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Nancy Whiskey
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Excerpt
Dear Reader
Title Page
About the Author
Dedciation
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Copyright
Some fragrance stirred his brain, like a wisp of fog reaching out to him,
cooling and calming, to bathe away the feverish night horrors. Daniel raised an eyelid and realized it was Nancy’s hair, the clean-washed scent of her snuggled against his chest. She must have slept beside him to keep him from thrashing in the night, for her arms enfolded him still. She was awake, watching Trueblood build up the fire, waiting for him to wake up, as well.
He felt a strange reluctance to do so, to break the spell of her caring. Sleep was all he wanted so long as she was beside him, yet he greedily kept himself awake so as not to lose one moment of her nearness. He shut his eyes gently and concentrated on feeling the pressure of her hands, the feathering of her hair against his cheek….
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Nancy Whiskey
Laurel Ames
LAUREL AMES
Although Laurel Ames likes to write stories set in the early nineteenth century, she writes from personal experience. She and her husband live on a farm, complete with five horses, a log springhouse, carriage house and a smokehouse made of bricks kilned on the farm. Of her characters, Laurel says, “With the exception of the horses, my characters, both male and female; good and evil, all are me and no one else.”
For reenactors everywhere, who keep history and its lessons alive.
Prologue
Summer, 1793
“Nancy! You are back, finally, though I almost wish you had not come home”, Aunt Jane said, wringing her hands. “We might then have been able to put him off, even hide you from him.”
“Who? Reverend Bently?” Nancy asked distractedly as she set down her basket of medicines in the hall and undid the ties of her cloak.
“What? No, of course not. Your father has come.”
“But how is that possible?” Nancy asked, her blue eyes alight with excitement. “I thought he was dead.”
“He is sitting in the library drinking a whiskey and demanding to see you.”
“I must go to him, then.” She tucked her long blond hair behind her ears and smoothed her work gown.
“But he means to take you away with him.”
“To the army?” She looked expectantly at her diminutive aunt.
“Nancy, he means to carry you to America,” Jane said tearfully.
Nancy rushed into the library, torn between excitement and fear. The man she encountered was not what she had expected. He was old, for one thing, his face red-veined from a life of hard drinking, and at the moment, also suffused with anger.
“Ah, Nancy dearie”, he said, changing his scowl to a smile as he rose to embrace her. “Ye’ve the look o’ yer dear mother. I would have known ye anywhere.”
She looked to her uncle for confirmation that this was her father, and he nodded sadly.
“I do not understand,” she said, stepping back. “You are going to America? But there is no war in America.”
“No, but there’s land, Nancy, and opportunity fer an adventuresome man. I’ve left the army and I’ve a bit o’ money by me now. Tis my one chance fer a life. Ye mean ta say ye will nay come with me?” the Irishman pleaded in his lilting voice.
Nancy hesitated, all eyes upon her. Oddly, she thought not of her papa, whom she had never known, nor of her aunt and uncle who had raised her, but of the somber Reverend Bently, whose imminent marriage proposal she could now escape. She pictured him fuming at her departure. “Yes…I will come.”
“Wot did I tell ye? She’s a plucky lass, fer all ye’ve cosseted her like one o’ yer own. I’m not unmindful o’ that, and I thank ye heartily, but she’s my dotter when all’s said and done, and I’ve a right ta have her by me in me last years.”
As this impassioned speech put an end to all argument, even from Nancy’s now-tearful aunt, Nancy fled upstairs to pack her trunks and fend off the questions of her younger cousins about her coming journey.
Chapter One
It was night, and Daniel Tallent was hanging over the heaving side of the Little Sarah, feeling rather unwell, when he noticed Nancy Riley come through the companionway door onto the rain-slicked deck. Though she was bundled in a cloak, he knew her, for she was the only woman on board the merchant ship. He was about to call a warning to her when she made her way to the opposite rail by the expedient of having the ship lurch and throw her there. He shouted to her, but the wind beat the words back at him. So he waited for the ship to wallow again before crabbing his way across the deck to grab her.
“Let go of me!” Nancy shouted, slapping him. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Why in God’s name have you come out in a squall like this?” Daniel demanded, keeping his tenacious hold on her arm. “You could be swept overboard.”
“I wanted some air,” she shouted over the roar of the wind.
“Air? Air? Are you mad? This isn’t Hyde Park, where you can take the air when you please. Now come below.”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but was silenced by a cold wave that drenched them both and left her gasping.
“The next time she rolls to port make a run for the hatch,” he ordered.
