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The Long Road
– Part 4 Heyes
rolled over and before he even opened his eyes he knew what the night had
brought. He could feel the chill
in the air even though the fire was still burning. He considered staying tucked warmly in
his bedroll but the sound of the wind beginning to howl dragged him out of
the warmth into the cool air of the cabin. He quietly got up and threw a log on
the fire and then went to the door.
He carefully opened the door a crack and his worst fears were
confirmed. At least three inches
had fallen in the early hours of the morning and by the look of the dark
clouds on the horizon it looked as though it was just beginning. They weren't going anywhere today and
possibly not for a long time.
Heyes hoped that the early season snow would be brief and there would
be a warm up long enough for them to get off the mountain. He closed the door and walked over to
check on Kid. Leaning over him
Heyes pulled the covers up making sure he was warm. "Heyes,"
Kid said groggily, "It's cold in here." "I'll
put another log on the fire Thaddeus," Heyes replied. "How ya feeling?" "Like
I've been trampled by a herd of cattle," Kid groaned. "You
kind of look like ya have," Heyes smirked. "That
bad?" "Nah,
just a little beat up. How's your
head feel?" "It
hurts." "Well,
rest. I'll get some more wood on
the fire," Heyes said as he lightly patted his partner's shoulder and
stood up. Heyes added some more
wood and picked up the coffee pot.
He was thankful he had brought in extra water last night and didn't
have to go out in the storm. He
prepared the coffee, put the pot on the hook and swung it over the fire then
sat down in one of the comfy chairs.
He closed his eyes and asked himself would it ever be easy for the two
of them? ***
It
snowed heavily the rest of the day.
Heyes stayed busy checking on the horses and making sure the pile of
wood on the porch was covered and dry. Kid slept through most of the day only
waking occasionally for some water and Heyes did get him to eat a little of
the stew and a biscuit. Mrs.
Brewster and the children stayed behind the sheet most of the day. When they came out, Mrs. Brewster kept
both Rachael and Daniel close to her even though they wanted to play. As night approached Heyes once again
laid on the bedroll staring at the ceiling and listening to the howling winds
finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. ***
Morning
came and as Heyes opened his eyes, he didn't hear anything. He lie there for a moment and
listened, still nothing. He got
up and walked to the door, opening it a crack, he was momentarily blinded by
the brightness of the sun reflecting off the newly fallen snow. Heyes let his eyes adjust and then
walked out onto the roof-covered porch.
It was still snowing ever so slightly but Heyes figured it was only a
matter of time before the flakes stopped. He walked to the edge of the porch,
picked a log up from the pile and placed the end into the snow. Inserting it
all the way until it hit the ground and then pulling it out. Looking at the mark left behind he
frowned; about twelve inches of snow had fallen. He placed the log back on the woodpile
and headed back inside. Picking
up a dry log from inside he placed it on the fire and then stirred the
embers. He sat back in the chair. As
he stared at the fire he was startled by the touch of a little hand on
his. Heyes turned to see Rachael
looking up at him with one of the saddest looks he had ever seen. "Hey, no sad faces," he said
as he smiled at her and touched the side of her face. Rachael said nothing but climbed up on
his lap and curled up leaning her head against his chest. Heyes smiled and wrapped his arms
around her.
"Sshh," he whispered to her, "Everything going to be
alright." They
sat there quietly for about five minutes when Heyes heard movement behind the
curtain. Mrs. Brewster suddenly
burst out from behind the curtain and grabbed Rachael out of Heyes' lap. "How dare you," she said
incensed as daggers flew from her eyes. Heyes
stood up and put his hands up in front of him. "I meant no harm. She crawled up on my lap." "You
had no right!" she said as she placed Rachael down on the bed behind the
curtain instructing her to stay put. "I
was only trying to make her happy." "Do
not touch my children again!"
She demanded and went to return to the curtained area. Heyes
gently placed his hand on Mrs. Brewster's arm then looked at her. He calmly said, "I'm not sure
what I may have done but I can assure you, I have no intention of hurting you
or your children." Mrs.
Brewster glared at Heyes.
"You have no idea," she huffed in a loud whisper. "I
can assure you ma'am, I have no idea.
Perhaps if you tell me…" Heyes began before being cut off. "On
the porch. Daniel is still
sleeping and I have no intentions of upsetting Rachael," she seethed as
she whirled around and headed towards the door. Heyes
followed her onto the porch.
There was some snow on it, but the porch roof had kept the majority of
the snow off and the wind whipped snow had come in from behind the
cabin. Heyes closed the door
quietly behind them and then waited for Mrs. Brewster to start. Mrs.
Brewster looked at the snow and rage filled her voice, "This is all your
fault!" "Excuse
me?" "We
are stuck in this cabin for who knows how long and it is all your fault, you
and your partner's. I should be
home sitting by a nice warm fire with my husband instead of here in this
horrible place." "Mrs.
Brewster I wish we were off this mountain too and that you were home with
your husband, but we're not. We
are going to be here for a while.
It would make it easier if we could all get along. If you could tell me what I did,"
Heyes said in a very conciliatory voice. "You,
you," Mrs. Brewster blurted out and then turned her back to Heyes in a
huff. "I
know you're upset but I can't control the weather." "You
planned all of this!" Mrs.
Brewster exclaimed as she whirled back around to face him. "I
planned this!" Heyes said
incredulously. "I planned
for YOUR son to run out onto an old bridge, for my partner to save him and in
the process get a concussion and dislocate his shoulder. And if that wasn't enough, I planned
for it to snow in OCTOBER!!!" he exclaimed as he waved his hands
fervently in the air.
"You want to explain that?" he asked with his eyes almost
popping out of his head. "You
planned this!" Mrs. Brewster
insisted as she became flustered at his tone and stare. "You and your partner never had
any intention of saving us, you just wanted the money!" Heyes'
shoulders sank and a scowl appeared on his face. "The money? We don't want the money. We were hired to protect the money and
then out of the goodness of our hearts we came after you and your
children." "Right,
you came after us without any ulterior motive?" Mrs. Brewster said
sarcastically. "What
ulterior motive?" Heyes
asked exasperated. "You
know full well what I'm talking about Mr. Heyes!" Heyes
calmed himself, "I don't know..." he began before being
interrupted. "I
know who you and your partner are," Mrs. Brewster said angrily. "You are Hannibal Heyes and your
partner is Kid Curry. If you came
to save us it is only so you could get the payroll and then probably hold me
for ransom." "Why
would we do that?" Heyes
asked stunned. "Because
of who I am?" "Ma'am,
you have me totally confused." he said as he ran his hand over his face
and then made a fist in frustration dropping it to his side. "As I said, my partner Mr. Jones
and me were hired to guard the payroll.
When you were taken hostage, we came with Captain Turner and Sheriff
Lom Trevors to find you. The
money was secondary." "So
what did you do to Captain Turner and Sheriff whomever?" she asked as
she became very agitated. "We
didn't do anything!" Heyes
exclaimed. "One of Mad Dog's
men shot the Captain and Sheriff Trevors took him back to town. Mr. Jones and I decided we would
continue after you. We were
supposed to follow but then Daniel changed the plan!" Heyes ran his hand over his face and
through his hair. "Stop
playing games with me. You want
the money and were planning on holding us hostage. That's why the cabin is full of
supplies!" "Mad
Dog stocked the cabin. I want OFF
this mountain as much as you and why would we hold you hostage?" "Because
of my father!" "I
have no idea who your father is!" "Yes
you do!!" Heyes
stared at Mrs. Brewster with a bewildered look. He knew she was upset but he had no
idea what she was talking about.
