Pony Express Mail-Order Bride

She poured the rich liquid from the pot and then turned. John had walked to the table. “So what do you think of your special delivery?” he asked Philip.

Philip grinned. “I like it.”

Mark and Caleb came into the kitchen, too. “What’s a special delivery?” Caleb asked, climbing into the nearest chair.

Bella felt her cheeks flame to life. She watched as Philip scooped up Mark and tickled him.

“You two are,” he told the two boys.

Bella sat the mug in front of John.

Cara stood beside his chair, smiling at the boys and Philip. She patted her husband’s shoulder. “Would you like something to eat?”

His gaze moved to the stove, where the pan of leftover bread sat. “I’d love a couple of those biscuits.”

“With sausage?” Cara asked, heading to the stove.

“Yep, that sounds good.” John picked up his cup and took a swig of the coffee. After he swallowed, John said, “That ride home was a cold one.”

“I figured you’d get here later today.” Philip grinned.

John shook his head. “Naw, I wanted to get back here.” He grinned at Cara as she handed him his plate with two sausage biscuits.

Philip looked to Bella. “What do you think? Ready to head out?”

“Yes, but how are we going to get there? I mean, I didn’t bring a horse or a buggy with me and you came in on a Pony Express horse.” Bella couldn’t imagine the boys having to walk in that cold wind. It might have calmed down, but ten or fifteen miles was a long way for the two little boys to have to walk.

“I’ve been thinking about that and was hoping John and Cara would allow us to borrow a wagon and horse.” He looked to John. “I can have it back to you in a couple of days.”

John had just taken a bite of the sausage biscuit. His eyes widened and he looked to Cara. He chewed with pleasure.

Cara laughed. “Nope, not my biscuits. Those are from this one.” She pointed at Bella.

John swallowed. “You can borrow whatever you want as long as this little lady will give my wife the recipe for this bread.” He held out the half-eaten biscuit, as if there was any question to which bread he meant.

“What do you say, Bella? Want to give away your recipe?” Philip grinned at her. Was that pride she saw in his eyes?

Bella turned her attention to Cara. “I’ll be happy to give you the recipe.” She whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “The secret ingredient is lard.”

John roared with laughter. “Best tastin’ lard I ever had the pleasure of eating.”

The little boys laughed along with the adults. Bella loved seeing them so happy. God had known what He was doing when He’d prompted her to answer the mail-order-bride ad. For that, she was thankful.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what her new life would be like. Would the boys still be happy when the newness of their situation grew old? How were they going to feel the first time Philip reprimanded them? How was she going to react to that? So much was unsure in their lives.

* * *

Philip tried to focus on what John was saying, but his ears seemed only interested in what Bella and Cara were talking about. Her soft laughter and bright eyes continued to distract him.

“So, why don’t you two at least stay tonight and that way you’ll get an early start and not have to drive too long in the dark?” John asked.

He turned his attention back to John. “I think that’s a good idea, if Bella is agreeable.”

She turned her head and smiled at the two men. “That would give me time to write out a couple of recipes for Cara and in the morning she can make the biscuits.”

John hit the table with the flat of his hand. His voice boomed. “It’s settled, then.” He pushed his chair back. “Philip, would you mind helping me fix one of the back stalls? I’ve been needing an extra pair of hands and yours look available.”

Philip laughed. “Be glad to.” From the corner of his eye he saw both of the boys scramble to their feet.

Bella must have noticed, too, because she said, “Boys, I need you to stay inside and help me mix up a batch of oatmeal cookies. I’m sure I’ll need a couple of tasters.”

They immediately ran to where Bella stood. “I’m good at stirring, Aunt Bella,” Caleb offered, looking up at her.

“Me, too,” Mark agreed.

John laughed. “Well, if I had known there would be cookies to sample, I wouldn’t have mentioned the broken stall door.” He started to sit back down. “That stall can wait another day or two.”

Cara shook her head. “Oh, no, you don’t. You go to work. I don’t want to have to help you later. You know how I hate being in that barn. Philip’s here, so go.” She pointed at the door with a stern look.

Philip saw Bella try to hide her grin. He pushed away from the table. “Come on, John. The sooner we get the stall fixed, the sooner we get to eat cookies.”

