Blurb:
When
schoolteacher Elsie Mitchell meets rugged William Benton on a train platform in
Albany, it appears they have nothing in common. He isn’t the sort of fellow a
proper young woman of the 1890s would ever speak to, much less become involved
with. But when she arrives at her small town in the Adirondack Mountains, Elsie
is offered a job as caregiver for this mysterious out-of-towner’s niece and
nephew, who’ve been tragically orphaned. Heartbroken for them, she accepts.
Unknown
to her, William is an undercover Pinkerton agent posing as a lumber-company
foreman. He’s never wanted family—his work is too dangerous. Yet as Elsie
transforms his house into a home and he spends time with the children, he feels
drawn to family life—and to Elsie.
1st Chapter:
1890s Adirondack Mountains New
York State
“My trunk!” Elsie Mitchell
watched in horror as her trunk fell off the over packed porter’s wagon,
spilling its contents onto the platform at the Albany train station. Grasping
at her skirts, she ran along the damp cobblestones to rescue her garments. The
porter rushed to right the trunk while Elsie knelt in the cold drizzle and
began stuffing her skirts and blouses back inside. “Thank you for your help.”
Steadying the trunk, he said,
“I’m afraid I got caught up wanting to get everyone to the train on time and I
overloaded the cart.” The rotund man looked at her in dismay. “There won’t be
another train heading up to the Adirondacks until next week.”
Elsie cast a furtive glance at an
older well-dressed couple who scur- ried by her. A plume of black smoke belched
from the great engine. She had to be home later today. After a two-week break,
she needed time to prepare for the upcoming school session. She gathered up
another blouse and a lace petticoat, cramming them inside the trunk. “I must be
on this train.” Needing the porter’s help, she reached into her reticule,
retrieving a coin from the last of her travel allotment. She gave the money to
him.
An older woman stopped by and
whispered some words to the porter, who shook his head. Then she opened her
hand to show off not one but two coins. Giving Elsie a brief “Sorry, miss,” he
hurried off to earn the tip.
If she was to make this train,
there wasn’t a moment left to give the porter’s desertion another thought. She
knelt among her things, praying she’d be able to leave today.
The answer to her prayer came in
the form of a Good Samaritan who bent down next to her, handing her a pair of
white pantaloons. Ever so grateful for the extra help, Elsie took them and then
gasped in shock when she realized the hand helping her belonged to a man ruggedly
dressed like a lumberjack about to head up the mountain. A thick, reddish-brown
beard covered most of his face, making it hard for her to discern what he
really looked like.
“Thank you, but I don’t need any
help.” Embarrassed that this stranger had a full view of her underthings, she
avoided meeting his gaze, quickly putting the garment in the trunk.
“The train will be pulling out in
a few minutes. I’m thinking you mean to get on board before then,” he said.
Deciding it would be better to
accept this benevolent stranger’s help than miss the train, Elsie gave him a
brisk nod. Past his shoulder she spotted two young children standing a short
distance behind him, a boy and a girl, similar in height. Elsie guessed them to
be about seven or eight years old. Safely under the cover of the platform
canopy, the boy held the girl’s hand snugly inside his while she had her free
arm wrapped securely around a rag doll with golden hair that was a near match
to the child’s. Elsie straightened for a better look at them, her heart
thudding against her rib cage.
As a schoolteacher in the Adirondack mountain
village of Heartston, New York, where she was returning, Elsie prided herself
on how intuitively she knew the needs of her students. And now captivated by
the expressions on these little ones’ faces, she couldn’t take her eyes from
the pair.
The children seemed to be
watching them, their expressions lost and forlorn. She swung her gaze back to
the man helping her, asking, “Are those children with you?”
“They are.”
When a moment passed and he
offered no more explanation, her natural curiosity had her wondering where he’d
come from and where he would be heading with the children. They looked so
alone. What had happened to them? There didn’t seem to be anyone other than
this man accompanying them. She wondered where their mother was. She said, “I
can handle the repacking of my trunk. You should get back to your children.”
“The children are fine, and I’ve
no doubt you can finish this on your own.” The stranger’s mouth quirked upward,
and then he said, “But if you don’t get a move on, you’re going to miss the
train. So why don’t you let me be of service?”
Much to her vexation, he began
again to hand her odds and ends of undergarments. Shaking his head, he asked,
“How can one woman possibly need all these things?”