"Ma'am," he said quietly trying to calm her down. "I really have no idea what you
are talking about. Mr. Jones and
me were just trying to get you back to your family, nothing else. I don't know why you would think
anything else." "Because
you're Hannibal Heyes and he's Kid Curry!" Heyes
closed his eyes for a moment, then looking at the snow and knowing they
weren't going to be leaving the mountain anytime soon he gave in. "Mrs. Brewster, even if I was
Hannibal Heyes and Mr. Jones was Kid Curry, why would we want to take you
hostage? I know you said your
father but I really have no idea who he is." Mrs.
Brewster stared at Heyes and stood up as straight as she could. "My father, as you well
know Mr. Heyes is Jay Gould." Heyes
caught her stare and returned it.
Jay Gould, the name was familiar but he couldn't place it. As he stared into her eyes it hit him.
"Oh," he said meekly as his entire body sagged in defeat. Things had gone bad enough as it was,
now this. There goes the amnesty
for sure. If Jay Gould thought
like his daughter, he and Kid might as well stay on the mountain or high tail
it to Mexico. Not
paying attention to Heyes and his reaction, she continued, "That's right
Jay Gould. THEE Jay Gould of the
Union Pacific Railroad."
Mrs. Brewster stopped talking and looked at Heyes. She saw him transform right before her
eyes. Where once stood a
confident and defiant person stood someone who looked lost. "You didn't know, did you?"
she asked quietly. "No
ma'am. I didn't," Heyes said
just as quiet and turned away from her.
"It's cold outside, you should get back into the cabin." She
looked at the back of him and started back into the cabin. "Mr. Heyes," she said
quietly to his back. "Would
it have made a difference if you had known?" Heyes
didn't answer. "Would
you have still come after us?" "No
difference ma'am. We wouldn't
have left you with Mad Dog."
Heyes stared out into the snow and watched it silently fall. "You should really get inside and
get warm ma'am." Mrs.
Brewster turned and walked into the cabin, closing the door behind her. ***
Heyes
continued to stare at the flakes slowly falling from the skies for sometime
before turning and walking back into the cabin. As he entered, Kid called for
him. "Joshua," he said
quietly and Heyes walked over to the side of the bed. Kid noticed how dejected Heyes looked. "Everything okay? I thought I heard yelling on the
porch." "Everything's
fine," Heyes said quietly to his partner. "Heyes,"
Kid said quietly as he looked at his partner. He knew something was up just by the
way Heyes sat down. "She's
worried we'll run out of food," Heyes lied to his partner. Kid
raised an eyebrow at Heyes. Heyes
smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Everything's fine," he repeated not wanting to concern his
partner about something neither one had any control over. "Rest so you can get better and
we can ride out of here when this snow melts." He stood up patting Kid on the
shoulder and walked to the fire adding a log just to look busy and not have
to discuss it any more. Kid
knew something was bothering Heyes but figured he would let Heyes handle it
for now. ***
The
rest of the day went by very quietly.
Heyes busied himself in the storeroom. He moved bags here and then back to
there. Put things in one pile
just to move them to another pile just to keep out of the main room. Kid slept most of the day and Heyes figured
it was best to give Mrs. Brewster and the children as much room as
possible. He also checked on the
horses and brought more wood inside so that by the time he was done, the
entire wall by the fireplace had a nice neatly stacked pile of wood. He then grabbed a couple of buckets
and pots and filled them with snow and placed them in the storeroom. Kid
was awake and sitting up when he came in with the last pot of snow. "Joshua, you're making me tired
with all this runnin' around and I've been sleepin' all day." "Just
want to make sure we have enough water." Kid
tilted his head. "It
has to melt and there is always a lot less water than snow," Heyes
explained. "Yes,"
Kid replied, "but you have to have at least five or six buckets and pots
filled." "Eight,"
Heyes replied and placed his hands on his hips satisfied with his work. "Eight,"
Kid snorted. "Joshua, there
is plenty of snow and if we need water, we can sit it by the fire and it will
melt in no time." Heyes
twisted his face and creased his brow.
"Hmpf." Heyes
paused and looked disgusted. Kid
didn't even appreciate his hard work.
"Well it's done now.
Guess I'll see what I can make for dinner." Heyes turned and walked back to the
storeroom. ***
Heyes
stayed in the storeroom for some time.
He moved the supplies around again, telling himself he was organizing
things better. Truth is, he was
just keeping busy. He didn't want
to be in the main room. He didn't
want to be near Mrs. Brewster.
Her accusations about him and Kid really bothered him. They risked their lives to save her
and her children and she just thought the worst. Because of her, he was away from
Laurie. Because of her, Kid was
hurt. Because of her.... Heyes
slammed down Kid's saddle and placed his hands on his hips. He closed his eyes and tried to calm
himself. He was going to be stuck in the cabin with her probably until
spring. He had to find a way to
make the best of it, even if she didn't want to, even if she wouldn't talk to
him. Oh well, he decided, at
least Kid will heal soon and he will be able to talk to him. He smiled, wouldn't that
just drive Kid nuts! He chuckled
and went back to work, moving the storeroom around. Beans
and biscuits were Heyes' choice for dinner. He wasn't in the mood to eat but knew
Kid would be hungry. Kid
sat up in bed as he watched Heyes make the biscuits. Swinging his legs over the edge of the
bed he moaned. "Hey,"
Heyes said as he saw his partner sway and quickly got to his side. "You got to take it easy. Lie down." "Joshua,"
Kid said groggily, "I've been in bed now better part of two days. I should get up." "You
got a big lump on your head Thaddeus that says you need to lie down. Anyway, what's the rush?" Kid
looked at Heyes and sighed, "We're not leavin’ any time soon are
we?" Heyes
frowned and shook his head. "How
bad?" "‘Bout
a foot." "Damn,"
Kid said shaking his head and then moaned from the movement. "I'm real sorry Joshua." "No
need to be sorry. Don't think you
planned on giving yourself a concussion or dislocating your
shoulder." Kid
chuckled. "By
the way," Heyes asked seriously, "How's the shoulder?" "Well
if my head didn't hurt so much," Kid said with a straight face. "I think my shoulder would be
killing me." "Well
then, I guess it's a good thing your head hurts!" Heyes chuckled. "Good thing it's so hard
too!" Kid
motioned with his head towards the curtained area, "What's that
about?" "I
guess privacy or being proper.
You know, a married lady sharing a cabin with two men and all." "It's
not like we planned it." Kid
said sounding slightly annoyed then added, "How's she takin' it?" "Not
good," Heyes sighed.
"She's scared." "You'll
make it better. You always know
what to say." Heyes
chuckled, "Don't know about this time Kid." He sighed. "Well, you rest, I'll make
dinner." Kid
started to protest and as he moved, his head began to pound again. "Okay. If that's what you want Joshua, I'll
rest. I'll make it up to you some
other time." "I
know you will partner. Rest and
I'll bring you a plate when it's ready." ***
It
was late at night and once again Heyes couldn't sleep. He couldn't help but think about the
predicament they were in and more than that Laurie. He was stuck on the mountain without
any way of telling her he was alright.
She had been sick before they left and now he couldn't even get to her
to make sure she was better. He
couldn't hold her, he couldn't touch her, talk to her, kiss her. His mind was reeling and what he
really wanted to do was to go saddle his horse and head for home. But since that wasn't possible he got
up. Heyes
walked over and placed another log on the fire. He sat down and stared into the flames
as they danced. He reached into
his pocket pulling out his watch.
First checking the time and then looking at the heart charm Laurie had
given him. He closed his eyes for
a moment and rubbed the charm between his fingers. He sat there staring into the fire,
unconsciously rubbing the charm. "She
must be really special," a quiet voice came from beside him. Startled,
Heyes turned to the voice, "Ma'am?" "Who
ever gave you that charm," she nodded her head in the direction of his
hands. "She must be very
special." "Yes
ma'am," Heyes said quietly turning back to the fire. Mrs.
