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fall in love—he refused. I was so angry, that I wrote them a long letter and slipped out in the middle of the night to come to you. I didn’t let them know I was marrying you, and I didn’t say where I was going, only that I would be taken care of and safe.”
She sighed. “I’m really sorry, Nicholas. I thought I was doing the right thing, or at least I thought it would work out to be the right thing. I saw it as an opportunity and I took it. Now, I keep having these horrible dreams that my father and brothers come to take me back. They’re always so angry and ugly, and I never have a chance to save you.”
By now she was crying and Nicholas could no longer remain aloof. “Five brothers?” he asked, his forehead wrinkling up in disbelief.
Daughtry only cried all the more and nodded her head. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want them to take me away.” She nearly wailed the words, and Nicholas began to chuckle.
“No one is going to take you away from me, Daughtry. Especially not now, not after all this time has passed between us. You’re a grown woman, and you made your choice. You’re a married woman, and you belong with me.” His words forcefully placed the boundaries for Daughtry to see.
“What’s done is done,” he added. “You can’t let them worry about you, though. And you can’t go on having nightmares every night. I have to believe that this father of yours must be someone pretty special. Otherwise, it wouldn’t upset you so much. Tomorrow we’ll go to town and you can telephone them, or we’ll send a telegram. Either way, you have to let them know what you’ve done and that you’re all right.”
“You aren’t mad at me?” she asked through her tears.
Nicholas opened his arms to her with a smile, and Daughtry nestled down eagerly. “How could I be mad at you?” he whispered and reached over to turn down the lamp. “I love you.”
Chapter 9
D aughtry felt November’s chill air breathe down her damp back. She was working to pull out the last of the brush that had once surrounded her house. Rising up and stretching, Daughtry relished the sun, mild as it was, and put her face upward to catch every single ray. Winter was soon to be upon them and, by all the signs, Daughtry feared it might be a difficult one.
Nicholas watched his wife from his vantage point in the barn loft. She grew more beautiful every day, and every day he knew he loved her more. How good of God to throw them together. He observed her as she went back to work, thinking back to the day they’d gone to the post office and mailed the letter to her father and mother.
“I don’t think I can do this, Nicholas,” she had said in a pleading tone that begged him to let her forget the whole thing.
“You have to,” he’d insisted firmly. “Nothing bad will come of it, Daughtry. If your folks come here, they’ll see how happy you are, and they won’t even want you to leave.”
At least Nicholas hoped things would work out that way. He continued to watch Daughtry, but he was thinking now of his own parents. They’d be livid if he’d pulled such a stunt, but then they were always critical of the choices he’d made in life. If it weren’t for them, however, he might never have met and married Daughtry, and that would have been a pity.
Turning his attention back to the work at hand, Nicholas was surprised when Daughtry called up to him in a frantic voice.
“Nicholas! Someone’s coming!”
Like he’d done as a child, Nicholas jumped from the loft to the stacked bales of hay, then to the floor of the barn. He bounded out quickly to note the three horseback riders approaching from the west.
“Oh, Nick,” Daughtry whimpered. “I just know it’s my father and brothers.”
“At least he only brought two,” Nicholas said with a smile. “Go on in the house. You wait there for me, and I’ll talk to them first. You’ll see, Daughtry. It’s going to be all right.”
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Daughtry did as she was
She sighed. “I’m really sorry, Nicholas. I thought I was doing the right thing, or at least I thought it would work out to be the right thing. I saw it as an opportunity and I took it. Now, I keep having these horrible dreams that my father and brothers come to take me back. They’re always so angry and ugly, and I never have a chance to save you.”
By now she was crying and Nicholas could no longer remain aloof. “Five brothers?” he asked, his forehead wrinkling up in disbelief.
Daughtry only cried all the more and nodded her head. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want them to take me away.” She nearly wailed the words, and Nicholas began to chuckle.
“No one is going to take you away from me, Daughtry. Especially not now, not after all this time has passed between us. You’re a grown woman, and you made your choice. You’re a married woman, and you belong with me.” His words forcefully placed the boundaries for Daughtry to see.
“What’s done is done,” he added. “You can’t let them worry about you, though. And you can’t go on having nightmares every night. I have to believe that this father of yours must be someone pretty special. Otherwise, it wouldn’t upset you so much. Tomorrow we’ll go to town and you can telephone them, or we’ll send a telegram. Either way, you have to let them know what you’ve done and that you’re all right.”
“You aren’t mad at me?” she asked through her tears.
Nicholas opened his arms to her with a smile, and Daughtry nestled down eagerly. “How could I be mad at you?” he whispered and reached over to turn down the lamp. “I love you.”
Chapter 9
D aughtry felt November’s chill air breathe down her damp back. She was working to pull out the last of the brush that had once surrounded her house. Rising up and stretching, Daughtry relished the sun, mild as it was, and put her face upward to catch every single ray. Winter was soon to be upon them and, by all the signs, Daughtry feared it might be a difficult one.
Nicholas watched his wife from his vantage point in the barn loft. She grew more beautiful every day, and every day he knew he loved her more. How good of God to throw them together. He observed her as she went back to work, thinking back to the day they’d gone to the post office and mailed the letter to her father and mother.
“I don’t think I can do this, Nicholas,” she had said in a pleading tone that begged him to let her forget the whole thing.
“You have to,” he’d insisted firmly. “Nothing bad will come of it, Daughtry. If your folks come here, they’ll see how happy you are, and they won’t even want you to leave.”
At least Nicholas hoped things would work out that way. He continued to watch Daughtry, but he was thinking now of his own parents. They’d be livid if he’d pulled such a stunt, but then they were always critical of the choices he’d made in life. If it weren’t for them, however, he might never have met and married Daughtry, and that would have been a pity.
Turning his attention back to the work at hand, Nicholas was surprised when Daughtry called up to him in a frantic voice.
“Nicholas! Someone’s coming!”
Like he’d done as a child, Nicholas jumped from the loft to the stacked bales of hay, then to the floor of the barn. He bounded out quickly to note the three horseback riders approaching from the west.
“Oh, Nick,” Daughtry whimpered. “I just know it’s my father and brothers.”
“At least he only brought two,” Nicholas said with a smile. “Go on in the house. You wait there for me, and I’ll talk to them first. You’ll see, Daughtry. It’s going to be all right.”
❧
Daughtry did as she was
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