Tallie's Hero Mass market paperback - 2012

ONE

Badminton House, Gloucestershire, Englandsummer 1878

Lord Henry Arthur George Somerset married Tallas Cameron on the Beaufort estate at the Badminton House chapel, a miniature version of St. Martin-in-the-Fields, London, that had been built by the same architect. Following the ceremony, the reception took place in the beautifully decorated twenty-by-forty-four-foot grand hall, the very room where, one rainy afternoon, several of the Duke of Beauforts friends returning from military service in India had introduced a new sport to the English countryside.

Among the hundreds of people at the wedding were Lord Randolph and Jennie Churchill, along with their three-year-old son, Winston.

When do we get to play badminton? Winnie asked the bride as his mother approached her to offer congratulations.

Oh, honey, Im afraid you will have to come another day to do that, Tallie answered the lad.

Did you marry Lord Arthur?

Indeed I did. I was going to wait until you were old enough, but I decided youll probably find someone else by then, Tallie teased.

I probably will. Winnie looked over toward the fireplace where Arthur was leaning against the mantel, watching the mingling of the guests. Do you know what my daddy said?

What did he say?

He told Mama that he was surprised that Arthur got married. Doesnt he like you?

Winnie! Jennie scolded. Havent you ever heard that children should be seen, but not heard?

I know that. But I think if I have something to say, I should say it.

You have nothing to say. Now you just skedaddle over to one of the serving people and ask politely for a cookie and a glass of punch. Im going to summon Mrs. Everest to take you to the nursery.

Winnie looked at Tallie and smiled. Mama always calls biscuits cookies, because shes an American.

And Im an American whos going to box your ears right here in public if you dont do as I say, Jennie said.

Yes, Mama. With a laugh, Winnie walked away.

He is a delightful and intelligent child, Tallie said.

Yes, though sometimes his precociousness can be a challenge.

Tallie laughed.

My dear, Im so pleased that you married Arthur. You know that the Somerset property he uses when hes in London is right next to my house. That will give us ample opportunity to be friends, Jennie said.

Ill be looking forward to our visits.

Lady Somerset, Ive not had the opportunity to meet you, a gentleman said as he approached the two women.

Maybe she doesnt want to meet you, Jennie said, laughing. Tallie, this is Moreton Frewen. He is one of Englands most noted adventurers, and even if I say it begrudgingly, a very good horseman. Im sure you will see more of him when the Beaufort foxhunting season begins.

Lady Randolph, you cant fool me. I know you love me.

That is wishful thinking, my friend, and now if you will excuse me, I must join my husband. Oh, Tallie, I meant what I said. I hope that we can become friends.

Im sure that we will.

You will learn much from Jennie Churchill, Moreton Frewen said. She has become one of the most influential hostesses in all of London and a principal member of the social set.

Oh, Im afraid that I will never be more than an observer of the social set.

Dont sell yourself short, my dear. You are a beautiful young woman, and Im told that you have wit and charm. Those are the prime requisites for being influential in London Society.

As Tallie and Moreton conversed, Arthurs father, Lord Henry, the 8th Duke of Beaufort, came over to speak to them.

Squire Frewen, does my good daughter-in-law need rescuing from your overly abundant charms and exaggerated stories?

Your Grace, whatever do you mean? You cant tell me you havent enjoyed my tales of Africa and India. And now I have just returned from America, with even more stories that Im sure you will find just as amusing.

I hope so, Moreton, but if you will excuse us, I would like a word with my daughter-in-law.

When Moreton was out of earshot, the duke spoke quietly to Tallie.

Your husband isnt by your side. This is a very grave social faux pas, and I shall address him about it.

Please dont. This day has been stressful for Arthur.

Has it not been equally stressful for you? Yet you are not avoiding your duties. I would think it would be more difficult for you, because Arthur knows everyone in this room, and you are acquainted with hardly any of the guests.

Perhaps what you say is true, but Arthur is a sensitive man. Surely, sir, you have seen that about him.

Humph. Yes. Sensitive. I cannot tell you how appreciative I am of your sacrifice, and if you are in need of anything, please do not hesitate to just ask. Arthurs mother and I will be eternally at your service.

With that comment, the duke turned and quickly walked away, leaving Tallie to wonder what he was trying to tell her. What did he mean by referring to the marriage as her sacrifice? She glanced back over toward the fireplace, but her husband was no longer there.