Brewster walked over and quietly took the chair next to Heyes. She sat and studied him for a few
minutes; this outlaw that risked his life to save her and her two young
children. She had seen how he
took care of his partner, how concerned he was for him. And now he was sitting silently in the
dark, holding his watch and playing with the charm. He had motioned to put the watch away
when she asked about it but it still sat in his hand as he continued rubbing
the charm absently between his fingers.
She could see the sad look of longing in his face. "You miss her?" "Ma'am?"
Heyes said dazed, having been lost in thought. "You
miss her?" She got no
response from him. "Well if
she feels the same way about you as you do about her, she'll wait for
you," Mrs. Brewster said. Heyes
sat quietly, then turned to look at her. "It was a long time ago
ma'am. She's not waiting for
me." Heyes turned back to
the fire placing his watch back into his pocket. Picking up a stick, he poked the fire
as he added another log. Mrs.
Brewster knew who he was he wasn't going to allow her to know that Laurie
existed. "Then
she doesn't know about your life of crime?" Mrs. Brewster asked. Heyes
didn't respond as he continued to play with the fire. "Oh,"
she said quietly, "Maybe that's why she isn't waiting for
you." They
sat there for a while in silence, Heyes finally turned to her. "Maybe
you should try to get some sleep ma'am.
The sun will be up in a few hours and so will your children." "What
about you Mr. Heyes, don't you ever sleep?" Mrs. Brewster inquired. "It's
Joshua Smith, ma'am and I don't need much," he stated then added,
"Don't have any kids." She
smiled and stood up, "Well then, perhaps you're right Mr. Heyes. Good night." Mrs. Brewster turned and started to
walk back to bed. She looked over
her shoulder at the man sitting by the fire. He was once again playing with the
charm on his watch chain. She
smiled and then continued to bed.
***
It
had been three days since Lom arrived back in Lewistown with Captain
Turner. Heyes and Kid were
supposed to follow with the hostages in the morning. Lom waited all day for them to ride
into town. He kept telling
himself that they were traveling with a woman and her two young children they
probably had to take it slow. He
shook his head; he shouldn't have left them up there alone. The Captain was hurt and needed to get
to town as soon as possible. As
it was, it was still pretty much touch and go. The doc said he would probably make it
but they did have to surgically remove the bullets and there was always the
possibility of infection. That
first night back Lom watched out the window for them, not expecting them, but
hoping. While he waited, he could
feel the air changing. Lom
woke up the next morning sitting in the same chair he was in the night
before. As he opened his eyes,
his heart sank. The town was
covered in snow and the mountain was a blur of white as the storm was
obviously stronger up there. He
got up, splashed water on his face and left his room. He first stopped and
knocked on Heyes and Kid's door.
He paused hoping for an answer and then knocked a little harder. When
no one came he turned and walked downstairs to the front desk. "Excuse me," Lom said as he
approached the desk. "Did
Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones arrive sometime during the night?" "No
sir," the desk clerk responded. "Damn,"
replied Lom as he banged his fist on the desk. Turning, he walked to the front door
and headed over to the sheriff's office.
Entering the office Lom shook hands with the sheriff. "Sheriff, I would like to get
some men together to go out and look for Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones and the
hostages," he said. The
sheriff shook his head, "Can't do that. Have you seen the mountain? Anyone that goes up there won't
be coming down alive. Let's hope
your friends found some shelter and aren't too far away. We'll go look for them after the storm
but not before it ends." Lom
saw the logic in the answer and he would have said the same thing, it just
didn't make him happy. He tipped
his hat and returned to the hotel to wait at the window. ***
Heyes
once again was the first one up.
He seemed to be getting less and less sleep as the days went by. Continuing his usual routine, he
prepared the coffee, hung it on the hook, swung it over the fire and then sat
in the chair until it was finished.
Just as she had done the morning before Rachael woke up next. She tiptoed out of the curtained area
and stood looking at Heyes with her big hazel eyes. Heyes turned to see her and smiled as
she reached her arms up for him to pick her up. Heyes' smile disappeared. "Rachael, why don't you come sit
in the chair next to mine," he said quietly. She
shook her head and held her arms up.
"Rachael,"
Heyes sighed. "I can't. Remember the first day you didn't want
me to pick you up and put you on the horse? You said it wouldn't be
proper." Rachael
nodded her head. "Well
this is the same. It's just you
and me awake and a young lady such as yourself shouldn't be alone with,"
Heyes paused trying to figure out the word to use. "You know, some one like
me." Rachael
put her arms down and began to pout.
"Please
don't do that," Heyes pleaded.
"When your mother's up, if she says it's okay." "She
won't," Rachael said sounding as though she might cry. "She wouldn't let me stay with
you yesterday. She won't even let
me come out and talk to you or Mr. Jones. We have to stay behind the
curtain." "Your
mother only wants what is best for you," Heyes said as he touched the
side of Rachael's cheek.
"Come sit in the chair next to me." Mrs.
Brewster had been lying awake since she heard Rachael tiptoe past her. She listened quietly to the
conversation between her daughter and the outlaw. "Rachael," she said as she
appeared from behind the curtain.
"Are you bothering Mr. Smith?" Rachael
looked stricken as her eyes became wide and she looked like she was going to
burst into tears. Heyes
touched the little girls hand and then looked up at her mother, "She's
not bothering me. We were just
talking." Heyes stood up
from his chair, "Now if you'll excuse me ladies, I'll give you some
privacy." He gave Mrs. Brewster
a tight smile and then turned to walk away. "Mr.
Smith," Mrs. Brewster said hesitantly. Heyes
turned to face her. "I
didn't mean for you to leave. I
just didn't want Rachael to be bothersome." She looked at him and forced a smile
as best as she could.
"Please sit down. I
believe it's my turn to make breakfast." Heyes
froze in his tracks; she was trying to be nice. He returned her smile with a genuine
one of his own. "If you're
sure, ma'am. If you would like, I
could help." "Thank
you but I believe you have been doing everything up until now, I think it is
my turn," she said as she noticeably began to relax. "Anyway, after today, you may not
want me to cook again." Heyes
raised an eyebrow. "You
see I'm not much of a cook." Rachael
looked up at her mother in horror, "You're going to make breakfast
mama? But Celia's not
here." Turning to Heyes she
said, "Mr. Smith, aren't you going to make breakfast?" she asked
with pleading eyes. First
looking at the little girl's wide eyes and then at her mothers crest fallen
face Heyes said, "Rachael, I'm sure your mother is a wonderful
cook. If she would like, I would
be more than happy to help." "Mama,
you want Mr. Smith's help don't you?" "Rachael,
I think I can manage some breakfast," she said sounding as though she
was trying to convince herself.
"Why don't you stay with Mr. Smith while I get things ready. That is if you don't mind Mr.
Smith." "I
don't mind, and it's Joshua." "Okay,"
Rachael replied with a smile that went from ear to ear. "Okay,"
Mrs. Brewster took a breath and blew it out. "Joshua it is." She turned and started towards the
storeroom. Turning back around
she said, "Joshua, I'm Margaret." Smiling,
Heyes nodded at ***
Daniel
and Kid had woken up to the clatter of pots and pans as Margaret made
breakfast. Heyes and Rachael sat
watching as she swished around the cabin. When the coffee was done Heyes poured
himself a cup and offered one to her, but she declined saying she would wait
until breakfast was ready. As
Kid woke up he sat up slowly.
Getting up, Heyes walked over to him with a cup of coffee. "How's the head feeling
today?" "Better,"
Kid replied taking the cup of coffee from Heyes. "I wasn't as dizzy when I sat up
just now." "That's
a good sign," Heyes said as he sat down in the chair next to Kid's
cot. "How ‘bout the
shoulder?" "As
long as I remember not to try to move it, it's okay?" "The
wrist?" Kid
gave Heyes a dirty look, "It hurts, any more questions?" "No
need to get proddy Thaddeus. Just
checking my doctoring skills." "I'm
fine Heyes," he said a little too loudly and winced, hoping no one
heard. "You're doctorin'
skills are just fine Joshua," he emphasized, this time loud enough for
everyone in the cabin to hear. Mrs.
