. Alright I swear on Gloria this horse ain’t bucked with me in put near six months. I been werkin’ real hard with ‘er, call her Dixie. Sides what you would do to me I’m certain would hurt twice as much as what she’d do to…” He wasn’t sure what to call Fritz now that he was going to be his boss. “the Sergeant here.” He held the reins up again. Care to try her Sir?“
Zeke rode up “Three of ‘em slipped past who’s gonna help me?” He looked at Fritz.
Fritz had seen the three horses “slip past” Zeke most likely let them. He took the rein and swung up onto the bay’s back.
They rode quietly for some time. Fritz knew something was on Zeke’s mind.
Zeke finally spoke up. “I’m just gonna call you Fritz, it’s what I’m used to unless you’d prefer us call you Boss or Mr. King. The men ain’t to sure on that. Everybody has their own preferences. I just gotta know what you prefer. That’s not the only thing we been wondering either. We been kinda wondering since you bought the ranch if you have your own hands you’re going to bring in.” Zeke was pretty sure Scarlet would put up a big fuss if Fritz wanted to dismiss them but he’d seen the Boss bring in his own men to run things and the men that had been there get demoted at other ranches..
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Scarlet watched Fritz and Zeke ride off then walked back towards the infirmary. She arrived in time to see the Dr. kiss Ella’s hand then bidding her a farewell.
Scarlet stepped onto the porch as the army pulled out. “I trust you had a nice visit, with a little excitement thrown in.”
Ella looked at her.
“With the shooting ‘n all. Is he a decent doctor?” Scarlet asked.
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"He seems to be a good doctor. He's aware of new ideas coming from Europe, and willing to look seriously at old ideas like what you learned from the tribe and I learned from my grandmother," replied Ella. "I enjoyed talking to him. I'll go visit him at the fort when the other patients are ready to be discharged, and see the books and journals he was offering to lend."
"He's also good-looking," she continued, looking after the departing visitors. She shook herself a little. "Now that there are fewer patients, I can get back to work on Becca's wedding dress. I wonder if it is still on the table in the sewing room with the needle stuck in the hem where I left it. T.J.'s wife is supposed to arrive tomorrow. I expect that she will want to feel useful, and having another housewife working will help get everything ready for the wedding."
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Scarlet had noticed that the doctor was easy to look at and smiled at Ella’s comment about him. “I think you impressed him. I knew you would when he started asking me about medicine. I remember seeing the books in his office….he has quite the collection.”
“I’ve never met T.J’s family, Jimmy does speak well of them though and from what he says I think you are right saying she will want to feel useful. Mom has a whole list of stuff to be done and I know she will begin the cakes soon. Some of the girls from the Ace will be out the day before the wedding to help us put the finishing touches on the rose garden and decorations. Mrs. Whirly will be coming with her husband; she is a very good cook and has offered to help in the kitchen or wherever she can. I think we will be having many women showing up to help.” Scarlet grinned “and I think I’m starting to get nervous even though I keep telling myself I’m not.”
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"Nervous is normal," replied Ella. "Even though you've been married before, and you know Fritz well enough to be pretty sure exactly what you are getting. You are going to be the center of attention on your wedding day. That's plenty of reason for nerves, right there!"
She turned toward the infirmary, "Before I get back to sewing, I need to get Chuck into a bed. He is going to have to stay off that leg for several days or the stitches will tear and it will start bleeding again."
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"Zeke," Fritz said, "we've been through too much for formalities. Call me Fritz. And please tell the men to do the same."
"Okay."
"And as far as I'm concerned," Fritz continued, "you and the men work for Scarlet, not for me. I've been a soldier all my life, Zeke. It's all I've ever known."
"Cowboyin' ain't hard Fritz."
"Maybe...but I'm gonna ask you lots of questions."
Zeke chuckled. "I reckon we both work for Scarlet now."
Fritz laughed. "Yeah...I guess you're right!"
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“The Boss is tough but fair. It’s damn hard to keep a secret from her too.” Zeke said causing Fritz to laugh. “I’ve seen her get on a horse and get right back off an’ say it’s just not gonna be a good day for ‘em. She picks up on folks she knows the same." Zeke continued "We been tryin’ to avoid her til I had a chance to talk to you. We were glad to hear she was finally coming home. She kinda brightens the place up and we all like her cookin’. We plan on painting the bunkhouse. Was the best looking building on the place til everything else got fixed up. The men will be happy to hear we don’t have to change bunks we’ve kind of had it set up the way we like it since there’s just the five of us. Yer always welcome to join us out there ya know for a drink or a game o’ cards.”
A look of relief crossed Fritz’s features as he figured out they must already have a place he mistook for some other kind of building.
“Fritz you’re always welcome at our campfire. I’m sorry if we ever made ya feel otherwise.”
“It’s not that.” Fritz said. “Where is the bunk house?”
“Out on the other end of the barn…looks like a smaller version of the barn. We even used one of those divided stall doors. We can open the top and let the breeze in and keep most critters out.”
The three escaped horses stood under a tree. Zeke rode up next to one and put his lasso around the animals neck indicating Fritz do the same. Fritz didn’t say anything but he was now sure from the ease of catching the horses Zeke had let them go on purpose.
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‘Becca shaded her eyes and looked at the sun. “I’ve got some business that needs takin’ care of.” She said to Tensleep then kissed him on the cheek. “If I don’t see you before you leave for the party you have a good time. The girls been practicing a lot for the show this evening.” She started towards the barn then stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. “You are welcome to my room if you’re alone; girls got their own rooms to entertain in.” She smiled and continued on her way.
‘Becca didn’t bother to put a saddle on her horse, she slipped on his bridle, put a blanket on his back, lead him to a stump and climbed aboard. She kicked cloud in the direction she had seen Jimmy ride a few minutes before.
It was a short ride to the house Jimmy called home; his horse was in the corral. Rebecca rode Cloud into the small barn and put him in the stall. Rebecca looked around before she left the barn, nobody was to be seen. She chuckled to herself at the old habit.
She tapped on the door, waited until she heard him say “Come in ‘Becca.” Then went inside.
“Been along time since we met like this Hun.” She smiled flirtatiously. “It’s been so hard waiting.”
“I hope you can tell me it was worth all the wait and anticipation.” He returned her flirtatious smile.
“You’ve yet to disappoint me Jimmy.”
"Well lets not keep you waiting any longer. Come on." He said walking to the bedroom.
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Jimmy reached into the back of the closet and pulled out the rifle, opened the action and handed it to Rebecca.
“Oh Jimmy.” She exclaimed. “It’s. so much more than I expected.”
“You told me you wanted something real special ‘Becca. I still know a few people in the right places.” He half grinned.
“When I asked you to get a new rifle and engrave on it I never expected somethin’ like this…it’s almost like a fine piece o’ art er something that should be displayed in somebody’s home” she said turning the rifle over and looking at it closely.
“It’s got a twenty four inch barrel, twisted barrel, nickel plated receiver, I was really impressed with the fancy wood and checkered forend and cheek piece. I told them to send me something special for a special lady.” He said.
“Well the fact that you engraved the butt plate and inlays give it special meaning, since you know us and all.” Rebecca turned the rifle again and read the inscription plate. “John Ross, September 10, 1874. Forever Rebecca Ross.” She smiled softly and closed her eyes for a moment.
“Is that ok?” He asked. She could hear the concern in his voice.
“It’s perfect Jimmy, never took you as one with much sentiment.” She said looking back at him.
Her look told him she was touched. “It’s something I though you would like, classy and sweet just like you.”
She blushed slightly causing him to laugh. “Dirty remarks never bring color to your cheeks; it’s the genuine compliments huh?” He said with a smile. “Ya ready for more?”
Becca’s eyes lit up. “’Course Hun I always like more.”
“Well ya got ta wait.”
“Wait?” She pouted.
“Yeah, Bo should be here any minute with the other part. I can show you something else while we’re waiting but you got to promise to keep it a secret.”
She laid the rifle on the bed. “Well those are the best kind.” She grinned.
Jimmy walked to the end of the room and pulled back the sheet that was covering the bed frame and headboard. “Rose and I been working on this for Scarlet and Fritz.”
“You are a man of many talents James.” She said looking at what would be a four poster bed. The posts were turned and engraved with a tiny vine of roses that seemed to climb to the top. The head board had the same tiny vine engraved in an oval, the entire thing stained in a dark oak color, except for the inside of the oval which was light. Painted inside the oval was a picture of Lucky from the shoulder up wearing the halter Scarlet often rode him with. The stallion had his neck arched and ears pitched forward his forehead against Strider who had the same pose.
“Rose painted the center didn’t she?” ‘Becca said looking close.
“Yes.” He replied.
“She’s always been good at pictures. Just look at the detail, right down to the U.S. on the bit and Concho. The two horses almost form a heart. How long have you been working on this?” She asked.
“Off ‘n on since we came home. Rose was sure they’d be married some day and this is what she wanted. Bo and I did the wood work Rose the painting.”
“You got good hands when you’re not using them to draw those pistols Jimmy.” She grinned and winked at him.
The walked back into the main part of the house when they heard the horse outside. Bo came through the door carrying the scabbard for the rifle.
“Think Marshal Ross will like this?” Bo said holding it up for Rebecca to see.
Carved into the scabbard was a scene of a cowboy in the mountains riding towards an Indian maiden mounted on a paint pony. J.B. Ross was worked into the grass.
Becca crossed the room, stood on her tip toes as she put her arm around Bo’s neck and pulled him down to her. She kissed him on the cheek. “If he loves it as half as much as I do I will be thrilled. What do I owe you two?”
“You already paid for the cost of the rifle.” Jimmy said.
“But not the engraving or the leather work.”
“I kinda like what you just gave Bo.” Jimmy said.
Rebecca walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. “And?” She asked.
Bo grinned. “One good deed from each of us as your wedding gift.”
“We’re all paid up.” Jimmy said.
Rebecca opened her mouth to protest.
Bo put the scabbard in her hands. “Just say thank you.”
“Scarlet always told me never to try and figure you two out, so I won’t.”
“Just say thank you and get on outta here ‘fore somebody finds your horse in my barn and starts thinkin’ the worst.” Jimmy said.
“We got a party to go to anyhow.” Bo said with a grin.
Rebecca went into the bedroom, picked up the rifle and slid it into the scabbard.
“Close the door behind ya ‘Becca.” She heard as the men went out. She knew Jimmy was headed back to the ranch to get a buckboard as he would stay at the Ace after the party and bring back T.J’s wife tomorrow.
She waited then slipped back out to the barn, mounted her horse, cradled rifle in her arms and rode towards the ranch Fritz had bought. Not only curious to see what the place looked like now it had been fixed up but she knew it would put time between her and the two men that just left and she’d be coming from a different direction. Besides she had an excuse if someone asked her where she’d been.
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The center of attention Scarlet rolled her eyes at the thought. That had not crossed her mind until Ella said something, now she had more reasons to be nervous. She’d been the center of attention before in something a lot more reveling than the wedding dress would be but somehow this was different.
Scarlet had been so used to doing things on her own for so long she had to remind herself she needed to involve Fritz in things that would affect him as well as her. She would enjoy showing him where the horses that would be theirs ran.
Married before..yeah she’d been married before, she had some recollection of that kind of a life. She wasn’t that person any more. She’d always been independent and become more so over the years. She used to enjoy being in the kitchen, she’d only done that once on her own, that she could recall, in the last year and never for Fritz. At least he would be in for a much more pleasant surprise than Tensleep, although ‘Becca had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen trying to learn. Trying being the key word. Well Fritz knew her well enough to be pretty sure exactly what he was getting too, besides half the fun was learning together. That thought seemed to calm her nerves.
“I’ll give you a hand.” She said following after Ella.
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All but a skeleton crew had drifted from the Starr into town for the festivities.
Rose stood on the porch looking across the landscape. She returned the smile of a few of the hands walked pass.
Rose had shaken her head at Johnny’s idea of a skeleton crew; there were still a lot of men roaming around. She had told him the women could watch the place. Johnny had smiled and told her he knew that. The men were just to back them up, besides they could concentrate on whatever wedding stuff they wanted to get done with out a bunch of men underfoot.
Johnny had been right. Tonight the girls were going to decorate the inside of the house and some of the gardens with things that could be done in advance. Rose had drug out ribbons and linens. The linens wouldn’t go on tonight but they could decide what would go where. She had moved one large vase to a table in the middle of the room. The wedding and festivities were going to be outside but she knew folks wandered through the house as well. Red and green, looked like Christmas to her. ‘Becca and Scarlet had twisted green and white ribbons together and would tie red roses along the ribbons to decorate with.
Becca and Scarlet came up the steps carrying some bottles. “I see you’ve been in the wine cellar again.” Rose said to the girls.
“The men are out having a good time; we should too while we are decorating.” Scarlet replied with a grin.
Rose turned and followed them into the house followed closely by Ella, Patches and some of the other ladies that had come to help. They all went into the ball room and began to work on the decorations and talk about the wedding.
Rose had her list of everything that needed to be done, when it could or needed to be done and who was doing it.
The ladies laughed and talked while they worked. The subjects ranged from decorations and cakes to other weddings and some off color comments followed by laughter.
Johnny and Rose had been married in California along the coast. Rose loved the ocean and they had exchanged their vows along the strip of beach where Johnny had proposed to her, which all the girls thought was oh so romantic. Most of the girls that were married had been married in their local town church.
“What was your wedding like Ella?” Rose asked.
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Johnny walked into the den and closed the sliding doors. There was one lamp lit next to his desk; it was enough. The oiled wood and steel glinted in the light. Johnny pressed a recessed oak panel on the wall. This released a door which slid open. Inside was the secret stash. He'd share this secret with Fritz one day. The weapons in here made the rest of his collection seem tame.
He went to the workbench. The project was almost done. The engraving was perfect. The inlay was set beautifully. Perhaps a final coat of oil on the stock. He hadn't decided on sealing the wood. He'd let Fritz do that. A few more hours, and his work would be done.
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The party at the Ace had turned out to be a huge affair. Hank had not seen some many men from the Southern Starr in the place at one time. He was relieved when Jimmy and Bo made an appearance, it meant he wouldn’t have to deal with the men if they got drunk and disorderly, even more relieved when Johnny showed up.
The girls had practiced on the show they were giving nearly all week and it showed. Since ‘Becca had only made it into town once during the last week the girls had gone out to the Starr so ‘Becca could help them.
Hank could see her influence, except for one of the girls who twirled across the floor coming to a stop in front of Tensleep her calf resting on his shoulder, her dress slid up her leg reveling her thigh, she leaned forward winked at him, blew him a kiss and twirled away. That was something Scarlet would have done.
