The Winter Pearl. Molly Bull Noble

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      Crouching down, Lucas looked under the bed. Nothing. His jaw tightened as he got to his feet again. He snatched the covers and threw them on the floor.

      “Where’s that whiskey?” Lucas bumped his toe on the iron bedpost. “Ouch!”

      Hopping on one leg, he reached down, grabbed his toe and held it. He’d thought his feet hurt before, but nothing compared to what he felt now.

      A yellow trunk, decorated with painted flowers and vines, stood at the foot of the bed. He threw back the lid and removed dresses, petticoats and delicate undergarments. Near the bottom, his hand touched a hard object under a frilly, pink nightgown. He pushed the gown to one side. A dark-colored flask, flat on both sides, caught his attention.

      He grabbed it and unscrewed the top. The smell of whiskey filled the room. Lucas lifted the flask to his lips and swallowed. The golden liquid burned its way into his stomach. He sighed deeply and took another gulp.

      “Lunch is almost ready,” Ruby called from downstairs.

      “Be there in a minute,” he shouted back.

      Lucas dropped his dirty clothes on the rag rug. First, he poured cold, then hot water into the wooden tub. At last, he climbed into the warm water, carrying the flask with him.

      Ten minutes later, Lucas, in tan trousers and a fresh blue shirt, came downstairs. He felt better after bathing and putting on clean clothes. Just not as good as he would feel after he had a few more drinks.

      The dinner table was covered with a blue linen cloth. Ruby set out her best white china. Lucas sat down and reached for the platter of fried chicken.

      “Not yet, Lucas.”

      “Why not?”

      “We haven’t said the blessing.”

      “Blessing? When did you start that?”

      “A few weeks ago. I go to church every Sunday. You should, too. I was baptized.”

      “Baptized? You?”

      She nodded. “I’m a saved Christian now.”

      He wondered if she still drank, but didn’t ask.

      Ruby folded her hands like she was about to pray. When Lucas didn’t fold his, she sent him a scolding glance—like his mother used to do when he was a child.

      Lucas groaned and folded his hands.

      “Thank you, Lucas,” she said.

      After Ruby said grace, she handed him the chicken.

      “What am I getting to drink?” he asked.

      “Did I forget to give you your tea?” Casually, she pointed to the steaming cup by his plate. “Oh, there it is.” Her smile held a hint of amusement. “Drink up while it’s hot.”

      “Tea ain’t what I want, and you know it.”

      “Sorry. It’s all I have on hand. Now, will you please pass the mashed potatoes?”

      After lunch, they moved into the kitchen for apple pie and coffee. Lucas enjoyed her desserts, but he would like some alcohol better.

      Did Ruby intend to pour him a shot of whiskey or not?

      “Have you finished your pie yet?” she asked.

      He took the last bite and swallowed. “I have now.” He wiped his mouth with a blue-and-white checkered napkin.

      Ruby got up and stood by her chair. “I would like to go out and see your mare before we have our talk.” She pulled a carrot from a bowl on the kitchen table and held it up for him to see. “This is for Lady. I remember how she likes carrots.”

      She gathered several other things and placed them in a wicker basket. None was a bottle with liquid in it. So he didn’t pay much attention.

      “Shall we go?” she asked.

      “I reckon. The sooner we go, the sooner we’ll get back and I can have that drink.”

      They went out into the sunshine, and Ruby rushed over to his mare. The basket swayed back and forth on her arm as she fed Lady the carrot.

      “Hello, girl,” Ruby said. “How are you doing?” She turned and smiled up at Lucas. “Horses have such soft noses, don’t they?”

      “I ain’t never thought much about it.”

      It was a lie. He had thought about it. But he’d always considered it unmanly to let anyone know how he felt.

      His saddle, blanket and other equipment had been dropped together under a pine tree. Ruby picked up one of his saddlebags. Then she pulled a small book from her basket and slipped it in the bag.

      “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

      “I got this Bible from the preacher at my church in town. The inscription inside said it belonged to Harriet. She must have left it at the church. I thought Honor might like to have it now.” She stuffed a small wooden box in with the Bible.

      Lucas reached for the bag, taking it out of her hand. “What else are you puttin’ in there?” He peered inside.

      “That string of pearls you gave me last Christmas. I know you stole it from Harriet, and I think the pearls should go to Honor now.”

      For all Lucas cared, she could take the book and necklace and throw them in the creek. Then he had a second thought. Were the items worth something? Could he sell them? Lucas always needed money.

      Ruby moved over to his gray mare again and patted the animal’s swollen belly. “Don’t you just love babies?”

      “I like colts. They make me money.”

      “Always money.” She turned and smiled at him again. “What about human babies? Wouldn’t you like to have one?”

      “I never gave it much thought,” he said, knowing it was another lie. “Harriet couldn’t have no children.”

      “I can. At least, I hope I can.”

      Lucas tensed. “Are you—are you in the family way, Ruby?”

      “Not yet. But I’d like to be.” She moved toward him and put her arms around his neck. “Will you marry me, Lucas?” She beamed up at him. “You always said you would. Someday. And someday is here. Please, Lucas, say yes.”

      “You know better than to pen me in, Ruby. I’ve been penned up for too long as it is.” He took hold of her arms and removed them from around his neck. “I don’t want to get married.”

      To you, he thought.

      “Don’t say that!” Ruby covered her mouth with the СКАЧАТЬ