The reception didnt end until well past midnight. Then, when the last guest was gone and the duke and the duchess had withdrawn to their own chambers, only Tallie and Arthur remained in the great Badminton Hall.

I was beginning to think no one was going to retire until breakfast, Tallie said with a big smile. Ill just go to our bridal chamber and prepare for you.

Arthur made no reply. Instead, he poured himself a drink, then looked at her over the glass he lifted to his lips.

Hurrying upstairs, Tallie found their rooms among the 116 in the house. Mrs. Ferguson, who had been Tallies governess and caretaker since the death of her mother, was waiting for her when she entered the bedchamber.

Im so glad youre here, Tallie said as she embraced her friend.

Lets get you out of your wedding dress and into some of these pretty things youve picked out. Mrs. Ferguson chose one of the most alluring nightgowns and held it up for Tallie. I think Lord Arthur will really like this one.

When Tallie was dressed, she took a deep breath.

Dont be afraid, little one. This is a rite that all women dream of, and your husband is a very gentle man. He will love and cherish you as only a husband can love a wife. Mrs. Ferguson moved toward the door to let herself out.

Mrs. Ferguson, thank you, for taking such good care of me for the last ten years.

I wouldnt have it any other way. Your parents would be proud of the woman their daughter has become, and Im proud of you, too. Good night, my dear.

Mrs. Fergusons words, your parents would be proud of the woman their daughter has become, played over in her mind. Would they be proud? she wondered.

Here she was, married to a man that she knew she didnt love. Perhaps that was the legacy she had been left by her parents. George and Millicent Cameron had been married for over thirty years, and not once, in the twelve years of Tallies life before her mother died, had Tallie ever seen an expression of love between the two of them.

Her father, a sea captain who had gone down with his ship when Tallie was a teen, was stern and stoic, unemotional, even at her mothers funeral, held at the parish church at Downe, Kent. Tallies neighbors Charles and Emma Darwin had comforted the young girl when she lost her mother, not her father. The one positive thing he had done was hire Mrs. Ferguson.

Mrs. Ferguson and the Darwins had helped to make Tallie the woman she was, not her parents.

Every morning, once her lessons and chores were done, Mrs. Ferguson and Tallie would cross through the shaw of oak trees that separated the Cameron house from the Darwin house.

She still remembered the day Charles Darwin had given her a precious giftone that had been her refuge since girlhood. Tallie had entered the drawing room where the renowned author, his flowing beard, gray-white and unkempt, was reclining on the sofa. An inviting platter of current-filled pastries sat on a stool in front of him.

Ah, Tallie, you are just in time. The plum heavies are hot from the oven, and your aunt Emma is just concluding her Bach fugue.

My dear, did you practice your piano this morning? Emma Darwin asked.

Yes, maam. Tallie took a seat on the floor in front of Uncle Charles, as he preferred to be called. I loved the piece I played. I believe it is the most beautiful song Beethoven ever wrote.

And what would that be? Darwin asked.

Fr Elise.

I know that piece. Darwin began humming the familiar song, so horribly off-key that one could not recognize the tune at all.

Emma shook her head at her tone-deaf husbands efforts, and Tallie hid her smile.

I think wed better start our new book.

What did you choose, Uncle Charles? Tallie asked as she moved to her favorite horsehair chair in the corner.

Ive chosen one I think you will enjoy. Its one of Jane Austens books, Lady Susan.

When Emma put the book down, it was well past six. Darwin rose from the sofa and, grabbing his cane to assist him, walked into the study.

This is for you, my dear, he said, returning to the drawing room. He handed a red book to Tallie.

Thank you. Tallie took the book and opened it, seeing blank pages. She looked back to Darwin with a quizzical look on her face.

You study your lessons for Mrs. Ferguson, you practice the piano for your aunt Emma, and I want you to do this for me. I want you to write something every day. Someday I want you to write a story. And since you know how much I like happy endings, make sure your story has one.

Since then, Tallie had never been without her red notebook. She had filled many, even writing a book about an orphan girl who had been adopted by a loving family. That story line had closely mirrored her relationship with the Darwins. As she waited for her husband to come to their nuptial bed, she opened a fresh notebook and began to write.

Helen waited expectantly for Lord Londonderry to come to their wedding bed. Lord Londonderry had proven his loyalty to the Queen by his exemplary military service. How lucky she was, a commoner, the daughter of a greengrocer, to have won his love. And now, she was to share his bed, to be deflowered.

