The Montana Rancher's Bride (New Montana Brides)
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Authors: Susan Leigh Carlton
Montana Rancher’s
Bride
New Brides of Montana Series
Susan Leigh Carlton
Susan Leigh Carlton
Tomball, Texas
Copyright © 2014 Susan Leigh Carlton
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Dedicated to Joyce in appreciation for her support and understanding that made it all possible.
SLC
In the interest of lifelong companionship and devotion—I am submitting this notice, I am a soldier in the United States Army . I am 27 years of age and of good, sturdy stock. I would like to correspond with a lady interested in matrimony.
―Lieutenant Fred M Carey—1851
Hearts West
Montana Territory 1867…
Case Jamison was l
eft to run the Lazy J Ranch after a Sioux raiding party killed his parents. He endured three years of loneliness, with only his friend, Luke Haskins and his other ranch hands. Case finally decided to find someone with whom he could share his life.
There was a basic flaw in his plan… There were less than ten single females anywhere near Helena and the Lazy J. When Jack Owens, pastor of the Christian Church told him one of his church members had a mail order bride, he decided it was his only alternative.
Carrie Robbins is the oldest of five daughters, living with her parents in the small college town of Oxford, Ohio, thirty five miles north of Cincinnati. After graduating from the Oxford High School, she entered the Oxford Female College. During her junior year, Joshua Hartley, a neighbor and friend since both were five, asked her to marry him. She accepted his proposal, but both agreed to wait until Joshua returned from the war. Carrie wept after kissing him goodbye at the train station. One more kiss, then he hurried to catch the train that would carry the First Ohio Volunteers to war.
Carrie continued her education while waiting for Joshua to return
. He would not return. He was killed on the third day of the battle at Gettysburg. A month later, Carrie found his name on the casualty list. At her father’s insistence, she continued school, graduated, and accepted a teaching position at the local academy.
When her mother starting inviting men her father’s age for dinner, Carrie rebelled, determined to decide her own fate, and placed an ad in the Matrimonial Bu
lletin.
This is the story of two young people and their struggle to overcome the tragedies in their lives and to find love and companionship.
chapter One
Dust began swirling as the wind came up. Dark clouds were gathering on the western horizon and lightning flashed in the distance. Peals of thunder rolled across the prairie.
Blaise Jamison and his son
seven-year-old son, Case finished repairing a fence that had been damaged by one of his bulls trying to get at a heifer. Blaise kept a wary eye on the sky, since it was the season for tornados.
The repair was finished and he began gather
ing his tools. The sky turned an ominous green color, and as he watched, a funnel cloud stretched from the ground to the dark clouds above.
“Case, get your Mama and go to the root cellar now
! Hurry.” The urgency in his voice propelled Case into a run to the house.
“Mama,” he yelled
. “Papa says we have to get in the root cellar. Hurry, Mama. Pa will be there in a minute.”
Maddie Jamison took a quick look from the
doorway, hurried to her bedroom, and emerged holding her family Bible, candles, and matches.
She pushed Case ahead of her
down into the dark root cellar, leaving the wooden door open so her husband would have quick entry.
She stood on the steps
in the cellar and watched for her husband an interminable time. The intensity of the wind had increased. Blaise appeared, running hard. The wind made it difficult to keep his balance, and knocked him down twice in his mad dash across the yard.
He took
one last look over his shoulder at the clouds, the darkest he had ever seen. Debris was flying across the yard. He scrambled into the cellar and pulled the door down over the opening. He slid the piece of lumber into the notch to secure it. “I’ve never seen it this bad,” he told his wife.
The wooden door flapped loud
er as the wind lashed at it. With a loud rumbling, roaring sound, the door shook and rattled. Maddie put her arms around her son and held him close. He couldn’t hear what she was saying above the roar outside, but he knew she was praying for their safety.
After less than two minutes, it grew quiet a
nd the roaring ceased. Blaise waited another ten minutes, unbolted the door, and raised it. Tumbleweeds and tree limbs piled high around the entrance.
Turning, he surveyed the damage
. “The house is ruined, Maddie. The barn doesn’t appear to have much damage. No telling about the livestock. I hope the hands made it to safety.
“Come on out, it’s all over, let’s see what we have left.”
chapter
Two
After moving his family and cattle to Montana, Blaise Jamison had prospered. Beef was bringing a premium price, and his herd increased each year and now
numbered over one thousand head. His land holdings were approaching three thousand acres.
The largest buy
er of his cattle was the US Army, and he filled the needs of the growing population of Helena as well. His wife Maddie, was active in the Helena Christian Church, while he and his twenty-two year old son, Case devoted their time to the ranch. They had a comfortable, pleasant life.