The one that landed gently in Fritz’s lap, leaned back with a smile, crossed her legs gracefully and got up all in one uninterrupted motion was Becca’a touch. He was impressed that she had done it so easily. Hank remembered the first time ‘Becca had showed her that move. The girl fell out of his lap and onto the floor while trying to get up. Hank got to volunteer for practice with the girls, it was one of the benefits he enjoyed being in the place, he hoped after the wedding ‘Becca and Scarlet wouldn’t become scarce around the place.
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Combined effort of Scarlet and Tensleep
Once the show was over the girls started to mingle.
The girl that had danced in front of Tensleep approached him with a smile. “Would you like to dance?”
"I wouldn't mind dancing, but jist so ya know, that's all that's on my mind. My heart belongs to the most wonderful woman in the world."
Tensleep was feeling good. When he had arrived in town that afternoon there was a wire from Vernon, Texas telling him that 'Becca's saddle was on a stage and would be in the next morning.
The girl’s smile broadened. “Fair ‘nuff Sweetheart. I’m Robin. Course just so ya know, wouldn’t be your heart I’d be making a play for.” She giggled.
Tensleep looked at her grinning. "Robin that belongs to 'Becca too, you might oughta see if you can interest Bo or Jimmy. Looks like yer a likely gal an' them boys ain't gittin' no younger." He twirled Robin out and brought her back into his arms, kissed her cheek and then spun her into Bo's grasp.
"There ya go boyo... my gift to you for this here party." Tensleep winked and walked up the stairs to Becca's room.
Robin grinned it wasn’t hard to see why the marshal had caught ‘Becca’s eye. She looked up at Bo. At least this one wouldn’t be comparing her to ‘Becca and Jimmy had a thing for one of the other girls who didn’t work the floor. Bo was easy on the eyes too. She’d have to remember to thank the Marshal in the morning.
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Ella smiled and replied, "We got married outdoors, under a canopy, called a chupah. Alan, escorted by his father and my father, was waiting for me when my mother, aunt, and his mother escorted me out there. Under the chupah, I walked around Alan seven times, then I stood at Alan's right hand facing the Rabbi. The Rabbi gave the blessing over a brimful cup of wine, then Alan and I both drank from it. Alan put this ring on my finger, saying 'Behold you are sanctified to me with this ring, according to the Law of Moses and Israel.' His partner read aloud the wedding contract, and gave it to me. I have it upstairs, framed. More blessings were recited, and we drank from another cup of wine. Since we hadn't eaten all day, the wine started to make me dizzy! Alan stamped on a glass and broke it, as a remembrance that the Temple in Jerusalen was destroyed. The guests all cheered, then escorted Alan and me to a private room. The guests settled down to eat while Alan and I were alone together for the first time ever. We came out and joined the party, announced as "Doctor and Mrs. Alan Coatsworth". Then there was dancing and entertainment performed by several guests. My sisters sang, for example. The party lasted all night, I think."
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The girl that had landed in Fritz’s lap earlier smiled as she approached him. Picking up the bottle she refilled his drink then placed the bottle back on the table. She unpinned her black hair and shook it out. It fell to her shoulders and framed her fair face.
“They call me Candy because I am so very sweet.” She purred looking at him through dark eyes.
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He hadn't wanted to go. She was all he needed. But Scarlet had been insistent. Probably her way of getting him out of the Starr so she and Rose could go to work. He took the bottle from Candy's hand and took a quick swig.
"Of course you are," Fritz replied. "You're stunning. But you're not Scarlet."
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“Johnny has a cousin who’s wedding ceremony sounds very similar to yours. If I remember correctly it lasted until nearly sunrise.” Rose smiled at the memory. She turned to Scarlet “I want to try the dress on you and make any last minute adjustments. Itsa good time to since Fritz won’t accidentally walk in on us.”
“I always thought that wives tale about the groom seeing the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding was just an ol’ superstition, my husband saw me in my dress before the wedding, although it was nothing fancy en all, but just looked what happened.” Trixie said.
“I guess I must be superstitious, comes from the people I’ve lived with.” Becca chuckled.
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"Jewish custom has the groom veil the bride. He gets to see her face unveiled to be sure he is getting the right wife, because Leah and Rachel's father tricked Jacob. So Alan did see me in my wedding dress shortly before the wedding," commented Ella. "It was the first time we had seen each other for a week. He looked so handsome that I was ready to fall in love all over again."
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“Rose attempted to do something similar.” ‘Becca said with a blush. She wasn’t able to accomplish it with either Scarlet or Becca. “I think I will enjoy waking up with him next to me most mornings.”
Rose and Scarlet came back into the room.
“I just need to finish the ties for bustle and we are good.” Rose said. “What would you girls think of arriving out in the rose garden riding side saddle?”
“Thunder doesn’t ride side saddle.” Patches said.
“Dancer does.” Scarlet said.
“I think we have enough side saddles if we include Ella’s and those two fancy ones in the attic.” Rose said.
Scarlet grinned she used to always ask Rose if she could ride in the beautiful black and silver saddle that had belonged to her grandmother. That was before she lost interest in riding side saddle, now she occasionally used an old one that was in the barn just to keep in practice.
Patches shifted a bit uneasy.
“With your balance Patches it’ll be easy for you.” Scarlet smiled “but we don’t have too.”
“If you really wanted to I bet I could dig up enough white horses.” Rose grinned.
“I’d prefer my own horse if we do something like that. I trust him.” Becca replied.
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Combined effort of Fritz & Scarlet
“Most men prefer to be with someone who doesn’t remind them of the one at home." Candy half smiled. "Closest one to Scarlet is Robin, the one dancin’ with Bo. I could ask her to come over here if you like.” She looked at Fritz.
Part of working for The Ace was learning to read the people you were dealing with. Candy had alot of experience charming men that wanted company but didn't really want to admit it, she also was good enough at her job to know when no meant no.
“but I’m purdy sure that’s not what you meant.” She smiled understandingly. “Ya know part of my job is to make sure you have a good time. There are a couple of good card games going on. If you want a bad card game I could play with ya. Or perhaps there is something else I can do to bring that handsome smile to your face?”
"Don't get me wrong Candy...you're beautiful, and any man in here would be happy to have you on their arm."
Candy tilted her head and smiled. This one was different.
"Would you like some company, Mr. Fritz?"
"No...thank you. I think I should go."
Fritz put the glass down, picked up his hat, and headed for the door.
He felt her hand on his arm. “Please don’t go alone.” She held out a key to one of the rooms. “Either stay, I don’t think Scarlet would mind if you used her room as long as you’re alone, or take someone with you.”
"Why are you doing this? I can't hurt someone I love. I WON'T."
Candy took a step back.
"Two years ago, I would've taken you up on your offer. You could be the greatest lover on Earth, but without love, it's only sex. I'm sorry."
Candy looked down and then looked back at him. “I didn’t mean it that way Mr. Fritz. What I meant is don’t ride alone if you want to go. Let me get one of the men to ride back with you. I would feel awful if something were to happen, even though I am sure you are very capable of out maneuvering bad men such as you seem to be out maneuvering me, OR this is the key to Scarlet’s room upstairs,” She held the key out again “where you will indeed be left ALONE. Much like after you are married. The choice is yours but please choose one of them.” She said sincerely.
He took the offered key. "You're a sweet girl Candy. Thank you."
He kissed her cheek and walked upstairs.
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"I would rather ride Ruth than a random white horse," agreed Ella, "but we should dress up the horses we will ride in on."
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"We've got pleanty of fancy bridles, and we could weave ribbons and flowers in their manes and tails." Scarlet said.
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He pushed the door closed and threw the bolt. The room she used was small but cozy. The rose-scented candles reminded him of her. It wasn't too long ago that they shared the bed he sat on. It was then that he noticed the bottle. A note was tied to its neck. Fritz picked it up and read:
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to come up here!" He smiled. Scarlet knew him so well. "This is the best bourbon the house has. There are a few cigars in the drawer too. I wish I could be there. I love you. Soon darlin! Yours, Scarlet."
-
By the time the group of women retired for the night the house looked completely different. Rose had pulled out her best lace table clothes and candle holders. The girls had made paper roses and tied them on the stair case. Rose would use fresh flowers from around the garden to fill the fancy vases that had been stuck away for many years. Rose loved to make the place look breathtaking and a wedding was the best reason of all.
Becca couldn’t wait to see Tensleep and tell him all the things she’d gotten to do. Decorating the saloon for parties was one thing but this…she just couldn’t describe how she was feeling. Perhaps it was the fact the women here didn’t judge her because of what she was. Johnny and Rose always made her feel like she was just as welcome in their home as Scarlet. She could hardly get to sleep, the excitement outweighing the nervousness.
Finding that she couldn’t sleep Becca went to Scarlet’s room and tapped on the door.
Nobody answered. She pushed open the door. “Scarlet it’s Becca.”
Still no answer. She peered inside at the empty bed.
“Becca stood there a moment wondering where Scarlet had gotten off to in the middle of the night. “Of course.” She said to herself and headed for the barn.
The door to Lucky’s stall was half opened. “You couldn’t sleep either huh?” She said peering inside seeing Lucky’s head in Scarlet’s lap. Scarlet was slowly running her fingers through the horse’s long forelock; Lucky’s eyes were closed and he appeared relaxed except for the rotating of his ear listening to what was going on around him.
“Was kinda lonely. Guess I’ve gotten used to sharing my bed.” Scarlet smiled leaning her head back.
“There enough room for me too?”
“I don’t mind lettin’ ya cuddle close to this one.” Scarlet chuckled.
Rebecca laughed as she lay down behind the big horse and began to rub his neck.
Lucky opened one eye, raised his head and looked at her. He sighed and put his head back in Scarlet’s lap.
The girls laughed.
“He’s not spoiled.” Scarlet said.
“Just like any male, can be sweet as pie to the right person and deadly to the wrong one.”
“I sure never expected any wedding I’d have to be like this.” Becca said.
“At least you expected on having one someday.” Scarlet said teasingly.
“I’m glad we’ve both found somebody special.”
“Don’t ever want to imagine life without ‘im.”
“Folks treat me real decent out here, even the men that frequent the Ace. There’s been a bit of teasing but all good natured. I want you to know I appreciate it.”
“I never said anything to anyone ‘Becca. Folks just like ya. Folks I care to be seen with anyway. And ya know what.” Scarlet said looking at her friend.
“What?”
“Mom’s real particular who she dresses this place up for and who gets married out here. One of those women that you’re so fond of wanted her daughter to be married out here. Mom told her only family and close friends got married out here.” Scarlet giggled.
“You think if it hadn’t been for your wedding plans the place would still be decorated like this.”
“No doubt Becca…no doubt at all.” Scarlet leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
Becca was smiling when she feel asleep.
-
Breakfast at the Ace was the biggest organized meal of the day. It was the girl’s time mostly to themselves before the day got busy. Meals were served in the dining room for guests who had chosen to stay the night. The girls sat in the bar area, outside or went back to thier rooms.
Bo sat down his coffee cup and looked at Fritz with a silly grin.
Fritz shot him the what do you find so amusing look.
“I remember the second time I met my wife. She told me she she was going to bewitch me. She said I wouldn’t desire anybody else from the first time I kissed her until the day she died…I thought she was crazy and I kissed her just to prove her wrong. We were married six weeks later, and she was right. So I’m just sittin’ here wonderin’ if Scarlet has some kind of book of charms or spells and just when it was she bewitched you.”
-
Fritz sipped his coffee. "I can tell you down to the minute," he replied. "When we were down in Mexico, I thought I was dead. I figured I'd never make it out of that rat hole alive. Then the posse came. I was struck by her beauty the moment I saw her."
"Is that all?" Bo asked. "I thought there'd be something more than that."
"I'm not done yet," Fritz added. "Later, Scarlet cut my hair. I must've been a mess..." He thought back. "I had some bad experiences during the war. Whenver someone gets too close to me, I expect they're gonna stick me with a sword, knife or bayonet."
"Yeah," Bo added. "I think we all had some close calls."
"You might've noticed I don't let folks get too close to me, even today. Scarlet was different. She sat behind me and trimmed my hair. I've been with some women, Bo. But her touch was the most erotic sensation I've ever felt."
"Oh..."
"And you know I'm pretty reserved," Fritz continued. "But at that moment, I felt as free as I had when I was a boy. I jumped in the water naked...and it wasn't just to get clean."
"So," Bo nodded. "She DID bewitch you."
-
“Afriad of gettin’ stuck and you let Scarlet lose behind ya.” Bo chuckled “Johnny wondered if you was touched when you started hangin’ around. Guess you were, just not the way he figured.” Bo teased then raised his cup. “Here’s to the women who truly bewitch us.” He smiled.
-
Scarlet always seemed to wake up just before the sun, it never mattered what time she had gone to sleep. Becca lay next to the wall, some time in the night Mr. Dawg had found his way into the stall.
Scarlet got up and shook the hay out of her hair then went to get Lucky’s breakfast. She heard ‘Becca’s voice as she came back.
“John stop.” She giggled.
Scarlet tried not to laugh as she watched Mr. Dawg put his paw on her arm then his nose against her cheek then finally lick her neck.
Becca’s eyes slowly opened. Scarlet couldn’t contain her soft laugh at the look on Becca’s face as she realized Mr. Dawg was the one nuzzling her.
“How long you been watchin’?” Becca said putting her arms around the dog.
“To long.” Scarlet smirked.
“huh.” Becca snorted. “What are we doing today?”
“This morning gonna help in the garden, then this afternoon gonna bathe the horses.” Scarlet replied.
“Well we best get started.” Becca said standing up and shaking herself off.
The two women headed for the house. Once inside they both stopped to look at the transformation.
“It’s so perfect.” Becca said softly to no one particular.
-
Ella was up to her elbows in bread dough when Scarlet and Becca came into the house. There was still enough bread left from Monday's baking to feed the normal number of people until the next baking day on Friday, but Ella had decided to work in an extra batch to be ready for extra people to feed. Once the bread was all kneaded, she would clean up the kitchen to leave it ready for Rose to make the cake, and go change bandages.
It was a great relief to have only six patients. She chuckled softly to herself. Just over a week ago, she had considered six patients a great burden, and could not imagine needing more infirmary space than the six beds she had.
"Good morning, brides," she called.
-
“Good morning Ella.” Becca and Scarlet said in unison walking into the kitchen.
“We’re going to bathe the horses today so they look good tomorrow too. Do you want to help?” Scarlet asked.
-
Jimmy waited for the morning stage, the Whirly’s and T.J.’s wife were due to arrive, along with Tensleep who anxiously awaited for Rebecca’s saddle to arrive. He’d received a message it was coming on the stage also. Arriving the day before the wedding was cutting it close but it had been a special order for his bride to be.