Smiling, Tallie lay the book aside. She wouldnt go any further until she had actually experienced her own deflowering. In anticipation, she strategically placed a few drops of perfume on her body, one drop between her breasts, and another drop on her stomach, just below her belly button. She laughed as she thought of Arthurs reaction when he discovered the scent of that drop. Then, she lay back in bed thinking of the great mystery that was about to be revealed to her, wondering what it would be like. She waited for Arthur to come to her.

When more than an hour had passed, she began to worry that something might be wrong, and putting on her dressing gown, Tallie left the room to search for her husband.

She found Arthur in the dressing room that joined the bedchamber to a small sitting room. He was fully clothed, sitting in a chair, staring into the flame of a single candle, a glass in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of whiskey in the other.

Arthur? she asked, confused and concerned. Arthur, is everything all right?

Arthur looked at her, and never had she seen such an expression of pain on anyones face. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a swallow before he replied, No, my dear. Everything is not all right. I have made a huge mistake, and not for myself alone, but for you as well. I have forced you into a position where you must make a choice, and neither choice can be attractive for you.

What are you talking about? What choice?

You must choose between a life of celibacy, or adultery. There is no third option.

Oh, Arthur, what are you saying?

Im sorry, Tallie. Arthur finished the whiskey in his glass, then, taking the bottle, he rose and stumbled toward the door. I cant tell you how sorry I am.

Texas Panhandlelate spring 1879

Jeb Tuhill, his brother, Jonas, and three other hands who worked for the Two Hills Ranch were separating out some imported shorthorn bulls that were going to stand as sire at El Camino Largo, a neighboring ranch.

I dont agree with this, Jonas said. Why cant Falcon de la Garza buy his own bulls?

Pop wants all the herds to be stronger. He thinks these shorthorns have a better chance of beating Texas cattle fever, and the more there are on the range, the better we will all be, Jeb said.

You could have talked him out of itthat is, if youd wanted to.

At that moment Travis Wellborn was prodding a bull, trying to force him into the chute, but the bull didnt want to go, and without warning it turned and charged the cowboys horse. The frightened animal reared up and threw its rider to the ground. As the horse galloped away, the bull turned his attention toward the downed man.

Travis sprinted to reach the fence, but the bull was gaining on him. Seeing what was happening, Jeb urged his horse into a gallop. He grabbed his rope from the saddlebow and began whirling it around his head, making the loop larger and larger, then threw the loop toward the bull.

The loop dropped around the bulls head, and Jeb wrapped his end of the rope around the saddle horn.

Dig in, Liberty! Jeb called to his horse.

The horse, well trained for such things, held its legs out stiff, bracing against the pull of the bull. The bull was jerked up short before he could reach Travis.

By now a couple of other riders were mounted, and they, too, dropped a rope around the bull. Once stopped, he was led into the chute without any further difficulty.

By golly, Travis! I thought you were a goner there! Will Tate called.

I sure wouldve been iffin Jeb didnt snare that bull, Travis said.

My brother, the hero, Jonas teased, and the others laughed, though it was more a laugh of relief than of humor.

Jebs rescue of Travis was the talk of the evening as the cowboys gathered around the embers of a low-burning fire, the smell of roasted meat permeating the air. The cook had barbequed a goat, and the men were well fed and satisfied.

Yes, sir, ole Traviss goose wouldve been cooked if Jeb hadnt roped that bull when he did, Will Tate was telling the others.

Youre a hero, Katarina Falcon de la Garza said as she approached the men. When she reached the fire, its glow reflected off her raven hair and caused her flashing black eyes to sparkle.

Im not a hero, Jeb said as he took Katarinas hand and helped her sit beside him. Anyone else wouldve done the same. I was just in the right place at the right time.

Katarina, Felipe Falcon de la Garzas daughter, moved closer to Jeb and laid her head on his shoulder as his arm closed around her. He had met her when hed first wintered a herd in the Palo Duro. The next year, when the Tuhills and Goodnights moved their operations from Colorado to Texas, the two had naturally fallen in together and developed a close friendship.

Thats my big brother, Jonas said rather sarcastically, as he poured a drink from a jug of liquor that Senor Falcon de la Garza had brought for the cowboys. Jonas took a swig of the tequila. To the hero. Jonas raised his cup, then threw its contents on the ground. How is it that hes always in the right place at the right time? Can you answer that, Katarina? What makes him so special?

