The house was abnormally quiet as Nate knocked on the door. He was surprised by the length of wait he had between pulling on the knocker and the footman answering the door.
“I wish to see Mrs. Smithfield,” he said as he handed the footman his card and stepped into the foyer.
The first thing he noticed was the lack of décor. Although still finely decorated, it looked barren in comparison to the way it looked the last time he visited. He followed the footman into the parlor, but did not take a seat. He wired his condolences to Elise when the train stopped in Kansas several weeks earlier, but this was the first he would give them to her face to face. He could not explain why, but he was nervous.
The sound of her soft slippers on the foyer’s marble floor caught his attention. He turned just in time to see her enter the room with the assistance of a cane. She looked tired and saddened, but still very
The sun rose only an hour earlier, yet it already shone upon the pines with an intensity that denoted the promise of yet another scorching day. Squirrels and chipmunks scurried about to accomplish their tasks before they were forced to seek shelter from the harshness of the Indian Summer sun.Elise bent down and carefully relieved her shoulders of the burdensome yoke balancing the water buckets she faithfully hauled from the nearby creek several times a day. Her work-worn hands rested on her slender hips as she twisted and bent in different directions to help ease the tightness in her body that was the result of yet another fitful sleep.For what seemed like the millionth time, she lamented over blindly responding to the advertisement in the Matrimonial News for mail order brides in the west. She was so eager to escape the mundane existence of the Boston Brahmin society that, when the advertisement crossed her path, she rushed to respond with li
Nate adjusted the collar of his full-length woolen coat as he stepped out of the three-story, faded red brick Philadelphia building into the crisp fall afternoon air. There was a distinctive skip in his step as he placed his bowler hat atop his smooth raven hair. He was just given his first big assignment as an employee of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Up until then, his assignments had been small and seemingly insignificant. He wanted to have an opportunity to prove himself to the agency. This new assignment was that opportunity. He was to be partnered with Joseph Kennedy and Oliver Sullivan; which suited him just fine.Joseph and Oliver served with him under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Biddle at the battle of Gettysburg. Experiences like that brought people together. That practically guaranteed them to be an efficient working team. At least, that’s what Alan Pinkerton thought.“Kimble, wait up!” Jos
Elise accepted the money Jake received for the sale of her cattle to a nearby rancher with genuine gratitude. He managed to round up enough livestock to sell to get her the funds needed to buy passage back east. Now, she just had to make the arrangements. Why she did not ask him for help when she first arrived was a mystery to her.“So, Mrs. Meacham, we’ll be losing ya soon,” Jake said as he mounted his horse. “That’s a damned shame. I got used to looking at that pretty face of yours while having my morning coffee.”“Such teasing,” Elise giggled. “I want to go to town and wire my father before I do anything else.”“Wantin’ to let him know your comin’?” Jake asked.“I want to see if I’m welcome back,” Elise confessed.“I can’t imagine no pa not lettin’ his little girl back into his home,” Jake mu
Nate pulled his travel bag from beneath his seat as the conductor announced the upcoming stop to be the newly settled Oklahoma City. It was the end of the line. He rode the railway for the last few months on the lookout for the Jefferson gang with no luck. They were always one step ahead.The railway extension across Oklahoma was still young with its fair share of perils to contend with. The Pinkertons were there to provide safety against robberies, while the army spent its fair share of time riding the rails to protect against Indian uprisings. The Indians were quiet the last few months, but the robberies still occurred now and then; and always when the Pinkertons were not aboard. Although more dangerous for them, Nate and his buddies decided to split up so that there would be a Pinkerton on every run.They studied the pattern of the robberies and concluded that it was the Jefferson gang behind them all. If intel was correct, the gang consisted
Elise hugged Nellie one last time before boarding the stagecoach. Although she was not looking forward to the grueling journey back east, she was excited about leaving the hardships of the undeveloped west behind her. Her father, although stern with his words, assured her she would be welcome once again in his home. He even went so far as to send her the funds for her return passage, along with extra for necessities along the way.Since all she had from the wardrobe she brought west with her was the traveling gown on her back when she arrived -and she had no desire to disclose to her family the simple gingham gown she wore daily that Nellie was kind enough to provide for her- she immediately purchased a few well-made gowns, a hat, and other items to complete a modest, yet quality wardrobe. Once she was back home, she had no doubt her father would outfit her properly so that she could return to society with her head held high.She found it