Brewster turned around, "So glad you're sitting up Thaddeus, are you
going to join us at the table for breakfast?" "Mrs.
Brewster, that sounds like an offer I can't refuse," he said
enthusiastically. "Good,"
she replied. "Oh and it's
Margaret. Joshua and I decided
since we may be here awhile it would be better to be a little less formal. "Margaret
it is," Kid smiled at her and then turned to look at Heyes. "Your silver tongue?" "Not
me," Heyes jumped in quietly.
"She's the one that started." Kid's
smile got bigger. Heyes'
eyes narrowed, "She just decided to be nice today, I didn't do or say
anything." "Okay,"
Kid chuckled Heyes'
glare became more intense as he stood up so quickly the chair he was sitting
on fell backwards with a crash.
Startled, he fumbled to pick it up which made Kid's chuckle turn into
a laugh. "I'm going to check
on the horses," Heyes announced and stomped out of the cabin. As
the door slammed, Kid broke out into full laugh and then moaned as he grabbed
his head. "Thaddeus,"
Margaret said, "I think you might want to take it a little easier. You did sustain a rather large bump on
your head." "Oh,
I think you're right," Kid moaned.
"I was feelin’ so much better I forgot." "Well,
just rest up, breakfast is almost ready." ***
About
half an hour later, everyone was sitting at the small table anticipating
breakfast. Margaret had been
buzzing around and finally presented a pot full of oatmeal. "Oatmeal,
my favorite," squealed Daniel as he stood in his chair clapping. "Careful
Daniel," Margaret said as she picked him up and sat him down on her lap
as she took the chair.
"Shall I do the honors?" she asked with a smile on her face,
looking around the table. "By
all means," Kid said and Heyes nodded in agreement. Margaret
picked up a bowl and with a large spoon scooped up a large pile of oatmeal
out of the pot. She turned the
spoon over to place the oatmeal in the bowl, but it didn't come off the
spoon. She shook the spoon as she
tried to get the oatmeal in the bowl.
After
watching for a few minutes Heyes said, "Here, let me try. With Daniel on your lap, you really
only have one hand." Margaret
tried one more shake and then handed the spoon over to Heyes. Heyes
picked up the bowl and tried to shake the oatmeal off the spoon. After several tries, he picked up one
of the small spoons for eating and scraped at the oatmeal. It fell with a thud into the bowl. Heyes stuck the small spoon in the
oatmeal and handed it to Kid. Kid
watched as Heyes put the bowl in front of him and then without moving his
head, his eyes looked up at Heyes.
Heyes smiled back at him and indicated with his hand to give it a
try. "It's
only proper to wait until everyone is served," he stated. Heyes' smile slid into a frown and
then a half forced smile. Heyes
filled the remainder of the bowls and handed them out. Rachael poked at hers as she crinkled
up her face. Margaret sat and
smiled at everyone, oblivious to their apprehension. "Dig
in," Heyes said as he tried to smile. "Do
I have to?" Rachael whined. Kid
jabbed his spoon into the oatmeal and lifted. The entire bowl came up with the
spoon. Heyes stared at it as his
eyes widened. Having the use of
only one arm, Kid shook the spoon and nothing happened. He shook it again more violently and
still the spoon stayed stuck in the oatmeal, which suspended the bowl. Finally, he banged it on the table and
the spoon was released. He looked
at it and then at Margaret. She
had a huge smile as she stared at him in anticipation of his reaction. Kid swallowed hard and stuck the
oatmeal in his mouth. Closing his
eyes, he willed himself not to choke but give a tight smile. As he tried to pry his mouth open to
remove the spoon, he looked at Margaret and gave a muffled,
"Good." Kid moved his
eyes to Heyes. Heyes'
face sunk. Snickering lightly he
took a spoonful into his mouth.
Swallowing hard, he reached for his coffee and took a swig. He smiled tightly at Margaret, still
trying to pry the oatmeal off the top of his mouth with his tongue. "Oh
good," Margaret said enthusiastically, "I was so afraid I made it
wrong. You know I don't usually
cook." "Couldn't
tell," Kid replied with a sarcastic twinge to his voice. Rachael
looked at the two men, "Mama, I don't think I'm hungry right now." "Rachael,
you have to eat. This is
breakfast, you love oatmeal." "But
Celia didn't make it." "No
but I did. It will make you grow
big and strong." "Mama,
I'm a lady, I don't want to be big and strong." "Rachael,
please eat your oatmeal." "Yes
mama," she said as she stared at the glob on her spoon. Heyes
and Kid smiled and nodded. They
sat there and dutifully finished the oatmeal. As they struggled to get it down,
Heyes was amazed that Margaret smiled, eating the oatmeal with no
effort. When they had finished
she looked at Rachael, "Rachael dear, please get a bucket of water from
the storeroom we can soak the dishes in." Rachael got up and did as she was
told. Pushing
his chair back from the table and standing up, Kid swayed. Heyes stood up next to him and grabbed
him to steady him. "Time to go lie down again, partner." "I
just stood up too quickly," Kid replied. "I'm
sure you did but you still have a big knot on your head. You still need to rest," Heyes
replied. "I'm going to head down to the Needle to see if the pass is
blocked." "I
thought you said we were snowed in?" Margaret questioned. "I
believe we are, but until I see it with my own eyes, I can still hold out
some hope. I think Thaddeus is
well enough to ride if I can clear a path." "Joshua,
you shouldn't go down there by yourself," Kid stated. "Don't
worry Thaddeus, I won't take any chances," Heyes replied giving Kid a
reassuring smile. "But,"
Kid started but was interrupted by Heyes. "I
need to check now." He
looked his partner square in the eyes.
"I can see snow over the horizon. It should be here by tomorrow
morning. If there is a chance,
it's today." Kid
looked at Heyes and though he didn't want to, gave him a nod of approval. "Well,
now that that's settled, I just need to get my saddle from the storeroom and
I'll be off." Kid
put his hand on Heyes' arm as he went to turn towards the storeroom. He held Heyes' gaze for a minute. Heyes gave an acknowledging nod and
smile, then patted Kid lightly on the back and went to get his saddle. ***
Heyes
began to put on his heavy coat and stopped. More layers would keep him
warmer. He knelt down and began
to dig in his saddlebag for another shirt to place over the one he was
already wearing. As he dug his
hand found something hard and he pulled it out. Wrapped in brown paper with a string
around it appeared to be a book.
On the brown paper covering there was writing. ‘To bide your time until you are
home and we are in each other's arms.
Be safe. Love always,
Laurie. P.S. Don't completely ignore Kid on the
trail while you read.’
Heyes closed his eyes and held the book to his heart. Startled by a noise, he shoved the
book back into the saddlebag.
Glancing back he saw Margaret in the doorway. "Can I help you?" he said as
he removed the shirt from the saddlebag. "Mr.
Heyes," she said as she walked in. Heyes
head snapped around as he was standing up. With a confused look on his face,
speaking softly he said, "I thought we had that covered
Margaret." He looked
intently into her eyes, "I'm Joshua Smith, remember." "Mr.
Heyes," she repeated.
"Just because I called you Joshua in front of the children
doesn't mean I don't know who you really are. My children both know who Hannibal
Heyes and Kid Curry are and I certainly don't want to frighten them." Heyes
gave a low guttural chuckle, "If you still think I'm Hannibal Heyes and
I'm such a horrible person, why were you trying to be nice?" "Because
you told me we were snowed in and now you tell me we may not be," she
huffed. "No,
I didn't say we might not be. I just said I have to see it with my own eyes
to believe we are," Heyes stated as he put the second shirt on over his
existing one. "It's a real
long shot, but I have to try." "Should
we all go with you in case?"