Jonas, you ought to go easy on that stuff. Jeb chuckled to ease the comment.

You might get away with telling everybody else around here what to do, but you dont tell me. Im my own man. I dont need you for anything, and dont you forget it.

Just then one of the cowboys jumped up. Dancers, form your squares! he shouted.

Come, Katarina. Jeb pulled her to her feet as he stood.

Katarina looked back at Jonas, who was once again filling his cup. Jonas, are you all right? she asked, concerned.

Im fine. Just fine. Go on. Dance with the hero. You dont need me.

I dont understand him sometimes, Jeb said, watching Jonas head toward the bunkhouse. It seems like no matter what I do, it gets under his skin.

Jonas is jealous of you, Katarina said.

Jealous of me? What have I done to make him jealous?

You really dont know, do you? Everything you do makes him jealous. Youre the only educated man in the canyon, and besides that, you still do all the cowboy things better than almost anybody else. Every cowhand who is anywhere near the Palo Duro Canyon looks up to you. When theres a problem, who do they come to? Its not Jonas.

Thats because Im older than he is.

Thats not a good enough reason. Your father is older than you, and yet you have the final say about everything. Papa knows that the bulls that are being put on El Camino Largo would not be coming if Jeb Tuhill didnt think it was the right thing to do.

Just then the skirling sound of a fiddle started, and the caller began to call a dance. He was clapping his hands and dancing on the wood floor that had been put down on the ground as if he were part of a square himself.

Lets dance, Jeb said, glad for the diversion, because the direction of the conversation was making him uncomfortable.

Only two women were on the Two Hills Ranch besides Jebs motherEdna, the cook, and Tess, the foremans wife. Edna and Tess joined Katarina and an alternating cowboy to stand for the fourth woman to complete one square for a dance.

Jeb and Katarina danced the first set. After that, he enjoyed watching her, her eyes flashing, her long hair swinging, and her colorful skirt swirling about her. She had to be exhausted, having ridden with her father and the men from El Camino Largo all day, but she danced with every cowboy who asked her. It seemed that she could make each man feel as if he were the most important person in her life. Jeb admired that trait in her.

Jeb, one of the men in the band called. Why dont you come up here and play so Miss Katarina can dance for us?

Yeah, do it! one of the cowboys called out, and the others mimicked the call.

All right, Jeb said. Ill have to go get my guitar.

No, you wont, Edna said. I knew theyd ask you to play, so I brought it out for you.

Jeb looked over at Katarina. Its up to you. Do you want to do this?

I love to dance. She raised her hands over her head and struck a sultry pose.

Jeb removed his guitar from its red-felt-lined case, handling it with care. After a bit of tuning he looked at Katarina, who took her position. He lifted his leg to put it on an overturned bucket, and resting his guitar against his knee, he began to play. His fingers were flying over the strings, the melody rising and falling as he thumped on the body of the guitar to keep the rhythm.

Katarina whirled and dipped as her boots made a staccato beat on the wooden floor. The strenuous performance of song and dance continued for more than three minutes, then ended with a grand crescendo.

Their performance was met with loud cheers and applause. Just then, Jonas stumbled out of the bunkhouse, obviously inebriated.

You missed it, Jonas, Pete Nabro said.

The hero again? Jonas slurred his words. Nah, I didnt miss a damn thing.

Jonas went directly to Katarina and pushed aside the cowboys who were standing around. He pulled Katarina to him, and in front of everyone, he kissed her deeply, forcing her body back in a deep bend. Instinctively, she placed her arms around his neck.

Jonas pulled her up into an intimate embrace.

You like that, dont you, Katarina? He gave her another crushing kiss.

Jeb stepped up to his brother and put his hand on his arm. Back off, Jonas.

Says who? Looks to me like the lady is liking my attention. Shes been waitin aroun for you to make a move, and wheres it gotten her? Jonas said indistinctly. Once more he tried to kiss Katarina. This time she turned her head to one side, but her arms were still wound around his neck, and Jeb noticed she was smiling.

Come on, Katarina, I think its time to call it a night, Jeb said, taking her by the hand and leading her away from Jonas.

The boss man is telling us what to do, is he? Well, not this time, big brother, youre feedin off your range. Shes mine. With that, Jonas started swinging wildly.

