Jake spent four hours preparing the contract that he and Justin planned out in hopes of helping Sue’s family. He hoped that they could go over the board members‟ vote by discussing the situation rationally with Conrad who would be in his office on Monday. He and Justin waited in the lobby of the bank a little before nine for Sue’s arrival.
Justin chuckled next to him.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. He didn’t see what was so comical about a business meeting.
“Did you hear what Miss Lewis did to Mr. Wilkins?” He shook his head.
“On Saturday, she went over to Mr. Wilkins‟ house and threatened to lasso his buggy and hang it by the barn rafters unless he paid her father the money he rightfully owed him. When he refused to listen to her, she lassoed the front wheel and used a horse she borrowed to pull it to his barn. He realized she was serious, so he made the proper restitution. Then she thanked him as if nothing was wrong and went her way.”
Jake stared at him. “Did she really do that?”
He nodded. “Now whenever Mr. Wilkins sees her, he makes the sign of the cross and runs the other way. His wife apologized to her and gave her a little more money for the injustice her husband did to her father. What’s even funnier is that his wife now adores her because he doesn’t get away with lying to anyone anymore.”
He laughed and shook his head. Good for her. “Apparently, she’s a force to be reckoned with.”
“My wife and kids adore her. They attend the library children’s story hour that she’s in charge of. Personally, I’d hate to get on her bad side. There’s no telling what she’d do.”
“Well, George is anxious about today. I just hope Conrad will veto the board vote.”
Sue walked into the bank. He hid his disappointment at the sight of her. She had her hair pulled back into that obnoxious bun again. After seeing her with her hair down, he wanted to pull those pins out so her hair would fall softly over her shoulders again. She was beautiful but seemed determined not to show it. He forced his observation aside and followed Justin and her into Conrad’s office. He couldn’t help but note the gentle sway of her hips. The green dress was old and faded with time, but it didn’t hide her figure.
She sat in the chair across from Conrad and properly greeted him. George stood to the side of the room so he could hear the presentation. Her posture remained rigid. He didn’t realize she was so tense. She’s scared.
Justin sat in the chair next to her while Jake stood and presented the contract to Conrad, outlining the plan for getting her father’s debt reduced to an amount that could get his finances back on track.
“We can teach him what we know about handling finances so he won’t fall into more debt, and once he is out of debt, he won’t go back into it,” Jake concluded.
He waited for Conrad to speak. Surely, his boss would show her the compassion she needed. To his horror, Conrad turned to his son.
“What do you think, George?” his father asked.
“I oppose it. It’s too risky,” George argued. “There’s no guarantee her father will follow the contract to the letter. He’s already breaking the ones he signed. We’ll make more money if we foreclose and sell his property to someone else.”
Jake cringed at Sue’s gasp. “Sir,” he told his boss, “let’s think this through. Money is important, I grant you that, but it isn’t the only thing to consider here. We are talking about people who live in this house and farm this land. There are children still living there.”
Conrad took a deep breath. “I can’t run this bank forever. It is time I hand over the hard decisions to my son. We will go with George’s plan.”
“I would advise against that. People in the community will see how you treat the Lewis family, and I guarantee you that they will not like it. Sometimes it is best to do what will bring in more clients.”
“We are the only bank in this city,” George protested.
“Perhaps, but people can go to the next city if they want. This is the perfect opportunity to keep them here.”
“This is just one family. It won’t make a difference with our wealthy customers.”
“But it will make a difference to our consciences. We can’t afford to throw people out of their homes.”
“That’s enough, Jake,” Conrad barked. “I already made my decision. George is old enough to take over the bank. As of next month, I will be retiring.”
“I will say one thing, Mr. Leroy,” Sue spoke up.
Jake recognized the anger bubbling beneath the surface of her cool exterior.
“People will find out about this,” she continued. “I work at the library, and I have access to many of the citizens of the city. They will know what you decided today.” She stood up and stiffly walked out of the office.
Jake ran after her. “Sue, we might be able to figure out something else.”
She stopped and looked at him. “I appreciate what you and Mr. Monroe did today. You are not cold hearted, but I do see how your hands are tied. I will make it clear that you and Mr. Monroe did your best to help. I know what my option is at this point, and I will accept it.”
He knew she meant that she would marry someone old enough to be her grandfather in order to save her family’s
property. “There has to be another way.” She shook her head. “Thanks anyway.” He watched her as she left.