"No. It's too cold for the children. At least as far as I can see, you only
have the clothes on your backs."
Margaret
nodded. Heyes
put his coat on and buttoned it.
"If I can get through, I can make it back up here to get you and
we'll be through the Needle before night fall." "Are
you coming back or are you going to desert us here?" "I
don't know what kind of a person you think I am Mrs. Brewster," Heyes
said firmly, "But I do not desert people; especially my partner or a
mother and her children."
Heyes grabbed his saddled and huffed out of the storeroom. Turning to Kid, "Rest, I'll be
back soon." Kid
nodded. ***
Kid
went back to bed and rested after Heyes left. He dozed off and on for a few
hours. He got up and sat by the
fire. He paced back and forth to
the door and out on the porch several times. By now, more than half the day had
passed and Kid began to get antsy; Heyes should be back by now. Kid stood on the porch one more time
and stared down the mountain.
Heyes where are you? he thought. Margaret
walked out on the porch; "He left us here didn't he?" Kid
whipped his head around so quickly, everything started to spin and he had to
grab the support pole just so he would not fall. "What?" he yelled. "Mr.
Heyes isn't coming back, he left us here," she stated as her shoulders
drooped. "Joshua,"
Kid emphasized the name, "Would never abandon us." "Mr.
Curry," she said with a tremble in her voice, "I know who both of
you are. Maybe Joshua Smith
wouldn't leave us here but Hannibal Heyes found a way out and left his
injured partner along with a mother and two young children to die on the
mountain." “I
don't know what you think you know," Kid said as things stopped spinning
and he straightened up. "My
name is Thaddeus Jones and my partner is Joshua Smith. We came to rescue you and your
children. The reason I am hurt is
because of your son." He
stopped and studied the woman standing in front of him. She looked lost. "Look, I know you are scared, but
if he was who you said he was, wouldn't he have taken the money with
him?" "He
knows where it is, he can come back and get it in the spring and no one would
know Hannibal Heyes took it, they would still be blaming Mad Dog." "I
don't know why you keep insisting he is Hannibal Heyes." "If
he wasn't going to leave you here, why didn't he tell you I knew who you were
and who my father is?" Kid
stared at her with a blank expression on his face. "He
didn't, did he? My father is Jay Gould," she paused to let the name sink
in. "Union Pacific
Railroad." Recognition
spread across Kid's face. "So
if he isn't Hannibal Heyes and you aren't Kid Curry, and he wasn't going to
leave us here to die, why didn't he tell you who we were?" Before
Kid had a chance to answer something caught Margaret's eye and she put her
hands to her mouth and gasped. Kid
whipped around and once again had to grab the pole for stability. As things stopped spinning, he saw
Heyes' horse emerge from the tree-lined path. Heyes was sitting hunched almost
completely over as he had his arms draped around the horse's neck as it
trudged through the snow towards the cabin. "Heyes!" Kid yelled as
he bound out into the snow towards the horse. Moving too quickly he fell and landed
on his right side and screamed out in pain. He was trying desperately to right
himself with one arm in the deep snow when he felt a hand reach down to give
him some help. With the help of
Margaret, he was able to stand up just as the horse made it to them. "Joshua,"
Kid said quietly, as he saw his partner covered head to toe in frozen snow. "I
couldn't do it," Heyes pushed the words out with the little strength he
had left. "I tried." "Joshua,
let's get you in the cabin, we'll talk there," Kid said stepping closer.
Heyes
lifted his head slightly and tried to focus on Kid. "There was too much snow. It slides off the mountain right into
the Mouth." He paused and
panted. "I tried digging us
out, I just couldn't." As
the words fell out of his mouth Heyes lost his grip on the horse and started
to slide off. "Hey
I got you," Kid said leaning into the horse with his left shoulder to
hold him in place. Margaret stood
behind him with her hands clasped in front of her mouth in disbelief at what
she was hearing. "Margaret," Kid called, "I'm going to need
your help getting Joshua down." Hearing
her name, Margaret shook her head and stepped forward. "Of course, what can I do?" The
two of them helped Heyes off the horse and with their arms around his waist
helped him stumble to the door of the cabin. As they walked in Margaret said,
"He is soaked to the bones, we need to get him in front of the
fire. Thaddeus, if you can hold
him, I'll move one of the cots there." She left Kid and Heyes propped up along
the wall as she grabbed a cot from behind the curtained area and placed it in
front of the fire. Turning she
quickly added a few more logs and then went back to help Kid. "Okay,
Joshua," Kid said quietly, "We're gonna get you to the cot. I need you to help walk." Heyes
moaned and there was an almost imperceptible nod of his head. Kid
and Margaret got Heyes to the cot and sat him down. As Kid was going to let him lie down
Margaret yelled out, "Don't let him lie down." Kid
looked up at her in surprise. "We
need to get the wet clothes off, if he lies down we'll never be able
to." Kid
nodded. "You
help him stay sitting and I'll get the jacket and shirts off." "Mama,"
Rachael cried out as she ran to her mother's side. "Mama, what can I do?" "Rachael
dear, go check the store room for any extra blankets." Rachael turned and ran off. Having
removed his jacket and two shirts she moved to remove his boots and socks. "We are going to have to remove
everything, he's soaked to the bones and his skin is really cold and slightly
blue." "Margaret,"
Kid said looking at her as she began to undo his gun belt. "I'll take care of him." "Thaddeus,
if I thought you could get him undressed with one arm, I would gladly allow
you to do so." "But..."
was all Kid got out before she continued, "I am a married woman and have
two children. I know what a naked
man looks like. Joshua will never
get warm if even a stitch of these freezing clothes are still on
him." Kid
looked at her, nodded and smiled gratefully at her, knowing she was
right. Rachael
returned with some more blankets and placed them on the bed. "Thank you Rachael," her
mother said. "Now I need you
to take Daniel behind the curtain and take care of him." Rachael looked at her mother and was
going to protest when Margaret continued, "I need to help Mr. Smith and
I can't have Daniel in the way.
Please take him behind the curtain and take care of him." Rachael did as she was told. Margaret
removed Heyes' Henley and Kid helped her lay him down on the cot. He then picked up a blanket and
covered his partner. Reaching
under the blanket he unbuttoned his pants and indicated to Margaret she could
pull them off. When all the
clothes were off, they began to wrap him in the blankets. As they finished Margaret looked at
Kid, "I'm sorry." "Ma'am?" "I'm
sorry I assumed the worst. I'm
sorry I thought he left us here." "It's
okay ma'am. You don't know him
well, you didn't know and you're scared.
I knew he would never leave us." ***
Kid
sat next to Heyes dozing in and out as he kept watch on his partner all night
keeping the fire stoked as he listened to the wind howl down the mountain as
the snow storm approached. By the
time he woke in the morning the snow was coming down heavy and there was no
sign of relief. He was resigned,
as he knew Heyes would be when he woke up, they would be there until the
spring thaw. Placing
another log on the fire, Kid heard Heyes start to stir. "Hey," Heyes said as he
looked up at his partner looking down at him. "Hey
yourself." "What
time is it?" "‘Bout
six." "Awful
quiet to be six. You
cooking?" "Nope,
and it's six in the mornin’."
Kid stated as he sat back on the chair. "Morning?" Heyes said sounding very confused. "Mornin’,"
Kid repeated. "What's the
last thing you remember?" "Digging,"
Heyes said and then creased his brow as he concentrated. "I was trying to dig out the
passage, it was too much snow."
Heyes looked at Kid with his arm still tied to his waist and a
perplexed look appeared on his face as he lifted the bunch of blankets on top
of him. He opened his mouth to
speak but nothing came out.