John grumbled, “At times like these, I wish I was six again.” He pulled his coat back on and headed out the door.

Philip pulled the door shut behind them, but not before he heard the women burst out into laughter. He buttoned his coat as he stepped off the porch, glad that the wind had died down.

His thoughts turned to the trip to his adoptive parents’ farm. It would take between twelve and fifteen hours. Thankfully the road wasn’t too bad. The wagon was light and, since they weren’t taking much of anything with them, should be easy for a horse to pull.

Philip walked to the barn and could hear John singing a hymn inside. Since his real father’s death, he never entered a barn when he knew someone was inside, until he heard them moving about or making some type of noise. The silence of the barn on the morning he’d found his father had taught him to be cautious before entering. The singing inside stopped and Philip pulled the barn door open and stepped inside.

“What were you doing out there? Woolgathering?” John asked, motioning for him to come farther into the barn.

“I suppose I was.” Philip walked to where John waited.

John handed him a piece of wood. “Here, hold this.”

Philip took it and held it in place while John hammered a nail.

“Were you thinking about that pretty lady inside? I imagine you were surprised when you saw her.” He chuckled and continued working.

“No, I wasn’t thinking about her, and yes, I was very surprised. You could have warned me.” Philip picked up another board and handed it to John.

John nailed it into place. “Where would the fun be in that?” He swung the stall door back and forth.

Philip shook his head. He sat down on a barrel and looked at John, not bothering to answer him. Instead he said, “You didn’t need my help with that. Why did you want to come out here?”

A grin split the other man’s lips. “Well, for a couple of reasons. One, I wanted to thank you for taking care of the place while I was gone, and two, I was wondering what you are going to do about those boys.”

“I didn’t do anything special around here. As for the boys, I’m going to adopt them.”

“That’s what I figured.” John rubbed his chin. “Why would you want to adopt two little boys that don’t belong to ya?”

Philip frowned. What was the older man getting at? Why wouldn’t he want to adopt Caleb and Mark? “I don’t want them to go into an orphanage like I did.”

“And there’s no other reason?”

“Just say what it is you want to know, John.” Philip locked eyes with his friend, not knowing what John would say next.

John shook his head. “Are you sure you’re not taking the boys in so that their aunt will get feelings for you?”

Philip chuckled. “I’m sure. I don’t intend to fall in love with Bella. The boys need a father, and since my brother Thomas is responsible for bringing them into my life by placing that mail-order-bride ad, I’m going to be the one to take care of them.” He stood. “Now that the door is fixed, we can mosey back inside and have a cookie or two.”

“I vote for two.” John slapped him on the back. “While we’re at it, maybe you should take a good long look at the cook. She’s a fine-looking woman.”

Philip shook his head in mock defeat. How could he explain to John that he didn’t want to fall in love? He didn’t want to grieve for a woman, should something happen to her. And at the same time, Philip didn’t want a woman grieving for him, either. Would he be able to maintain a friendship with Bella and not fall in love with her and the boys? Philip planned on guarding his heart and prayed Bella would do the same with hers.

Chapter Five

Philip rubbed at his shoulder as he drove the wagon. An ache had begun about midmorning and just hadn’t stopped hurting. Probably from sleeping on the rough boards in the barn last night, he thought.

With John home, he and his wife had taken the bedroom, and Bella and the boys had slept in the sitting room, leaving Philip the barn as a sleeping place. He looked behind him at the boys huddled under the piles of blankets that Cara had insisted they take on the trip home.

Bella sat beside him on the wagon bench. They’d left a little after 6:00 a.m. She’d been quiet most of the morning. Since he really didn’t know her, Philip wasn’t sure if she was just being shy or if it was her personality to just be silent.

He pulled his hand away from his shoulder and focused on the scenery around them. The road was clear, making travel much easier. To the right he saw a large tree with dry ground under its branches and decided to pull the wagon over for a bit of lunch.

In a soft voice, Bella asked, “Is there anything I can do to ease the stress in your shoulder?”

He smiled. “Thanks, but I think all it needs is to stretch a little. I thought we’d stop here and have lunch, if that’s all right with you.” Philip set the brake on the wagon and slipped off the hard seat.

