The Marriage Knot. Mary McBride

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      Chapter Five

      For the next few days there was enough excitement in Newton that Delaney didn’t have time to think about the Dancer house, much less the angry, beautiful woman who resided there.

      Seth Akins, who farmed a little piece of land just north of town, apparently dived headfirst into a bottle of whiskey and climbed out drunk as a skunk and meaner than sin. When Mrs. Akins protested, he blackened both of her eyes, then booted her out of their house, locked the doors and windows, and told her he’d shoot their two boys if she tried to get back in.

      The woman limped into town, and once Delaney got her calmed down and settled in at Doc Soames’s, he headed out to the Akins place alone. Ordinarily he would’ve deputized a couple of men and broken into the Akins’ house in a matter of minutes, subdued the drunk, and been done with it. But with two innocent youngsters held hostage, Delaney decided to do this job alone. He didn’t want to chance the misguided heroics of any trigger-happy, grandstanding deputies.

      It took him six hours of yelling, arguing, and cajoling through the bolted front door before he convinced Seth to let the little boys go. Then, after seeing that the children got back to their mother all right, it took Delaney an entire night of through-the-door arguing to keep Seth from taking his own life.

      If his right hand had been in working order, he could easily have tapped out a window, taken a bead on Seth and shot his weapon out of his hand. But, relegated to his damn shotgun, all Delaney could do was wait the man out. He didn’t know which was worse—men trying to kill themselves or him.

      Finally, not long after sunrise, the fool succumbed to the effects of too much liquor and too little sleep, and Delaney was able to break through a window and take away Seth’s Navy Colt, his old buffalo gun, and Bowie knife.

      When he got back to town, with Seth passed out in the back of the Akins’ buckboard, Mrs. Akins came flying out of the doctor’s office. The woman took one look in the back of the wagon, then screamed at Delaney.

      “You killed my Seth. You killed him.”

      “Now just hold on, Mrs. Akins,” Delaney muttered as he climbed down from the driver’s seat. “Seth’s just—”

      She didn’t let him finish. The woman called him a bastard, a son of a bitch, and half a dozen other names in a single breath, and then her hand flattened across his cheek with a resounding smack while her foot came down hard on his boot.

      The wiry little woman probably would have done a considerable amount of damage if her husband hadn’t chosen that particular moment to sit up, inquire as to his whereabouts, and then throw up all over himself and the wagon bed.

      “Now look what you’ve done, Sheriff,” the Akins woman snapped, glaring at Delaney before she hitched up her skirts and clambered up into the wagon bed.

      “Yes, ma’am.” Delaney sighed. “Seth’ll be all right once the whiskey’s out of his system. If I were you, I’d keep him away from the stuff from now on.”

      Mrs. Akins sniffed with wifely indignation, then turned her entire attention as well as her sharp tongue on her sick husband.

      Delaney should’ve been used to being unappreciated by now after so many years in this thankless business, but the Akins woman had taken him completely by surprise. He cursed himself for feeling so churlishly disappointed. Then, just as he was turning away from the buckboard, he thought he caught a glimpse of black silk and bright red hair on the far side of the street. His heart seized up for a moment, then settled back with a distinct thump.

      Just what he needed right now, Delaney told himself. One more angry female to give him a tonguelashing, a crack across the face and a kick in the shin, just for good measure.

      Well, not today, by God.

      He strode back to his office and slammed the door behind him. Hard.

      Hannah shrank back against the clapboards of the emporium, trying her best to blend in with the shadows and the dark paint. She had ventured into town, believing Florence Green when the young woman informed her that the sheriff was away, occupied with a disturbance at the Akins farm.

      “Imagine the awesome responsibility of talking a person out of committing suicide,” the schoolteacher had said before adding a long, warm, and perhaps even infatuated sigh.

      Hannah had simply sniffed at that. Awesome responsibility, indeed. Just where was almighty Delaney when her Ezra was putting a pistol to his head? she wanted to ask. Indignant as she was, however, Hannah was happy to hear she would be able to go into town for some notions without having to walk past the steady gaze of those autumn-colored eyes or to chance a confrontation with the man who was trying to take her house away.

      She had purchased black silk thread and four yards of black lace at the emporium. She hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not to continue wearing her mourning clothes, but if she did, she needed to mend her petticoat. A bolt of green-and-white gabardine caught her eye the minute she walked into the store, and she nearly passed over the black notions for the bright checked fabric.

      It didn’t seem right, however, putting her mourning aside so soon even though she knew that Ezra wouldn’t disapprove. So Hannah paid for the black thread and lace, tucked them in her reticule, and walked outside in time to see Mrs. Akins strike Delaney a vicious blow across the cheek. The sound of the slap seemed to echo all along Main Street.

      Hannah’s hand flew up to her own cheek as if the blow had landed there. She wanted to cry out or race to the sheriff’s aid, but instead she bit her lip and stepped back into the shadows from where she watched Delaney turn his back on the irate woman.

      My God, Hannah thought. What man would dare to do what the Akins woman had just done, considering Delaney’s reputation? Why, the fool would be lying face down in the street in the blink of an eye, bleeding into the dust. And why the devil would Mrs. Akins strike the man who’d obviously just СКАЧАТЬ