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Journey of Hope
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Journey of Hope

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“Good morning, Miss Baldwin.” Stewart dropped down in the chair beside her. “Have you been out here long?”

Her heart raced from the startle. “Oh, goodness. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, had you nodded off?”

“No, I was praying. I like to spend time in prayer and reading while I’m waiting for the breakfast gong to sound.”

“Are you hungry? I can go find a steward to get something for you.” Concern etched his face.

There it was, the kid-glove treatment. Too much in the jungle depended on him being willing to defer to her, not to coddle her, especially since he’d already made his position on her authority clear. She’d have to work to change his opinion if she expected this trip to go smoothly.

“No, thank you. I prefer to wait until they’re serving and eat with everyone else.” Authoritative, healthy, strong—any of those would have been the better impression to make. Instead she’d sounded curt, almost rude.

He raised one eyebrow. “Am I being deliberately handed the cold and frosty?”

“Sorry, that came out more harshly than I’d intended. I don’t like to be fussed over. I’m recovered and fully able to take care of myself.” Now she just sounded formal and stilted.

He answered with a grin. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll make a note of it. No coddling the missionary lady.” He rose from the chair. “You look like you’d rather be alone. I’ll push off, but perhaps we could talk on the promenade after breakfast if you can get free of Mrs. Dowdy.”

“Wait.”

He sat back down.

She heaved a sigh. “I’m a little grumpy today and taking it out on you. I apologize. I often suspect all the scriptures about the tongue were written personally for me.”

“Feeling a little punk is usually a good sign of recovery. Or so they told me when I used to bite the nurses’ heads off.”

“You’re being generous. Thank you. So what put you in the hospital?”

He looked like a trapped animal. What had she said wrong?

He rallied. “Just one of the many courtesies of the Great War. Nothing you’d want to hear about before breakfast.”

Anna watched the pulse in his jaw. More like something too painful to discuss that he kept hidden behind that smile. Her stomach rumble changed her focus at the familiar throaty resound of the breakfast gong. Anna shoved the blanket back. “Speaking of breakfast. Shall we head for dining?”

He reached out and took her hand to help her up. The gloves she wore were little protection from the heat of his touch or the sudden intensity in his voice. “Not until I speak to you about something. Now. Before I lose my nerve.”

Oh, no. She thought she’d settled this yesterday. The last time a man looked that earnest she’d been forced to turn down his unwanted proposal of marriage. Twice. Surely all his flirting didn’t actually mean something. Every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of pending disaster.

“I owe you an apology. I was out of line yesterday with my attentions. I didn’t mean any offense. Flirting is an old habit I’ve yet to break myself from doing.”

She relaxed and allowed herself to breathe. “None taken. Apology accepted.”

“Good. To paraphrase Mr. Shakespeare, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot. This is strictly a business arrangement and you’re my guide.”

“Of course. Business.”

His relief was palpable. “Good, we understand each other.” He let go of her hand.

“Most certainly.” She should clarify her whole position while she had the chance. “Of course, to avoid any other possible misunderstandings between us, I need to emphasize that the business of the Gospel is a constant with me and not something I intend to set aside during our journey.”

His brow furrowed. “Are you saying you intend to convert me?”

Wind tugged at her scarf and she reached one hand to hold it secure. “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t share the Gospel with those I encounter, yourself included. But my main point is for you to understand that if there is a choice between God’s work and yours, the Gospel takes first priority for me. I’ll do the job you require, but I’ll not allow anything to compromise my higher mission.”

His gaze grew somber. “I think your standards are clear. But I would rest easier knowing you don’t intend to try to make another disciple out of me. You’ll have better luck with the local population.”

“Ah, now I’m being given the cold and frosty.”

“Apparently we both have our sticking points. How about you don’t try to convert me and I won’t flirt with you. Truce?” He extended his hand, this time for a shake.

Anna shook it firmly. “I’ll agree, provided you feel free to rescind your part of the agreement at any time you wish to know more about God. Better to clear the air now, since the jungle trek can be stressful enough. We may have to rely on each other in some very trying situations.”

“Having survived the trenches during the war, I’m sure I can handle anything your jungle has for me.”

His nonchalance urged her to further explanation. “Despite your military experience, you’re in for something quite different here—days on end of narrow, root-ridden paths, climbing over downed trees, wading through waist-deep water and dealing with the sometimes deadly wildlife.”

His grin returned. “You make the journey sound so appealing, but you left out the constant daily soakings from the rains. Not trying to get me to turn back, are you?”

Her misgivings must be more obvious than she’d thought. “No, I’m very grateful for the opportunity to fund my mission work.”