Tensleep looked down the street then up at the sun.
Jimmy eyed him “Hate ta see how fidgety you’ll be by tomorrow night.”
-
"Yes," replied Ella, "but I have to check the patients after I clean up the kitchen first. Must leave everything ready for Rose to work on the wedding cake! Where are you going to do the horse washing? I'll join you as soon as I can."
-
“Behind the foaling barn there is a creek that feeds into a shallow pool. You can see it from the barn. Going there beats pumping the water and it’s close enough I can just come up and get a different horse instead of trying to keep an eye the two stallions.” Scarlet said as she and Becca began to help Ella clean up the kitchen.
“I can’t wait to see what the cakes will look like!” Becca said looking over Rose’s stash of different sized pans, food colorings and all the things she had laid out the night before.
Once the kitchen was clean Ella went to check on the patients while Becca and Scarlet headed for the stalls.
Scarlet gathered up the sponges and brushes and dropped them into the bucket along with the shampoo she’d brought from the house.
Patches gave her a strange look. “Yer serious? Yer actually going to use shampoo on the horses.”
Becca put her finger to her lips “Shhhh, yer not supposed to let crazy folks know you think they are crazy.” She laughed.
“Someday you can tell your kids about their eccentric Aunty Scarlet who thinks she needs to bathe her horse with rose scented shampoo.” Scarlet laughed causing the other two to laugh with her.
“Well I suppose folks bathe their dogs.” Becca said eyeing Mr. Dawg.
“Horse is bigger than a dawg.” Patches said climbing up onto Dancer.
Scarlet took Rose’s stallion first, Becca followed on Cloud with Mr. Dawg bouncing along next to the group.
-
Scarlet expected her mother’s horse to be the biggest problem. Shadow had manners but he practiced them best around Rose. It surprised her when he was generally good while Becca’s horse pawed the water so hard everyone got wet then he managed to knock the bucket over. Becca and Scarlet finally managed to get all of the soap off of him. They took the two horses back to the barn while Patches shampooed Mr. Dawg.
Ella was getting Ruth out when Scarlet and Becca headed back to the creek with Lucky and Buddy.
Once Lucky was bathed Scarlet braided his mane and tail so it would be wavy when it dried.
“That horse is gonna be prettier than you tomorrow.” Becca laughed.
-
The morning stage rolled in right on time. The passengers stepped off, Mr. and Mrs. Whirly among them. Mr. Whirly took the luggage and began to load it onto the wagon Jimmy had brought.
“Got something up here for you Marshal Ross.” The driver called down.
“Well hand it carefully on down.” He said stepping next to the stage.
Jimmy could see Miss Jane sitting in the stage wringing her hands nervously. He stepped up and offered his hand. “Good to see you again ma’am.” He said.
She looked up at him, took his hand and stepped out followed by her son.
“Tell me James, how bad is he?” She said softly bracing herself for the worst.
“I think you would say God was watchin’ over him ma’am.” He replied.
“They reported the entire troop was slaughtered. Then I got a telegram from the Southern Starr….really the last place I would expect him to end up. He said he was going to look you up while they were in the area if he had the time...how bad is he?”
“He’s gonna be alright Miss Jane. We have a healer at the Starr that is taking very good care of him. She can tell you everything you want to know. I can tell you he’ll be back to his ornery ol’ self in short order.”
“He could have retired two years ago Jimmy….His lucks gonna run out, then I’ll be a widow. What’s it gonna take?” She shook her head.
“Perhaps new scenery Miss Jane, perhaps a better offer. Most of all I believe the understanding of a good woman.” Jimmy said helping her up into the wagon.
He glanced over at Fritz. Fritz had told Scarlet he would leave the army a time or two. He and Bo got to hear her RANT about how Fritz better not end his career just for her. He half smiled knowing Fritz had yet to see that display. Miss Jane would have jumped at a chance like that. Folks sure were different in their views he thought as he climbed up on the wagon.
As they rolled through town Jimmy pointed out the things he thought folks would find interesting, especially Miss Jane and her son.
The girls were brushing up on their side saddle skills when the men came back from town. Scarlet, Becca and Rose were riding around the barns while Ella showed Patches the finer points of riding side saddle.
Spotting the wagon Scarlet, Becca and Rose rode out to meet them.
Tensleep double checked to make sure ‘Becca’s wedding gift was well covered and hidden amongst the luggage of the other folks.
“Now there’s something ya’ don’t see every day ‘round here.” Johnny said with a smile. He couldn’t remember the last time Rose had put a sidesaddle on her horse. She, like Scarlet preferred to ride bareback or in a western saddle.
-
They'd ridden in a slow, easy pace. He and Bo had just enjoyed the view and the weather. Neither man spoke...they didn't have to. Those who've shared in life and death together seldom do. But he'd have to say something.
Fritz noticed Buddy's stall had been cleaned, and he'd been brushed down. He put Strider in the adjacent stall. The two seemed to get along well.
"Bo...?"
"Yeah?"
I don't know if I've asked you proper...God I'm getting senile."
"You have, and yes, I'll stand by you."
Bo smiled, for he knew his friend had alot on his mind. He also smiled, knowing the project Johnny had set him on was finished. He'd got it done a while back, before all this business got started.
"You'd better get cleaned up," Bo said. "You wouldn't want your missus thinking you hung out in a saloon or something..."
-
T.J. was surprised to see his family, even more so when Jane told him she didn’t know who had provided the tickets for them to get there.
Jane hoped she would have a chance to speak to Ella and get the truth about T.J’s true condition. She kept asking how bad he’d been hurt and he kept telling her he’d be ok can it was nothing to worry about.
Jimmy put Jane and her son’s luggage in the room Rose had told him they would be staying then waited for Bo. They were going to take the bed for Fritz and Scarlet to the house and set it up.
Mrs. Whirly got settled in their room, changed from her traveling clothes into more practical working clothes and met Rose in the kitchen to begin helping with what ever needed to be done.
Mr. Whirly asked Scarlet to show him the horses she’d picked for him to look at knowing she would busy tomorrow and most likely didn’t expect to see her before he left. Johnny and Bo could show him some of the other horses while Scarlet was off with her new husband. Both men were very good showing the horses and telling him the blood lines but he was looking for a new horse for his wife as well.
“Any of the horses you ladies were riding side saddle earlier for sale?” He asked.
Scarlet chuckled and replied “No, but I did pull a real nice one aside for you.” She said as they walked the breezeway.
Mr. Whirly stopped to admire Buddy. “I’m not losing one of my favorite people to buy horses from once you’re married.” He held out a sugar cube for Buddy.
“I doubt it.” Scarlet replied. “Fritz is real good with the horses. He finished this one.” She rubbed Buddy’s face “and I think he enjoys it.”
Mr. Whirly looked around, Fritz had left the barn. Scarlet had written to him about how she had bought Bo’s interest in Buddy so she could give the horse to Fritz as a wedding gift, but had told him the horse had been sold. Mr. Whirly enjoyed being in on the conspiracy. “He’s a lucky man.”
“I have something you’re going to like for the Mrs.” Scarlet said walking a few stalls down. “She is out of the same mare as Buddy, sired by Bo’s stallion and bred back to Lucky.” Scarlet said opening the gate to a mare that wasn’t as tall as Buddy but had a very similar look.
Mr. Whirly smiled. “Can we take them for a short ride?”
Scarlet chuckled. He’d been wanting to buy Buddy since the day he saw the foal, she supposed a short ride would be fine for helping her out in case Fritz started asking questions.
Mr. Whirly was an accomplished horseman himself so bareback was fine with him. Scarlet climbed up onto the mare and the two rode towards the corral where some of the other horses were. Buddy was on good behavior but it was obvious to Scarlet she’d made the right decision keeping him for Fritz.
Once at the corrals Scarlet told Mr. Whirly about the other horses, they switched horses and Mr. Whirly put the mare through her paces before they headed back to the barn.
“You set a high price but I think well worth it.” He said as they rode.
“She’ll be pleased.” Scarlet replied.
-
With everybody pitching in to help Rose found herself ahead of schedule by dinner time. Around the dinner table there was a lot of different conversations going on. The women talked about the wedding, what they were going to wear and how they were going to wear their hair, and how pretty things looked. The men talked about horses, cattle and guns.
‘Becca listened and joined in on some of the conversation, but her mind was on something else. It seemed to her the closer the wedding got the more nervous she became. On one hand she knew she loved John and looked forward to being with him, on the other the thought of possibly losing her independence and everything she had that gave it to her scared the hell out of her. She'd talked about it with John when they were discussing their relationship. She'd talked about it with Scarlet many times, she'd always felt better afterwards. Why was she so wishy washy?
When Ella got up to start clearing the table ‘Becca followed her into the kitchen. Setting down the dishes she brought in she looked at Ella. “How come you’re not with Allen? You don’t have to tell me, I know it’s personal.”
-
Johnny lit a cigar and pulled a brown jug from under the table. "So, Fritz...being a soldier and all, what would you like to see in a rifle?"
The jug came his way. He took a long pull. It burned going down, but wasn't bad. Johnny's home brew no doubt.
"I carried a Smith during the war. It was a fine little carbine. Most of the rest of the Second carried the Sharps. It hit harder." The humidor sat open on the table. Fritz took a short cigar.
"Near the end of the war, I got my hands on s Spencer carbine. A very nice repeater, that exchanged parts with the Sharps. My Captain put his hands on a Henry. I liked the more powerful Spencer cartridge. It didn't make sense to me to take a repeater, and replace it with a single shot weapon."
Johnny blew smoke rings. "Probably some bean counter back east thought he'd save the Army some money. Damned fools."
"Anyway," Fritz continued, "I'd like to see a repeater like the '73, firing the government cartridge."
"Probably too much for the frame to handle," Bo said.
-
Ella sighed, "I ought to talk about it, instead of keeping everything bottled up inside. Alan's last letter said that the money was stretching farther than he had expected it would, and he can spend another year learning, instead of coming home already. He's in Vienna, which is probably the best place in the world to study medicine. He's wanted to go study there his whole life. He intended to go right out of medical school, except the War started, and he needed to serve there. He spent more than he saved during the War, mostly by buying medical supplies that the Army couldn't or wouldn't supply, so he couldn't afford to go right after the War. Then he married me, and we worked together to save up the money for him to go. I thought I was going to go with him, because the inheritance from my grandmother would have paid my way, but he intends that money to buy us a house of our own after he gets back."
Ella started washing the glassware, and Becca started drying.
"In Boston, we lived with Alan's partner, who is a widower, so I kept house for the two of them. With Alan gone, it wouldn't be proper for me to stay there, so Alan planned that I would stay with my aunt and uncle. I love Aunt Margaret dearly, but Uncle Marvin has very strict ideas of proper behavior for women, and I feel stifled if I stay with them more than a week. I actually stuck it out for two weeks before I decided to ride Ruth to California to stay with my parents. It was fun at first, just riding generally West until I reached someplace that needed my skills where I could earn supplies for the next leg. I got as far as Tucson before I signed on as a deputy Marshal along with Patches, Scarlet and Doctor Bill. When we came here for New Year's, I was not planning to go back to Tucson. I figured I would either find work in El Paso or spend money saved up from the deputying to buy a railroad ticket the rest of the way to California."
-
Becca listened intently to what Ella said. She spoke differently of Alan than Scarlet had of Travis, but not so different than what she’d heard other women say of their husbands.
“Scarlet’s went a lot of places with Travis. She told me once he said he didn’t marry her just to leave her behind, course he never went to Europe either. She seemed very bitter for along time he left her behind that last time. One of the girls works for me, she had an inheritance from her folks passin’. She married, from what she says a few months down the road he kicked her out, everything that was hers belongs to him and she’s werkin’ for me.”
Becca put the glasses in the cupboard as she dried them.
“A house is a good thing to be saving for but did you and Alan discuss what you would have liked? I mean even as far as stayin’ with your Aunt and Uncle instead of sending you to live with your parents?”
-
"I wasn't very good about speaking up for myself. He had been talking about his plans for this trip ever since we got married, and I never objected because I assumed I was going, too. He had it in his head that staying with my Aunt and Uncle was the best thing for me, since California was too far for me to travel by myself, and an expensive trip when we had been saving everything we could for his expenses. He never understood how smothered I had felt there, ever since the War. Even if I hadn't been madly in love with him, I would have married him to escape!"
Ella giggled, "I think I shocked him by running away from my aunt and uncle. Aunt Margaret understood why I was leaving, and just said I was getting more and more like Grammy. Uncle Marvin was probably relieved once he got over his shock, because I had been getting sassy."
She sobered again, "I hope he understands when he gets back that I don't think I can fit into the narrow role of city doctor's wife anymore. It's easier to express myself in letters, so I've written more about my feelings that I've ever said out loud. But I expect we're in for an interesting period after he gets back."
-
“I’m sure he was shocked to learn you had left your Aunt’s. If he thought it was to far for you to travel if you’d have gone by train..just to up and ride yer horse! And just think of all of the stuff that’s happened in your life since you started your journey.” Becca chuckled.
“Well El Paso’s a grownin’ city and we could use a good doctor. Lord knows the one we got there now isn’t all that great, been there forever, maybe he’ll be retiring by the time Alan comes back.” She smiled. “I bet the men here on the Starr were happy to have you here. Dr. don’t come out here no more. Scarlet tol’ ‘em she’d kill him, and I really don’t think it bothers Rose. They have enough knowledge between the folks around here to tend to the stock and one another unless it’s real serious.”
Becca stopped and looked at Ella with half a grin. “You told Alan about bein’ a deputy Marshal and riddin’ with the posse and such?”
-
"I've told him. I even sent him a rubbing of my deputy marshal badge. He is interested in meeting the rest of the posse, especially Doctor Bill," replied Ella. "I'm not sure he believes some of the stories I've written him. Once, he responded to a long letter by saying that I was turning into a fine novelist. Some of the comment might have been due to the fact that the letter was about 50 pages long."
"Back in January, I suggested that we might settle out here when he gets back. I think he took the suggestion seriously, because he said he's going to spend that extra year studying animal medicine, and not just horses. A city doctor doesn't get much call to work on anything except people and maybe horses."
Ella stopped and looked at Becca, "I don't think this is being a typical 'advice for the bride' chat, but I think you already know plenty on how to keep a man happy. For a marriage to work, both people have to be willing to negotiate and make compromises. I made the mistake of not speaking up before Alan had his plans all set. I think he would have been willing to wait another year for us to raise the money for me to go with him, if I had just said something before he bought his steamship ticket. By everything I've seen, Tensleep is willing to listen, and think about multiple sides to an issue. He does think before he speaks. When you have an argument with him, remember that you love each other, and only talk about the problem without bringing up random other complaints. Don't hold onto anger past sundown, but tell him when you are mad at him and talk it out before either of you go to bed."