Elise sat quietly while she politely listened to Joseph and the two stagecoach drivers discuss the Jefferson gang. From the description of the gang’s style of thievery, she guessed they were the ones who relieved her of her belongings while en route to meet her new husband. She learned that the Pinkertons guarded the train for the last few months in hopes of catching the Jefferson gang in the act of robbery. They recently discovered the location of the gang’s main hideout and planned on flushing them out before they could pull another big job; especially since the next major run scheduled was the railway worker’s pay. She wondered if it was wise for Joseph to share this information with people he just met, but decided to keep her opinion to herself. Elise knew very well the views people had of women traveling alone, which was one of the reasons she said little and stayed as far out of the limelight as possible. Even if she was
The Pinkerton trio rode for well over an hour before the sun crested the horizon. Joseph slowed his horse to allow him the opportunity to absorb the fiery beauty of the early upcoming sunrise while Oliver hurried to catch up with Nate.“How was she?” Oliver asked with a snicker.“From now on, you keep that trap of yours shut,” Nate scolded.Oliver laughed as he said, “She looked a sight when you came inside. What’s that story about falling in a pile of shit?”“How can a widow be untouched is what I want to know,” Nate said, more to himself than to his buddy.“Is that a joke?” Oliver asked.“The joke was on me,” Nate replied. “Im not in the habit of kissing and blabbing about it, but I’m angry over the fact that the tart had us all fooled.”“You can’t call a virgin a tart,” Oliver objected.&n
Elise was still wearing her worn out gingham dress when she settled into the private railway car her father arranged to be added to the train for her traveling comfort. She smiled at the setting that was in stark contrast to the passenger cars in the front of the train. The stagecoach took a total of three days to reach Oklahoma City, with only the one night spent at a way station. They arrived late in the afternoon, only to be hustled onto the train so it could keep on schedule. She was tired, hungry, and dirty. She would have preferred to be allowed to clean up, change into her traveling habit, and get a decent meal in her stomach before she continued, but that was not to be.After assuring the porter she would be fine for the next few hours and asking not to be disturbed, she quickly washed the dust from her face, neck, and hands with the water in the pitcher on the washstand and climbed into the inviting bed the car contained and fell
The house was abnormally quiet as Nate knocked on the door. He was surprised by the length of wait he had between pulling on the knocker and the footman answering the door.“I wish to see Mrs. Smithfield,” he said as he handed the footman his card and stepped into the foyer.The first thing he noticed was the lack of décor. Although still finely decorated, it looked barren in comparison to the way it looked the last time he visited. He followed the footman into the parlor, but did not take a seat. He wired his condolences to Elise when the train stopped in Kansas several weeks earlier, but this was the first he would give them to her face to face. He could not explain why, but he was nervous.The sound of her soft slippers on the foyer’s marble floor caught his attention. He turned just in time to see her enter the room with the assistance of a cane. She looked tired and saddened, but still very
Joseph stepped out onto the porch and rolled himself a cigarette. Remembering that his friend never developed the skill of rolling a good cigarette and pre-rolled cigarettes were scarce in the west. He followed Oliver’s example and handed the cigarette to Nate before rolling another for himself.“I should quit these things,” Nate mused as he took a long drag. “There’s a lot of scuttle that the nicotine in these things is poison.”“When it’s proof and not scuttle, I’ll believe it,” Joseph said as he formed a ring of smoke with his mouth.“Can you believe I have been here five months already?” Nate mused.“Time flies when you’re planting cotton,” Joseph chuckled.”“I’m mighty proud of what you did with the place,” Nate said. “My uncle used to grow cotton. He gave it up when that bastard Angus came
Nate stepped onto the train and waved goodbye to his mother and sister. They never came to the station to see him off before. It felt good, but odd.He confided in his mother about his actions where Elise was concerned after swearing her to secrecy. She had a level head on her shoulders. He hoped she would not be overly shocked, but he needed the advice of a woman with a level head. It was upon her advice that he was going to live on the ranch he inherited from her brother, Richard.As a typical mother would be, Margaret Kimble was concerned for the mental health of her son. He was not in the habit of exposing his emotions to her in such a way. The fact that he felt the need to seek her advice on such a sensitive topic made her mind up that what was best for her son was for him to get as far away from Elise and the child she carried as he could. It was sad to think that she would be denied the pleasure of her first
Elise did her best to disguise her discomfort over the fact that Nate Kimble was seated directly across from her. To his left was Lilith Bertram and to his right was the beautiful Melissa Jameson. Melissa recently came out and was actively searching for a union with an eligible man. Unlike the Pratts, the Jamesons considered Nate Kimble to be an excellent catch. Therefore, Melissa was working hard to gain his favor. Considering Lilith was on his opposite side and she was certain he wanted to avoid any and all conversation with her, it made sense that Nate would pour all his attention on Melissa. The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation.The man seated to the left of Elise was an elderly gentleman whose name forever escaped her no matter how many times she found herself in his company. To her right was Oliver Sullivan. To Oliver’s right was the beautiful Amy Owens. 