Justin walked over to him. “I hope you do open your own bank. I don’t care to work here anymore either.”
***
Jake packed his suitcase as he scrambled to get his things ready for the three day trip to Michigan. There was no love lost between him and his father ever since his father walked out on him and his mother. Though he was ten at the time, the memory still stung. During the divorce, his mother managed to obtain half of his father’s wealth which she left to him when she died when he turned twenty-three. He vowed that he would not let her heartache go in vain, so he carefully invested the money until it quadrupled. Now he could live the rest of his life in comfort, but since he had no wife or children, he focused all of his energy into his work. Upon his father’s death, a lawyer notified him of his father’s will, which mentioned him as the sole beneficiary. He almost refused to attend the reading of the will but decided it was his due after growing up without a father. How a man could leave his wife and child, he would never understand.
He took the first train he could out of town and went to Michigan. The ride wasn’t so bad since he brought a couple of books he had been meaning to read. He particularly enjoyed Shakespeare and could read those over and over. He considered going to New York City and checking out a Shakespearean play soon. It had been a long time since he went to the theater. It would be a much needed break after the stress at the bank.
He shook his head as he thought of Sue Lewis‟ situation. For a beautiful woman to have to live a life confined to a grouchy old husband who would most likely only pay attention to her when he wanted her body made his stomach turn. She wasn’t as bad as he originally thought. After talking with her at the dance, he learned that there was more to her than her abrasive mannerisms. He considered the possibility that she presented herself to the world as being a woman who was so strong she didn’t need a man so that people wouldn’t feel sorry for her since she was a spinster. He knew he was lucky. A man could remain unmarried his entire life and not suffer public disapproval because of it.
He forced aside his thoughts and picked up The Merchant of Venice. He always enjoyed this comedy the most. The women in Shakespeare’s plays were just as bold and endearing as Sue. He shook his head again. What was he doing? He made it a point to help people as much as he could, but if there wasn’t anything else he could do, he let the matter go. Why couldn’t he do that with her?
He put the book in his briefcase and took out the Bible instead. He wasn’t sure what to do about George. That young man didn’t have good business sense. What am I to do about him? He turned to the book of Proverbs because it contained a great deal of wisdom. He used it on a regular basis as a guide for his life. Not that he didn’t read other books of the Bible, but this particular book had the most influence in his business dealings. He credited it with his success. He read the entire book during the next half hour. It wasn’t a long book and it was easy to read. He also stumbled upon the answer to his question. It came from Proverbs 23:9.
Do not speak in the hearing of a fool,
For he will despise the wisdom of your words.
Jake set the Bible down and realized it was pointless to argue with any other stupid ideas George came up with. If Conrad was determined to run his business into the ground by handing over crucial business decisions to someone who put money before people, then he was going to reap the results of that foolish choice. Talking to Conrad or George would only be a waste of his time.
Lord, there must be something I can do for Sue Lewis. What can it possibly be?
The next day, Jake sat in the lawyer’s office. He deliberately skipped the funeral to show how little he thought of his father. To his surprise, no one else attended the funeral either. It was hard to feel sorry for his father, though it did make him wonder who would bother to come to his funeral. He pushed aside the funny sensation in the back of his mind as the lawyer entered the office. “Jake Mitchell, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mr. Barnett said as he shook his hand. “I wish I could say the same but I would rather be doing something else.” “Your father wasn’t an easy man to deal with.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnett. It’s hard to think of him without getting upset. I’m sure you are a decent man.” “I try to be.” He smiled to show that he took no offense to Jake’s earlier bland greeting. They sat across from each other. “Your father had no other children besides you. At least, there were no children that we are aware of, and he didn’t marry any women after t