Nancy nodded, but the ship pitched them so violently toward the rail it knocked the wind out of them, and it was all they could do to hang on. A huge man loomed over Nancy then, put an arm around her waist and whisked her across the deck to the companionway, thrusting open the door and holding it against the wind as Nancy made her way down the stairs. Trueblood turned to look for Daniel, but his brother collided with him and they more or less tumbled down the companionway in a heap, carrying Nancy to the bottom.
“In here,” Trueblood ordered. Giving her no time to protest, he pushed Nancy into a cabin and onto a cot. Daniel crawled back up the steps to secure the door, then followed them in and fumbled with a light.
“Well, Daniel,” Trueblood drawled in a deep voice, “are you going to light the lamp or not?”
“I am trying, but are you sure it is a good idea? If we break it, we could roast alive in here.”
“I am too wet to catch fire,” Nancy offered, ringing water out of her cloak, then looking apologetically at the puddle it made on the floor as the lamp cast a glow over her slim form. She noticed Daniel staring blatantly at the thin gown that clung to her, so she pulled the dripping cloak shut again.
Then she stared with fascination at Trueblood’s large form crouched in the small cabin. They had been sitting at table together for weeks, but he looked immense in the small sleeping cabin the Tallent brothers shared. Also, his straight black hair, loosed from its normal neat queue, gave him a more sinister appearance. Trueblood must have sensed he was looming, for he sat on the other cot, and Daniel slid down onto the floor.
Daniel looked more appealing than usual for being completely drenched. His shorter hair clung to his brow in wet strands or curled against his neck, and those thick eyelashes set off the blue of his eyes in a heart-stopping way. He was not a small man by any means, but he was dwarfed by Trueblood. Anyone else might have thought Trueblood the older, but Nancy knew the lines of care around Daniel’s eyes placed him at least a decade beyond her three and twenty years.
“Well, Daniel, did you get rid of what was disagreeing with you?” Trueblood asked with his usual condescension.
“No, for you are still here.”
“I meant the salt pork.”
“No, it is still lying in my stomach like a cold lump.”
“I was being very foolish. You saved my life,” Nancy said to both of them.
“I have had a lot of practice,” Trueblood said, stealing the compliment as he glanced at his brother.
“I would have managed it, eventually,” Daniel said defensively. “And whatever made you go up on deck in weather like this?”
“The same thing that drove you there,” she replied. “My cabin seems to be full of vile odors, I suppose from the bilgewater being stirred up. It was almost too much for me. And Papa’s cabin is worse, for he has been sick since the storm began.”
“Are you sure it is not the rum rather than the weather?” Daniel asked as he stripped off his soaked coat in the confined space, revealing his hard-muscled frame through the wet cloth of his shirt.
“No…” Nancy faltered, trying to regain control of herself. “That’s rather forward of you.”
“Forgive my brother, child,” Trueblood said gently. “He was raised in the colonies and never had any pretensions to manners. Whereas I went to Oxford.”
“They are not colonies anymore, but a country, as you well know,” Daniel countered.
“Of course, Daniel. At least they pretend to be a country. But with all the petty bickering and. backbiting, not a country I hold out a great deal of hope for.”
“Why did you fight beside me then?”
“Hush, Daniel. I suppose we are not very alike for brothers, even half brothers.”
“Ah, but you argue like brothers, so appearances make no matter. And it was not the rum, for Papa can, in the ordinary way, drink like a fish with no ill effects.” Nancy shivered a little, then clamped her pale lips shut so that the men would not notice. “I must go back to my cabin now or I will catch my death of cold.”
“Let me escort you across the hall,” Trueblood said as he stood up to offer his arm, almost stepping on Daniel, who scrambled up and inhaled to let them past him. Her cabin was no more than two steps away, but Nancy took his arm anyway, with a nod gracious enough to match Trueblood’s manners. Somehow his playacting stole away the horror of almost having been washed overboard. But she had not been swept into the cold sea, so she decided not to dwell on it.
“Well, Daniel, not a very propitious encounter,” Trueblood said on his return to the cabin, his dark eyes twinkling in amusement.
“And Miss Nancy Riley is as much of an enigma as ever,” Daniel answered as he stripped off the rest of his wet clothes and managed to dry himself, though the tossing ship thrust him from bed to wall a dozen times. He was wondering how Nancy could possibly manage and wished he could help her.
“Does everything have to be a mystery to you?”
“She is far too genteel a lady to be traveling with a rough soldier. I cannot believe he is her father. Have you seen the way she blushes sometimes at meals at the language he uses?” Daniel pulled on dry breeches and a shirt, leaving his damp hair tousled.