Finally he said, "How?" Kid
chuckled softly, "Margaret." Heyes'
eyes bulged as he quickly sat up pulling the blankets around him. "Margaret?" "Relax,"
Kid laughed, "I unbuttoned ya and put a blanket over you before she took
off your britches." Heyes
looked horrified. "You
were soaked to the bones and you were turnin' blue. We had to get you warm." Heyes
looked around the room and saw all his clothes hanging. "Well," he said a little
tersely, "You could be a partner and get me my clothes before they wake
up." Kid
chuckled and got up to get his clothes.
Handing them to Heyes he said, "It's okay Heyes, she said she's a
married woman and has two children so she knows what a nekkid man looks
like." Heyes'
eyes widened as he grabbed his clothes from Kid. "Hold
a blanket up in case they wake up," he told Kid as he dressed as quickly
as possible. "Well,
at least we know one thing," Kid said as Heyes looked at him. "You've recovered from the
cold." Kid chuckled again
and Heyes glared at him. ***
It
had been five days since Lom arrived back in Lewistown. Heyes and Kid were four days over due. When the first snowstorm had
ended, Lom had the sheriff gather a rescue party and head for the
mountain. As they feared, the
pass had been snowed in and there were no signs of anyone coming through so
the search was called off. Not
giving up, Lom made the same trek two more times by himself in hopes that
Heyes and Kid would find a way.
Each time he headed back into town empty handed. As
the days went by Lom was loosing faith his friends would find a way out. He felt guilty for leaving them to
bring the Captain back. He should
have stayed with them until they all got off the mountain. Once again he sat and just stared out
his hotel window. Looking up into
the mountains and hoping against hope for any sign that they were still
alive. He still held out hope
that after the first snowstorm had hit there would be a thaw before the
winter set in and the pass would be clear. He shook his head as he looked out;
the entire mountain was covered in a white fog. As flakes began to fall in town, he
knew another storm had hit the mountain and there was little if any chance
Heyes and Kid would be able to make it out before spring. He prayed the cabin was in good enough
shape to offer them shelter. As
he pushed himself up from his chair he sighed, knowing he was about to send
the most difficult telegram he had ever sent. ***
It
was colder than usual for an October morning. Laurie got up early and headed into
town. She had some errands to do
and she was hoping to get a telegram from Heyes telling her when he would
return. He had sent one telling
her about the hostages and she told him to go save them. She knew he and Kid would be their
only chance if they had been taken into the mountains. That was days ago and she hadn't heard
anything since. She hoped today
would be the day Heyes would tell her he was coming home. Sarah
was helping Laurie with her errands this morning. Doris was watching the two women from
the hotel porch as she waited for Laurie to join her. Mr. Quimby walked out of the telegraph
office and almost directly into the women. "Mr. Quimby, how are you
today?" Laurie asked. Seeing the telegram in his hand
she offered, "Would you like me to deliver that for you?" Mr.
Quimby's face went pale. "It's for you," he quietly said and he
handed it to her. Laurie
looked at Mr. Quimby and then his hand as her blood ran cold. She took the telegram from him and
read it. Before anyone could
react Laurie's legs gave way and she collapsed on the street. Sarah knelt down next to Laurie and put
her arms on her shoulders trying to get Laurie's attention but got no
response. Doris saw what happened
and came running, yelling for Walter and the doctor all the way. Laurie didn't move or say anything
until Sam came bounding in and began to lick her face. "Oh,
Sam," Laurie said reaching up to pet her dog. Looking up and seeing people look down
at her, she realizing she was on the ground. Embarrassed, she quickly stood up and
brushed herself off. "Well
Sam, it's time to go home," she said matter of factly. "Laurie,"
Doris said with concern.
"What happened? The
doctor is on his way, let's get you in the shade and have a seat." "I'm
fine Doris," Laurie responded.
"It's getting late and I want to get home before dark." "Laurie,
you should see the doctor," Sarah said. "You're white as a
ghost. You have to remember what
the doctor told you this morning.
You have to take care of yourself. You have to save your strength." A
sad smile spread across Laurie's face, "I'm fine." Laurie turned to walk away. "Please
dear," Doris implored.
"You must see the doctor.
Joshua..." Laurie
interrupted Doris by handing her the telegram then turned and started to walk
home. To: Laurie Smith, Small Falls From: Lom Trevors, Lewistown Snowstorm came
through a few nights ago. The
snow has sealed the pass to the mountain. No other way down. No sign of Joshua or Thaddeus yet. I will keep looking for them. I'm sorry. Lom Doris
put her hand to her face and gasped.
"Oh my! Laurie dear," she said running after her. "Laurie!" she called. Laurie
continued to walk not hearing anything.
Doris
finally caught up to her and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Laurie," she said and
pulled her into a hug. "My dear, are you okay?" "I'm
fine Doris," Laurie said in a trance like tone. "Laurie,
dear," Doris said as Sarah reached the two of them. Doris handed her the telegram. "I'm
fine," Laurie repeated.
"Now if you would excuse me, I would like to get home before it
gets dark." "Stay
with Walter and me," Doris said. "Can't,"
Laurie said. "I have a lot
to do before Joshua gets home. I
need to go home." "But..."
Doris started but was interrupted by Laurie. "Doris,
they're fine," Laurie said.
"I know they're okay, I feel it." "Please,"
Doris said. "No,"
Laurie said shaking her head. "Laurie,"
Sarah said quietly. "I have
been wondering what it was like to live on my own. Do you think I could come and stay
with you for a few days, until Joshua gets home? Just so I could find out?" Laurie
looked at her friend, "Sarah, I'm fine." "Yes,"
Sarah said. "I know. It's just I might not get the
opportunity again. With Joshua and Thaddeus out of town it wouldn't be
improper for me to stay at your house.
Plus we can sit up and talk about the boys. You can tell me all the things
Thaddeus likes and his bad habits so I'll be prepared when he comes
home." She smiled at Laurie.
Laurie
giggled. "I guess we could
do that. Poor Thaddeus, he won't
know what hit him when he gets home." Doris
smiled and nodded at Sarah. Then
mouthed, ‘Thank you'. Sarah
looped her arm in Laurie's and they set off to get some of Sarah's things
before returning to the house. Doris
turned to Walter and pleaded, "Walter, please do something, the doctor
said..." "Sshh,"
Walter interrupted, "She needs to do this for herself. Sarah will be with her just in
case. She'll make it through the
night and tomorrow we will go out and get her." Doris tried to smile but the tears in
her eyes gave her feelings away.
"I know dear," he said as he pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry. We'll be there for her. Right now she has to deal with the
probability of losing her husband.
As long as Sarah is with her, we have to respect her
wishes." Walter held Doris
as she wept. ***
Kid
and Heyes were sitting by the fire, drinking coffee when Rachael peaked out
from the curtained area.
"Mr. Smith," she exclaimed as she ran to him and wrapped her
arms around him. "You're
okay!" Heyes
chuckled and hugged the little girl back, "Yes, I'm fine." "I
was so worried." She looked at Heyes and appeared to him as all
eyes. "You were so still and
your face," she said as she touched Heyes' cheek. "It was blue." Tears began to well in her eyes. Heyes
smiled at her opening his arms, "Well, I'm not blue today am
I?" Rachael smiled, shook
her head no and jumped into Heyes' lap giving him a big hug. Daniel
ran out from the curtain and stopped in front of Kid, he looked at Rachael in
Heyes' lap and then at Kid. Kid
smiled, putting his arm out, "Come on," he said. "Just be careful." Margaret
appeared just as Daniel was climbing into Kid's arms, "Daniel, no!"
"It's
okay, he knows to be careful." Margaret
smiled at Kid. "I'm
glad to see you up and about Joshua," she said with a smile. Heyes
smiled and nodded. "Well,
since both of you appear to be occupied, I'll make breakfast." Heyes
jumped up almost tossing Rachael on to the floor. He caught her in time and carefully
placed her on the chair. Kid
tried getting up but with Daniel occupying his one good arm he was a little
slower. "Margaret,"
Heyes called after her.