She nodded. “This is a perfect spot. The boys can play under the tree while I get lunch set out.” Bella pulled a picnic basket out from under the seat.

The boys continued to sleep as she dug out sandwiches, pickles and a jug of apple cider. Philip walked about, swinging his arms and stretching his muscles. Sitting on a wagon all day wasn’t something he was accustomed to. Now, riding a horse all day, that was a different story. He grinned. In a few days he’d be back in the saddle, riding for the Pony Express.

His gaze moved to Bella as she worked. Would they be married before he had another run? He walked to the tailgate of the wagon, where she had set out the food on a blanket.

“We should tell the boys we’re getting married, before we get to your folks’ house.” Bella handed him a sandwich.

He looked to the two lumps under the blankets. “I suppose you’re right.” Although he thought they probably already knew, since they’d talked openly about it with John and Cara Turnstone.

She grinned at him and motioned for him to watch the blankets that covered the boys. Bella raised her voice slightly. “Would you like a cookie after you finish your sandwich, Philip?”

Two blond heads popped out from under the covers.

“I want a cookie,” Mark exclaimed, shoving the blankets away and pushing his way toward the back of the wagon, where Bella and Philip were.

Philip brushed the hair on the little boy’s head with his hand. “Sandwich first, cookies last.”

“Aw, why do we have to eat the icky food first?” Mark protested, frowning down at the bread and meat Bella had just thrust into his small hand.

Caleb sat down beside his brother and yawned out the answer. “Because the icky food is the best for your body.” He grinned at Bella when he took the sandwich she offered. “But Aunt Bella’s food is never icky.”

Philip laughed. “Already a charmer, aren’t you, Caleb?”

He smiled at Philip but didn’t answer. Pretty smart little boy, Philip thought. The sandwich was good but a little dry. That was what one could expect from trail food.

“Boys, I have something I want to tell you.”

Wariness filled the children’s eyes at Bella’s words. Both lowered their half-eaten sandwiches.

Bella smiled at them. “This is good news, not bad.”

Philip half expected the boys to relax but was disappointed. Mark’s eyes began to fill with mist. He rubbed them in an attempt to fight off the tears.

Philip laid his hand on the little boy’s shoulder. In a gentle voice he said, “Buck up, little man. You might like what she has to say.” He nodded to Bella to continue.

She pushed a strand of hair from her face. “Philip has asked me to marry him and I’ve agreed.”

They continued to look at her, waiting. He grinned. “That means you get to live with me at the relay station.”

Caleb frowned. “We know that. Is that the news?”

Bella chuckled. “Well, yes. I thought you’d be surprised.”

Both boys gave her another look of exasperation and then continued eating.

With disbelief filling her voice, Bella asked, “You really aren’t surprised?”

“Nope, you told us we were coming out here so you could marry Philip. So since we found him and haven’t moved on, we figured you two were getting married.” Caleb stared at her as if she’d grown two heads.

“Plus, we heard you talking to John and Cara about it.” Mark shook his head. “We aren’t babies, Aunt Bella.” Then he finished off his sandwich. With the last morsel still in his mouth, he asked, “Can I have my cookie now?”

Philip laughed. The boys were proving to be very smart. Bella would need to stay on her toes with these two. He wiped the last crumb from his own mouth and said, “Yeah, can we?”

She shook her head and handed over the cookies. Her fingers brushed his and Bella looked up at him. Had she felt a small spark, too? Or just been surprised at his touch? He’d never expected to feel anything for her, so what was this attraction? Perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps it was static electricity in the air. Or perhaps... No, Philip refused to even think that it could be more than just a small spark of electricity.

* * *

After riding for over fourteen hours, Philip pulled the wagon into the Young family farm’s front yard. The sound of cows lowing and chickens settling in for the night were a comfort to his tired mind.

Andrew was the first to greet them. “Better move that wagon next to the porch. I have a rider coming in any minute now.”

Philip nodded and grinned. “Nice to see you, too, big brother.” He did as Andrew said and guided the horse to the porch, where his mother and her close friend, Fay, sat rocking.

His mother, Rebecca, stood and pulled her shawl closer. A smile graced her face. “’Bout time you got home, son. We’ve been waiting for days.”

