The Bartered Bride. Cheryl Reavis

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      “William—”

      “I got your dresses bundled and everything else in Mama’s old straw valise—I reckon the handle will stay on. I was going to sneak them over to you first chance I got. But since you’re here, I can give them to you now. And I reckon you’ll be wanting your books and all—me and Avery sure ain’t going to be reading them.”

      “William—”

      “It’s all right now, ain’t it, Caroline? You’ll be all right with Frederich, won’t you? You know I never in a million years thought he’d be the one you’d end up marrying. See, I never thought you’d marry at all—” He broke off, apparently realizing that his comment was less than tactful. “It’s good Frederich could come over to help you carry this stuff,” he decided, and he was looking at her so earnestly.

       I have to come home, William.

      She pursed her lips and tried to say the words, but she couldn’t manage it. William was so happy for her. He thought she was safe now.

      “I’ll get your clothes,” William said, turning and bounding up the steps into the house.

      She stood there still wanting to ask Avery—to beg him to let her come home. Surely, surely, he’d let her. He wouldn’t lose face. She could tell him that people would think the better of him—John Steigermann would think the better of him if he did this for her.

      Frederich came and stood next to her as if he could feel her wavering, and William bounded out of the house with her dresses and the valise.

      “Here you are, Caroline,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, Frederich, you’re not mad at Caroline anymore, are you?”

      Frederich took the valise out of William’s hand without answering.

      “There is more to bring or not?” he asked Caroline.

      “I can get your books, Caroline,” William suddenly offered. “Since Frederich’s going to be carrying your things for you. I can put them in a pillow slip, all right? I’ll be right back—”

      He was off running again.

      Caroline abruptly bowed her head. How could she let Frederich haul her back? And how could she ask Avery for anything?

      “Stay here,” Frederich said, slinging the valise at her because the ground was too muddy for him to set it down. “I will speak to your brother.”

      She stood there, meekly holding everything she owned in her arms, feeling like the fallen woman she was as she watched Frederich approach Avery. Her brother was wary at first. And he kept glancing at her, his righteous indignation all too apparent.

      “Ja! Gut!” John Steigermann said, listening intently to whatever Frederich said.

      She couldn’t hear anything else.

      What now, Frederich? she thought.

      She kept making the same stupid mistake. She kept putting her trust in men who didn’t care. Avery. Kader. And now Frederich, who seemed to actually think he could stand a marriage to a woman pregnant by another man.

      After a moment, Frederich and Avery walked into the barn and closed the door, leaving John Steigermann standing. Frederich came out again, leading one of Avery’s saddle horses.

      “Caroline, we’ll go now,” he called to her.

      She walked to where he stood, hating the meekness of every step she took.

      “Your brother is going to lend you a horse so you don’t have to walk back,” he said.

      She looked at him doubtfully, then handed him the valise and let him lift her and it onto the horse’s back. She said nothing, trying not feel his broad hands on her waist or the pain he caused on her bruises when he hoisted her upward.

      William came running with the pillow slip full of books.

      “Say hello to the girls from Uncle William,” he said, handing it up to her. His farm boy hands had left smudge marks on the crisp, starched whiteness of the pillow slip.

      She forced a smile, her eyes meeting Frederich’s over the top of William’s head.

      Frederich took the horse by the bridle, watching Caroline closely to see if she was going to return with him quietly after all. His right hand hurt. His knuckles were bleeding.

      “Do me a favor,” he said to John Steigermann in German. “See about Caroline’s brother. See if I’ve killed him.”

       Chapter Six

      Caroline slept fitfully and woke early. She had taken the precaution of bolting the door, but she was still surprised that Frederich hadn’t bothered coming to her bed. She was surprised, too, to find Beata already in the kitchen when she came downstairs. She had resolved sometime during the night not to concern herself about Beata Graeber. She would think of nothing but the children—Ann’s and her own unborn child. And she wouldn’t think about Kader or Frederich. She would fix her attention firmly on the girls and on her baby to come, and in doing so, she might tolerate—at least tolerate—living here.

      But the sight of Beata’s smug expression when she came into the kitchen immediately put an end to her determination to endure. She had no defense against this woman, and she braced herself for whatever Beata wanted to say. She didn’t have long to wait.

      “So! Caroline!” Beata said with a slight smile. “Who did you find to sleep with last night? Ha!”

      Beata’s chopped-off laugh set her teeth on edge. She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip to keep from making some retort she’d surely regret later. Both children sat at the trestle table, looking from her to Beata and back again.

      “It doesn’t matter what you say to me, Beata,” she said quietly. “But it matters a great deal where you say it.”

      “They will know sooner or later the kind of woman you are. It might as well be—”

      Beata broke off because Frederich was coming in from the barn. He greeted Lise and Mary Louise, patting both of them on the cheek as Caroline had seen him do once before. This fatherly side of Frederich still amazed her, but thankfully he had nothing to say to her. Indeed, he studiously avoided looking in her direction at all. He looked at the table instead and said something to Beata in German. Beata immediately took offense. Frederich spoke louder. After a moment, Beata whirled away from him and went to the dish cupboard to get another plate.

      Her plate, Caroline realized.

      Beata set it on the table in a huff, all but throwing the knife and fork that went with it.

      “Beata has no manners,” Frederich said in English to Lise and Mary Louise as he sat down. “I do not expect to ever see either of you behave in this way.”

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