know about you. There can’t be anything that would change the way I feel about you. What is it?”
“Around the middle of March, I’m going to have a baby.”
He sat there with a stunned look on his face. He swallowed loudly, stood up quickly, turned in a circle as though he was dizzy or confused.
“Roscoe Brown’s baby?”
“Of course, it’s Roscoe’s baby. Why would you even ask that?”
“I’m not sure I want children and I sure as hell don’t want some other man’s kid. Especially that brute of a man. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That’s what the doctor told you when he examined you the other day, isn’t it? ”
My heart broke into a million pieces when he told me that. Here I was thanking my lucky stars that I had found love so quickly after losing my beloved. But, alas, it was not to be. How could my broken heart be so fickle?
I stood, excused myself and went back into the house.
“I’m so sorry, Rose. I knew how Nathan felt about having children, but I thought it best for him to tell you. I am so, so, sorry.”
“Can you take me into town?”
“You don’t have to leave right at this minute. Give him time to think it over. Perhaps, you two can reach some kind of understanding.”
“Oh. I understand completely. How could I have been so blind?”
“Love is blind, my dear. However a broken heart will mend, given time. Let me get a wrap, the buggy is all hooked up and we can leave immediately.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
We arrived in town and I asked Mildred to take me directly to the livery stable. That’s where my rickety old wagon was supposed to be. I climbed down from the buggy, turned and looked Mildred in the eye.
“Thank you so much for your kindness. You’ll be in my prayers for a long time. If I can ever help you in any way, please don’t hesitate to ask. Thank you again. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye my dear. I’ll keep you in my prayers.”
I walked into the livery stable and was met by a small man.
I’m five feet five inches and he was several inches shorter than me. I had seen small men like him in Lewiston, but never close up.
He hopped down off a stool he was using to brush a horse.
“Good day to ye, ma’am, what kin I do for ye?”
“I understand you have my wagon here? My name is Brown. Mrs. Roscoe Brown.”
“I’m so sorry for yer loss, ma’am, Roscoe was a mighty fine man, yes indeed. Yes ma’am, I got yer wagon in the back. Will ye be needing it today, ma’am?”
“Yes please. It’s time I was heading home. I dawdled long enough. There’s plenty of work to be done.”
“Yes ma’am, ye just wait right here. I’ll be hitching up yer wagon.” He left and I heard him talking to the horse as he hitched it to the wagon. In a few minutes he came walking in the door.
“Yer wagon’s all hitched up and ready to go. Are ye gonna be able to drive a horse and wagon ma’am?”
“I watched my husband do it. I’m sure it can’t be all that hard to grasp.”
“I tell ye what. I’ll tie me mount to the back and go with ye. I can show ye what to do on the way. By the time we reach yer place ye’ll be handling the reins like a teamster. How’s that sound to ye?”
“I would be very much in your debt, Mr.?”
“Everybody calls me Tiny, because I’m so big.” He grinned a big grin from ear to ear.
“All right Mr. Tiny, I’m ready anytime you are.”
“I’ll just get me horse.” He tied his horse to the back of the wagon, then offered his arm and I accepted it. He helped me up onto the wagon seat, then he climbed up the wheel and sat beside me. He picked up the reigns, clicked to the horse, and we were off.
“Is it alright for you to be away from your business like this?”
“Oh sure, people’ll just help theirselves to whatever they need. If they need to stable their horse, they kin take the saddle off and put ‘em in a stall. The business kin run itself if need be. Besides, it wouldn’t matter no how. I’d help the widow of Roscoe Brown
“Around the middle of March, I’m going to have a baby.”
He sat there with a stunned look on his face. He swallowed loudly, stood up quickly, turned in a circle as though he was dizzy or confused.
“Roscoe Brown’s baby?”
“Of course, it’s Roscoe’s baby. Why would you even ask that?”
“I’m not sure I want children and I sure as hell don’t want some other man’s kid. Especially that brute of a man. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That’s what the doctor told you when he examined you the other day, isn’t it? ”
My heart broke into a million pieces when he told me that. Here I was thanking my lucky stars that I had found love so quickly after losing my beloved. But, alas, it was not to be. How could my broken heart be so fickle?
I stood, excused myself and went back into the house.
“I’m so sorry, Rose. I knew how Nathan felt about having children, but I thought it best for him to tell you. I am so, so, sorry.”
“Can you take me into town?”
“You don’t have to leave right at this minute. Give him time to think it over. Perhaps, you two can reach some kind of understanding.”
“Oh. I understand completely. How could I have been so blind?”
“Love is blind, my dear. However a broken heart will mend, given time. Let me get a wrap, the buggy is all hooked up and we can leave immediately.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
We arrived in town and I asked Mildred to take me directly to the livery stable. That’s where my rickety old wagon was supposed to be. I climbed down from the buggy, turned and looked Mildred in the eye.
“Thank you so much for your kindness. You’ll be in my prayers for a long time. If I can ever help you in any way, please don’t hesitate to ask. Thank you again. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye my dear. I’ll keep you in my prayers.”
I walked into the livery stable and was met by a small man.
I’m five feet five inches and he was several inches shorter than me. I had seen small men like him in Lewiston, but never close up.
He hopped down off a stool he was using to brush a horse.
“Good day to ye, ma’am, what kin I do for ye?”
“I understand you have my wagon here? My name is Brown. Mrs. Roscoe Brown.”
“I’m so sorry for yer loss, ma’am, Roscoe was a mighty fine man, yes indeed. Yes ma’am, I got yer wagon in the back. Will ye be needing it today, ma’am?”
“Yes please. It’s time I was heading home. I dawdled long enough. There’s plenty of work to be done.”
“Yes ma’am, ye just wait right here. I’ll be hitching up yer wagon.” He left and I heard him talking to the horse as he hitched it to the wagon. In a few minutes he came walking in the door.
“Yer wagon’s all hitched up and ready to go. Are ye gonna be able to drive a horse and wagon ma’am?”
“I watched my husband do it. I’m sure it can’t be all that hard to grasp.”
“I tell ye what. I’ll tie me mount to the back and go with ye. I can show ye what to do on the way. By the time we reach yer place ye’ll be handling the reins like a teamster. How’s that sound to ye?”
“I would be very much in your debt, Mr.?”
“Everybody calls me Tiny, because I’m so big.” He grinned a big grin from ear to ear.
“All right Mr. Tiny, I’m ready anytime you are.”
“I’ll just get me horse.” He tied his horse to the back of the wagon, then offered his arm and I accepted it. He helped me up onto the wagon seat, then he climbed up the wheel and sat beside me. He picked up the reigns, clicked to the horse, and we were off.
“Is it alright for you to be away from your business like this?”
“Oh sure, people’ll just help theirselves to whatever they need. If they need to stable their horse, they kin take the saddle off and put ‘em in a stall. The business kin run itself if need be. Besides, it wouldn’t matter no how. I’d help the widow of Roscoe Brown
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