Indulgence (154 page)
Authors: Liz Crowe
“Thanks for that. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stood a
chance.” He kisses me, then asks, “You know what we need?”
I’m a little afraid. “What?”
“A dog.”
I screw up my face. “A dog? What kind of dog?”
“A big ol’ blue tick hound. Or a Walker coon hound.”
“No. A Maltese.”
He stares at me in horror. “NO! No girly dog. I’m a farmer.”
I can’t help but start to laugh. “Okay, Farmer Givens. How
‘bout a beagle?”
“A beagle.” I see the gears turning in his head. “And we
could name her Daisy.”
“Daisy the beagle. I’m good with that.” I snuggle again, my
hands finding their way around his waist so my finger can trace the scars on
his back, the ones that remind me to cherish every day I have with him and
never take him for granted. “That’s fine with Mrs. Farmer Givens.” In my mind,
I see us strolling hand in hand along the gravel drive back into the farm, a
beagle or two skipping along at our heels. He points and I pop up out of bed,
blow out all the candles, and then slip back in beside him. “Goodnight,
my-last-Dom-Farmer-Givens.”
“G’night, my one and only.” Those strong arms hold me close,
and I know my forever is right here in this room. There’s something else I’m
sure of too.
There are no two people in the world who are happier than we
are. And that’s the only thing that matters – the only thing in the whole wide
world. Well, yeah, that and Daisy the beagle.
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by
Jamie Salisbury
Albert Stuart was already dreading his arrival home. The job
he and his younger brother, Ben, had finished had been hard and physically demanding,
and now he was faced with another trying job. His father, Thomas, had informed
his sons before they left that a very old friend of his was going to be staying
at Sky Valley while this friend looked for land in the Nevada Territory. This
friend was looking specifically for enough land to establish a horse ranch. His
daughter was accompanying him, which meant Albert would most likely be the one
to entertain her.
They were usually self-centered creatures that lacked any
imagination, much less any intellect at all. He was bored with this
responsibility and wished it would pass to one of his brothers, Henry or Ben.
But, as always, Albert would do what his father wished no matter how
distasteful.
“I should have left the ranch last month like I wanted to
and should not have allowed Father to talk me out of going back east. As soon
as these visitors leave, I’m leaving. There is nothing here for me, and I feel
like there’s more to life than just being here on Sky Valley.”
Albert reminded himself that he had a college education and
felt he was wasting away in Nevada. He had more talents than to be just a
rancher. Even though Albert was the one who handled all of the books for the
ranch, he felt there was so much more he was capable of - so much more he wanted
to do and see. Albert had been the quiet one, the thinker of the four children
of Thomas Stuart. Always a private person from the time he was a small boy,
shouldering responsibility from a young age, he was always controlled in his
emotions and his feelings for others. Fiercely loyal to his family, he wanted
more than just his father and brothers. He wanted a life. His life.
As they approached the house, Albert observed that the
carriage was in front of the house, indicating that their guests had already arrived.
As he and Ben dismounted, Henry strolled out to greet them.
“How did the round-up go?” he asked.
“Found about seventy head,” Ben answered.
“I take it our guests have arrived,” Albert stated.
“Yup, and for once, Albert, I think you just might find this
visit interesting,” Henry chuckled.
Albert looked at his brother with a wary eye. Finally, he
asked, “What is that suppose to mean?”
“Nothing. Just interesting. Father sent me out to fetch you
two. He wants to introduce you to Judge Wallace and his daughter.
“We’ll be in when we get the horses put up,” Albert
retorted. Not looking forward to his assigned duties, Albert remembered the
conversation his father had with him prior to his departure.
“Albert, I expect you to see that Miss Wallace is entertained
while she and her father are here. He’s one of my oldest and dearest friends
and I want their visit to be enjoyable. Who knows? They may become our
neighbors.”
After seeing to their horses, washing up, and changing
clothes in the bunkhouse, Albert and Ben entered the house.
Thomas stood and began making the introductions. “John,
these are my two other sons, Albert and Ben. Boys, I’d like for you to meet
Judge John Wallace.”
As the men shook hands, the library door opened, and a voice
with the softest English accent Albert had ever heard spoke.
“Mr. Stuart, you have a wonderful library. If you don’t
mind, I’d like to borrow . . . oh, excuse me! I didn’t mean to interrupt. . .”
She stopped in mid-sentence.
Albert turned to see where this voice was coming from and,
standing there in front of him, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
She had a slender, small waist, long soft, flowing curly auburn hair framing
her face, porcelain skin, voluminous lips, and a gorgeous smile. But the detail
that stood out the most - the one which fascinated and attracted Albert - was
the color of her eyes. They were a rich blue color of Lapis.
“Albert, Ben, I would like you to meet Miss Anne Wallace,”
Thomas said, finishing the introductions.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you both,” she said, smiling, eyes
sparkling as she came toward the two brothers to greet them. The whole time
Albert never took his eyes off her.
Ben started toward her to take her arm, showing a great deal
more interest in her than he normally would with a guest. He was stopped by
Albert’s hand on his chest. Albert took her arm, steering her away from his
youngest brother.
“Anne, I see you’ve visited our library. Tell me, what do
you think of it?” Albert inquired.
Looking into his warm eyes, she replied softly, “I don’t
believe I’ve ever seen such a complete library in a private home. Your
selections include everything - the classics, poetry, and Shakespeare.”
“I’m glad someone else finds it more than adequate. You
mentioned poetry. Do you have a favorite poet?” Albert asked, his interest
piqued. He was always interested in anyone who was well read.
