A Family for Christmas. Winnie Griggs

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      Turnabout, Texas, November 1895

      “Stop! You can’t do this.”

      Eve’s protests fell on deaf ears as the conductor continued to forcibly escort her young friend off the train without so much as a backward glance. She trotted to keep up with the long-legged official as he moved toward the exit, his fist firmly clutching Leo’s collar.

      “Please be careful!” she called out as she saw Leo stumble. “He’s just a boy. Don’t hurt him.”

      But the conductor still didn’t slow down. Did the man have no feelings?

      As soon as they were on the platform, Eve scooted around to face him, determined to halt his progress and make him listen to her.

      “Mr. McIvers, you can’t mean to just toss him from the train and leave him here.” She tried to infuse her voice with as much authority and confidence as possible but was afraid there was a touch of pleading there, as well. How had she not realized before now that Leo was a stowaway?

      She risked a glance Leo’s way. The trapped, desperate look that had crossed the boy’s face when the conductor pounced on him a moment ago was still there. It was enough to break her heart—no child should look so haunted.

      “And what do you suggest I do with him?” The conductor, a beanpole of a man with bushy sideburns and an officious manner, looked down his nose at her as if she were no older than the ten-year-old in his grip.

      She was used to such treatment. Even though she was a grown woman of twenty, with her slight build and standing barely five feet two inches with her hair up, folks often dismissed her as a child. But Eve drew herself up to her full height and tried to match his stern expression. “I’m certain there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. If you’ll just allow Leo to explain—”

      Leo tried to shake himself free of the conductor’s grasp, but the man tightened his hold. “The time to explain has come and gone,” the man said sternly. “He’s a stowaway, pure and simple. And he rides no farther on my train.”

      This situation was partly her fault. She should have guessed something was amiss when she first spotted the boy under the seat in front of her. She should have taken the time to figure out how to help him before it came to this. But she’d been so wrapped up in her own worries, so plagued by concerns of what the new life she was heading toward might be like, that she’d missed the signs. So instead, she’d merely assumed he was retrieving something that had fallen.

      When she’d invited him to sit next to her and share her apple, it had been as much to distract herself from her own forebodings as to be kind to her new acquaintance. He’d fallen asleep with his head leaning against her and her heart had softened further toward him. But she’d become concerned about him being separated from his party and had quietly asked the conductor to let them know where the boy was. That was when the man had realized he had a stowaway on board.

      Pulling her thoughts back to the present, Eve spread her hands, trying once more to appeal to the strict conductor’s sympathies. “He’s only a boy. What will become of him if you leave him here?”

      But the man refused to bend. “Miss Pickering, I’m sure your concern does you credit, but don’t let his age fool you. I’ve met his kind before and they’ll smile innocently to your face while they pick your pocket. I imagine a scalawag like him will get on fine, or end up in jail one day.”

      Eve planted her fists on her hips. “You can’t treat a child like a stray dog and dump him at your first opportunity.”

      She glanced around, looking for help of some sort, and her gaze snagged on that of a gentleman standing across the platform. Her eyes widened as she realized he was watching her. There was a note of curiosity and sympathy in his smoky blue eyes. And something else, something warm and compelling that made it impossible for her to look away, that made her certain she could trust him with her problems.

      An older couple dressed for travel crossed between them, breaking the connection, and Eve abruptly came to her senses. She lifted her chin and turned back to Mr. McIvers. What in the world was she thinking? Such fanciful notions led to nothing but trouble. And asking a strange gentleman for assistance was not something a proper young lady did unless the circumstances were indeed dire.

      Still feeling the impact of those eyes, she did her best to push that aside and deal with the more important issue at hand. “Where exactly are we?”

      “Turnabout, Texas.” The conductor didn’t seem the least bit cowed by her earlier chastisements. “And it’s a far piece from Tyler, which is where you were headed if I recollect rightly.” He dug out his pocket watch and flipped it open. “I suggest you climb right back on the train unless you want to be left behind.”

      If he only knew how little desire she had to continue on to Tyler. It was for her a place of banishment, not a place for a pleasant visit. But that was neither here nor there. “You can’t—”

      The conductor didn’t allow her to finish. “I can, and I will. Like I said, nobody rides for free on my train. He’s lucky I waited for us to pull into the station and didn’t throw him off as soon as I discovered him.” He stared pointedly at her. “And if I were you, I’d check my belongings to make certain he hasn’t pinched anything.”

      “I’d never take anything from her.” The indignant declaration was the first thing Leo had said in his own defense since the conductor had grabbed him a few minutes earlier.

      She gave the boy a reassuring smile. “I know you wouldn’t, Leo.”

      The conductor shook his head in disgust. “I don’t have any more time to waste on this.” He finally released his hold, causing Leo to stumble a bit at the suddenness of it.

      Then Mr. McIvers gave the bottom of his vest a sharp tug as he shot Leo a narrow-eyed look of contempt. “If I catch you stowing away on one of my trains again, I’ll march you straight to the sheriff’s office, even if I have to delay our departure to do it.”

      He glanced Eve’s way and touched the bill of his cap in a perfunctory gesture. “We’ll be leaving shortly. You’d be well advised to get back on board before this one sweet-talks you into doing something foolish.” With that he turned and marched into the depot office without a backward glance.

      She took the opportunity to look again at the blue-eyed stranger. But he was no longer there. Nor did a quick look around show him to be anywhere on the platform. So much for his being her white knight. She shook off that fanciful thought. They’d shared only a brief glance after all. Still, it was strange how she felt as though she had lost a friend.

      She turned back to Leo, who was still glowering at the retreating form of his erstwhile captor. Then he glanced her way and his expression softened. “I appreciate you taking up for me, miss. You’ve been real nice.” He puffed his chest out. “But don’t you worry none. I’ll get on fine. This town is as good a place as any for me to step off in.”

      Eve heard both the bravado and the underlying uncertainty in his voice. What was his story? Where were his parents? Was someone searching for him, worrying about him?

      And what in the world was she going to do to fix this? She couldn’t manage her own problems. Besides, even if her limited funds would cover his train fare, he didn’t seem to have a particular destination in mind. Which meant he was running from something, not to something. СКАЧАТЬ