As he walked into the ballroom, he saw Jennifer Gordon laughing and whispering to one her friends who was just as gossipy and giggly as she was. He sighed when he realized the two girls were making fun of Sue who was dancing with the seventy year old man who had his eyes glued to her last time. He didn’t know what was worse. Watching old man York staring at her bosom or the fact that Jennifer and a few others in the room believed Sue was making a public spectacle of herself. Two things are for sure: one, I’m not going to let York ogle her for the rest of the night and two, I’m buying her a new wardrobe as soon as she agrees to my plan. Just as he was about to walk onto the dance floor, Chad Walker stopped him. Chad Walker was one of the wealthiest clients at the bank, so he had to talk to him. At least York wouldn’t grope her in public. “Mr. Walker, how are you this fine December evening? Are you looking forward to Christmas?” he warmly greeted. “With Christmas being
Suse’s head was spinning by the time she got home that evening. She didn’t know whether to trust Jake Mitchell or not. He asked for her coat and slipped it over her shoulders by the end of the dance and escorted her to his personal taxi driver, Henry Reynolds, who congratulated them on their engagement and took her home. Jake walked with her to the front door of the apartment and wished her a good night and said he would see her at the bank on Monday. It almost seemed too good to be true, except she wasn’t marrying for love. She had always hoped to marry for love, but a spinster whose father was up to his eyeballs in debt could hardly expect her prince to waltz through the door and take her off to his enchanted castle where they would live happily ever after. She read enough books to understand the difference between fairytales and reality. She could be content with marrying Jake to fulfill a business agreement. The next day, Belinda sent her a telegram asking her to come by for
On Monday, Sue arrived at the bank around ten. As soon as George saw her, he stomped up to her and ordered her to leave. “I don’t appreciate you coming by here after all those vicious rumors you spread about me,” he hissed at her. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled in satisfaction. “You mean people actually care about what I think? How flattering.” He scowled at her. “You’re a thorn in my side and I’ll do everything I can to bring you down.” She laughed. “I’m just a simple librarian. Good luck on finding a deep dark secret looming in my closet.” “Get out of my bank.” “What are you doing with my fiancé?” Jake barked at him as he walked up to her. He put his arm around her shoulders. “Is he being mean to you?” She found Jake’s protective stance unexpectedly pleasing. “You can’t be serious.” George rolled his eyes. “Since when did you want to be with her?” “Ever since she showed up at the dance on Friday night. You would be
Jake spent the rest of the week fuming despite his best efforts to put Sue Lewis far from his mind. He wasn’t married to her yet, and he was already dreading having her around his house. He hadn’t even been aware of her a month ago, and suddenly, she was a big part of his world. Six months. All I have to do is survive the next six months and I’ll be free again. Justin did his best to console him. “I don’t think she’s that bad of a woman. My wife speaks highly of her. She may not be rich but she has found a way into the hearts of many prominent women in town. They can’t wait to invite her to their luncheons.” He grimaced. “Before I know it, she’ll insist on dinner parties at my house. The next six months of my life are going to be a living nightmare.” “I don’t know. She’s got a lot of passion. It could help warm up those cold winter nights. You might enjoy yourself so much you won’t want to end the marriage.” “No way, Justin. I’m not going to lay a hand on her exce
The moment of the wedding finally arrived and Jake stood by the preacher in front of the altar. He knew that this day was the bride’s day and everyone would be interested in her which was why he spent so much time preparing Sue for this day. The wedding colors were light blue and white. He picked light blue since it went with his tie. He had ordered blue ribbons and bows throughout the church, and the bridal bouquet featured white roses with a blue ribbon tying the flowers together. He supposed that women would prefer pink but he couldn’t stomach that color at his wedding, so he didn’t bother to ask her opinion. He didn’t want her opinion on any of the wedding plans for that specific reason. He was associated with this wedding, even though he wasn’t the main attraction. People would want to remember this day and he didn’t want pink to be associated with that memory. He considered the irony that she didn’t complain about the colors. She was bothered by the lace on her dress.
