Lightning and Lace

chapter 27

Travis closed his Bible and grasped his sermon notes for the following morning. He’d wrestled all week with what to preach about. Forgiveness? No, that meant Zack was guilty. Love thy neighbor? That sounded too obvious—like beating his congregation over the head with a Bible. However, Travis worked hourly on trying to love Lester, but he’d rather wash pigs. Excuse me, Lord. That wasn’t necessary, just honest.

Travis reached for his coffee and downed the lukewarm brew. Topics from tithing to taking care of widows and orphans had plodded through his mind, but every reflection reminded him of Bonnie or Zack. He’d finally settled on a sermon about God’s miracles and the birth of John to Zechariah and Elizabeth. Certainly fitting for the season. He reread his notes and the Bible passage.

He pulled his pocket watch from his trousers. Ten forty-five. The weekly Kahlerville Times would be ready by now. He stood and made his way out onto the back porch where Zack was gathering and stacking wood.

“Zack, want to walk with me after the newspaper?”

“Yes, sir. I want to see what it says about the church.” He laid an armload of wood in a dry corner of the porch and swiped his hands together. The two walked around to the front of the house and then toward town and the newspaper office.

Morgan had brought Zack back on Thursday morning. Travis had missed him more than he imagined, and the thought of his one day returning to his mother’s ranch left a dent in Travis’s chest. Fortunately, Zack and his cousin Chad had renewed their friendship, and the Christmas holiday promised to be full of fun—and probably with a little mischief between the two boys. Travis shook his head in rebuttal of his own thoughts. Zack and Chad were no longer boys. They were young men.

“How do you want to spend your afternoon?” Travis said.

“I reckon I’ll work on Mama’s Christmas present. Did you have something for us to do?”

“I want to plan Christmas Eve and pray about the music. Auditions for solos are this Wednesday.”

Zack grinned. “I feel sorry for you. Some of those folks sing like hound dogs.”

“And I’ve already been accused of having favorites. That’s one of the reasons why the choir will do the choosing.”

“Are you going to sing?”

“Only if I’m asked.”

“Brother Travis, you and my little brother have the best voices in the church. I’m sure you’ll be asked.”

Travis smiled. His charge had come so far from the hostile boy of a few months ago. After the sad business of Zack being accused of destroying church property, Travis had held his breath for fear Zack would return to his old ways. But that showed a lack of faith in God.

“Do you mind fetching the paper while I check at the general store for any mail?” Travis had ordered a book for Bonnie for Christmas, but he wanted it kept secret in case it didn’t arrive in time.

After Mrs. Rainer had confided in him that she had encouraged Bonnie to write stories, he decided he wanted to do his part, too. The Houston Post advertised a book by Eleanor Kirk called Information for Authors. He’d promptly mailed his request to the author, indicating he wanted it to give someone for Christmas. Lots of time remained before the celebration, but Travis wanted to read the book before he gave it to her. Some writers said things about God that he didn’t approve of.

In front of the newspaper office, Travis gave Zack three cents, and they parted company. “I’ll meet you at the general store. Your grandpa may be working today.”

The sound of the bell over the door of Kahler’s General Store welcomed Travis inside to the crowded shelves brimming over with goods. He smelled a mixture of cinnamon and leather. “Morning, Pete. How are you doing?”

Pete Kahler passed him a grim look. “I’ve been better, Brother Travis.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Have you read this morning’s paper?” Pete leaned on the counter.

“No. Zack’s getting it now.”

“You won’t like it.” Pete pounded his massive fist on the countertop. “There’s gonna be a special set of coals for Lester Hillman, and I plan to be there to light the kindling.”

“Whoa. What’s it say?” Travis sensed a slowly rising panic. What had Lester done now? “Do you have a copy?”

“I threw it in the stove as soon as I read it. I should have taken it to the outhouse.” Pete glanced out the window. From the size of him, a man might think twice before riling him. And Pete Kahler was definitely riled.

“What does it say?”

Pete nodded toward the window. “Here comes Zack now. Looks like he’s reading it. Wish I could spare my grandson what’s written there.”

Curiosity had nearly gotten the best of Travis, but he waited until Zack entered the store and handed him the paper. His pale face told Travis more than he wanted to know.

“And I didn’t think it could get worse.” Zack walked to the potbelly stove and warmed his hands.

Without a word, Travis read the headlines: “PINEY WOODS CHURCH VANDALIZED.” The beginning of the article ran straight to what happened until a section regarding Lester Hillman caught his attention: “I take an early morning ride to pray and think about what the good Lord wants me to do that day.”

That alone made Travis want to rip the paper into pieces. “I saw Zack Kahler throw a rock at the church, and I heard the window shatter. I shouted at him, but he told me to mind my own business. He cursed me, too. I then reported the incident to the sheriff. As much as it grieves me to see one of our town’s youth destroy church property, I am prepared to replace the Bible, the windows, and the hymnals. Brother Whitworth has been trying to guide young Zack, but obviously his work has been in vain. Due to my respect for the deceased Ben Kahler and his widow, I elected to confer with Morgan and Grant Andrews, the boy’s uncles, to find a suitable military school for him. I feel prompt attention to the matter will increase the chances of this wayward youth mending his ways.”

Travis lifted his gaze from the newspaper, too angry to speak, too dumbfounded to think clearly. “Does the man have a conscience?” he finally said. “He lies as though every word from his mouth is gospel truth.”

“You and my uncles aren’t planning to get rid of me, are you?” Zack narrowed his eyes, first at Travis then at his grandpa. “I’ll run away. I swear I will.”

“No. Listen to me, Zack. It’s another one of Lester’s ways of making himself look good,” Travis said.

“If Ben were—” Pete started then stopped himself. “Zack, neither of us can live in the past. What Lester had printed is wrong. All of us who love you know it.”