She thought surely his wife must
have all these basics in her ward- robe. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw
him pick up a pair of black stockings. These were one of the few things she
splurged on with her schoolteacher’s salary, and she didn’t want him to ruin
them. She forced herself to stand stock-still as they slipped through his worn
fingers into her outstretched hand.
Elsie put the stockings in the
trunk, then pushed the lid down, only to be met with resistance. Leaning her
full weight into it, she let out a very unladylike grunt. When that didn’t
work, she sat on top of the trunk, trying to push the bulging mess closed.
She gave one last little wiggle,
hoping that would do the trick. She felt the gentleman’s hand on her shoulder.
She stood, stepping aside to give him room to try his luck. Laying his large
hands on top of the stubborn trunk, he pressed down hard. The top resisted his
strength, too.
“I think I see the problem.”
Settling the open lid back on its hinges, he reached in and pulled out a small
pistol that had jammed itself in the hinge when the trunk was upended.
He dangled the butt of the gun
between his forefinger and thumb. “The derringer was a gift from my father.”
She’d pleaded with him
for the chance to travel
unchaperoned, and he had finally given in, agreeing to let her go unaccompanied
only if she carried the pistol for protection.
She took the gun from the stranger’s
hand and confidently placed it in the only empty space left in the trunk.
“And this?” He held up the black
leather-bound Bible with a questioning look.
“If you must know, my mother
insists I travel with one of our family’s Bibles.”
Now he didn’t hide his wide grin.
“You sound like an interesting woman, one who travels with petticoats, a
pistol, and the Good Book. Though it seems to me the book and the gun won’t do
you any good locked away in your trunk.” “There wasn’t room in my travel bag
for any of it.”
Finally able to slam the trunk
shut, she secured the lock and motioned for the porter to put it on the train.
Turning, she quickly thanked the man who had helped her, hiked up her skirts,
took one last look at the children, and boarded the train.
****
Shaking his head, William Benton
watched the young woman disappear into the train car. Wrangling with the pretty
young lady with the astonishing violet eyes had been the one bright spot in his
week.
He glanced over at the two small
children in his company—the little girl who hadn’t spoken to anyone other than
her brother since the day of their parents’ death and the boy who protected
her. Seven-year- old twins, Minnie and Harry Harper were the children of his
late sister and brother-in-law, Amelia and Jason.
Mustering up a smile, Will made
his way over to them. He’d been preparing for this trip from Albany to
Heartston while recovering from a gunshot wound. The relocation had been
planned. The hole in his shoulder and taking in the children had not. As a Pinkerton
agent, William Benton’s life was a secret. Even his family had no idea how he’d
been making a living. They thought he was a drifter. Which was why he still
couldn’t believe his older sister, Mary Beth, had arrived on his doorstep
earlier this week expecting him to take in these children with no more than a
mere minute’s notice.
Helping the children gather their
belongings, he led them to the steps where they would board the train.
Looking down at the two little
ones, Will felt a heaviness settle in his heart. He couldn’t begin to imagine
the changes these children had had to bear over the recent months. And now they
were dependent on the likes of him.
Squatting down to be at eye level
with them, he asked, “Have you two been on a train before?”
“Nope. I read about them in a
book Ma bought me for Christmas last year,” Harry replied. Scuffing his toe in
the dirt, the boy looked downright dejected. “Aunt Mary Beth threw it away. She
said it was too tattered to keep.”
Swallowing hard, Will forced down
the anger he was feeling toward his sister. “Looks like we’ll just have to find
you a better book.”
“Okay,” the boy replied, even though he didn’t
sound very convinced. “Uncle Will, how long is this train ride going to take?”
“We’ll be there before sundown.”
A fleeting look crossed the boy’s
face as he gave his sister’s hand a quick squeeze. Will didn’t have time to
discern what all that could mean because it was their turn to board. As he
escorted the children onto the train, he couldn’t help what came naturally to
him. He cautiously scanned the space around them to find some empty seats.
Seated to their right was an
older couple. Up ahead was a young man slouched down with a cowboy hat pulled
low over his brow, and in the row behind him sat the young woman with eyes the
color of spring violets. Will noticed she’d gotten herself in order and her
black hair was now tucked up under her plain brown bonnet.
He couldn’t resist tipping his
hat to her when they walked by. He barely made eye contact with her before she turned
her head to stare out the soot-stained window. He gave a slight shake of his
head, amused by how set she was on ignoring him. He settled the children in
some empty seats five rows past her. Minnie and Harry shared the inside seat
while Will took the aisle one. Stretching out his long legs, he crossed his
feet at the ankles, staring ahead at the seat back in front of him.