“I think I’ve just been insulted,” Jennifer pouted, looking at Jake. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” “Yes, dear husband. Are you going to dictate how I talk to other people?” Sue pointedly wondered, staring at him in interest. “I agree with my wife. You were way out of line,” Jake quickly responded. Jennifer gasped. “I can’t believe you said that. I will tell Mr. Leroy that he has a rude employee.” He shrugged. “I don’t care what you do as long as you apologize to my wife.” “I’d rather eat snake.” “Wouldn’t that be cannibalism?” Sue reflected. She ran off, ready to cry on her father’s shoulder. Sue sighed. “I probably just lost you a customer.” He chuckled. “Are you kidding? That was worth it. Jennifer’s father isn’t that prominent in this society, and even if he was, I wouldn’t let his daughter get away with her comments.” “Really?” He noted that she seemed touched by his confession. He grinned
Afret Sue cleaned up from the wedding mishap, she arrived at her new residence and marveled that Jake had such immaculate but beautiful taste. No wonder he got away from me and my family as soon as that mouse ran across the table. He doesn’t like to get dirty. He had wanted to stick around and go home with her so he could give her a personal tour of the place, but he was called to business at the last minute to discuss plans to buy the building that would house the future bank. So Henry took her and her things from the apartment to the house. She only had two worn suitcases that summed up her entire life. Her apartment had been furnished. It felt strange to know she was making such a drastic change in her economic status. She climbed out of the buggy, acutely aware that her old clothes were sorely out of place there. Henry carried her suitcases to the front door for her. “Am I supposed to pay you?” She searched for any money she might find in her purse
It was about time Jenny‘s brothers stopped their harassment, Owen thought as they took in the bright, shiny deputy badge that Sheriff Meyer returned to him. Owen‘s chest puffed up with a sense of pride as he closed the door of the jailhouse and placed his hat on his head. ―Afternoon, gentlemen,‖ he said and buttoned his coat. ―Getting ready for Christmas?‖ ―We had some errands to run,‖ Tom replied. ―Even if women say they don‘t want anything but our love, they don‘t mean it.‖ Joel snickered. ―And you had to learn that the hard way.‖ Tom‘s face grew red. ―I can‘t wait until you get married, Joel. I don‘t care what you argue about. I‘ll take her side each time.‖ ―Unlike you all, I have no desire to tie the knot,‖ he replied and gave them a smug smile. ―I‘m going to stay single forever.‖ ―Since when?‖ ―Since I saw how you all ended up. No woman is going to tell me what to do.‖ ―Oh really?‖ Dave asked. ―Then what are you doing in town looking for gifts?‖ Joel sighed. ―I g
Jenny flung a dish at Clyde‘s head. Drats! She missed! ―Get off my property!‖ She picked up another plate from the stack she held to her chest and threw it at him. Again, he expertly dodged it as he made his way to the porch. She grunted and threw the whole stack at him. This time two plates hit him in the face. He yelled and touched his cheek which had a bloody cut on it. Glaring at her, he took a step toward her. ―Not this time, Jenny! I‘m getting my boy.‖ She grabbed her broom and swung at him. Unlike last time, he jumped back. She stepped forward but someone came up behind her and held her arms in place. She screamed and kicked at her captor, but his hold only grew tighter. ―Get the boy and let‘s get out of here,‖ the man growled at Clyde. ―Run!‖ she yelled at Jeremy who was supposed to be in his room. She prayed he would make it to the attic before Clyde found him. Clyde climbed the rest of the porch steps, and as he passed her, sh
Owen recognized that gruff voice anywhere. And there was no way he was going to play possum now. He leapt over the counter, nearly knocking over the startled owner who ran to retrieve his gun. ―This is my store. You have no business being here!‖ the owner barked. Then he fired his rifle at the doorway. Owen didn‘t bother seeing if the man hit Big Roy or not. He just ran. He ran down the narrow space that led to the backdoor and found himself in another alley. The scene was eerily familiar. Except this time Mitch and Lance weren‘t chasing him. Nope. Big Roy was doing the honors this time. Owen raced past the dumpsters. He heard a door open and almost got hit with a bullet. He swerved to the right and found himself on a less traveled part of the business district. He bent to hide behind stagecoaches and buggies as he scampered as fast as he dared without giving Big Roy ample opportunity to get a clear shot. Where was Irving anyway? Some stellar deputy he was turnin
It was a week later when Big Roy finally arrived in Omaha. And Owen had just finished breakfast when the fateful knock came at the door. He put his napkin down and went to answer it. ―Amos?‖ he asked, surprised to see the boy with his two friends standing on his porch, holding fishing rods. ―Isn‘t it a little cold to be fishing?‖ It was December after all. ―Big Roy‘s in Omaha,‖ Amos said, looking unusually excited by the prospect. Owen‘s eyes grew wide. ―How do you know this?‖ ―We saw him. Oh, he‘s big and angry alright. He was asking where you were.‖ ―You didn‘t tell him, did you?‖ Owen demanded as he watched the boy practically dance with glee. Was everyone but Jenny and Jeremy eager to send him to an early grave? ―Course not! We‘d never do that,‖ Amos assured him. ―In fact, no one‘s telling him anything. But Irving wants you down at the jailhouse.‖ Amos motioned to his fishing rod. ―You don‘t need to worry about a thing. We‘re ready to help you!‖ Amos and h