“But I don’t understand. Why is God punishing me? I’m trying real hard to do all that the Bible says, and horrible things keep happening. I give up. I give up.” Zack turned and dashed out the door into the street.

“Best go after him.” Pete leaned on the counter. “I’ve got a notion to pay Lester a visit. He’s given this family trouble since before Frank and Ellen were married. That man can spread more gossip than a dozen old biddies.”

Travis remembered Ellen’s story and her deliverance from Kahlerville’s brothel. Lester had manipulated the citizens of this town for quite a while.

“Wouldn’t help a bit, Pete,” Travis said. “He’d have more stories to spread.” He watched Zack disappear toward their home. “I need to see to Zack.”

“You suppose he’ll run off?”

“I hope not.” But I ran when the going got tough. He made his way to the door.

“Thanks for all you’ve done for us, Brother Travis. I hope someday we can repay you.”

Travis despised statements like that. His past wasn’t worth the newspaper print for Lester to tell the story. “This is my life. I only want to help.”

As he suspected, Zack was throwing clothes together in a small bag. His Bible lay on the bed. All had not been lost.

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere away from this town and Lester Hillman.”

“The world’s full of men like him. They just have different names, different reasons to hurt folks.”

Zack glanced up from his furious packing. His reddened eyes revealed the scar across his heart. Travis would have done anything to take away the agony etched in his young face, but Jesus had already done that.

“You don’t know what it’s like, trying to live a good life when Lester seems to want me dead.”

“Not just you, Zack—your uncles, your mother, and me.”

“Why? What have we done to him? Is he still mad ’cause Papa refused to sell him the Morning Star?”

“I believe there’s more to it.”

“No matter. I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving. Tell my mama ’bye for me, will you? Don’t want her worrying.”

“She will. All of us love you, Zack. Stay. Fight this thing with Lester. We will win.”

“I can’t. I’m tired, and God keeps punishing me for all my sins.”

Zack’s words echoed from the past when Travis was convinced that God had him tied to a whipping post. He couldn’t let the young man live with the doubt of God’s love and power in his life.

“You’re on your way to being a fine man. Don’t let Lester spoil what’s ahead for you. I was in your shoes not so very long ago. I understand your doubts and how misfortune seems to stalk you like a wildcat looking for prey. I’m going to tell you a story that I’ve never told anyone. I’m not proud of it at all. Sometimes I toss and turn in bed at night and wonder what I could have done differently.”

In the quiet of that first Saturday in December, Travis revealed to Zack what had driven him away from his Tennessee home. How he’d befriended a woman from a brothel, asked her to marry him, and lost his church when others disapproved.

“And now you’re here,” Zack said. “Is what happened in Tennessee why you look and dress a little strange?”

“I ’spect so.”

“Are you still hiding from yourself?”

The question penetrated Travis’s soul. He hadn’t reasoned the situation like that before. “Maybe I am. I think I need you here as much as you need me. Will you stay?”

Zack stood from the bed. “I reckon I don’t have any choice. If I run off, Lester might go back to bothering my mama.”

Not if I can help it.

The young man forced a smile. “Someday I might find out what you look like under all that hair.”

Travis chuckled. “You might at that. Right now we need to go see your mama before she reads the newspaper.”

*****

Bonnie blew out the lamp and snuggled under the warm quilt of her bed. The unexpected visit from Travis and Zack had unnerved her for a little while, but she’d come to expect the worst from Lester.

Her poor son. She prayed his life soon returned to that of a normal boy. As she studied him tonight, she saw her soon-to-be thirteen-year-old son was no longer a boy. Travis referred to him as a young man, and she had to agree.

Sylvia Hillman. Had she approached Lester about her knowledge that he’d given Bonnie the wine? Or had she tucked it into the secluded part of her heart where Lester’s infidelity with Martha lay? Lester had pushed all of them to the limit. If the man turned up dead, a dozen or more folks would be questioned. And she’d be one of them.

Unable to find a comfortable spot in the bed, she opened her eyes and touched the opposite side of the bed. How long had it been since she’d done this? The habit ended weeks ago, and she hadn’t been aware of no longer leaning on the past. Odd that tonight she sought the comfort of one who now lived with Jesus. Perhaps the turmoil around her brought on a need for love and reassurance or maybe the twinge of guilt at recognizing the incessant tugs at her heart for Travis.

“Am I being unfaithful to you?” she whispered in the darkness. How many times had the question echoed in her mind?

Nothing but night sounds responded, yet the angst in her soul dissipated. The Bible gave her freedom to remarry, and although Travis appeared as the most unlikely man for her to give her affections to, somehow that very thing had happened. She laughed lightly in the darkness. She, who had always believed a man must be as handsome as the day was long, had fallen for a man she could not see. Blind to her eyes except for the part of him that God loved the best. Mercy, what was she doing robbing her body of sleep by dwelling on a man like a lovesick girl?

Bonnie promptly closed her eyes, determined to sleep and cease this foolishness. He might detest her. She held her breath and remembered Thanksgiving. She’d seen the look in his eyes—the only visible area of his face. Go to sleep, crazy woman!

Squeezing her eyes shut, she deliberated everything from Lydia Anne’s riding lessons to Michael Paul’s piano and schoolwork to the grotesque situation with Lester, who had now dragged Zack through the manure.

Maybe she didn’t feel love for Travis at all. Maybe her weary mind simply needed a diversion until Lester stopped his torment of her beloved family. That’s it. I’ll not spend another moment deliberating on Travis until my precious son, family, and friends are safe from Lester Hillman.

Tomorrow after church, she’d talk to Frank and Ellen Kahler. Days ago she’d considered the possibility of Ellen helping her in this war with Lester, but digging up the past was often painful.