He liked to use his travel time
to think about his next assignment. According to the updated dossier he’d
received last week, there was intelligence reporting that the thief the agency
had been tracking could be making his way to the mountains with stolen railroad
bonds worth thousands of dollars.
Masquerading as a foreman for the
Oliver Lumber Company, Will had let his hair and beard grow long as part of his
disguise. He swept his hand down the length of his scraggly beard in
frustration. How was he going to be able to do his assignment and care for
these children at the same time? Would he be able to provide a decent home for
them once they arrived in Heartston? At least he’d had the wherewithal to send
a telegraph to his Pinkerton contact in Heartston two days ago informing him of
his change in circumstance. The reply had been simple . . . his charges would
be looked after.
Not knowing what to expect, Will
was certain of one thing: his priorities had changed. He’d gone from a loner to
a man who had two children trusting him with their lives. He would not leave
these children in the care of just anyone. Trust and faith had never come easy
for him, and now both were being tested. The sharp twinge of pain in his arm
reminded him that things could go wrong in an instant. Getting shot hadn’t been
in his plan when attempting to capture the pickpocket, but he was dedicated to
his job and what it stood for. He knew full well that once a Pinkerton’s real
identity was discovered, he was rendered useless.
They were two hours into the
train ride when it became apparent to Will that something was drastically wrong
with Minnie. Her face had become as white as a sheet, and the poor girl was
clutching her brother’s hand so tightly her knuckles were bleached. The hairs
on the back of Will’s neck prickled as a sense of unease settled over him like
a dark storm cloud. Leaning forward in his seat, Will whispered to Harry, who
looked as scared as he felt. “Harry. What’s wrong with your sister? She doesn’t
look well.”
The boy’s lower lip trembled. Turning
toward him, the boy whispered, “I think it’s her stomach. She gets sick
whenever we travel.”
Suddenly Will remembered the look
the two of them had exchanged before boarding the train. He had a feeling that
sooner rather than later Minnie would be emptying her stomach.
He spotted one of the wrappers
that had held the sandwiches they’d eaten when they first boarded the train.
Minnie made a strange sound. Just as her mouth opened, Will shoved the wrapper
underneath her quivering chin. Who knew that small of a stomach could hold so
much food? Will thought grimly as he opened the window and tossed the offending
wrapper out. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he did his best to wipe
her face and hands.
The poor girl was shivering. He didn’t know
what to do. He reached out to her, but Minnie shrank back toward her brother.
He felt all thumbs and realized with a tug in his chest that his efforts were
woefully inadequate. If he couldn’t handle an upset stomach, what was he going
to do when something major happened?
*****
From her seat Elsie heard the
retching sounds. Peering around, she saw the gentleman who’d helped her earlier
trying to comfort the little girl. Her heart went out to the child, for she
knew firsthand how terrible motion sickness could be. Reaching into her
reticule, she saw the large envelope her former fiancé had entrusted to her
care a few days ago. He’d asked the favor of her taking it to Heartston for
safekeeping until he could come for it. She paused, remembering their awkward
meeting in Albany, then pushed it aside. Groping around the bottom of the bag,
she found the peppermint stick lodged at the bottom.
Brushing the nasty coal
cinders—which seemed to seep in from every nook and cranny in the train
car—from her skirt, she rose. The motion from the train jostled her to and fro,
threatening to send her spilling onto the floor. Grabbing hold of the seat back
in front of her, she steadied herself. And then Elsie gingerly made her way
down the narrow aisle to the family.
Stopping at their seats, she said
in a gentle voice, “She is suffering from motion sickness. I’ve some peppermint
she can suck on. That should help soothe her queasiness.”
The man turned halfway around in
his seat to look at her. The flat brim of his well-worn black hat tipped back
on his brow, which gave Elsie a full view of his dark eyes. She caught the
flash of recognition when he saw her. Thin lines surrounded the corners of his
eyes. Now that she had time to take a closer look at him, she could see the
clothes he wore looked clean. Yet his duster coat had wear marks at the elbows
and his trousers were thin at the knees. In sharp contrast, the children were
dressed in what looked to be brand-new coats. There was nary a wrinkle on them,
the fabric crisp and clean.
The children looked so tired. The
poor little girl’s face had turned a chalky white. Her shoulders hunched
together as shivers overtook her. The little boy patted her on the shoulder.
“I’ll give her the peppermint.”
The man spoke calmly as his brooding gaze briefly met hers.