“That has nothing to say to anything. Any woman might blush who must dine with half-a-dozen men, and Sergeant Riley is not the only one who forgets to guard his tongue. That trader Dupree sneaks in some very rude comments in his French, and they make her blush more than anything her father says.”
“I must know her story or I cannot be easy in my mind about her.”
“What are you thinking?” Trueblood whispered with a twinkle in his eyes. “That she is a spy, like you?”
“Of course not. I only want to make sure she travels with the man willingly, and I do not know how to broach the subject”. Daniel stripped the wet blanket off the bed and stretched out upon the narrow mattress.
“Simply ask her. Riley does not hang about her neck. When he is not off playing cards with that Canadian, Dupree, he is so drunk he pays no attention to her.”
“Yes, Riley is as thick as thieves with Dupree.”
“Who else has he to talk to with you ignoring him and me looking down my nose at him?”
“And Dupree, taking ship with us at the last moment like that,” Daniel whispered. “I think he may be on to me.
“Well, Daniel,” Trueblood said in a quiet voice, “why did you stay in Washington’s employ if you are to be forever looking over your shoulder?”
“You did not think performing secret services such a bad life those last years of the Revolution.”
“It paid well, and someone had to keep you from getting shot or hanged.”
“You did not care about the money any more than I did. I still don’t care about it. We make plenty on trade alone.”
“Why do you do it then, little brother?” Trueblood asked.
“What else do I have? You can go back to Champfreys. Your mother wants you home. She said so in her last letter.”
“As I recall, she begged you to come home as well.”
“Not until Father admits he was wrong, and he will never do that.”
“The war has been over a long time. If Father was a Loyalist then, he is not now. You do not have to keep playing the rebel all your life.”
“That is not why I bolted,” Daniel almost shouted.
“Why then?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Secrets even from me, Daniel?”
“Do not ask, Trueblood,” Daniel begged in anguish as he closed his eyes. “It was not true, what he accused me of. That is all I can say.”
“I believe you, little brother. But it has been sixteen years, half your life, since you left. Most likely he has forgotten what he said to drive you away.”
“Ah, but I have not.”
“So you remain in service, Captain Tallent, ununiformed, unappreciated and a prey to every suspicion that flits across your mind.”
“What will become of Nancy if Riley gambles away all his money before we reach Philadelphia?” Daniel had put his arms behind his head and was now staring intently at the bulkhead, his blue eyes troubled.
“Daniel, you can take on the affairs of a whole country if you want, but you cannot save every orphan and stray dog in it.”
“I know. She just seems so particularly defenseless.”
“I have a suggestion.”
“I know, mind my own business.” He rolled onto his side and buried his head in the pillow.
“Why don’t you just ask her about her circumstances?”
“At which point she will accuse me of being forward again. You would love that. You seem to take more than a passing interest in her yourself.”
“Good manners should never be mistaken for selfinterest. I really am not trying to cut you out with her.”
“But you always seem to be there to leap into the breach when I have made a misstep.”
“If we are speaking of the Loyalist lady, she was using you, Daniel.”
“Her loyalty to the rebellion was never in question” “Precisely. Her interest in you had only to do with flag and country.”
“That’s not the way I remember it,” Daniel said as he drifted toward sleep. When his breathing became regular, Trueblood threw a blanket over him and got out a book to read in the uncertain light from the lamp.
Daniel was at the rail the next morning, feeling rather better since he had foregone breakfast. The rock and creak of the ship was restful, the rush of water against the Sarah’s side benign in contrast to the previous night. When Nancy came on deck she pointedly ignored him, and he looked away, remembering the slap. But one of his furtive glances in her direction caught her looking at him, and she smiled, so he made his way over to her.
“How is your father?” Daniel asked.
“Better, now that the weather is fair and the wind is causing no more than a gentle roll to the ship.”
“I am not much of a sailor myself.”
“I love it,” she said, taking a deep breath and smiling. “I never thought I would set foot outside of Somerset.”
“You don’t seem as though—I mean, you seem so gently bred. I would almost take you for…”
“For a lady?” Nancy asked in amusement.
“I did not mean anything by it, but there is such a contrast between you and your father.”
“Not unlike the disparity between you and Trueblood.”
“I had that coming.”
“If I am not prying, why Trueblood’?”
“His mother named him. He carries the blood of the great Oneida, Shenandoah, in his veins.”
“Shenandoah.” Nancy pronounced it wistfully. “What a musical name.”