-
Neither one of the women had noticed Rose had started to come into the kitchen and just backed out figuring the girls were having a good talk and didn’t want to disturb them.
The smile grew on Rebecca’s face. “Tensleep is a very good listener, especially in a….somewhat heated debate, and I don’t believe he’s the type to hold in anger with me. I will take your advice and try to do the same.” Becca looked out the window into some far off place only she could see, her eyes a bit sad. “My mother was a very quiet woman, my father always had the last word and a woman was not to voice her opinions in many matters. I guess it was how they were brought up. Both of them were very good people though.” She said softly before her smile crept back “Imagine my surprise when I met Rose, and Scarlet’s even worse.” She laughed. “Course some of the women of the tribe are pretty fierce.”
Both she and Ella laughed. Before they knew it all the dishes were washed and put away.
Becca turned and leaned against the sink. “I guess one of my biggest problems is the fear of losing another family Ella, I’ve already lost two. Rose says love is worth the risk though and I really do love him.”
-
"I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all," quoted Ella. "Love can be a great source of sorrow, but life without love would be shallow and meaningless."
-
Rose came into Johnny’s office, where the men had moved to; going to the window she opened it letting the cigar smoke drift out. She smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek. “Don’t stay up all night.” She said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. It was her subtle way of telling him it was getting late and she was off to bed.
Johnny glanced at the clock that stood against the wall; they had gotten so involved in the conversation and good time nobody noticed how late it was getting. It was a good thing the wedding was in the evening and not in the morning.
Mr. Whirly was the first to rise. “If you’ll excuse me gents, my wife is probably waiting on me.” He said with a smile then departed.
-
The boys drifted off one by one, until only he and Johnny remained. Fritz probably would've gotten up, but he wasn't sure his legs would work properly. For the moment, he enjoyed the company of his future father in law, and the glow of good cigars and sippin' whiskey.
"Fritz, do you remember your latin?"
"Only what I was taught in church."
Johnny looked at him closely. "En vino veritas."
"Ah yes," Fritz replied. "In wine there is truth."
"So, what do you intend for my daughter?"
"I intend happiness...a home...family maybe..."
"You know she can't have children, right?"
"Yes...but the Lord works in mysterious ways."
"But you ARE a soldier...I've lived that life."
"What, exactly do you want to know Johnny?"
Johnny stood beside him. "I know the life you lead...you don't expect this assignment to last forever, do you?"
"No...I don't. That's why I intend to retire."
"Why are you retiring?"
"Because it's time," Fritz said. He was a bit irritated.
"Is THAT the reason?"
"No...for the first time in my life, I care about someone more than the Army. More than my life. More than ANYTHING! Is that what you want to hear?"
Johnny put his hand on Fritz's shoulder.
"As a matter of fact...yes it is."
-
Johnny took a long draw on the cigar and blew out the smoke. “But above all else, the truth is what I want to hear Fritz. It may not always make ya a popular man but at least you will be respected.”
He looked at Fritz for a moment; it was hard to believe they’d know one another just under a year.
“You know I was flabbergasted when Scarlet told me you had asked for her hand. I had bet once you left, that would be the last we’d see of you. Maybe because you are a soldier, maybe because Scarlet’s not an easy woman to live with, can be damn opinionated and will tell you, and hot headed, been like that since she was a child, maybe because I’d really hoped you wouldn’t come back.
Fritz looked surprised at him although the comment didn’t shock him at all. “And now?” He asked.
A slow grin spread on Johnny’s lips. “And now I’m glad you came back Fritz. We aren’t an easy group to get along with, but you’ve earned the respect of the men that live here, most of all mine, some of us even have come to like you.” He teased then grew somber “I believe you will do right by Scarlet, because you’ve seen a lot of bad in the short time you’ve been with her and here you still are. I know you've been good to her and good for her. I’m proud to have you as part of my family.”
-
Fritz had always wanted to belong. He was an outsider and he knew it. It was part of the reason he'd joined the Army in the first place...to belong to something greater than himself. To be part of this family made him very happy indeed.
Fritz slowly got to his feet. "So, what should I call you now?"
-
"Find yer sea legs, so to speak?" He replied watching Fritz stand. "There's a quilt on the corner chair case you can't manuver the stairs." Johnny pointed to the chair that stood in the corner. "Couch is pretty comfortable." He chuckled "Always been partial to Johnny. Stuborn ol' Goat is not option for you to call me, although at times it fits."
He considered the question, nobody had ever asked him that before they just called him what they'd always called him. "What would you be comfortable with?" He asked.
-
After the dishes were done, Ella invited, "Becca, why don't you come with me for the evening check on my patients? I'm sure they would all be delighted if you felt like singing a lullaby to them."
-
“Ok” Rebecca replied with a smile as she followed Ella to the infirmary.
Rebecca helped Ella while she sang.
“Miss Ella you got the best hospital I ever been in. We got a doc with a gentle touch, good food AND entertainment. Makes a man wish he could stay longer.” One of them said.
The men tried to come up with a song ‘Becca didn’t know, just for the fun of it, but she seemed to know them all and be able to sing them all with equal enthusiasm.
-
"Johnny it is then!" The men shook hands. "Now if you'll excuse me sir, I have to get back to my wife."
"She's not your wife yet, son," Johnny replied. "As I recall, you're not supposed to see you future bride 'til the wedding day. And THAT'S tomorrow."
"Oh," Fritz said. "Then I guess the couch will have to do."
-
He maintained the semblance of balance until he got up to his room. As he bent over to take his boots off, he almost toppled. Truth be told, Johnny couldn't remember the last time he'd drank quite so much.
He tiptoed in and closed the bedroom door. As he sat on his bed, he let out a brief chuckle.
"I was wondering when you'd come up," Rose said. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, downstairs with Fritz" was his reply.
"You like him, don't you?" Rose noticed his expression as he laid down. "What's so funny?"
Johnny laughed. "I told him he couldn't see his bride until the wedding day," he said, as he closed his eyes.
"Johnathan Longknife, you march right back downstairs and..."
It was no use. Johnny was already snoring.
"Ah..." Rose feigned disgust. "If you want to do a job right, do it yourself." She slipped on her dressing gown and headed downstairs.
She saw Fritz asleep on the couch. He wore a sweet smile on his face, so different from his usual countenence. Rose placed the blanket over him, and kissed his cheek.
"Good night son," she whispered.
-
Scarlet packed a few things in her saddlebags for the day after the wedding. When she’d asked Fritz what she should take he had replied “Not much Milady.” With a grin that brought a slight color to her cheeks.
Since they were going somewhere, which she’d only asked once and was answered only with a smile she’d asked Bo see if he could fix a pommel holster to go on the sidesaddle. He teased her about not wearing her gun belt over her wedding dress before he told her there was something around that went with the saddle pretty well thanks to Rose. Scarlet shook her head as she set it with the saddlebags. Most women didn’t carry a gun, she rarely went anyplace without it.
She feel asleep pleasantly thinking about what tomorrow would bring.
-
Scarlet awoke with the same smile she’d fell asleep with, her head on Fritz’s pillow. The fact he’d not come back to their room last night worried her just a bit. She had made Johnny swear on his favorite gun there would be no snipe hunts, no getting Fritz drunk, taking him out in the middle of nowhere and leaving him to find his way back by trying to track Johnny, or anybody else. Johnny was not a prankster generally, that was left up to Bo, but every once in awhile when the opportunity struck he just couldn’t help himself.
The kitchen was buzzing with activity by the time Scarlet made her way down there. Rose was instructing the other women on what needed to be done for the day. She looked up and smiled at Scarlet for a moment, which told Scarlet everything was ok, then went back to telling everybody what needed to be done.
Scarlet made herself a plate and went out on the porch followed closely by Becca. The girls sat down and took a deep breath.
“Have ya ever seen so many folks crammed in a kitchen before? Ella was the only one Rose wasn’t telling what to do and how to do it and where to place it.” Becca said sipping her coffee.
Scarlet smiled. “Yeah, mom is good at taking control of any given situation, ‘specially in her own house, sorta like you. Mom knows she doesn’t need to tell Ella what needs to be done and she knows Ella has her own stuff to do. Some of them girls thought you were tough…they’re gonna appreciate you after this.” Scarlet laughed.
“Maybe I need to run a tighter ship.” Becca giggled. “I just can’t believe alla the fuss.”
“You’ve not been to many weddings have you? Rose likes to put on parties that are talked about for months…and now she’s got a double wedding, although the guest list is not huge I can guarantee it will be talked about.”
“If not the wedding and the party the wedding party itself will be somethin’.” Becca paused, sipped her coffee then grinned. “I thought I’d seen everything, cuz ya know I’ve seen a lot, but here we got a Yankee soldier marryin’ the daughter of Johnny Longknife, right on his own doorstep. Something I would have never bet money on…..Oh and wait if that’s not enough we got Grey Eagle standin’ up there too…was surprised to hear that.” Becca was enjoying teasing a bit.
“But the biggest shock of all is Break Heart Becca’s gonna be standin’ there too. One man til death do you part.” Scarlet grinned wickedly. “Never thought I’d see that.”
Becca tried to think of some witty remark but she just shook her head and laughed then said “Guess I might have been listenin’ when someone said there is someone out there for everyone and he’ll come along when you least expect it.”
“Mom’s purty smart huh?” replied Scarlet.
The girls finished breakfast then headed for the barn. They both had their own list of things to do before the wedding.
-
Fritz had awoke before the dawn. The little man with the sledgehammer on his head was working overtime. He rose and headed for the kitchen. Fritz added some wood to the fire, and put a pot of coffee on. Once he'd gotten a cup, he carried it out to the bathhouse. No one was moving yet, so he got the fires up, and boiled some water for the tubs. He knew he wouldn't be wearing his working clothes for awhile, so he dropped everything but his hat and boots into the hamper. He fished a cigar from his vest pocket before it disappeared inside. he settled into the bath with a good cigar and his tin cup. All was right with the world. He missed Scarlet, but he knew it wouldn't be long...
-
Scarlet and Becca had made their way out to the barn to tie the ribbons in their horses manes. Becca had green ribbons and white ribbon roses she fixed in Clouds mane and tail while Scarlet did something similar to Lucky with yellow ribbons and red roses. Once the horses were ready they would go get ready themselves.
Becca peered over Cloud’s back. “Do you know what yer gettin’ marryin’ a solder?” she asked.
“I’ve peeked under the wrapping once or twice.” Scarlet said with a smirk.
“Fibber.” Becca laughed “more ‘n once or twice I think. But you know that’s not what I meant. Scarlet, Fritz has been on the edge of resigning, he could ride sign on with the posse full time and you wouldn’t have to worry about the army reassigning him. All you’d have to do is ask, I bet he would.”
“I have a fair idea what it means Becca. Mom held my hand as we watched dad ride off a number of times, we prayed he’d come home safe. He never moved us like a lot of families did. Ya never knew when he was coming or going. There are times he still goes even though he’s officially retired. It’s who he is Becca, what he does, just like Fritz.” Scarlet said as a matter of factly.
“At least he would have a choice like Johnny does.”
Scarlet tied one of the roses in Lucky’s mane and looked over at Becca. “Travis was a soldier, before the war. It was who he was too…heda’ve gone back to hadn’t been for their mother.”
Becca couldn’t place the look on Scarlet’s face, somewhere between disapproval and dislike.
“Being the oldest it was his job to take care of that ranch when his daddy died, and even though Bo was more than willing she wouldn’t let Travis forget that, was her way of keeping him home and alive I guess. He came to despise her for it you know, I don’t know if he ever even realized it, but some of the comments he’d make. I think she was disappointed that I liked to go places with him instead of keep him at home. The things she would say when he wasn’t around.” Scarlet shook her head then gave Becca a stern look “I swear Becca I’ll never do to someone I love the way she done him. He’s not asked me to change and I won’t ask him regardless of how nice I think it would be not to have to worry ‘bout when they will want him to go do something away from home.”
Becca raised her eyebrows “Somethin’ tells me you don’t care much for Bo’s ma.”
“Nothin those boys did ever pleased her for long, smiles to yer face and would stab you in the back to get her way if it suited ‘er.” Scarlet mumbled.
“Bo know how much you love his mama?” Becca half teased.
Scarlet pressed her lips together and snorted. “He knows, she liked me better than she liked that quote Cajun trash he married.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah she’s a story for another day…cuz I REALLY don’t want ta be thinkin’ ‘bout her today.” Scarlet chuckled. “There he’s all ready.” Scarlet said standing back admiring the ribbons and roses she’d tied in Lucky’s wavy mane.
“Guess it’s our turn to go get beautiful.” Becca said patting her horse’s neck.
-
He must've dozed off. The tin cup was empty, the cigar a mere stub in the ashtray. The water was still plenty hot, and the little man with the sledgehammer had gone home for the day. Fritz felt very relaxed and comfortable.
But wait...did he hear footsteps outside?
-
Fritz lept from the tub as the door handle turned. The towel rack was a mile away. He grabbed the only thing that was close...his hat.
The women were still talking as they entered the bathhouse. Scarlet's head was turned slightly away. Becca was looking dead ahead.
"Why I DO declare," she said, and smiled.
"What are you lookin...FRITZ?"
Fritz stood stock still, his slouch protecting his modesty. "Good morning Darlin...sleep well?"
Scarlet blushed. Becca was still smiling.
"Ah...would you mind handling me a towel there?"
Becca sashayed to the rack. "Why sure Sugar...you just stay right there."
She'd seen men naked before, but this time, it was different. This was Scarlet's man.
She grabbed a washcloth and turned, dangling it between her fingers. As Fritz reached for it, Becca let it fall to the floor.
"OOPS...clumsy old me."
"Okay," Fritz thought. "So THAT'S the way we're gonna play it."
Scarlet let out a little giggle.
Fritz put his slouch on his head. He touched his fingertips to the brim and said, "good morning ladies." As casually as he could, Fritz headed for the door.
After a pregnant pause, Becca said, "Maybe I shoulda found me a soldier..."
Fritz
-
Scarlet eyed Becca who giggled again. Becca just loved to tease Scarlet when she could get in a good one.
“Darlin’ unless you plan to give all the ladies in the wedding party a good look I suggest you take this.” Scarlet said holding out a towel.
Becca was chewing her bottom lip trying to hold in the giggles. “Unless you’d like him to prance around fer ya one more time.” Scarlet said looking at Becca as she shook her head back and forth.