The same unnerving feeling Elsie
had had when she’d taken her stockings from him on the train platform settled
over her. It was as if in that one quick glance, he’d taken in every detail of
her face right down to the smallest freckle. He held his hand open, and she
placed the peppermint stick in his palm. His fingers tightened around hers.
A frisson of awareness snaked its
way along her spine. Elsie didn’t want to think about her physical reaction to
this stranger. She’d given her heart to Virgil Jensen, and he’d abandoned her
without any regard for her feelings. Ever since then she’d devoted her life to
the young children who crossed the threshold into her classroom. The work left
her without any time to fall in love again.
“Thank you” was all he said.
Elsie swallowed, forcing out a
response: “You’re welcome.”
As he turned his attention back
to the children, she offered up one more bit of advice before heading back to
the safety of her seat. “She should be sitting on your lap. It will help to
improve her stamina if she can see out the window.”
“Might I know your name now?” he
inquired. “Elsie Mitchell.”
Tipping his hat to her, he said,
“I’m William Benton.” “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Benton.”
“You, too, Miss Mitchell.”
Then, in a rustling of skirts,
she rushed back to her seat.
*****
The weather began to change on
the trip north. As the engine chugged along the Hudson River, the steady rain
became a light but persistent drizzle. When at long last the train pulled into
the Heartston station, Will helped the children off. They were met by the sight
of fat spring snowflakes and a tall beanpole of a man.
“Mr. Benton? I’m Roy Wells. John
Oliver sent me to fetch you and the youngsters.”
Will shook the man’s hand, then
gathered the children to wait for their trunks to be unloaded. Out of the
corner of his eye he watched for Miss Mitchell, wondering if this would also be
her stop. Then he saw her step down from the car onto the platform. Wells
approached her, too, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. Pulling
his hat low, Will observed them, listening in on their exchange with interest.
“Miss Mitchell, we were hoping
you’d be on this train!”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Wells. And
who might this we be that you’re talking about?”
“Mr. Oliver. He needs to see you
straight away.”
Will knew he was expected to
report in to Agent Oliver, but why did he need to see Miss Mitchell?
“Can’t he wait until I’ve had
time to settle in?”
With a fervent shake of his head,
Wells replied, “No, miss. He said you are to come as soon as you’ve arrived.”
“I have to wait for my trunk.”
“I’ll fetch yours and Mr.
Benton’s and bring them over to Mr. Oliver’s office. You have to go now.”
Will looked up to find Miss
Mitchell standing with her hands grip- ping her reticule, watching him with
those clear violet eyes. He knew she had the same questions he did: What was so
urgent that John Oliver required both of them? What did they have in common
other than being on the same train? And the most troublesome question for him
was, would she somehow become a part of his mission? He hoped not. Will
preferred to work alone. He began to formulate a plan in the event Agent Oliver
suggested Miss Mitchell become part of his assignment.
“I guess we’d best get moving,”
he said, keeping his thoughts to himself. With a gentle nudge of his hand, Will
urged the children for- ward, following Miss Mitchell down the planked walkway.
The train station was at one end
of town, which had been settled in the midst of thick pine forests and craggy
mountains. Drenched in thick gray clouds, the distant high peaks of the
Adirondack Mountains were barely visible. The pungent scent of freshly milled
lumber mingled with the acrid coal smell coming from the train and made his
nose itch. Trying to keep pace with the young woman who was charging down the
main street as though a pack of wolves were nipping at her heels, Will hurried the
children along.
Abruptly turning to the right,
they continued down a narrow alley- way where a black sign with an arrow and
gold lettering hung off to one side of a two-story building, pointing the way
to the lumber company’s office. They stopped in front of a door bearing the
markings of the Oliver Lumber Company. Feeling the tingle of unease creep
between his shoulder blades, Will sensed whatever was about to happen hadn’t
been a part of the original arrangement. But then again, nothing in the past few
days had gone accordingly, so why should this meeting be any different?
Squaring his shoulders, Will let
the children and the young lady go ahead of him into a dimly lit room, an annex
housing a small desk, some barrels with “Nails” stenciled in black on the lid,
a stack of crates, and a rough-hewn counter area. No one was there, so he moved
toward a closed door on the opposite side of the room. He knocked once.
“The door’s open.” A man’s rich
baritone voice sounded from behind the door.