“Mr. Stuart, your collection is far more than adequate. To
answer your question, I would have to say my favorite is Tennyson. So many
poets’ writings are too flowery for me. Tennyson is very visual and straight to
the point.”
“Please, call me Albert,” he said with a smile and
barely-veiled interest.
“Very well then, Albert,” she said, smiling at the tall man
before her.
Albert was surprised by her answer to his question. Most
girls he had met who had a genuine interest in reading concentrated only on
romantic poems - not on the works of the true poets. He would soon learn, in
the days to come, that this girl held more surprises for him. Albert was
completely intrigued by her. Not only was she beautiful, but he was becoming
keenly aware she was also very intelligent.
As Thomas and Judge Wallace went into Thomas’ office area to
look at the maps of land parcels available for sale that Thomas had picked up
at the surveyor’s office for the Judge’s perusal, Albert took Anne’s arm and
led her to the sofa, where they sat side by side. Albert began the conversation
by asking Anne how she felt about moving to Nevada.
Taking her time to answer, she replied, “I’m excited to be
here! From everything I’ve seen so far, the land is beautiful and would be a
wonderful place to live.”
“Your father wishes to purchase land for a horse ranch. Do
you ride?” Albert inquired.
“Anne is one of the finest horsewomen in all of England,”
her father interjected.
“Yes,” Anne answered, ignoring her father’s interruption.
“Riding is one of the passions I have that my father doesn’t dissuade. I
learned to ride when I was very young. I’ve always been around horses and enjoy
them immensely.”
Anne and Albert sat and talked for hours about things they
were both interested in - things like music, art, and literature. Albert
noticed that when Anne was talking to or listening to someone, she looked that
person in the eye. He found her easy to talk to but discovered yet another
asset - she was a good listener. This was something most women from his
experience were not good at.
By this time Henry had approached his younger brother.
Speaking quietly, he said, “Told Albert this visit was going to be interesting
for him. She’s a real nice gal. I got to talk to her for a while before you two
got back. She might just give old Albert a run for his money.”
“Well, Albert isn’t the only one who can entertain a girl. I
just might be the one to show her around while she’s here,” Ben replied.
*****
Anne Wallace had been pleasantly surprised in Albert, not
really caring to meet one of her father’s old friends or his sons. She thought
immediately how handsome he was, finding him powerfully built, tall, tanned and
broad-shouldered, with dark hair, beautiful, kind eyes and a wonderful smile.
She detected aloofness in him, possibly an underlying anger, when they had
first met, but it seemed he was relaxing with her. The fact that they shared a
great deal of the same interests pleased her very much. Most of the men she had
met in her life had been snobs and treated her as an inferior.
Albert Stuart
is different. He’s a real man, not some self-centered person. And he’s
intelligent. Being handsome doesn’t hurt either
, she thought.
“Why did you and your father decide to leave England and
come way out here? Wasn’t England to your liking?” Albert inquired.
“I loved it until recently. I was born in London. My mother
died when I was very young, so it’s just been father and me. He raised me - with
the help of nannies, of course - making sure I was raised with his way of
thinking. All of the proper English requirements. As I grew older, he became at
a loss as to what to do with me. My father had a preconceived notion as to how
I should behave and what I should do.”
“I take it you didn’t conform to his way of thinking,”
Albert replied. “No, I could never behave in the way that those back in England
believe a properly-raised girl is suppose to act. Heaven forbid that a woman
should be so bold as to think, much less voice her ideas! I have a habit of
doing this, much to the horror of my father. I’ve also been told on more than
one occasion that I’m stubborn and that I have a bit of a temper.” She laughed
as she confided this to Albert. “So, to answer your question, Albert, I loved
the idea of coming here where possibly people are different and not so buried
in antiquated ideas of how people should be or behave. Father, being from
Baltimore wanted to return. Then, when father received an appointment to the
federal branch here in Nevada, we made the decision to put roots down here.”
Realizing that she had probably said too much (which she was
not in the habit of doing, especially with someone she had just met), she
excused herself. “Please excuse me, Albert. I didn’t mean to run on so.”
After listening to this conversation, Judge Wallace added,
“Anne also failed to mention that, to my horror, she also has a very analytical
mind. To my way of thinking, this is not becoming of a woman in today’s world.”
“I beg to differ, sir. I find that particular quality in a
woman rare and very refreshing,” Albert challenged.
Having heard all she wished to hear from her father, Anne
said, “Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me, you may continue to discuss me in
my absence. I believe I would like to walk outside and enjoy this wonderful
evening.” Rising from the sofa, Anne went to get her shawl.
Albert rose to his feet at the same time. “I think I’ll join
you, Anne. I would prefer to discuss a lady’s qualities in your presence.” He
helped Anne with her shawl and then walked outside with her.
Thomas, watching and listening to the interaction between
the two, thought,
I don’t believe Albert will find Anne as much a chore as
he thought she would be.
*****
Walking into the courtyard, Albert looked closely at Anne,
noting that every feature was perfect. He found she had both an easy smile and
laugh, making anyone with her feel comfortable.
Anne caught his inspection and looked straight at him with a
smile. “You don’t have to feel obligated to entertain me, Albert, if you have
other matters you need to tend to. You must think me rude for leaving the
others. Forgive me. It just angers me when my father talks about me as though
I’m not present. I’m sure he would have preferred that I had been born a boy.”
“There’s nothing I would rather do than be with you, and I
meant what I said - I think you’re rare and very refreshing. And I, for one, am
glad you were not born a boy.” Albert noted Anne’s perfect white teeth as she
shared his laugh.