“Well, don’t worry about me. I think I can manage.” He offered her his elbow.

She placed her hand in the crook of his arm and headed to breakfast. “I’m sure you can. You appear very...able.”

“It can’t be too bad if a little bit of a thing like you can handle it.”

She laughed at his implication. “Maybe not. But don’t let that overriding confidence build up too far. When we get off the boat at Garraway this afternoon, you’ll find the trek to get to our first stop at Newaka a bit misleading as to the difficulty that lies beyond.”

He halted abruptly just inside the companionway and turned to face her, freeing her hand from the crook of his arm. “Garraway? No, we are disembarking farther down the coast at Harper. I informed the second steward of the mistake when he asked about the different destinations on our tickets. He noticed that our luggage and equipment were both stored under my name in the hold.”

Dismay snatched the core of her being. Oh, no. They hadn’t even left the ship and his need to take charge was causing problems. Why was it that every woman she’d met tried to marry her off and all the men—her father, her former fiancé—had to be in charge? No, maybe she was overreacting. Stewart didn’t understand the basic geography of the country. “Mr. Hastings, I wish you had consulted me first. I could have told you that departing from Garraway is the most direct route to the village.” Now to soften the blow by allowing him a semblance of control. “Shall I inform the second steward of the need to unload our supplies at this stop or would you prefer to be in charge of that?”

His voice repeated her patient tone. “I would have consulted with you. But, if you recall, yesterday we were interrupted by Mrs. Dowdy. Later you took to your cabin. I looked for a chance to discuss the details at dinner, but felt it improper to come directly to your cabin when I didn’t see you in the evening.”

He was too polite to say so, but between her self-imposed seclusion and her overzealous chaperone, he’d been left without all the information he needed to make the right decisions. At least he’d made an effort. “No matter. This is easily remedied. I’ll speak to the steward and meet you at breakfast.”

She turned to go. A hand at her elbow stopped her.

“I’m afraid you don’t understand. Harper is exactly where we need to disembark. The territory I must cover extends from the Putu Mountains near the Pahn village and well to the east. The mountains near the Pahn village will be my focus, but getting an overview of the entire area, prospecting and collecting samples as we go, those are all necessary objectives.”

Icy shards coated her stomach. This job meant the ability to save Taba and to have a provision for her to stay in the country while she sought more funding. The security of having all these needs met had been as much of an illusion as her father’s love. The journey Stewart proposed was far lengthier than she’d expected and over unfamiliar terrain. If there were significant delays, this plan could put her arriving after the Poro school started.

“Mr. Hastings, this was not my understanding of our agreement. I fully expected to depart this ship at Garraway today, hire my usual porters and travel to the mission post at Newaka just before first light in the morning. From there, on to the Pahn. I have my own obligations at my mission post.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Baldwin. We need to go up the Cavalla River and stop south of the first set of rapids. We’ll go overland to the west until we reach the outer edge of the prescribed mining concession area. Then we’ll slow our pace if I find areas with any real mining potential. This itinerary meets the company’s requirements and was planned with them before I left the States. I’ve mapped the whole thing out. Your bishop raised no issue with this when we discussed it in the parlor.”

“The bishop is as new to this country as you are, Mr. Hastings. He can’t be expected to understand the challenge your itinerary poses or the later implications of taking that route once we reach the Pahn.”

“Maybe not, but I understand the implications of not being thorough and doing my job. I studied all the available maps. This is the best route for my needs. I’m sorry for the confusion, but we have until Harper to discuss any other details so we are both in agreement after this.”

In her experience a man wrapped up in his own needs responded best to reason, never to emotion. If she’d learned nothing else from her father, this was one certain truth. “Do you have any idea how rudimentary and incomplete maps of the interior are? Rough approximations from a handful of explorers. Hardly accurate. Being unfamiliar with the terrain in those areas, I have to warn you that this could add unnecessary weeks to your travel time, especially with the rains still upon us. You are better off concentrating on your main objective and then journeying to the east if your deadline allows.”

“I recognize how little of this country has been mapped. I had not recognized that the terms of your employment would be such an issue, Miss Baldwin.”

He stood there without malice, just the natural confidence of a man used to being obeyed.

The buried frustrations of her lifetime made their way to the surface. Was there no end to men with plans designed around their own needs who must have their way? This delay...

Hold your tongue, Anna. Don’t... Lord, help me here.

“Mr. Hastings, this plan extends my service time in such a fashion that I must protest. I must get back to my village post. My needs have not been considered in your decision at all.”

He looked dumbfounded, but she had to stand firm now or lose any chance to redeem this situation. Panic over Taba rode on her words and made them stronger than she intended. “Simply put, this was not our agreement.”