"That's okay, you made breakfast yesterday, I think it's my turn."
Turning,
Margaret looked at Heyes and then at Kid and back to Heyes. "You were almost on your death
bed yesterday and Thaddeus is struggling to stand up with Daniel." She paused a second and looked
directly at Heyes, "Was the oatmeal that bad yesterday? I mean you should be resting, taking
it easy and instead you jump up just at the thought of me cooking." Heyes
hesitated, trying to find the right words to say and not to hurt her
feelings. His eyes drifted to
Kid, but he gave him no help as Kid rolled his eyes looking at the ceiling. Finally, with a little shrug and an
apologetic look on his face, Heyes nodded his head ever so slightly. Margaret's
shoulders sank. "You
probably aren't used to cooking over an open fire," Heyes said trying to
defuse some of the hurt. Margaret
looked up at him and sighed, "No, Joshua it has nothing to do with where
I cook. I don't know how to
cook. I've never really been
allowed to cook. We've always had
people doing it for us. I was always told to stay out of the kitchen; shoo,
go away was all I ever heard when I tried to go see what was going
on." She stopped and looked
at Heyes, a smile slowly formed on her face, "Joshua, do you think I
could watch you? Maybe you could
show me what to do?" she asked with hope in her voice. Heyes
chuckled and nodded. "Does
this mean we don't have to eat mama's cooking anymore?" Rachael asked as she stood up and
looked over the back of the chair. "No
more of my cooking," Margaret replied. "That is until Joshua teaches
me. I mean, if that is okay with
you. I don't want you to think...." Heyes
put a reassuring hand on her arm, "I don't think anything. And I don't mind. Thaddeus will be able to help out soon
too." Kid
nodded in agreement. "We'll
need to get some snow for water and then let's go see what we can dig up in
the storeroom." "Oh
can I get the snow?" Rachael
pleaded. "Sure,
take the pot and fill it," Heyes said. "I'll
help," Kid said finally standing up after Daniel got down. Rachael
and Daniel ran over to the door and yanked it open. They stopped dead in their tracks as
they looked out at the snow falling heavily. Margaret walked over and wrapped her
arms around her children's shoulders as she looked outside. Swallowing hard she quietly said,
"Guess we won't be going anywhere soon." Heyes
and Kid walked to the door.
"We're going to be here for a while," Heyes replied
quietly. "Thaddeus,
why don't you get the snow? The
children don't have coats."
Kid nodded and Rachael handed him the pot. "Margaret, let's get the supplies
for breakfast." Nodding,
she followed him into the storeroom and stopped. Tears filled her eyes. "We're going to die here aren't
we?" Heyes
turned to look at her; she stood there trembling. Very calmly he said, "No, we're
not going to die here. We have
shelter and enough wood to keep us warm." Motioning to the sacks in the
storeroom he said, "And we have enough food to get us through until the
spring thaw. It won't be fancy,
but it will keep us alive." Margaret
studied Joshua's face. He had
been a stranger just a few days ago.
She had no reason to believe him but looking at his face, she felt
reassured. He was so confident he
had to be right. She blinked the
tears back, took a deep breath and stood up as straight as she could. "That's
it," Heyes said giving her a dimpled smile. "Now let's see what we have
here." They
began to look through the sacks to see what they had. Even though Heyes had sorted through
them several times before, he hadn't really taken inventory of what was
there. He had been just going
through the motions. They
gathered a slab of bacon and the ingredients to make biscuits. Margaret
opened a sack and pulled out a bunch of roots, "Roots? Why on earth
would they have roots?" Heyes
turned and looked, "Great find, I must have missed them. They're sassafras roots. We can make sassafras tea for the
children. It will help keep them
warm and the Indians also use it for medicine. Well," Heyes said, looking at the
gathered supplies. "I think
we have enough for a hearty breakfast, ready for your first cooking
lesson?" Margaret
smiled and shook her head enthusiastically, all traces of worry erased from
her face. "Then
let's start," Heyes said picking up the pile and heading into the main
room. Kid
was sitting by the fire playing tug of war with Daniel. Well, Kid held the
piece of rope with his one good hand while Daniel pulled and danced around
with the other end. Rachael sat
watching in amusement. Looking
up from Daniel, Kid eyed the pile of supplies in both Heyes' and Margaret's
arms. "Joshua, you do know
there are only five of us in the cabin?" Kid smirked. "Sure
do Thaddeus," Heyes said as he put his pile on the table. "No harm in having a hearty
breakfast and this way Margaret can learn a whole bunch all at once." Heyes placed his hands on his hips and
looked satisfied at the supplies. "You
certainly do like to teach, Joshua," Kid stated. Heyes
nodded and smiled broadly. "Just
one thing," Kid said as he turned to look at Heyes, "Don't teach
Margaret how to make coffee.
Won't want her to have to go through life with that hanging over her
head." Heyes'
smile dropped instantly to a scowl as he stared at Kid. "Oh,
I already know how to make coffee," Margaret stated cheerfully missing
the whole interaction going on between the partners. "I use to get up before everyone
else. Celia would let me sit on
the counter and watch her make the coffee. She always told me that a lady should
always know how to make a good cup of coffee." She sighed, "I've never been
allowed to make it, but that's what she told me." Her head perked up and her eyes opened
wide, "Oh," she exclaimed, "I can make the coffee! Oh please, Joshua," she said
grabbing and pulling on his arm in excitement, "Please can I make the
coffee?" "Yes,"
Kid's voice boomed from the chair.
Looking at the disgusted look on Heyes' face he added, "I think
Margaret should give it a try."
He smiled at Heyes. Heyes
turned his sneer into a smile as he turned to Margaret, "Okay, you can
make the coffee." Margaret
jumped up and down like a schoolgirl, "Thank you!" She quickly ran to get the pot and
start the coffee. About
an hour later, they all sat down for a breakfast of pancakes, biscuits, bacon
and coffee. Kid lifted his cup
and looked into the dark brown liquid.
Bringing it up to his nose he said, "Sure smells good." Margaret
looked on wide-eyed waiting for the first sip. Kid
gave a slight nod to her and then took a sip, his eyes lit up. "Celia taught you well!" he
exclaimed. "This is good
coffee." Margaret
smiled ear to ear as she heard the words. She
looked at Heyes and waited for his approval. Heyes looked at her and how happy she
looked. He took a sip and nodded,
"Thaddeus is right, this is good coffee." Margaret
clapped her hands in front of her as she was bursting with pride. "Yes," she exclaimed,
"I did something right."
Looking down at the plates of food in front of her she added,
"Just wish my biscuits and pancakes looked as nice as Joshua's." "Looks
aren't everything," Kid said taking a rather flat looking biscuit off
the plate. "I'm sure it
tastes just fine," he said as he took a bite and his mouth was suddenly
sucked in and stuck together. Margaret looked on in anticipation as he lifted
his coffee cup for a gulp hoping it would help pry his cheeks apart. "Good coffee," he said as he
lifted it in a toast and then took another sip. Margaret's
shoulders slumped. Heyes
patted her hand, "It's your first try, don't worry, Thaddeus is a picky
eater." Margaret
sat up straight and with a stiff upper lip stated, "Well I guess it's a
good thing you made most of the food Joshua." Taking a bite of a biscuit she made
she added, "We can use my biscuits for," she paused and thought,
"Building blocks. Look
Daniel, you'll have something to play with when they cool off." Daniel looked as his mother confused
and then smiled, stood up and gave her a hug. "You'll
get the hang of it Margaret," Kid said. Margaret
gave him a half smile and a shrug.