He set the brake on the wagon, then jumped down and hurried up the porch steps. Philip picked up his adoptive mother and swung her around. Her squeal was the reward he’d been looking for.

“Put me down.” She playfully slapped his shoulder.

Philip hugged her close and then did as she ordered. He stepped back and grinned. “You’ll never believe this, Ma, but I’m getting married.” Not the most graceful way to announce his future plans, but no one had ever claimed he was graceful.

She looked at him with an open mouth. Her big blue eyes had grown even bigger. “You’re what?”

“Getting married.”

Rebecca looked to the wagon, where Andrew was talking to Bella. The little boys stood behind her in the bed of the wagon looking about. “I see.”

Fay stepped up beside Rebecca. She grinned at Philip. “Why don’t you all come inside? I’ll put a fresh pot of coffee on and get those young’uns a glass of milk.” She turned and entered the house before he had a chance to answer or respond.

He was grateful that Fay was taking the matter into her own hands. She had entered their lives at the same time that Seth had. Her husband had recently passed away and her landlord had kicked her out of her home. Rebecca, seeing a need, had invited her out to the farm. Fay was a part of their family now and Philip was grateful for her kind ways.

He hurried back to the wagon. First Philip helped Bella down, then he turned to swing both boys to the ground also. Then he led them up the stairs, where Rebecca still stood. He understood his mother’s shock. How many times in the past had he sworn he wasn’t the marrying kind? “Ma, I’d like you to meet Bella, Caleb and Mark.”

Rebecca nodded. “Please call me Rebecca.” She opened the screen door. “Come on in.”

Bella smiled. “Thank you. I know this is probably a shock to you. But I hope we can be friends as well as in-laws.” She entered the house. “Come along, boys,” Bella called over her shoulder.

Caleb and Mark both grinned up at Rebecca. “Are you going to be our new grandma?” Mark asked.

Rebecca kneeled down in front of him. She wiped the blond hair from his eyes. “It looks that way.” She stood and then asked, “Do you young men like cookies?”

“I do!” Mark grabbed Rebecca’s hand and began pulling her into the house.

Philip caught the door and watched in amusement as Mark chattered. “My favorite kind of cookie is oatmeal. Caleb likes sugar. I’ll eat them both. What kind do you have?”

Rebecca laughed. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to ask my daughter, Joy. She’s the one who bakes the cookies.”

Bella frowned at the little boy. “Mark, stop pulling on Rebecca,” she ordered.

He dropped Rebecca’s hand. “Sorry.” Mark bowed his head.

Rebecca looked at Bella. “Maybe we should have our snack in the kitchen. Is that all right with you?”

Philip watched as the two women walked to the kitchen with the boys between them. He wondered how long it would be before Rebecca started asking questions.

The sound of horse’s hooves pounding the ground drew his attention back to the yard. His brother Noah practically jumped from the horse. He tossed the mailbag to another of his brothers, Clayton, with a grin. Clayton was already in the saddle and halfway down the trail when Noah turned toward the house at something Andrew had said.

Noah was the smaller of the boys. Only thirteen years old, the boy could outfish, outhunt and outride all of them. He was darker-skinned and quieter than most of them. Noah raised a hand and waved.

Philip waved back as he watched the younger boy head to the bunkhouse. A yawn escaped Philip. He turned to the kitchen, knowing he’d not be allowed to stand in the doorway much longer.

Rebecca stuck her head through the kitchen door. “Come on, you have some explaining to do.”

Yep, he’d been right. His ma wasn’t going to wait much longer to find out what had happened in the last few days to change his mind on marriage. As he walked the short distance to the kitchen, Philip wondered if he should tell his family this marriage was a marriage of convenience.

He entered to find Caleb and Mark sitting at the table with a plate of cookies in front of them. Joy ran to meet him.

“I’ve missed you,” she practically whispered. Joy loved to talk to family members but was always shy around strangers.

He grabbed his little sister up into a bear hug. “I missed you, too.”

She pulled back and put her hands on both sides of his face. “Are you really getting married?”

“I am.”

“Why?” She lowered her hands to his shoulders.

“Joy!” Rebecca scolded.

Philip laughed. “It’s an honest question, Ma.” He lowered Joy to the ground, grabbed her hand and then joined the others at the kitchen table. Philip sat down and pulled Joy up onto his lap. “We’re getting married because Thomas sent for me a mail-order bride.”