Becca cocked her head to one side and furrowed her brow as if she were giving it some thought. “MMM MMM, maybe once er twice.” She said before Scarlet slapped her on the arm.
Becca looked at Scarlet. She knew the look. Somewhere between tolerant and turn about is fair play.
“You wouldn’t.” Becca chuckled.
“Cuz I got someone I enjoy lookin’ at and I’m not judgin’ him against anybody else.” Scarlet flashed a wicked smirk.
“HEY.” Becca snorted then called after Fritz. “Was a pleasure seein’ you this mornin’ Darlin’.”
“You are so bad.” Scarlet said under her breath.
“You know you like me.” Becca smiled.
-
He took the offered towel, and kissed his bride on the cheek. As he passed Becca, he spun the towel and cracked her smartly on the behind.
"Ye-Ouch!" she cried. "Ye hurt me pride!"
Fritz smiled.
"You're right Scarlet...turn about IS fair play!"
He wrapped the towel around him and closed the door
-
Rose stood back and admired the artwork on the cakes. The cake she made for Scarlet and Fritz appeared to have delicate white lace and ribbons with the tiniest red edge draped around the sides, the bottom had a heavy ruffle with a tiny red edge. One had to look close to realize the lace, ribbons and ruffle were made of frosting. She had gathered tiny red roses from the garden and placed them around the sides of the cake so it appeared that the lace disappeared beneath them. Rose then took larger roses and rosebuds and placed them in a cluster on the top with a tiny strand of imitation pearls weaved through the flowers.
The cake she made for Rebecca and Tensleep had what Rose called a basket weave design on the top that ended around the sides in a scallop pattern. She placed a wide ribbon on the edge of the scallop; tiny fresh green roses appeared to be intertwined in the frosting lace work. At the top of each scallop she adorned the cake with hearts made of sugar. The center was decorated with a cluster of green roses, and the variegated pink and white rose ‘Becca admired.
The main cakes were decorated with a combination of the flowers and lacework of both cakes, the flowers cascaded down the tiers with ivy, pearls and silk ribbon. When she put the entire thing together Rose planned on tiering the cakes using her crystal glassware and placing roses inside the upside down goblets. The effect of the candlelight dancing off of the crystal would be spectacular. She sprinkled the cakes with a light dusting of sugar that would make it sparkle like diamonds in the candle light.
Rose, with the help of some of the others, took the cakes down stairs where they would be cool and out of the way until it came time to put them all together. She headed for the bathhouse to wash all the sugar off and start to get herself ready.
-
Ella had been fascinated watching Rose's work on the cakes. She knew the basic techniques of cake decorating, and could produce an attractive cake, but Rose did magic with royal icing and produced works of art! After the cakes were safely downstairs, she fetched things from her room and followed Rose to the bath house.
-
Rose and Ella were the last ones in the bathhouse for the day, everyone else had been in earlier while she and Ella had done the cakes, even Johnny under protest. Rose enjoyed showing Ella what she was doing and how it was done.
Rose laughed at her reflection in the small mirror, sugar on her cheek and flower petals in her hair.
“You know I am nervous too.” She said sinking into the warm bath. “When I first started to make cakes I would put them in the ice house the night before. Once it got to warm and all the icing started to slide off.” She chuckled.
-
Johnny grumbled as he gathered his clothes. Rose had informed him the girls would be using their room to get dressed for the wedding AND he’d better wear that tie she’d laid out for him. He decided he would use the room over the foaling stalls when it was time to put on his good clothes.
As he walked out to put his clothes in the room Johnny spotted Grey Eagle riding in. The fact that Black Wolf had also come didn’t go unnoticed, although the man had chosen a place where he could watch from a distance. Johnny understood Black Wolf would not come much closer. While he trusted Johnny to give him safe passage while on the Southern Starr there were just too many strangers for him to show his face. Rebecca and Scarlet would both know he was there and that was what was important to him.
-
Combined effort of Fritz & Scarlet
Grey Eagle's outift was beautiful and dramatic. Apparently, he took his duties as best man very seriously. The beadwork alone would've cost a fortune. Grey Eagle carried a long parcel, wrapped in finely tanned hide.
Johnny said "Hello Grey Eagle. What'ya got there?"
"A present for Yellow Sleeve..." He fought with the word. "FRR-ITTZZ."
Johnny smiled. Grey Eagle had about the best grasp of English of any Indian he knew but there were a few words that gave him trouble.
Johnny looked at the horse he lead. “Good lookin mare ya got there.”
“Gift for my sister.” Johnny knew he meant Scarlet. “It is your tradition. Wedding gifts?” Grey Eagle asked.
“Yes. You have studied many of our traditions well.” Johnny said.
Grey Eagle could tell by Johnny’s look he was most curious about the package but he said nothing.
“You can put your horse in the barn here if you like.” Johnny said continuing towards the foaling barn.
Grey Eagle turned his horse to follow noticing Johnny looking at the tanned hide again. When they reached the barn he slid off of his horse and put the two animals in stalls.
“When is good time to give gifts?” Grey Eagle asked.
“Traditionally after the wedding vows. But if you would like to give it to him when you see him that would be just fine too….as long as I can see too.” Johnny chuckled.
-
Ella enjoyed the warm bath and the first minutes of pure relaxation she had gotten all day.
The patients were all doing well. One of the ranch hands had loaned Sean a good shirt and vest to wear for the wedding. Sean might be a soldier in a blue coat, but he was young enough to have missed all of the War. He was honestly curious about the Southern point of view, and a good listener.
"I put all the happy marriage charms I could think of into Becca's outfit for the wedding. I'm afraid she might need a little extra help. If the marriage only involved Becca and Tensleep, there would be no concern. They are right for each other. But I suspect that too many biddies in town are going to look for trouble between the two of them to gossip about, and at least of few of them will be happy to invent scandal," signed Ella. "Becca singing to the patients last night was a mitzvah, a service. Jewish tradition expects brides-to-be to perform extra deeds of charity before the wedding."
-
Rose washed her hair as she talked to Ella.
“I know that was one of Rebecca’s concerns also. Some of those what they refer to themselves as high society women are the worst ones.” Rose rolled her eyes. “Becca is a strong woman and she has been upfront with Tensleep. As long as they trust one another their marriage will be strong. I can see it when they are together. I hope Tensleep can continue to ignore the men who also boast about being with ‘Becca, although many of her…..gentlemen friends are discreate.”
Rose rinsed the shampoo from her hair. “Becca truly has a good heart and deserves happiness.” She replied.
-
"I expect that most of the men who might boast or try to taunt Tensleep will be ones that Becca declined," replied Ella, toweling her hair. "I haven't tried to get to know the women who consider themselves the high society in town. I probably should, to prepare for Alan starting a practice here. Attending the popular church is not an option. Maybe I could hang out a shingle as a midwife."
-
Rose patted her hair with a towel, the self pleased look that Ella was used to seeing on Scarlet’s face at times appeared on Rose’s. “You introduce yourself this evening, talk to the folks that will be here, all of ‘em the more down to earth, friendly type, but some of them are very high in the social circle.” Rose stood up straight and began to scrunch her hair in her hands, trying to give it some body and dry it. “I haven’t lost all my connections ya know.” Rose smiled “Mrs. Whirly is the sweetest woman, she has asked questions about you, seen how you treat the folks you care for, how they respond. She walks in some very high circles Ella. While she’s not as close to us as most of your patients will be, you can bet your bloomers word is gonna SPREAD about you, a female healer. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you get a few women knocking on your door that need some sort of medical attention from a fair piece away. Even if it’s ointment to get rid of scars and stretch marks. Healer for the marshal and good enough to treat the men and WOMEN here. Doc in townz not allowed out here, not for years and there’s not a person in El Paso don’t know it. Those women are so curious about you it’s nearly killin’ them.” Rose giggled. “If you let the word out you’re willing to see patients, be a midwife, something like that I’m sure it will be a wonderful foundation for a practice for Alan..and you.”
-
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The day seemed to go by fast with everyone busying themselves with all the last minute details. The girls soon found themselves gathered in Rose’s room dressing for the wedding.
Becca sat at the dressing table in her dark green corset and pantaloons, frustrated trying to get her hair just so.
Scarlet came up behind her carrying a package.
“I’ve never been so nervous I had trouble with my hair.” Becca huffed looking at Scarlet’s reflection in the mirror.
Scarlet held the bag out. “Well this should make you smile.” She said with a grin.
“Oh I’m smiling, just nervous.” Becca said turning to face Scarlet.
Becca took the bag that Scarlet held out to her. Her face lit up as she peeked inside.
“These are devine.” She exclaimed pulling out the high heeled green lace boots that perfectly matched the corset she wore and the green accents in her wedding dress.
Becca laced them on then stood up. “Well?” she said sashaying around the room.
“They are you, and they look perfect.” Scarlet replied.
Becca stuck her foot out, looked down and admired them. “I never had a green pair before.”
“I’m surprised, thought you would have.”
“Tis easier to borrow yer black ones when ya ain’t lookin’” Becca chuckled.
“I thought they were wearing out for not being worn very often.” Scarlet said with a soft laugh and shake of her head.
“Rose and I got somethin’ for you too.” Becca said, her eyes dancing as she looked at Rose.
Rose smiled, went to the closet and pulled out a corset, crossing the room sne held it against Scarlet.
Scarlet looked down at it with a grin. “Well now that explains a few things.”
“Why what ever could you mean?” Rose asked very innocently.
Scarlet held up the blue corset and admired it, the gold piping around the edges set it off beautifully. “Fritz asked me if I knew what had happened to parts of his uniform awhile back, some of it came up missing. I think he was suspicious when I told him I didn’t know, although he didn’t say anything. Y’all gonna get me in trouble.” She said shaking her finger at them while she tried to suppress a grin.
“It was worn out anyway. Needed replacement and we just made use of the good parts of it and an old corset, nothing goes to waste you know.” Rose smiled.
“And yer gonna have to tell us how he likes seein’ it on you.” Becca said softly as she walked past her friend.
-
Ella brought out her gifts. "I used a couple scraps after Rose was done," she said, handing Scarlet a small package that opened to be a lace-edged handkerchief around a blue garter trimmed with lace. She handed a similar package to Becca, this one with a green satin garter. "I also have a couple brooches from my grandmother, if you want to borrow something old to wear."
-
“They are beautiful Ella, thank you.” Scarlet replied with a smile that told Ella she was touched. “I would be honored if you let me borrow your grandmother’s brooch.”
“They are gorgeous, Ella.” Becca said with a hug. “I also would be honored to wear your grandmother’s brooch.”
“Now it’s are turn.” Becca said with delight. It was obvious she loved to give gifts as much if not more than receive them.
Rebecca handed Ella a small satin pouch. A small silver fully opened rose with a green stone in the center slid out into Ella’s hand. It hung on a delicate silver chain.
Scarlet handed Patches a similar pouch. The necklace was the same with a red stone instead of the green.
The one Scarlet and Becca gave to Rose had two slightly opened rose buds intertwined. One with a green stone the other with a red one.
Rose hugged both girls and fought the first of many happy tears for the day.
-
Becca sat down in front of the mirror and resumed trying to accomplish something beautiful with her hair. Normally, even on big nights, she didn’t have any problems. Nobody else was having problems. Rose’s hair hung in cascading curls down her back and she was pinning flowers in Patches long hair, they both looked beautiful. Scarlet’s hair was in a very loose french braid that didn’t seem to take much of the length or fullness out of it. She had taken the yellow cord she almost always wore in it and weaved it into the braid along with tiny red roses. The effect was stunning, especially since Becca had never seen Scarlet do that kind of braid in her hair, it was usually lose or in some form of ponytail with the yellow cord wrapped around it. Ella had sat down in front of one of the mirrors with a pile of ribbons and assorted things she was working into her hair with no trouble at all, it was no doubt going to be radiant. Becca leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.
“Scarlet are you nervous at all?” She asked.
Scarlet looked at her and half smiled. “Does it show?”
“Hardly.” Becca snorted.
Scarlet held her hand out and looked down, it shook slightly. “Shouldn’t be, but yeah I am a bit.” She took the emerald barrette that was in Becca’s hand, pulled a little of her hair back from each side leaving it loose around her face and clipped the barrette in.
“You suppose the grooms get half as nervous as brides?” Becca asked the group.
-
He moved slowly, deliberately. He took his time. And yet...he still couldn’t get the sash tied right.
“Dammit!” Fritz yelled. As he readied to rip the sash from his waist, someone knocked at the door. “Come in!”
The door opened, and Bo stepped inside. He wore a dress uniform, far different from Fritz. The shell jacket was light gray, piped in yellow, with gold curls at the cuffs. The rank was that of a Confederate Captain. The trousers were sky blue, piped in yellow. Black boots shone brightly. An ornate saber hung at Bo’s left hip, while a holstered pistol sat butt-forward on the right. He carried a wide felt hat, pinned and plumed. Fritz saluted.
“Did you and Jeb Stuart shop at the same store?”
Bo laughed. “Some say he favored me.”
Fritz looked closer at the holstered pistol. “Is that a LeMat?”
“Sure is. You familiar with them?”
“Not all the variants, but you boys sure liked ‘em.”
“Nine shots is better than six.”
“Is it loaded?”
“Not much good if it ain’t. ‘Sides, I gotta keep you at this wedding somehow.”
Fritz looked to his saber belt. The converted Navy rode butt-forward. He stuffed as many of Bill’s hollow-point rounds into the cap pouch as would fit. “I don’t feel so bad now.”
“You need help with that sash?”
“Yes,” Fritz sighed. “I guess I’m a bit more nervous than the first time.”
Bo tied the knot at the left hip, and Fritz bucked the belt on. The plate shone brightly.
“Why do you think that is?”
“I want to make her happy...as happy as she’s made me.”
Bo looked him over. “Do you think there’s any doubt of that?”
“No...I guess not.”
“You guess correctly. I’ve never seen Scarlet so radiant.”
“You’ve SEEN her? How does she look?”
Bo smirked. “I’m not tel-ling!!!”
“Bastard," Fritz retorted. “Before I forget, there something for you on the desk.”
There was a really good bottle of bourbon, and a bundle of fine Cubans waiting for him. “I wanted to get you a good humidor, but nothing really struck me. Perhaps I’ll have one made for you.”
“By the time it gets here, you’ll have to replace these!”
Bo popped the cork, and swigged direct from the bottle. “If you’ll honor me sir,” he said, handing it over.
Fritz smiled. “To my brother...and friend.”
It was really good bourbon.
-
Rose looked at the closed door that Bo had gone out. The way he was dressed took her by surprise, although it didn’t seem to surprise Scarlet at all. She resumed buttoning Scarlet’s dress.