Jeb ducked under the swings, then picked Jonas up bodily and carried him, still flailing ineffectively, to the bunkhouse.

The next morning Jeb headed toward the house for breakfast. He and Jonas had both slept in the bunkhouse, allowing Katarina and her father to use their rooms. When Jeb went in, his father and Senor Falcon de la Garza were sitting at the table, where James Tuhill was reading over some papers that Felipe had brought.

Good morning, Jeb, wheres your brother? Elizabeth Tuhill asked when he entered the kitchen. She was standing over the cookstove watching bacon twitching in the pan.

I expect hell be along shortly.

I understand things got a little rowdy last night, James said.

It wasnt bad.

Humph. That isnt what Edna said when she came in. She said Jonas got a bit out of hand.

Really, it was nothing. He was just letting off a little steam. No harm was done.

Just then Jonas came into the kitchen and went straight to the coffeepot. I dont need you to speak for me, he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee with trembling hands.

Sit down, Jonas, and get that chip off your shoulder, James said.

Wheres Katarina? Jonas asked, then took a drink of his coffee.

Shes still in bed, Falcon de la Garza replied. She was tired from the ride over and then the dance last night. Im glad shell have a few days to rest before we go home.

Oh, then were not driving the bulls out today? Jeb asked.

No, take a look at this. James handed the paper he had been reading to Jeb, as Elizabeth set bacon, fried eggs, and hot biscuits in front of the men. Then, after filling their coffee cups, she joined them at the table.

The paper was an invitation to visit Charles Goodnights ranch. With more capital from John Adair, the JA had grown to about one hundred thousand acres, making it the largest spread in the Palo Duro Canyon. Adair had tried to talk the Tuhills into expanding as rapidly as Charles had, but Jeb had thought it would be better to pay off their original note and own their land outright. The JA and Two Hills were now the most efficient and prosperous ranches in the Texas Panhandle.

Are we going? Jeb asked.

Of course were going, Elizabeth answered. How long has it been since Ive seen Molly?

Jeb chuckled at his mothers comment. I guess that settles it. Were off to see the Goodnights.

Its not just the Goodnights, James said. If you read on, John Adair will be there as well, and hes brought several of his English countrymen with him. Id bet that they know the kind of return John is making on his money, and they want to get in on this American cattle bonanza, too.

It could be that, or maybe theyre coming to us for investment capital, Jeb suggested.

Thats a possibility.

When do we leave?

Wills loading the wagon now. Your mother wanted to ride, but Patties got a lame foot, so I think well leave her horse behind. You boys and Felipe will ride along beside us.

Is Katarina going? Jonas asked.

No, I want her to stay here and rest. Anyway, she wont be up before noon, and when she does wake up, Edna can take care of her, Felipe said.

Ill need to go over a couple of things with Travis, and then Ill be ready to leave when you are, Jeb said, then finished his cup of coffee.

Im not going, Jonas said.

The invitation was for all of us, James said. I think youd better come along.

Pop, you know, and I know, that nobody will even know Im there. Jebs the only one Mr. Goodnight will listen to. He thinks Jeb knows everything there is to know about cows, and if hes trying to get money from some of these English dandies, you know how the conversation will go. Jeb, why dont you tell us a little bit about the profit-and-loss statements, if you dont mind, and then my big brother will stand up and rattle off all the numbers. No. Im not gonna go listen to all that bull. Im stayin right here.

Who put the burr under your saddle? Jeb asked.

You did! Jonas shouted. Do you think I dont get sick and tired of it? Boy, ole Jeb sure got all the brains in that family. If you want somethin done, and done right, dont bother goin to Jonas. Jebs the one you need to see. Well, Ive had enough. I dont plan to go over to the Goodnights just to sit there and twiddle my thumbs while you play the big expert. And its not just outsiders. Even you, Pop. You think I cant tell that Jebs your favorite?

Thats enough, Jonas! James said sharply. Youre wrong. Youre both our sons.

Im not going. Jonas folded his arms over his chest and slumped back in his chair.

Well then, suit yourself. Itll be your loss, James said as he rose from the table.

Sara Luck taught school in Alaska for six years, spending much of that time in Point Hope, 200 miles north of the Arctic Circle. Married to a retired army officer and novelist, Sara and her husband live on the beach in Alabama with a Jack Russell terrier named Charley. They travel frequently to research their books, most recently to a mountaintop in Wyoming, where they encountered mountain lions, wolves, and bears.