This all changed late in 1865 when a raiding party of Red Cloud’s Oglala Sioux attacked the ranch, killing both Blaise,
and his wife, Maddie, along with the ranch hand left to look after things. Thrown from his horse the day before, Blaise was unable to join Case and Luke in rounding up strays from the herd.
Case and Luke Haskins had gone out the day before
to round up strays that had separated from the main herd. Case spotted the smoke when they came over the ridge near the river, and pointed it out to Luke.
They spurred their horses and began driving the strays faster
. After forcing them back into the main herd, they headed for the ranch at a gallop. As they came closer, they realized the smoke was coming from the barn.
Wheeling to a stop, Case ran to the still smoldering barn, where he found his father on his back with two arrows protruding from his chest. His mother, Maddie was lying in the barn entrance beside him. She had been reloading her rifle when she took an arrow to the chest.
Cradling his mother in his arms, he could see she was gone. Tears filled his eyes. The two persons most important to him were gone. “Help me get them into the house, Luke,” he said. They carried the bodies into the house and placed them on their bed. “Thanks,” Case told his friend and now employee.
“
I’ll be burying them on the hill, beneath the cottonwood tree. That was Mama’s favorite place. We used to sit and watch the sunset of an evening. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me dig the graves.”
“Sure thing, Case. Do you want me to help get them ready?” Luke asked.
“No
. I’ll take care of that. Luke left Case alone with his parents and went to get the shovels and begin digging. Case removed the arrows from the bodies and put them aside. He then wrapped each of them in a blanket and canvas. He tied the wrapped bundles tightly with ropes, and went to get the lumber to make coffins for each body.
After the coffins were
complete, he hitched his horse to the wagon, and loaded the coffins, with a body in each. After nailing the tops on the homemade coffins, he flicked the reins, and rode up the hill to help Luke finish digging the graves.
They lowered the coffins into the freshly dug graves
. He opened his mother’s Bible and read from the Twenty-third Psalm,
Yea, though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil…
He bowed his head and recited The Lord’s Prayer.
Using the lariats from their saddles, Case and Luke lowered the coffins into the grave, and covered them with dirt.
* * *
“Luke, I’m going into Helena
in the morning, and let them know Red Cloud’s at it again. You’re welcome to come along if you like.”
“I’ll stay here and keep an eye on things in case they come back,” Luke said.
“You be careful, Luke. Don’t take any chances. You hightail it out of here if that happens. You’re the only friend I have left, and I don’t want anything happening to you.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Luke said. “I’ll be all right.”
Case went directly to the Sheriff’s office to let him know about the raid. “There’s been a lot of that lately. If them miners don’t stay off the Indian land, there’s going to be a lot more. I heard the Army’s going to reinforce the forts along the Bozeman. That’s just going to make Red Cloud madder. There’s going to be big trouble hereabouts. I’ll pass it on to the Army about the raid on your place.”
Case’s next stop was at the Christian Church, where he told Jack and Letty Owens about the deaths of his parents. “Luke and I buried them on the hill in back of the
house; I read over them and said a prayer,
“I’m so sorry to hear this. Case and Maddie were nice people
. Would you like to have a memorial to them after services this Sunday?”
“If you think it’s appropriate, I’d like that. Folks liked them,” Case said.
“They were an important part of our congregation. I think it would be a nice tribute,” Letty said.
“Is there anything else we can do for you?” she asked.
“No, I can’t think of anything. I’ve got to pick up some cartridges and a few things at the store, and then I want to get back, Luke’s there alone and they might come back for the cattle”
Letty hugged him, and said, “Let us know if you need anything. Otherwise, we’ll see you on Sunday?”
“I’ll be here,” Case said. “Thanks.”
Silas Farmer, owner of the general store greeted him as he came into the store. “Morning, Case. What brings you into town today?”
“The Indians hit the ranch yesterday. They killed Ma and Pa. Me and Luke was rounding up strays and found them when we got back. I need to pick up some cartridges and some nails. They burned the barn, and I’ll need to rebuild it.
“I’m real sorry to hear this, Case,” Silas said. “I’ll pass the word to be on the lookout for them.”
The following Sunday…
“Today is a sad day for our church family as we mourn the loss of two loved on
es, Blaise and Maddie Jamison. They were vital members of our family and they will be missed.” He read a scripture and Letty led the congregation in singing one of the traditional hymns.
Unbeknownst to Case, after he left the church, se
veral of the members got together and decided to have a barn raising to replace the burned out barn.
The following Saturday, seven wagons driven by neighbors from the surrounding ranches, rolled into the driveway by the barn. The wagons were loaded with lumber, and tools with which to build. The wives had prepared food, and by dark, the new burned out po
rtions of the barn were replaced. Case was humbled by the regard his family had been held by their friends and neighbors. He choked up when he tried to express his gratitude. To himself, he vowed he would be a good neighbor to these people in their times of need.