“A legendary Indian chief who brought corn to the starving troops at Valley Forge. Though Trueblood and I are only half brothers and ‘not much alike,’ we are very close. Now, if I am not prying, why is there such a difference between you and your father?”
“I was raised by my aunt and uncle. I never saw my father until last month, when he came for me. It is strange. I have waited for him all my life, waited for him to come and take me away to wars in strange lands. I have taught myself everything I imagined a soldier’s daughter should know. But now that it is really happening, I find I cannot quite believe it.”
“And the strange land he is taking you to is America. What does he mean to do there?”
“He speaks of buying an inn.”
“He may do well for himself then.”
“If he does not drink all the profits.”
“Where does he mean to settle?”
“Pittsburgh.”
“I lead pack trains to Pittsburgh,” Daniel said eagerly, his eyes alight. “Perhaps we can travel together. If you need temporary lodgings in Philadelphia, I am well known at Cook’s Hotel there. Until you decide what you mean to do, it is as good a place to stay as any.”
“I should be glad for your advice. I did not mean to sound so angry last night. I did not know how much danger I was in.”
“It doesn’t matter. I have been slapped before.”
“Indeed? With good reason?”
“How am I to answer that?”
“Carefully. I am quite sure Trueblood would be able to turn this conversation to his advantage. I have scarcely ever seen so much social adroitness packed into one person, albeit a large one.”
Daniel gaped at her and then smiled appreciatively. “You have his measure, then.”
“I do not mean to offend you. Your brother has been most kind to me, besides helping to save my life. But I always find myself wondering what is going on behind those dark eyes.”
“A great deal, I assure you.”
“If I were a hostess, I would always invite Trueblood, for I would know I could depend on him to handle any social disaster that might arise, or at least, dispose of it skillfully.”
“But you would not invite me,” Daniel concluded, his eyebrows furrowed delectably.
“Oh, yes, I would, for one always needs a brooding, mysterious man about.”
“To create the sort of social disasters Trueblood is adept at handling.”
“You make an admirable pair. I am sure the English ladies adored you.”
“We were invited everywhere, but then Trueblood has many friends in England. Do you entertain much in Somerset?”
“My aunt does. She could have turned me into a nanny for the children, but she raised me almost like a daughter.”
“Rather terrible of your father to tear you away.” Daniel tried to sound regretful.
“I assure you he came just in the nick of time,” Nancy replied with an impish smile.
“What?” asked Daniel, who had been watching for the dimple that lurked at the left corner of her mouth.
“I lived in momentary dread of Reverend Bently making an offer for my hand. Both Aunt and Uncle seemed to think I would make an admirable wife for a man of the cloth, seeing as I have a bent for nursing.”
“And like a dutiful and grateful niece, you would have accepted him.”
“Oh, I don’t know. If I could not have thought of a way out of it. But it does seem so often, when I am in the most desperate straits, that a solution will pop into my head from nowhere.”
“Desperate straits?”
“He nearly proposed to me one Sunday, but I fainted.”
“But how do you know then—”
“I didn’t really faint, of course, but only pretended so I would not have to accept or refuse.”
“That bad, is he?”
“I have no particular aversion to Oliver Bently. He is rather more than twice my age, but he is not ugly by any means. There is only this, that having regarded him as my spiritual leader, I could not imagine myself crawling into bed with him.”
Daniel broke into laughter, and Nancy admired the way his blue eyes lit when the corners crinkled.
“It is nearly time for the midday meal, if I am counting the bells aright,” she said of the muffled clanging. “Would you be kind enough to lead me in, sir?”
“I would be honored, Miss Riley.” Daniel took her arm with great ceremony.
“What do you suppose is the correct protocol for a stairway that is little more than ladder? Shall I go first so as not to expose my ankles?”
“No, I must go first. In case you should fall, I will catch you.”
“We will try it your way. I am sure when I query Trueblood he will say the opposite of whatever you have done.”
“Undoubtedly, Miss Riley.”
They were expecting to see land within the hour, and Nancy had been hugging the rail to get the first possible glimpse, her golden hair licked about by the wind. She was not used to being idle, so the whole trip had been in the nature of a tour for her, though the hardships of being confined with little privacy, frequently tossed about a small cabin and fed on boiled peas and salted meat would not have seemed a treat to many young women.
“Trueblood,” Daniel shouted from the deck to his brother perched in the rigging, “do you see anything?”
Trueblood turned from his scrutiny of the horizon. “A ship,” he called down through cupped hands, risking a fall from the ratlines, where he clung by his legs.
“What flag?” the captain called, handing a telescope to a seaman and sending him climbing the lines to the top of the mainmast.