The Philadelphia House felt especially crowded. Nate pushed his way past the gaming table as he made his way to the dining room. He was to meet Oliver for dinner and drinks and hoped his friend was on time. He spotted him seated at a table near the window and smiled while waving a greeting. He was only gone a few months, but it felt like years. It would be good to spend time with a close friend; especially after such an unsettling visit with the Smithfields.Oliver was full of positive energy and juicy gossip. Before they knew it, they were done with their meal and making their way to the smoking room.“Well, hello there,” called Sidney Joselyn. “I declare, I didn’t expect to meet up with one of you fine gentlemen this evening, let alone both of you. What a great surprise.”“It’s good to see you again, sir,” Nate offered.Oliver echoed his sentiments while they vigorously shook hands.Sidn
It was an easy week before Nate found the courage to pay his respects to the newlyweds. Although he was happy to be able to have an excuse to be near Elise, he found it odd that they did not go off on a honeymoon as was generally the case amongst the privileged. He just could not shake the fact that there was something amiss with this marriage.He found their home extraordinarily large, but tasteful. The Georgian style mansion was located near the banks of the Delaware River. It was set far enough away from the declining seventh ward, yet still convenient to the hub of things. The sprawling garden gave the illusion of a country estate. Nate longed to have been the one to provide such a lovely home to the woman he loved. His heart felt heavy at the thought that he would never have that opportunity.“You frown so, Mr. Kimble,” Elise said as she gracefully descended the grand central staircase. “Does the house offend you?”“Certa
Nate stepped off the train and then turned to offer his assistance to Catherine. Her step was light and filled with joy. She was once again on familiar ground. As much as she thrived in the wild west, she had to admit to herself and to others that she was, at heart, an easterner. Her brother was so very happy running the ranch for Nate that she could never tell him how much she longed to be back east. The dilemma of trying to focus on such a large operation while keeping a watchful eye on her safety in a world peppered with ruffians proved her ticket to freedom. Not only was she back east, but her brother’s good friend was paying for her to go to finishing school.The time she spent on the train with Nate helped her to understand why Joseph was so fond of him. Beneath that surly look that seemed like it was pasted on his face was a kind, gentle, and sensitive individual. She thanked him profusely for becoming her family’s benefa
“This is a most surprising telegram,” Alexander said as he sat unceremoniously on the divan in Elise’s bedchamber. “Is this new?” he asked as he smoothed his hands over the floral tapestry.“It was delivered just this morning,” Elise replied.”“I have to say, I like the way you have decorated our new home,” he said admiringly as he looked around the tastefully decorated spacious room.“I have to say that I adore the house you chose for me to decorate. It’s easy to fill it with beauty when you begin with such splendor,” she said with a smile.“What’s money for if not to spend?” Alexander asked.“We seem to have a lot of it,” Elise pondered.“We are incredibly, shamefully, rich, my love,” Alexander said as he stretched his arm across the back of the divan and crossed his legs at the ankles.“Oh, good,
Alexander paced the parlor while Elise sat quietly on the settee.“He seemed like an upstanding fellow,” Alexander said worriedly. “It makes no sense for him to completely ignore my wire.”“Are you sure the wire reached him?” Elise asked.“I checked,” Alexander replied testily, “it was picked up by a ranch hand that very day.”“Joseph struck me as the conscientious sort. I imagine he would make sure Nate received it as soon as he arrived,” Elise said thoughtfully.“If that’s the case, then the man’s a scoundrel,” Alexander spat.“He said he loved me and I believed him,” Elise pouted.“Men say all sorts of things when they’re drinking and having their way with a woman,” Alexander said thoughtlessly. “Has he declared his love to you while sober and not in the throes of passion?&rdquo