Removing his hat, Will ushered the children
and Miss Mitchell into a smaller room that served as the office. The space was
sparsely furnished. Pausing in front of the oak desk, he said, “I’m William
Benton.” “John Oliver.” Rising from his chair, Will’s superior came around to
the front of the desk with his hand outstretched. They shook hands. “It’s a
pleasure to finally meet my newest employee. And I see you and Miss Mitchell
have already met.”
Will glanced at the young woman
who stood with her hands folded in front of her. He saw movement beneath her
skirt and realized she’d begun tapping her toe.
Taking a wide-legged stance, John
Oliver folded his arms across his massive chest, looking from one of them to
the other, sizing them up. Will thought himself to be tall at just under six
feet, but this man had to be at least two inches over that in height. Because
Agent Oliver’s dark hair was graying at the temples and wrinkles fanned out
around his sharp blue eyes, Will guessed him to be about thirty-five years old.
He’d heard of John Oliver’s adventures as a Pinkerton agent and knew the man
could be a force to be reckoned with.
A feeling of unease worked its
way along his spine. “How was your trip?” Oliver asked.
“My trip went well, sir.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Now he
looked at the young woman. “I don’t know if you’re aware, Mr. Benton, but Miss
Mitchell is Heartston’s schoolteacher. And a mighty fine one she is. I take it
your trip to Albany was restful, Miss Mitchell?”
“I had a lovely visit with my
aunt and uncle. But, Mr. Oliver, why did you need to see me in such a hurry? I
would have liked time to freshen up from my trip first.” She managed to put a
smile on her face. And though her smile seemed sincere enough, Will noticed her
toe kept right on tapping.
“I beg your forgiveness for my
ill manners, but I’ve a proposition for you involving Mr. Benton and his
charges.”
The foot hidden beneath the
skirts stilled. “I can’t imagine, other than the schooling of the children,
what Mr. Benton and I would have to do with one another.”
“Hmm. That makes two of us,” Will
mumbled, even though he knew full well where this conversation seemed to be
heading as he watched Oliver grin from ear to ear.
“You see, Miss Mitchell,” Oliver
said, “I’ve come up with a solution that will solve both of your problems!”
“I don’t have any problems,” she
quickly countered.
“But you do. Mr. Benton needs
someone to help him care for his niece and nephew while he begins his new job
at my lumber company, and you”—he paused to point a finger at her—“you have
made no secret of the fact that you suffer from a bit of wanderlust. Why, just
the other day our friend Miss Amy Montgomery mentioned how you were going to be
helping her out at the bakery so you could plan your next trip. This, in
addition to the extra tutoring you’ve taken on. You’ve been scrimping and
saving for months. I can’t imagine how you have any spare time at all, Miss
Mitchell.”
He leaned closer to her, setting
the snare. “I know how you yearn to expand your traveling horizons for the
benefit of your students, and I’ve found a way for you to do just that.”
Will could all but see the wheels
turning in her head as she put two and two together and came up with the four
of them. Her delicate jaw, which only seconds ago had been clenched, dropped
open.
And then she just as quickly
snapped it shut and said, “You want me to help him care for his niece and nephew?
I can’t imagine adding another job to my already full plate.”
“If you decide to help Mr. Benton
with the children, it will enable you to drop one of those jobs. I’ve taken all
of your needs into consideration. My grandmother’s house has been vacant for almost
a year. Will and the children can live in the main portion of the house.
There’s a small apartment attached that would be suitable for you to occupy.
Really all you need to do is make sure the
children have someone to watch over them when their uncle is working.”
“You have assumed an awful lot
here, Mr. Oliver. I’m just not sure about taking on this extra responsibility.”
“The job comes with a decent
salary, Miss Mitchell.”
Will could tell from the way she
nibbled at her lower lip that she was thinking about taking the offer.
“I have been dreaming of a trip
abroad,” she said.
“Imagine how much your students
would love to hear about those travels!” Pouring on the charm, he ended with,
“Taking on this job can help you get what you wish for.”
Her gaze settled on the
children’s upturned faces. Will watched as her expression softened in sympathy.
Then she turned to him. The look she gave him was clearly more cautious.
“You say there is an apartment
attached to your grandmother’s house?” she asked Oliver.
Oliver nodded.
“I’ll just need to be there to
help when Mr. Benton is unable to?” Again he nodded. “So you’ll take the job?”
As a good
Christian, Elsie is troubled by William’s secrets…though she does find him
intriguing. And when a sinister figure from her past arrives, Elsie and William
will have to trust in faith and newfound love to protect their unlikely family
from danger.
~~~~~
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