"In
any case, I believe you will be in charge of the coffee from now on. Maybe you can even teach Joshua."
Heyes
glared at Kid. Kid smirked back;
he just loved to needle Heyes. It
was just so easy to get under his skin about his coffee. Heyes gave a little snort realizing
what Kid was doing, "Yep, Margaret, maybe you could teach me how to make
coffee. Now let's eat," he
said as he picked up a pile of pancakes, obviously by their appearance, made
by Margaret and placed them on the plate in front of Kid and smiled. A smile that reached his eyes as he
said, "Enjoy Thaddeus.
Remember, you got to eat so you can get your strength back and your
shoulder can heal." Kid's
smile disappeared as he looked at the pancakes. His eyes drifted up to Heyes' whose
eyes sparkled as they returned the gaze.
"Thank you Joshua," Kid said knowing he had just been paid
back. ***
The
day progressed slowly as they all took turns looking out the door and
watching the snow come down. It
was eerily quiet with the exception of an occasional squawk from a bird or a
snort from the horses. Kid,
Rachael and Daniel sat in front of the fireplace. Kid was playing solitaire with the
deck of cards he always carried in his saddlebag. Rachael and Daniel watched as he tried
to explain to them how the game was played. Heyes
and Margaret busied themselves preparing a vegetable stew for dinner to go
along with the left over biscuits from the morning. When all was done and the stew was
hanging over the fire, Heyes looked around for something to do. Noticing the cot he had slept in the
night before was still by the fire, he went over to move it. He picked up the end and started
dragging it towards the curtained area. "Joshua,
what are you doing?"
Margaret asked as she sat down next to Daniel. "I'm
just putting the cot back behind the curtain," he answered. "Oh," he said as he stood
up. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if it was alright for me to go back
there." "Don't
be silly, of course it's alright.
The only thing back there are the two cots," Margaret
replied. "Oh,"
Heyes said bending over to pick up the cot again. "But
why are you moving the cot?"
Margaret asked. Heyes
stood up again and now was a little confused. "Because you only have two cots
back there," he said pointing to the curtain. "There are three of you." "But
you," Margaret started and then gasped lightly. "Oh, my. You were going to sleep on the floor
again." "Yes
ma'am. There are five of us, and
only four cots. One of us will
have to sleep on the floor. Right
now the logical choice appears to be me." "Joshua,
no. Daniel can sleep with me on
my cot." Heyes
was about to protest when Rachael spoke up, "It's okay Mr. Smith. Daniel has been sleeping with mama
since we got here. No one has
been using that cot." Margaret's
face turned red and Heyes chuckled lightly, "Well if you're sure it's
not an inconvenience, I would be much obliged. It's a little cold on the
floor." Heyes bent over and
picked up the end of the cot, "Guess I'll just move it over there by
Thaddeus' and get it out of the middle of the floor then." ***
After
dinner, Kid sat with a satisfied look on his face. "You did a good job with the stew
Margaret." "Thank
you Thaddeus but really all I did was chop the vegetables. Joshua did the rest." "Well
then you chopped very nice.
Everything was just the right size." Heyes
pushed himself up from the table, "Well Thaddeus, I think I should take
a look at your shoulder. Let me go take care of the horses and when I get
back, I'll check it out." "Oh
can I come?" Rachael said as she jumped up out of her chair. "Me
too," Daniel yelled as he quickly got up and ran to stand next to his
sister. Heyes
looked at both children with their pleading faces, "I'm sorry, not
tonight," was all he got out before the children interrupted him with
their pleas. "Children,"
Margaret said sternly as she walked up behind them and wrapped her arms
around them. "Mr. Smith is
right. It is still snowing. It's dark and you have no other
clothes to go play in the snow with or to get warm in once you come
back." She paused and hugged
them tightly to her, "I'm sorry." Heyes
looked at the group and then remembered.
"I have a book in my saddlebag. How about after I take care of the
horses and Thaddeus' shoulder, I read some of it to you?" Margaret
looked up at Heyes and smiled. "That
would be wonderful, thank you.
Now children, why don't you get some blankets you can lie on and set
them up by the fire while I clean the dishes and Mr. Smith takes care of the
horses." ***
Fifteen
minutes later, Heyes opened the cabin door, stomping the snow off his boots
before entering. "Horses are taken care of," he said as he hung his
coat by the door. "Thaddeus,
guess it's time to take care of you," Heyes turned and scanned the
cabin. "Guess we should
probably do this in the storeroom." "Why
can't you look at it here? The
storeroom is cold," Margaret said. "I'll
be needin' to take my shirt off ma'am," Kid stated. "Oh,"
Margaret said blushing. "Don't
worry, it won't take long. I can
sit by the fire and have a cup of your coffee to warm up afterwards." Heyes
and Kid walked into the storeroom and closed the door. Heyes untied Kid's arm and helped him
take his shirt off. Heyes poked
at Kid's shoulder and then said, "How's it feel? Can you move it at
all?" Kid
winced and moved his arm slightly, "That's about it," he said and
frowned. "Still hurts like
the dickens." "It's
only been a couple of days, it's gonna hurt." Heyes paused and maneuvered Kid's arm
a little. "I think it looks
pretty good. I think we can leave
it untied just as long as you take it easy and let it heal." "Don't
think that's gonna be a problem," Kid said glumly as he shook his
head. "How do we keep
gettin' in these messes Heyes?" "Wish
I knew Kid," Heyes said sounding depressed. "Guess we have to make up for a
lot of things in life." "Heyes,"
Kid said sounding concerned.
"You don't really believe that do you?" "Well
then you explain how these things keep happening to us. I mean we try to do a good deed and
get stuck in a cabin with a mother and two kids for the entire winter. They can't even go out because they
only have the clothes on their backs." Heyes stopped suddenly and a sparkle
grew in his eyes. Kid
smiled when he saw the look.
"What's the plan?" he asked. Heyes
looked curiously at Kid. "I
know that look, you're cookin' up somethin'," he said as he struggled to
put his shirt on over his injured shoulder. Heyes
noticed and gave him a hand, absently buttoned Kid's shirt as he talked. "We have all these sacks of
supplies. There are even some old
ones in the corner." Kid
looked on intently trying to figure out what Heyes was getting at and then
the smile grew on Kid's face.
"Just like when were kids.
Remember that Heyes?"
Kid laughed as he remembered the makeshift outfits they made out of
sacks when their mothers said they couldn't go back out in the snow cause all
their clothes were still wet.
There was going to be a snowman making contest and they insisted they
had to practice. "We
could barely move in those outfits we made. I fell down in the snow and I couldn't
bend my legs to get up. You tried
to help me and got stuck too!
Good thing our pas found us or we would have frozen to
death." They laughed. "Good thing they were too busy
laughing at us to tan our hides."
"Yeah,
but they did keep us warm and mostly dry," Heyes said with a smile. "This time we're wiser,
we'll learn from our mistakes."
Kid nodded and then Heyes added, "Let's keep this between us
until we finish them, just in case they don't turn out any better." Kid
nodded in agreement. "Well,
I'm ready for some of Margaret's coffee." He started towards the door. Turning back to Heyes he asked,
"What's this about a book in your saddlebag?" Heyes
was retrieving the brown wrapped package as Kid asked. Heyes showed it to Kid. "You
okay Heyes?" "Yeah
Kid, I'm okay," Heyes said quietly. "So
what's the book?" "Don't
know. I haven't had a chance to look at it." "And
you offered to read it. What if
it ain’t proper?" "Kid,
it's from Laurie," Heyes said as he carefully opened the brown paper
making sure not to rip it. He
looked at the book and then held it up for Kid to see. "Adventures
of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain," Kid said as he read the cover. "Another book from that Twain
guy. Still say that's an
alias." "Could
be," Heyes chuckled.
"Let's get some coffee and entertain the children. We can start on the outfits
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