Beside Two Rivers

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Outside the gates of Havendale, Darcy drew the hood of her cloak over her hair, and leaned outside the carriage window. She called up to the driver, and he slowed the horses to a stop and looked down at her from his perch.

“What is it, miss?” Irritation marred his face and the yellow glow from the coach lamps barely colored it.

“You are to change course.”

“The only course I’m takin’ is to Meadlow as I was paid to do.”

“No, you must take us on to Fairview.”

He wiggled his head. “I cannot do that. Mr. Langbourne’s orders are to take you and the ladies to Meadlow. He warned me you would try to persuade me to go another way. But he pays me well enough for obeying his orders and not listening to the whim of a batty woman.”

“Batty?” she stormed, then calmed herself. “We can pay you more,” she smiled. “There is nothing batty in that, is there?”

“The answer is no. If you wish to go to Fairview, then you will have to wait until after we reach Meadlow.” Turning aside he shook the reins and the horses carried on down the rutted road.

Darcy leaned back with a deep sigh of disappointment. “I tried.”

The carriage dipped and swayed, jostling the passengers seated inside it. Darcy scooped Maxwell up from the floor and set him between Madeline and Mrs. Burke, where he nuzzled down into the creases of their cloaks.

“Do not be distressed.” Madeline stroked Maxwell’s ears with a gloved hand. “Once we are at Meadlow, I shall be settled, and you can make your journey. Better yet, let us send for Mr. Brennan.”

“ ’Tis a good idea, mistress,” Mrs. Burke agreed. “We shall send for Mr. Brennan the moment we arrive. Surely he will come, Miss Darcy, and without any delay. He will be glad to know you have not thrown him off. For I have no doubt Mr. Langbourne told him a pack of lies to make him think you did.”

Madeline’s eyes lit up. “Write to him and tell him to come straightaway, Darcy.”

“I shall write the moment we arrive, Grandmother.”

“If there are any persons he wishes to bring, tell him to do so. You and Ethan can marry in the nearby church. I should like a little wedding. A wedding would most please me.”

Darcy looked over at her grandmother. Her mention of “any persons he wishes to bring” made her realize she had forgotten her father and she had no memory at the moment of her mother being at Fairview. Madeline’s eyes were glazed, as if she were somewhere between the past and the future.

“I wonder how long it will take for us to arrive at Meadlow.” Darcy drew her cloak closer. “It grows chilly and I am afraid for you, Grandmother. Are you cold?”

“I have Maxwell to keep me warm,” Madeline said.

Darcy gave her a little smile. “He is your best friend.”

Madeline shook her head. “My best animal friend. You and Mrs. Burke are my best friends. Oh! What will become of my mare? We left her behind, Burke!”

“I’m sure she is fine,” said Mrs. Burke. “No ill shall come to her. She’s safe and sound in her stall, I am sure.”

Her lips trembling, Madeline slapped her hand on her lap. “I want Mr. Brighton to go to Havendale first thing and fetch my little horse. He’s the only one I trust to care for her.”

“Mr. Langbourne may not allow it,” Mrs. Burke said.

Madeline huffed.

Darcy touched her grandmother’s shoulder to calm her anxiety. “We will write to him as well, Grandmother.”

“That will give me ease, Darcy. You do it for me. I’m afraid I shall be too weary to put a pen to paper when we arrive.”

“I promise I shall. Do not worry.”

“Why are we traveling so late?” Madeline said, her tone one of growing fear. “I have no doubt there shall be highwaymen out on the road.”

“Maxwell will stave them off with his bared teeth and ferocious growl,” Darcy told her. Madeline chuckled. “Try to sleep. I’m sure Mrs. Burke has a comfortable shoulder for you to lean on.”

“Always has,” said Madeline.

Madeline leaned on Mrs. Burke’s shoulder. After a moment she fell to sleep, and the clouds broke away to reveal a full moon rising along the horizon. Darcy stared out the window at the quiet fields, wondering what Ethan was feeling, what he was thinking after being forced from Havendale? Oh, but she was glad he did not challenge Langbourne any further by testing his threat. For she had no doubt he would have shot Ethan—a thought too horrible to consider.




Ethan paced the floor of his room and raked his fingers through his hair. Darcy would not leave without sending him a letter. Something was not right, and he felt it. It clawed deep within his belly and moved up his throat, caused his hands to shake and his heartbeat to race.

Moonlight broke through the windows, brightening the room as he drew his boots over his calves. Hayward lay in a sickroom upstairs, Eliza watching over him. Ethan knocked on the door and stepped inside. He waited and watched, for the pair were troubled with amends to be made and Ethan did not want to burden them.

Eliza had not spoken a word as she sat on the bedside and listened to Hayward. Often his sentences were broken, incoherent. Other times he stared into her eyes and spoke tenderly, always ending with please forgive me for sending you away.

He drew near, saw that Hayward passed in and out of sleep. “How is he?”

“Worse, I am afraid. He is sleeping now. I listened to his pleas, to his explanations. He has lived all these years out in the wilderness among the tribes. He told me he met God there and was shown the errors of his ways.”

“I do not doubt it. Many a man has met the Almighty in the wilderness.”

“I see the regret in his eyes, and he has seen mine. I told him about your father, and it appeared to give him some relief to know I was kindly treated these many years.”

“I remember.”

“He was a good man. I miss him. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes. There hasn’t been a day gone by that I have not seen it in you.”

She dipped a cloth into water, wrung it, and bathed Hayward’s face. “We have forgiven each other. He can rest now. It won’t be long before he is gone, too. You must call Darcy and bring her to him. And I must reconcile with my daughter.”

As Eliza spoke, and while he observed her tender care for Hayward and the urgency in her face to see Darcy, his worry for his beloved nagged him. And how would Eliza react when he told her what had happened at Havendale and that Darcy had gone?

He touched Eliza’s shoulder and turned her to him. “You should rest awhile.”

“I cannot.” Eliza’s eyes glinted with tears. “Reverend Reed gave Hayward last rites.”

“I am sorry.”

A light smile touched her lips as she brushed the tears from off her cheeks. “It is all right, Ethan. I realize he has loved me despite his anger toward me. He would not have bothered to make the journey and seek me out if he did not.”

“My father would have thought well of Mr. Morgan’s efforts, as well as your compassion for him.”

“Yes. He would have urged me to forgive him.” She paused, and then looked up with sudden concern. “I am anxious about Darcy.” She stood. “Would it be better if I were to go to her alone? Which room is she in?”

He stopped her with a touch of his hand on hers. “She is not here.”

Eliza grabbed his sleeve. “Not here? Why? What has happened?”

“I rode to Havendale. Langbourne met me outside. He said she went away.”

“Away! To where?”

“He would not tell me.”

“You must find out.”

“I intend to.” He raked his fingers through his loose hair and paced. Then he explained to Eliza how he insisted Langbourne allow him inside to see for himself Darcy had gone, and how in reply, Langbourne drew his pistol and threatened to shoot him. “If I had not removed myself, I am certain he would have made good on his threat.”

Eliza’s eyes were wide. “He is lying.”

Ethan paused. “She would have come out to me if she were there, unless …”

“He prevented her somehow.”

“I should have resisted.” Ethan shook his head, feeling ashamed. “I have to go back. But I cannot leave you now in such a desperate time. What can I do to help? I can find the doctor.”

“A doctor cannot help my husband now.” Eliza reached up and touched his cheek. “Hayward hasn’t much time. He needs his daughter. You must leave first thing in the morning and find her.”