Scarlet had been fairing pretty well with her nerves until Bo had come in the door. She had been able to keep the nervous thoughts about hoping the life style that somewhat had been forced upon Fritz was one he liked. She wondered what else had slipped her mind she automatically did that she hadn’t told Fritz was about to become part of his life too.
“How many buttons are on this?” Scarlet asked as she fidgeted.
Rose chuckled softly
“Feels like a hundred.” Scarlet sighed.
“Only about fifty five AND I better not have to repair them.”
Becca laughed at the comment.
“Better not have to repair yours either.” Rose said shaking a finger at Becca.
“I detect some pleasure in your voice when you say that.” Scarlet replied.
Rose just chuckled again as she finished the last button.
“You weren’t surprised to see Bo in his uniform?”
It was Scarlet’s turn to smile. “We talked about it.”
“I don’t recall seeing him in it since his father’s funeral.” Rose said.
“I recall how his mother had a fit seeing them in their uniforms at their father’s funeral. I thought we were gonna have ta put her in the grave too the way she carried on ‘n all.”
“Oh yes, now that you say something. That would explain a few things.” Rose replied.
One of the girls from the Ace tapped lightly on the door then peeked in. “Just thought I’d let you know guests are arriving. Y’all near ready?”
“Near. Step in here let me see ya.” Becca said.
“I hope it’s appropriate.” Candy said stepping in with a smile. She twirled around; the long dress swept the floor as she did so. “It’s kinda nice to wear something like this. A few of the gentlemen didn’t even recognize us when we came in. Everybody looks so wonderful, anyhow I’ll get outta yer hair, just wanted to let you know folks are showin’ up.”
“Thank you.” Rose replied.
-
Johnny had finished tying his tie; he looked himself over in the mirror and decided he would meet Rose’s inspection, rather well too. He made his way back towards the house and was happy to see Grey Eagle talking and laughing with a few of the ranch hands that knew who he was.
“Shall we go see how the groom is doing?” Johnny said to Grey Eagle as he stepped up.
Grey Eagle shook his head and turned to follow Johnny. “I think you just want to see what is in the package.” Grey Eagle said.
Johnny grinned.
-
Ella had done enough with her hair, and it looked like Becca could use some help.
She went to stand behind Becca, "May I help?"
"Please do something with my hair! The more I try, the worse it looks!" replied Becca, handing Ella her brush.
Ella took up the hair brush and sang while she brushed and braided.
"Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away;
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always young and fair to me."
Rose joined in on the chorus:
"Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away."
and continued with Ella on the rest of the verses:
"When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright,
With the roses of the May;
I will kiss your lips and say-
Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown,
Yes, my darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
"Love can never more grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never, never, winter's frost and chill:
Summer warmth is in them still-
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still.
"Love is always young and fair,-
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown-
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown."
At the end of the song, she handed Becca a mirror, so that she could see her hair elegantly arranged in a crown decorated with roses and ribbons.
-
Johnny knocked at the door. Muted laughter and cigar smoke wafted from under the door.
"Boys, you wanna open up?"
Waiting no longer, Grey Eagle pulled open the door. He was treated to a most unusual sight. Before him stood a Union NCO and a Confederate Officer. Both were dressed in their finest, puffing away at good smokes. Bothwere armed; somewhat unusual for a wedding. They were both smiling.
"The war is long over, yes?"
"Ah...yes." Fritz put down his cigar. "It's been for a long, long time."
"Good. To see brothers armed is a bad thing." Grey Eagle frowned. "Is this not a happy day?"
"It sure is," Bo replied. "What have you there?"
"It is for my brother...Yellow Sleeve. Frritzz."
Johnny's eyes followed the parcel as he handed it over.
It was long, wrapped well in tanned doeskin. Fritz untied the latigo at one end, and reached inside. His hand touched polished wood. He slowly pulled. The engraved '66 cleared the leather, not quite as he'd left it. The stock and forearm had been tacked in a beautiful design. Fritz noticed the sinew wrapped at the wrist.
"They break there," Grey Eagle said.
Tied at barrel band was a single eagle feather.
"When a young man first sees war, he comes home a warrior. You and I saw war together. You are a warrior now."
Fritz was moved. "I don't know what to say. This is a good rifle. Are you sure?"
Grey Eagle smiled. "I have many fine rifles. This one is for you."
-
The sound of the band beginning to play softly drifted into the house. Rose followed the sound of the men’s voices. Coming to a stop in the doorway she peered inside, four men talking and laughing; men so different yet so much the same, people could surely learn something from the scene before her she thought.
“Should have known I would find you gathered around cigars, a bottle and a gun.” She smiled as she placed her hand on Johnny’s shoulder “Everyone looks very handsome. I sent one of the girls to fetch Tensleep, the guests are here, preacher is here, the girls are as ready as girls can ever get are you ready?” Rose smiled warmly at Fritz.
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Fritz set the '66 gently on the bed, and extinguished his cigar.
"How do I look Rose?"
She smiled. "You look..."
Johnny smirked. "Like a damned Yank.."
One look from his wife silenced that jibe.
"You look so handsome. Let's go downstairs."
-
“Would have looked better if we could have dressed ‘im like you.” Johnny whispered towards Bo only to be swatted by Rose.
Johnny laughed.
Rose rolled her eyes “He must like you Fritz or he wouldn’t be carryin’ on so. I just hope you can survive bein' related to him.”
She placed her hand on Fritz's offered arm and placed a small button in his hand. "Scarlet's dress has fifty five of these. I expect there to be fifty five of them on there tomorrow too." The light danced in her eyes as she said it.
-
The idea of tearing off so beautiful a creation had not crossed his mind. He hadn't even seen her dress yet, but was sure it was wonderful. But he placed the button in his pocket, just in case.
He walked with Rose, his thoughts a whirlwind in his head. But of one thing he was sure. His love for Scarlet would last forever.
He couldn't wait to see her.
-
Rose walked with Fritz proudly introducing him to guests he didn’t know. There were a wide array of people attending from farmers and merchants to a few that Fritz recognized held high offices and all sorts in between.
Candy smiled as Rose started to introduce her to Fritz.
“We have met Miss Rose. Perhaps I will get to dance with the groom later.” She said with a smile, then looked over the crowd. “There are some folks from town I would have expected would be here.”
Rose smiled coyly “Just because folks might have a high standing in the community doesn’t mean they make it on my guest list. While it’s true there are a lot of folks here, they are close friends of the brides or grooms and the family. There are times when you do things with folks to put on good appearances; this is not one of them.”
“Now I know how Scarlet learned to dance to the beat of her own drum Miss Rose.”
Rose smiled at the complement.
“Scarlet is a lucky woman. I wish you both much happiness.” Candy said then politely excused herself so Rose could finish introductions.
-
"Fritz," Rose said, "I'd meant to ask before, but do you have family coming?"
He smiled. "My family and I were never that close. I chose a different path from them. My friends are my family...you are family to me...Mom."
-
Fritz could tell by her smile Rose was touched. “I’ve heard “friends are the family we choose with our heart” It makes me very happy for us to be part of one another’s family.”
-
Combined effort of Scarlet and Tensleep
Hank stopped at Tensleep’s cabin and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” came the reply.
Hank stepped in. “Thought I’d come check on the man who is stealing my favorite girl. If you’ve changed yer mind I just may stand up there in yer place.” Hank half teased.
Tensleep adjusted the sheet covering a shapeless pile on the bed. "I doubt that 'Becca would turn you down but I ain't plannin' on lettin' her go." Tensleep's grin was a sign he knew Hank was teasing.
"What ya got under that sheet John?" Hank was looking around Tensleep.
"Jist a surprise Hank, jist ah surprise."
"I doubt Becca's gonna like a dead body in the bed with y'all." Hank laughed. "'N if you needed a hidin' spot for it I'm sure some of the men could come up with somethin' better than yer bed."
"Reckon you could hide this for me til after the wedding?"
"You want ta hide a dead body you best talk ta Jimmy or Johnny." Hank eyed the heap under the sheet.
"Dammit Hank," Tensleep grinned as he pulled the sheet off. "It's Rebecca's wedding present. Now can ya hide it for me or not?"
Hank stepped closer and eyed the saddle. "That's a hell o' a saddle. You know that one she has is one from one of them outlaws she had a run in with. Real nice she's gonna like it and...lemme think where we could stash it." He said rubbing his chin. His first thought was the bunk house, but it wasn't out of the relm of possibility her going in there. The stalls were not a good idea. "Where does she stay away from 'round here?"
"That's the problem, she goes dern near ever'where, no place is safe Hank." Tensleep thought a moment. "It dang shore can't stay here, we gotta find a place."
The two stood there looking at one another and back to the saddle. They jumped when someone knocked on the door.
"You about ready Marshal?" It was Robin's voice.
Hank looked at Tensleep. "If all else fails ask an expert."
"Ya think she can keep quiet?"
Hank laughed out loud. "I guess that's a fair question when talkin' bout women. Just tell her when she can tell. Those ladies can keep secrets like ya wouldn't believe, and I believe if it's something she's part of it's even better."
"Come in Robin." Tensleep called laughing.
Robin opened the door and stepped just inside. "Rose sent me to fetch ya Marshal. Said all that was left was to round up the grooms and she went after Fritz."
"I think we need to have formal night at the Ace, the girls sure look good all dolled up." Hank said.
"I don't see you asking us to cover much too often." Robin retorted with a laugh. "You ready Marshal or shall I tell them you need some more time?"
"Uh.... no Robin, Hank and I... well I need some help from you and Hank while I go over to the house. Ya see, I need this saddle hid so Rebecca and Scarlet or ennybody else can't find it so it will be a surprise on our wedding day. Can you help Hank find a place?"
“Weddin’ day is here Darlin’, and that is just gorgeous!” Robin stepped up and ran her fingers softly along the carvings on the saddle. “You go on, I have the perfect spot.” She said with a flashing smile.
-
Father Patrick stepped up and extended his hand to Fritz. He had been surprised when Fritz and Scarlet had asked him to marry them. He had agreed to preside over Dr. Bill and Patches wedding some months back and had spent some time with Patches at the ranch during her recovery. During that time he’d also spent some time with Scarlet. He’d been pleasantly surprised to see some of the changes that had come over her since Fritz had come into her life.
Tensleep approached the group.
Father Patrick smiled “We may start anytime.” He said.
“I will go get the girls.” Rose said.
“We can take our places.” Father Patrick replied
Jimmy had the horses saddled, ready and waiting for the ladies. They would ride around the house and out to the rose garden. A place had been set up for the ladies to dismount and pick up their bouquets, they would walk the pathway between the roses and up to where the grooms awaited in front of the big fountain. There was just enough seating between the roses and the fountain for all of the guests. The courtyard opened up on the other side of the fountain where tables had been set around for the reception if folks wanted to be outside.
-
Fritz stood with Bo to his left, and Grey Eagle to his right. What a picture they made! A Confederate Officer and a Indian, surrounding the man that had been trained to hunt them down. Yet he had more in common with these two men than he did with most of the troopers at the fort.
Grey Eagle said, "Frritzz, are you ready for this joining day?"
He smiled. "Yes...yes I am."
"Well," Bo added, "I know where some saddled horses are waiting, in case you change your mind."
"You're not helping," Fritz replied. "Sides, I thought you were supposed to KEEP me here."
"Hey, you're marrying into this family. I know how my sister can be."
"Father, we're ready when you are." Now he looked for his love to arrive.
-
Ella helped Becca pin her headpiece on. It matched her dress with pearls, flowers and green ribbons in the cap, gathered white tulle hung down below her waist.
Rose helped Scarlet pin her hat in place then stood back and looked. Scarlet wore a touring hat that had been covered in white satin, accented with many red and white flowers then trimmed in red lace, the tulle train was white with the tiniest red roses on edges and hung down nearly to her knees.
Rose had never seen the girls look so elegant. “It’s time to get started.” She said trying to hold back the tears again. She just couldn’t seem to help herself.
Jimmy, with the help of a couple of the ranch hands had the horses waiting well out of view of the guests. They helped the ladies mount up, holding the horses while they arranged the skirts on their dresses just so.
Jimmy, followed by the ranch hands, cut through the house so they could see the ladies ride around and meet them in the rose garden.
Rose was the first to appear. Her rose colored skirt draped over gracefully over her stallions back and hung down over her legs as the horse, with his neck arched, doing what Ella called a Spanish walk, carried his rider towards the crowd.
Johnny smiled as soon as he saw her riding towards them. Rose still took his breath away.
Ella and Patches were next.
-
Ella was dressed in the green satin evening dress that had been the first project completed with her sewing machine. Ruth seemed to enjoy strutting down the path with flowers in her mane, hooves polished and ribbons braided into her tail.
Sometimes Ella had trouble remembering that she had been at the Starr for less than nine months. The Starr had immediately become Home in a way that the Haven had not been.
-
Patches was a little uncomfortable riding sidesaddle, although Thunder was being perfectly mannered for her. He, like Ruth, was enjoying being pretty. The red and white ribbons in his mane and tail were striking against his strawberry roan coat. He jogged next to Ruth with his neck slightly arched but his head high so he could watch the crowd.
Patches had picked a red satin and lace dress she had seen in Scarlet’s closet. It was striking with her red hair. She wondered if Bill could see her blush when she noticed the way he admired her.
-
Rebecca and Scarlet followed Ella and Patches.
The green and white flowers and ribbons in Cloud’s black and white mane floated beautifully as he bobbed his head up and down while he pranced towards the crowd.
Becca had arranged her dress so it hung on both sides of Cloud covering his back and blanketing him in white satin and lace, her green lace boots could be seen as she rode.
Scarlet rode at her side. Lucky’s neck arched, his ears nearly touched and his long tail was held straight back giving the effect of a waving flag as he did the most animated high stepping collected gallop he could do and still match Clouds slower pace. It always amazed Scarlet the kind of show horse he was, wanted everybody to look as long as they didn’t touch him.
Scarlet had arranged her dress so it hung over one side of Lucky nearly touching the ground. The edge of the dress rippled with the movement of the stallion. The picture was quite bewitching, the blonde woman in the white satin dress with the red accents against the midnight black horse.
Mr. Dawg trotted next to Lucky. The girls had even dressed him for the occasion weaving red and green ribbons together then tying in a proper bow at the side of his neck.
“I think I’ve died and gone ta Heaven.” Hank whispered to Tensleep, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Rebecca, as they watched the ladies approach.
The guests whispered as they watched.
-
Rose had dismounted and given the reins to one of men. Johnny smiled as he handed her two red roses. She smiled back, but was somewhat confused. The girls had bouquets waiting for them to carry, however Rose had not planned any flowers for herself except for the corsage she wore.