Rebecca frowned. “I thought he wrote all those girls and told them that you’d changed your mind.”

“How could I change my mind? I didn’t even know I’d advertised for a bride until Bella showed up.” Philip reached for one of the cookies. So, Rebecca had known about the ad and made Thomas respond to the letters that had arrived. He bit into the gingersnap cookie and smiled. Served Thomas right for placing the ad in the first place. He could just imagine his brother having to answer each and every letter.

Rebecca asked, “Bella, would you like to take a quick walk with me?” She pushed her chair back and waited for an answer.

Philip held his breath. What would the two women talk about? What would his adoptive mother say? Would she try to talk Bella out of the marriage? If so, how would Philip feel? He’d already made peace with the idea of getting married. He looked to the two little boys, who were playing with his little brother Benjamin. What would become of them if Bella changed her mind?

Chapter Six

Bella slipped into her tan coat. What did Philip’s mother want to talk to her about? Had she guessed their intentions of making this a marriage in name only? Would Rebecca try to talk her out of marrying Philip? She followed the other woman out into the cool evening air.

Rebecca stepped out onto the porch. “I thought maybe we could walk to the river and back.” She waited for Bella to catch up with her.

“All right,” Bella agreed.

When they were several yards from the house, Rebecca spoke again. “Bella, tell me about yourself.”

Bella glanced sideways at her future mother-in-law. “What would you like to know?”

“Anything, everything. I want to get to know you. Find out who my son is marrying.” Rebecca pulled her cloak tighter about her tiny waist.

Bella nodded. The best place to start would be close to the beginning. “I grew up in the city of Douglas City, California. My parents only had two children who lived to adulthood. Myself and my sister. My sister married and moved to Denver, Colorado. Both our parents caught a fever last winter and died. I chose to stay in California. When my sister died, I was working at a bakery and planning on opening my own shop someday. But now my goal is to raise her boys.” Bella stopped talking. She wasn’t sure exactly what Rebecca wanted to hear, but she felt that should pacify the woman.

They walked on for a few minutes. Finally, Rebecca said, “I’m sorry for your losses.”

Bella swallowed. “Thank you.”

“So you have no other family?”

“No, it’s just me and the boys now.” Bella had heard the water long before she saw it. It rushed over the rocky river bottom at a fast pace.

Rebecca stopped and sat down on a large boulder. “Are you sure you want to marry Philip?” She tucked her hands deep into the cloak.

The best answer was a truthful answer. Bella sat down beside her. “No, but I have no other choice.”

“There are always other choices,” Rebecca said, searching Bella’s face.

She shook her head. “Not for me. My sister and brother-in-law left their children nothing. I quit my job unaware that my sister had lied about their wealth. If things had been as she’d indicated, I would have had the finances to raise the boys and used my savings to invest in a bakery of my own. As it turned out, I had to use most of my savings to get here.” Her voice caught in her throat. Bella fought back the tears of frustration at the turn her life had taken. She would do it all again for the love of her nephews, but she didn’t have to like it.

“What about love?” Rebecca asked.

Bella shook her head. “I thought someone loved me once, but it turned out he didn’t love me enough. I doubt any man can truly love a woman the way she deserves. So I don’t expect Philip to love me.” She looked out at the rushing water. Darkness began to cut the beauty of the running water off from her view, much like her ex-fiancé had done with love.

Rebecca’s soft voice penetrated Bella’s thoughts. “Don’t you think Philip deserves love?”

She stood. “Rebecca, we’ve talked about this. He is in no rush to fall in love any more than I am.”

“Everyone wants to fall in love, Bella.” Rebecca stood also. She dusted the back of her skirt before retracing their steps.

Bella felt a harsh laugh bubble up as she fell into step beside her future mother-in-law. “Only those who have never tasted love or who have gotten away unscathed by its cruelty.”

Rebecca stopped and turned to face Bella. “It’s obvious you’ve been hurt, but as far as I know, Philip has never been in love. He’s never been hurt by it. Will you be the first by not returning his love, should he fall in love with you someday? I only want what is best for my son, so please just think about it before you actually get married.” She searched Bella’s eyes, then turned away.