* * *

Stewart took a slight step back, revising his estimate of the overall passivity of the missionary temperament. Then he remembered how she’d wielded her umbrella before her two attackers got the better of her.

Not their agreement? Was she trying to back out? He’d never thought to question her integrity before hiring her. Perhaps with her missionary background she knew little of how the business world worked.

“Miss Baldwin, I paid half the money down for you to guide me to the Pahn village, help me secure a working relationship with the chief and to do so in a timely manner so I can meet my deadline. The balance upon completion.”

An alarming red flush crept up her neckline and threatened to engulf her countenance. What had he done so horribly wrong? He must be explaining things incorrectly. “I did consider your needs, Miss Baldwin. A significant part of our journey will be on the Cavalla River.” He caught himself from rubbing his shirt-covered scars, a habit that only surfaced under stress. “Riding in canoes will be much less taxing for your delicate frame.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Her flush of temper receded. “I think you underestimate me, sir. The method of travel is the least of my concerns. Setting aside the issue of extra time, a route up the Cavalla in itself is neither prudent nor safe.”

“I don’t understand.”

As usual, her hands accompanied her explanation. “First, some of the Cavalla River territory was the scene of major uprisings against government taxations in recent years. A lot of the mission stations along your chosen route were deserted for safety’s sake. I cannot guarantee that some of the people we encounter won’t still harbor hostility.”

“All right, so we go armed and carefully through those areas.”

Her brows knit together. “More importantly, Nana Mala recently made a bid to become a Paramount Chief, one who rules over several villages near him besides his own.”

He stood unmoved, not understanding. “So?”

Her hands’ abrupt rhythm signaled her frustration. “His bid failed, placing a great strain on relationships with the villages directly to the east of Pahn territory, where your route takes us.”

“Does that make those villages more hostile to us?”

She shook her head and more mahogany tendrils escaped the bun at the back of her head and waved in the wind. He stopped from reaching to push them out of her way. “Probably not...”

“Then I fail to see the issue.”

“Nana Mala is the issue. He will wonder if we are plotting with those villages.”

“Surely you can reason with the man and explain when you vouch for me.”

Her laugh held no trace of humor. “Reason with a man who goes to war with little provocation? He almost killed the last missionaries who graced his compound. He will listen to me, but the danger to you is increased from your travel plans alone.”

She dropped her eyes, and the tight band around his heart eased until she spoke. “Mr. Hastings, you made an arrangement with Bishop Michaels for my guidance. You must take my advice and disembark at Garraway.”

“I appreciate your counsel, but there are many things about my position that you don’t understand. As to Nana Mala, if he can’t be managed through your influence...well, isn’t that the point of your employ? No, what I must do is disembark farther down the coast at Harper. Too much is riding on my timely completion for me to do this any other way.”

The muscles in her jawline tightened. “From my understanding, all that’s riding on your timely completion is more money. Are you so filled with...with...greed you’d traipse me all through the countryside at your leisure, taking advantage of my financial need and not considering that I might have other needs, as well? Not to mention you’re ignoring sound advice. Is money so important you must obtain it despite the potential cost for both of us?”

She might feel inconvenienced, but he had a job to do, a plan to meet his deadline and a vow to keep to his mother. Too much at stake to pull his punches now. “My greed, as you put it, is also out of desperation. Desperation to establish myself with my own employer and to earn the money to save my sick mother from an early death. For her, I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means inconveniencing you.”

Her eyes widened. He tried to soften the revelation and pleaded for her acceptance. “Miss Baldwin, we must move past this misunderstanding of the terms of your employment. Your bishop received funds from me in good faith. You yourself pointedly convinced me I had no alternative for a guide.”

Her eyes lost some of their intensity. He continued, “You were happy enough with me in the beginning when you found my funds useful, so I’ll ignore the judgment on my character for now. You wouldn’t be the first Christian woman to prove herself quick to break her commitment to me when things didn’t go the way she wanted.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand again, silencing her. “The way I see it, we have two choices. The first is for you to fulfill your obligation to me as promised in the manner I specify so that my needs, the needs of the man paying your salary, are met.”

Worry etched her face. He felt somewhat the cad for having placed it there, but the stakes were too high. If she was going to balk at guiding him where he needed to go, he had to know now. She was already plan B. He had no plan C.

She broke the silence. “And the second choice?”

“Obviously I cannot force you to honor your commitment. But if you refuse to do so, then I must insist we cable your bishop to return my funds by wiring them to Harper so I can attempt to replace you.” If he was a praying man, now would be the time. Failure stared at him through the troubled brown eyes of his only known hope. He held his breath and waited for her answer.

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