He kissed her cheek and whispered. “I still remember the meanings of the roses you told me.”
“Two roses, red in color, speak of two people who are deeply in love.” Rose whispered.
“Yes.” Johnny replied as he handed her an orange rose. “and the burning flame in the orange represent the fire of passion and desire.” Johnny grinned, Rose blushed.
-
Rose took Jimmy’s arm so he could escort her down the pathway. She looked back at Ella and Patches, Patches had suddenly gone stiff in the saddle her eyes darted as she strained to listen.
Patches had been listening to the sounds around her as was her habit. She could pick out different comments from the crowd, her smile broadened as she heard Bill say “just beautiful.” She didn’t mean to eavesdrop on Johnny and Rose’s conversation but it was romantic, she had turned her attention to the hoof beats of Lucky and Cloud. Lucky’s were quick and slightly heavier than normal. Cloud’s were softer, he was not stepping as high…but suddenly they had stopped and Lucky’s had gone into a different beat. Patches listened, wondering if Scarlet and Becca were just waiting for her and Ella to dismount but then she heard “I can’t.” It was Becca’s voice, Patches sat up stiff in her saddle. She just couldn’t believe her ears.
Scarlet was thinking how handsome Fritz was when she felt Lucky stop, he was matching the speed of the horse next to him. Scarlet looked over at Becca. Becca’s jaw was clinched, her eyes fixed on Cloud, she was stiff in the saddle and her knuckles were beginning to turn white.
Cloud had stopped and stood still, his ears rotated back his head bobbed slightly and he chewed his bit.
“What are we doing?” Scarlet whispered.
“I can’t.” Becca said between gritted teeth.
Cloud began to paw the air. Lucky kept prancing place. Mr. Dawg sat down and put his paw over his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.
“What?” Scarlet asked somewhat confused.
“Scarlet…..I can’t” Becca ground out as she shifted in the saddle appearing to become very agitated.
-
"Hermosa...muy hermosa, no?"
Fritz turned to Grey Eagle and smiled. "Si...muy hermosa. You're full of surprises".
He watched her ride. Beauty, power and glory all rolled into one. He looked at her hands. Hands that could equally handle horse, gun or knife. Hands that knew his body better than any woman before. Did they look dainty against the black stallion...or was it just a trick of the light?
Fritz heard the words..."I can't," as Lucky came to a halt.
The lightness in his heart suddenly felt like lead in his chest.
-
Patches's sudden stiffness caught Ella's attention. She looked behind her, and saw Cloud reacting to Becca.
"She's got the bride jitters a little late," she thought to herself as she turned Ruth around and went back to be beside Becca.
"Why can't you?" Ella asked Becca calmly, reaching her hand out to stroke Becca's shoulder soothingly.
-
Tensleep saw Becca stop but didn't hear her words... He stepped quickly to Cloud's side and reaching up lifted Becca from the sidesaddle.
"Now and forever and always I promise to love you and keep you. Nothing in either of our pasts matters. The future holds our destiny and I want the future to be for two." Tensleep had said the words loud enough for all to hear.
-
Becca looked from Ella to Scarlet then at her mount that had broken a fine sweat on his neck. “He won’t move.” She said frustrated.
Before she knew it Tensleep was at her side and lifting her down.
Becca looked into Tensleep’s eyes and kissed him ever so sweetly. His words had touched her heart as only he could and she knew he’d always be there for her.
“I couldn’t get him to move. I think I made him nervous.” She said softly.
Cloud let out a sigh and looked guilty at her. Becca stroked his nose “I forgive you Cloud but I think I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
She dropped a rein down to Mr. Dawg. “Take him to his stall if you would please.” She said.
Becca took a deep breath of her own then walked with Tensleep. She squeezed his hand gently and smiled as they parted so he could take his place with the others and she could take hers.
Ella and Scarlet rode together to where the men waited to help them dismount and take the horses.
Rose had started down the isle when she saw everything was alright. Patches had dismounted and started after Rose when Ella dismounted.
-
He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. As Tensleep escorted 'Becca down the aisle, Fritz let it out slow.
Bo asked, "You okay brother?"
He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer.
"Yep...I'm fine now."
Fritz walked towards the fountain, and the lady who was all that mattered.
-
Johnny proudly walked Scarlet down the isle. He shook Fritz’s hand then turned and kissed his daughter’s cheek before she took Fritz's arm.
There were times Scarlet would be silent when Johnny asked her questions and there were times she told him much more than he wanted to know. She had once told Johnny when she was with Fritz she felt like she was on top of the world. She had that look in her eyes and smile now.
-
There were people all around. Sights, sounds and smells. But all he had eyes for was her. Fritz held her hands in his. There was a light in Scarlets eyes, and her smile was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It gave him much pleasure to know that he was the reason she smiled.
They slowly turned and faced the preacher.
-
Father Patrick looked at the two couples that stood before him then to the friends and family that had gathered. Knowing what he did of the two couples he had given a lot of thought of how he would perform the ceremony.
He began "Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this man and this woman” he indicated Fritz and Scarlet. “And this man and this woman” indicating Tensleep and Rebecca “in Holy Matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of God, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his Church: which Holy estate Christ adorned and beautified with his presence and first miracle that he wrought in Canna of Galilee, and is commended of Saint Paul to be honourable among all men: and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, and in the fear of God. Into this Holy estate these persons present come now to be joined. If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."
Father Patrick paused and looked over the crowd. Then said as he turned to Fritz and Scarlet.
"Who giveth this Woman to be married to this Man?"
“Her mother and I.” Johnny replied.
Father Patrick then turned to Tensleep and Rebecca.
"Who giveth this Woman to be married to this Man?"
“I do.” Hank responded.
Father Patrick looked at the four that stood before him.
"I REQUIRE and charge you, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that if any persons are joined together other than as God's Word doth allow, their marriage is not lawful.
John Wilt thou have this Woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"
Tensleep smiled as he looked at Rebecca and replied “I will.”
"Rebecca Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"
Rebecca’s eyes sparkled as she said. “I will.”
He then repeated the words to Fritz and Scarlet.
Who both replied “I will.”
“Frederick, repeat after me.” Father Patrick continued.
“I Frederick, take you Angelina, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever. I will trust you and honor you I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, Through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep So help me God.”
Father Patrick turned to Scarlet. “Repeat after me.” He said.
Scarlet gazed into Fritz’s eyes as she repeated the words Father Patrick said.
“I, Angelina, take you Frederick, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow, and forever I will trust you and honor you I will laugh with you and cry with you. I will love you faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy. What may come I will always be there. As I have given you my hand to hold so I give you my life to keep so help me God.”
“Frederick, Scarlet both of you repeat after me.” Father Patrick continued.
“Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May the Lord do with me and more if anything but death parts you from me.”
Father Patrick then asked Tensleep and Rebecca to repeat the vows.
“The rings please.” Father Patrick requested. Bo and Hank placed them on the Bible Father Patrick held.
"BLESS, O Lord, this Ring, that those who give them and those who wear them may abide in thy peace, and continue in they favour, unto their life's end; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." Father Patrick said before handing a ring to Fritz and Tensleep. “Place the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand and repeat after me. “"WITH this Ring I thee wed: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Scarlet smiled as Fritz slipped the ring on her finger; nobody existed beyond him at this moment. She could feel their hearts dance to the same beat.
As Tensleep slid the ring on Rebecca’s finger all her nervousness seemed to slip away. She knew he was the one she’d been waiting for all of her life.
Father Patrick handed the rings to Scarlet and Rebecca.
“Place the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand and repeat after me. “"WITH this Ring I thee wed: In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Father Patrick then addressed the guests.
"Let us pray. "O ETERNAL God, Creator and Preserver of all mankind, Giver of all spiritual grace, the Author of everlasting life; Send thy blessing upon these thy servants, these Men and these Women, whom we bless in thy Name; that they, living faithfully together, may surely perform and keep the vow and covenant betwixt them made, whereof these Rings given and received are a token and pledge, and may ever remain in perfect love and peace together, and live according to thy laws; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen"
Father Patrick joined Fritz and Scarlet’s hands together, then stepping over to Tensleep and Rebecca he did the same before he spoke again.
"Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder." He looked across the faces of the guests as he continued.
"FORASMUCH as Fredrick and Angelina and John and Rebecca have consented together in holy wedlock, and have witnessed the same before God and this company, and thereto have given and pledged their troth, each to the other, and have declared the same by giving and receiving a Ring, and by joining hands; I pronounce that they are Man and Wife, In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."
Father Patrick nodded to Ella who stepped up and picked one of the vases of roses that had been placed near the fountain. She held the vase for each one of the newlyweds to take one of the roses then placed it back in its spot then returned to where she was standing.
“The Rose ceremony seemed very appropriate here. In the old language of flowers, a single red rose always meant "I love you". The Rose ceremony gives recognition to the new and most honorable title of "Husband and Wife". Father Patrick explained to the guests then focused his attention on Fritz, Scarlet, Tensleep and Rebecca.
"Your gift to each other for your wedding today has been your wedding rings - which shall always be an outward demonstration of your vows of love and respect; and a public showing of your commitment to each other.
You now have what remains the most honorable title which may exist between a man and a woman - the title of "husband" and "wife." For your first gift as husband and wife, that gift will be a single rose.
In the past, the rose was considered a symbol of love and a single rose always meant only one thing - it meant the words "I love you." So it is appropriate that for your first gift - as husband and wife - that gift would be a single rose.
Please exchange your first gift as husband and wife. In someways it seems like you have not done anything at all. Just a moment ago you were holding one small rose - and now you are holding one small rose. In some ways, a marriage ceremony is like this. In some ways, tomorrow is going to seem no different than yesterday. But in fact today, just now, you both have given and received one of the most valuable and precious gifts of life - one I hope you always remember - the gift of true and abiding love within the devotion of marriage.
Frederick, Angelina, John and Rebecca, I would ask that where ever you make your home in the future - whether it be a large and elegant home - or a small and graceful one - that you both pick one very special location for roses; so that on each anniversary of this truly wonderful occasion you both may take a rose to that spot both as a recommitment to your marriage - and a recommitment that THIS will be a marriage based upon love.
In every marriage there are times where it is difficult to find the right words. It is easiest to hurt who we most love. It is easiest to be most hurt by who we most love. It might be difficult some time to words to say "I am sorry" or "I forgive you"; "I need you" or "I am hurting". If this should happen, if you simply can not find these words, leave a rose at that spot which both of you have selected - for that rose than says what matters most of all and should overpower all other things and all other words.
That rose says the words: "I still love you." The other should accept this rose for the words which can not be found, and remember the love and hope that you both share today.
John, Rebecca, Fredrick and Angelina, if there is anything you remember of this marriage ceremony, it is that it was love that brought you here today, it is only love which can make it a glorious union, and it is by love which your marriage shall endure.
Gentlemen you may kiss your brides.”
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He slipped his hands around her waist, meeting at the small of her back. Scarlet leaned back slightly, placing her weight...and her life...in his arms. Fritz kissed her passionately.
All around were the firing of pistols in the air, and that damned Rebel yell.
But right now, it sounded pretty damned good.
-
As their kiss ended Scarlet traced her fingers along the back of his neck and smiled into his eyes.
If someone had asked her a year ago where her life was headed and where she wanted to be she had an answer but it was completely opposite of starting a new life with someone you love.
“Thank you for all the times you asked me not to go.” She whispered.
-
John truly did make Rebecca feel like a young girl, unsure of what life would hold but so excited to find out. Her hand slid below his back as she pressed close kissing him hotly, all of her thoughts were not that of an inexperienced young girl.
-
In all the commotion of kissing, yelling and gunfire, no one noticed the detachment of cavalry that rode up. There were eight in all, riding matching mounts.
"Dismount!" the voice of Corporal Anson Williams sounded lound and clear.
Fritz turned and saw the men move. It must've been the fort's honor guard. They were all in dress uniform. He noticed that the style had changed, again. His uniform was based on the french design, whereas theirs were more prussian. They wore helmets with horsehiar plumes. All carried Ames sabers in polished scabbards.
One man held hitched horses, and the rest moved in columns of twos towards the fountain.
"Halt!" Willis called the men to face. They faced inboard. "First Sergeant King!"
Fritz saw movement at his side. Grey Eagle was ready to bolt. Fritz put out his hand.
"Corporal Willis! What's your purpose here today?"
"Colonel Troutman sends his compliments, though he can't be here today."
"You aren't searching for hostiles?"
Willis smiled. "Sir, as far as I know, there are no hostiles here today."
Grey Eagle relaxed. Fritz smiled.
Wllis gave the command to "Draw...Swords!"
The sabers cleared their scabbards, the tips meeting in the air.
'Sleep and Becca moved out, walking beneath the sabers towards the crowd. Fritz took Scarlet's arm and led her through the arch. The end troopers dropped the tips of their sabers across their path.
Willis saluted with his saber and said, "Mrs. King, welcome to the family of the United States Cavalry."
The men lifted their sabers, allowing the couple to pass. As Scarlet past Willis, he struck her smartly across the buttocks with the flat of the blade.
"Ouch!!!"
'Becca giggled. "Payback is sooo sweet!"
Scarlet looked at Willis, then at Fritz.
"It's a tradition, dear," he said. The crowd laughed; Johnny, a bit harder than most.
"Well, you could've warned me!"
Fritz kissed her hand. "Now where's the fun in that?"
-
The reds and purples of the sky gave way to the full yellow moon, both which reflected breathtakingly in the waters of the fountain. The big moon lit the gardens and courtyard up enough few lanterns were needed. The music of the band that had set up in the courtyard could be heard throughout the house mixed with laughter and the sounds of happiness.
Johnny was surprised when he saw Grey Eagle Waltz with Scarlet then with Rebecca, but he figured he shouldn’t have been. Grey Eagle studied with his friends as well as they had studied with him.
Bo grinned at Fritz as he took Scarlet’s hand. “I think it’s a good thing you married her when you did.” He said taking her back out to the dance floor.
-
Once the party was well underway, Ella tried to leave to check on her patients. Mrs. Whirly caught her before she escaped.
After a few minutes of polite conversation, Ella excused herself, "I need to check on my patients before they settle down to sleep."
Mrs. Whirly asked, "Could I walk with you? I've heard about your infirmary from Rose and would love to see it for myself."
Ella nodded, "I'm always glad to show it off."
The conversation on the way to the infirmary would have sounded like an interrogation if not for the sweetness of her voice and phrasing. Mindful of Rose's advice, Ella tried to answer confidently instead of humbly.