Jeremy ran to the front door and jumped into Owen‘s arms. Surprised, Jenny turned from the sandwiches she‘d been making and went over to him. ―They let you out of jail?‖ ―As long as I promised not to run away.‖ He gave Jeremy a big hug. ―I missed you, squirt.‖ ―Was it scary in there?‖ Jeremy asked. ―No, but it was lonely. It‘s good to be home with my family.‖ He leaned forward and gave Jenny a kiss. ―I can‘t believe how much I missed you two.‖ ―We missed you too,‖ she said, hugging him as much as she could with Jeremy between them. ―I was just making supper. Are you hungry?‖ ―I didn‘t get much to eat, so yes.‖ He set Jeremy down and took off his coat and hat. ―It‘s nothing fancy. Just sandwiches,‖ she warned. He put up his holster on the hook next to his coat and hat. ―After eating nothing but beans and jerky, sandwiches will be a treat.‖ He turned to them and gave them another hug. ―It feels so good to be back home.‖ She laughed and hugged him back. ―It
Jenny heard Sally knock on the front door but hesitated to answer it. No one had been out to see her since the day they found out about Owen, probably because Mary managed to talk them into giving Jenny time to herself, so she didn‘t know why Sally came out. She pushed the curtain aside in the parlor. Sally was alone. She exhaled. At least, the cavalry wasn‘t coming out again. She quickly thought of a way to distract her sister from the matter at hand and opened the door while Sally was in mid-knock. ―Oh good! I wanted to talk to you.‖ Jenny pulled her into the house and peered out the door. Good. Sally really was alone, just as she thought. She shut the door and turned to Jeremy. ―Take your blocks and play upstairs. I have to talk to your aunt.‖ Jeremy obeyed and went up the steps. As soon as he was in his room, Jenny led Sally into the kitchen and sat her down. ―Would you like a snack?‖ ―No thanks,‖ Sally said. ―I came to talk to you.‖ ―Yes, and I‘m glad yo
She relaxed. ―Oh. I thought you meant...‖ She had thought he meant that he didn‘t want her to stay married to Owen. But he hadn‘t, and she didn‘t want to explain it. Looking at Irving, she knew that they wouldn‘t have made a good match. She would have married him for her son, but he wouldn‘t have been her first choice. She glanced inside the jailhouse. There, in the cell, sat the man she would have chosen. Returning her gaze to Irving, she asked, ―So I can talk to him?‖ ―Follow me.‖ He led her into the building. ―Meyer, I got the wife wanting to see her husband.‖ Jeremy broke free from her and ran over to the cell, calling out ―Pa!‖ Owen‘s face lit up and he eagerly ran over to the bars so he could hug Jeremy... Well, as much as he could with the bars between them. The tender moment brought tears to Jenny‘s eyes. How many times had she seen fathers and their sons and wished Jeremy could have a pa that loved him too? Wiping her eyes, she turned to the sheriff and de
Jenny didn‘t feel like dealing with anyone at the moment. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, and her relatives weren‘t helping. Her brothers and Sally sat around the kitchen table trying to decide what to do about the situation while Greg, Jeremy, and Isaac played with the dog in the backyard. Mary stayed out there to watch them from where she sat in the chair next to the house. Maybe Jenny shouldn‘t have come to Sally‘s house after they left the jail. Maybe she should have just gone home. She watched the children as they laughed and took turns throwing the ball for the dog to catch. It was simple for them. Children didn‘t sit and analyze things. They either liked something or they didn‘t, and they acted accordingly. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the cool glass of the window. Her hand fell to her abdomen. She should‘ve realized it sooner, but she and Owen had stayed up well into the night to enjoy lovemaking. The fatigue was ea
Owen jumped up as soon as the door to the jailhouse opened. He rushed over to the bars to see if Jenny came. She did. But she also brought Sally and her four brothers with her. Four very angry looking brothers. He immediately stepped back as the four glaring men surrounded the cell. He examined the bars. He hoped the steel was strong enough to keep them out. They looked like they were ready to rip him apart and feed his remains to the vultures. ―You‘re lucky you‘re in there!‖ Tom barked, pointing an accusing finger at him. ―Because if you weren‘t, we‘d run you out of town.‖ ―How could you do this to our sister?‖ Richard demanded, shaking the bars. Owen swallowed the lump in his throat and backed up until he hit the wall. He glanced at the small window and wondered if he could escape if he squeezed through it. No. That was ridiculous. He was much safer here with the bars protecting him than in the open where these men could chase him down. ―First Clyde an