It looked like Sean had raided the kitchen on behalf of the patients, probably with assistance from T.J.'s wife. Everyone was in the large ward, eating supper and talking. Ella suspected that a couple bottles of wine were contributing to the jollity.
Ella explained to Mrs. Whirly, "The ones in traction have bones that were broken by bullets. Until the bullet wound heals cleanly, I don't want to hide it under a cast."
After Ella had toured the room, joking with patients while she checked wounds, she showed Mrs. Whirly the surgery, the small ward and her office with its shelves full of medicine jars. "I have an herb garden, and am trying to grow most of what is routinely needed. I can order dried herbs, but it's hard to be sure how pure or strong what I get would be."
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Fritz was still amazed by how well Scarlet and Bo moved together. He'd have to get Bo to teach him the moves. He'd never been much of a dancer. Fritz had to do some dancing at Jefferson Barracks. It was his social duty. He'd never really enjoyed it. But now, he had the perfect partner.
"I'd like that dance now, Mr. Fritz."
Candy had approached him while he watched the dance floor. She looked stunning of course.
"Hello Miss Candy. I like you. So I'm gonna do you one better."
"I don't know," she replied. "You're a tough act to follow."
He smiled. "See that man over there, with the stripes?"
"Yes. He's handsome."
"As a matter of fact," Fritz replied, "that's his nickname...'Handsome' Anson Willis."
"Um-hmmm..."
"And Miss Candy...he needs the love of a good woman."
Candy looked down. "Fritz, I'm not a good woman...I'm a wh..."
Fritz lifted her chin. "Candy, you ARE a good woman."
-
Candy smiled she appreciated his views and he seemed to be sincere but that wouldn’t change what she was in her mind.
“With a nickname like that seems to me Mr. Willis can find his own woman. Perhaps a night I am working I could see to it he gets the kind of attention I can provide, but I am not working tonight. I don’t bite Fritz….well that’s extra and like I said I’m not working.” She teased.
Fritz was about to say something when Candy changed tactics on him.
“Besides if you turn me down just for a dance, wouldn’t look like I was a very good woman to Mr. Willis would it?” She said coyly.
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"Damn...I guess I'll just have to dance with the beautiful lady then!"
Fritz took Candy by the arm, and led her to the dance floor. The band had started a rather lively Virginia Reel, and they were up to the challenge. What they lacked in talent, they made up for in enthusiasm. The dance left them breathless and laughing...and dangerously close to one another.
"Ahhh...well...I think I should get back to my wife, Miss Candy." Fritz bowed deeply. "It was a pleasure. Thanks for insisting."
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Candy executed the most graceful low curtsy, it was the first time in many years she’d had an excuse to use anything she’d learned from the school for ladies her father had sent her to.
“You are quite welcome Mr. King, both Scarlet and Rebecca are very lucky to have found men such as Marshal Ross and yourself.” She said with a smile. “Now perhaps I will go see if Mr. Willis will introduce himself.”
Candy made her way to the punch bowl making sure she passed right by Corporal Willis, smiling a friendly acknowledgment of his existence, as she did.
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As he hadn't made a complete fool of himself, Fritz walked up and tapped Bo on the shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, but I'm cutting in."
"But of course, Sergeant," Bo replied, sweeping the air with his hand.
Over his shoulder, he said to Scarlet, "go easy on him."
-
Scarlet chuckled at Bo’s comment then moved easily into the arms of her friend, lover and husband. The way she smiled and her eyes lit up when she looked at Fritz left no doubt in anybody’s mind Scarlet was right where she wanted to be.
As they danced slow and close Scarlet pulled his hand to her chest, he could feel her chin slightly touching it. The fingers of her other hand had moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck. He could feel her tracing them lightly through his hair.
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His hand rested on her chest, over her heart. He could feel it beating...or was it his own? Did it matter?
All he knew was he was in love, and that was all that mattered. As they moved slowly across the floor, Fritz knew that all eyes were upon them. But right now, the universe sparkled in her eyes, and they held his.
"I love you Scarlet," he whispered.
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Scarlet’s lips brushed softly against his. Since the day she’d brushed the hair from the back of his neck Fritz knew her touch carried a great deal of emotion. Her kiss had been light and tender yet it held a great deal of fire and passion.
“I love you too.” Scarlet said.
-
Tensleep and Rebecca tried to slip out of the door unnoticed. They knew they were unsuccessful as a large group followed after them making loud various noises.
“Now might be a good opportunity to slip away." Scarlet said just loud enough for Fritz to hear.
"When are you going to tell me where we are going?”
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"Allright," Fritz whispered. "Let's go."
He took his bride by the hand, and led her away from the fountain, towards their waiting horses. Grey Eagle handed over the reins, smiling
"Do I 'hold them off'?"
Fritz grabbed his friend's shoulder. "You can try!"
Scarlet gained her side saddle and said "Come on, Lucky!"
They were off at a gallop, but Bo saw them depart.
"There they go! Get 'em!!!"
Bo drew his LeMat and fired a few shots in the air to gain attention. Soon, everyone followed suit. Men and women alike dashed to thier horses.
Strider and Lucky flew through the moonlit night, their riders laughing. Not far behind were heard rebel yells and war whoops, and galloping hooves. The occasional pistol shot echoed across the hiils.
"Where are we going?" Scarlet called over the din.
"Follow me!" Fritz replied. "I know a place where we can hole up!"
Scarlet knew the paths and trails they were taking. She'd cut them herself.
As they came over the rise, Scarlet reined in.
She was home. Again. Her home.
It wasn't as she'd left it. The house wasn't dead. It'd been brought back to life through love. The windows were scrubbed clean. There were new drapes hanging from the sills. A fire burned in the fireplace. Smoke drifted lazily from the chimney. Lanterns had been placed along the path to the doorstep. Fritz dismounted, and tied his reins to the rail. Scarlet's hands stood by the front door.
"Welcome home, Miss Scarlet," they said.
"Boys," Fritz replied, "the name's Mrs. King now."
-
It seemed like a thousand different emotions were washing over Scarlet as she sat looking at the scene before her. This would have been the last place she would have dreamed Fritz would bring her, the last place she would have suggested.
Scarlet glanced at him then back at the house. She wanted to ask Fritz what they were doing here but it was pretty obvious. She wanted to ask him whose idea it had been, but she had a couple of good ideas.
“Welcome Home.” She’d heard the words, she wasn’t sure if she responded with a thank you or not. This wasn’t her home any more, hadn’t been for some time; she wasn’t the person who used to live here anymore.
She could remember the last time she’d been in the house. It was a painful reminder of who she used to be and the person she could never be again. It was dusty and rundown, in need of a lot of attention, much like she figured she was when Fritz found her. There had been a cold stillness in the air, the same coldness that seemed to occupy the house since the day she’d left, even in the middle of summer.
Scarlet slightly tipped her head. Looking through the window she could see through the house. She wasn’t the same person at all, and like her, there seemed to be changes in this place. Things had been moved or removed. The drapes that were hanging were completely different than what had been there before, different lamps on the tables, she recognized some of her favorite ones she had in her room at the Ace. Still there was something else different she couldn’t place.
Scarlet backed Lucky up, turned him and rode slowly around the house coming to a stop on the opposite side. She could see the bunkhouse; someone had even repaired and painted it since she’d been here last. The barn was under way of repair, it had always been kept fit for stock as the hands used it, but somebody had taken the time to start repairing some of the broken boards. Her attention went back to the house, there were windows and shutters where there had been solid wall before, she smiled slightly.
She listened for the familiar sounds; the deafening stillness of death was missing, voices that haunted her from the past were gone. They had been replaced with the sound of the running creek and the sound of the rustling leaves of the trees. The hoof beats of Buddy as he trotted along the fence line of the corral and the soft nicker that greeted his stable mate.
Scarlet wondered if she could really be happy here again. She wasn’t really sure what to say to Fritz but she could hear his footsteps coming up behind her.
-
“Bo and I got started awhile back,” Fritz said. “But due to the ‘recent unpleasantness,’ I’m sure Jimmy and Mom had a good hand in it.”
Scarlet smiled at the remark. Johnny had obviously been ‘rubbing off’ on her husband.
Fritz held out his hand, and gently put his hand on Lucky’s flank. The stallion looked at Fritz, and then to his mistress, who nodded. Lucky consented to the touch.
Scarlet unhooked her leg from the sidesaddle, and slid down into his arms.
“Fritz, I’m not sure…”
He took her hand and led Scarlet to the front door.
“Darlin, I hold the title, but this is YOUR home. It always has been. Maybe you thought it was too broken down…maybe you thought you were too broken to make it a home.”
He looked in her eyes.
“But with love and hard work, anything can be fixed.”
They looked in the open door. It was warm and inviting.
“Now,” he asked, “may I carry you across the threshold?”
-
She looked back into his eyes. He’d learned to read her thoughts too, some time ago, and just seemed to be getting better at it. There was a certain comfort in that.
“Fritz, MY home is on Lucky’s back.”
She looked inside again. The place really looked good. She trusted him with her heart, if he thought this would make a good home for them she would trust that too.
She smiled and kissed him sweetly.
“I would be happy for you to carry me across the threshold if this is to be OUR home.”
-
He scooped his love up into his arms, and together, they entered their home.
"Boys, don't wait up!"
Fritz smiled as he kicked the door closed with his boot.
-
Scarlet laughed softly and slightly blushed at the remark followed by the whoops and a few remarks of the men as they walked away.
They shared a very passionate kiss as Fritz carried her across the floor to their bedroom. Holding her close he sat on the edge of the bed, causing the room to echo with hundreds of different jingleing tones.
Their eyes flew open in surprise at the sound of the noise which was followed by more laughter and a couple of more comments meant to make the couple blush.
“What was that?” Scarlet whispered as the different tones finally stopped.
-
"Hold on," Fritz replied. He dropped to his knees and looked under the bed. He began to chuckle.
Scarlet asked "What is it?"
"There are harness bells tied up, still attached to the leather pieces. There are cow bells, jingle bells on a string, christmas bells, bells from Rose's garden gate...in fact, I bet there isn't another bell available in the county."
Fritz sat up, and noticed with satisfaction that Scarlet had begun unbuttoning he wedding gown. Her throat was bare, and her decolatage' was stunning.
"Ah...you don't happen to have a knife in there, do you?"
Scarlet reached into the open top of her corset, and pulled a small, bone handled skinning knife.
"A gift from Daddy," she replied.
Handing it over, Fritz went to work on the bed's undercarriage. The snickering continued outside.
He came up with a fancy bell that had been engraved with their names and thier wedding date. Scarlet leaned forward to look at the bell. Fritz noticed her...corset. It was dark and sky blue, laced with yellow.
"Cavalry colors..."
-
Scarlet grinned. “A gift from Rebecca and mom. Seems they altered one of your uniforms.”
She looked closer at the fancy bell. “We’ll have to remember to thank Jimmy for this, it’s very beautiful. And a special thanks to where he placed it.” She chuckled. “And I’m sure you can guess whose idea it was.” She said picking up the biggest leather strip of bells.
Scarlet stood up, her dress slid to the floor along with the multiple layers of undergarments that went with it. He had been under the bed removing all the intricately tied bells longer than he realized.
As Scarlet strolled around the end of the bed he noticed the very short yellow and blue lace petticoat that gave way to dark blue silk stockings and high heeled high top leather boots. The garter on her leg matched the corset she wore.
Scarlet turned and leaned against the wall next to the window. He noticed her smile had turned into a mischievous smirk.
Scarlet shook the bells causing louder snickering from outside and a few more comments.
Scarlet leaned over and picked up one of the smaller bells opened the shutter and threw it at the sound of the laughter, causing more laughter, a satisfying “ouch” and a rather colorful comment about the two of them breaking the bed.
She turned her attention back to Fritz. “Think the Calvary might like this new uniform Sir?”
-
When the crowd following Tensleep and Rebecca heard Scarlet and Fritz leaving they turned and ran to the front yard. No one noticed Mr and Mrs John Ross holding hands and sneaking out to the back of the marshal's office.
Both their horses were saddled, Rebecca's with her wedding gift. Her eyes lit up and Becca moved into Tensleep's arms, "You didn't have to get me anything you know, I have you."
"And I have you finally my Princess, all that I ever want and need. I have a change of clothes for us both in the office, let's get changed and out of here." Tensleep opened the back door.
New buckskins lay on the bed and both undressed and slid into the soft new outfits as quickly as possible.
Holding hands again and walking their mounts into the night Tensleep whispered, "I have us a wedding camp made up on the side of the mountain Shoshone style. Grey Wolf sent some women and young warriors to watch it and they won't let us be disturbed for three days." He kissed Becca and lifted her to the saddle.
-
Becca slid out of the saddle and wrapped her legs around Tensleep. She smiled into his eyes “I have waited a lifetime for my prince.” She whispered as her lips brushed his and the kiss grew long and deep.
Tensleep lifted her back up into the saddle. “We best get moving if we are going to make it to camp.” He said with a impish grin.
Becca wondered how long it would take him to notice the scabbard and rifle that hung on his saddle.
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"Ah...ah..."
It was very rare for Fritz to be at a loss for words. This was one of those times.
"It's..a bit...out of regulation."
"What's wrong?" Scarlet asked coyly. She slowly bent over, and ran her hands from her toes to her hips.
"Aren't my boots brightly polished enough?"
The corset strained to keep her confined. She reached back, and pulled the ties loose.
"Is is hot in here?" Fritz asked.
She walked towards him, the corset beginning to slip.
"It's about to get much, much hotter..."
-
“Hmmmm” Scarlet said looking in the mirror then back at Fritz “Out of regs huh?”
She placed her hands on hips, sashaying towards him in an exaggerated motion “A prairie belt perhaps?”
She came to a stop in front of him and pointed her toe outward standing on the ball of her foot. “Are spurs required even I don’t think my mount requires them?” She tried to smile but it was slipping quickly into a smirk.
-
It was almost too much to bear. Fritz unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shell jacket.
"Oh, let me," Scarlet purred. She slid her hand behind his neck, and pulled him close. They kissed passionately. His hands found the loose ties of the corset. Giving them a short tug, it fell free, releasing her.
"Umm.." was all she could say. Rough wool met soft skin.
They found the bed.
-
When they were together they fueled one another’s passions, their senses seemed to be heightened, all colors were brighter, more vivid.
As the starry sky started to surrender to the blues and pinks of the pre-dawn morning Scarlet wrapped her legs around his and lay against him. Her fingers traced lightly along Fritz’s chest. He smiled enjoying the feelings it sent through him. She buried her face in his neck; he felt the softness of her lips against his skin as she softly whispered. "I love you with all my heart Fritz."
He wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him. "I love you too." he whispered.
The End