Train from Marietta
By Dorothy Garlock
WARNER BOOKS
Copyright © 2006
Dorothy Garlock
All right reserved.
ISBN: 0-446-61604-4
Chapter One
TATE DIDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT STYLE, but he knew that the woman standing
beside the rough board wall of the small depot was fashionably dressed. He had
glanced at her when he left the ticket counter and had wondered what she was
doing in this rugged Texas town. She was obviously a city woman and as out of
place as a rose in a cactus patch. Light blond hair fell to her shoulders. She
wore a small blue felt hat that matched her princess-style coat, which came
down over slim hips. The flared blue skirt that floated down around her calves
was edged with a blue satin ribbon. Her matching shoes, with slender heels,
were planted firmly beside an expensive leather valise.
What a silly hat, Tate thought, chuckling to himself. It'd offer no shade
at all. Within ten minutes, her face would be cooked in the West Texas sun.
Worried about her trunk, Kate had stepped down from the train to make sure
it was in the baggage car. When the railroad agent told her it had been left at
the last stop and was being picked up by the train from Marietta, she had
decided to wait and go on to California on the same train as her belongings.
She wondered now at the wisdom of her decision. Shortly after she'd spoken with
him, the agent had locked up and left. Now all who remained on the platform
with her were a lone cowboy and the button salesman who had been on the train
since New Orleans.
The sun was setting in the western sky. Purple shadows were sliding down
from the hills. It would be dark soon. A slight chill had entered the air with
the disappearance of the hot summer sun. The depot was far from town; only a
sprinkling of lights shone from the houses. The train from Marietta wasn't due
for another hour. It would be pitch-dark by then.
She was glad for the presence of the cowboy at the end of the platform.
She'd first glanced at him when he left the ticket counter; her eyes had met
his even though she knew that she shouldn't make eye contact with the strange
man in dusty boots and well-worn jeans. His hair was black, and he wore a
battered, wide-brimmed hat. His mouth was set in a thin line as if he somehow
disapproved of her. What was he doing here at this time of night? Regardless of
his appearance, she was glad he was here; she didn't want to be alone with the
other man.
The salesman, dressed in a striped suit and a derby hat, paced back and
forth near his sample case. She'd had the misfortune to take the same route to
California that he had chosen. When they first boarded the train in New
Orleans, he'd prattled on and on about buttons and snaps for hours. His
twitchy, talkative nature and the way he looked at her gave her the creeps.
As the three stood waiting for the train, it seemed to her that they were
the only people in all this vast and desolate land.
A door in the side of the depot opened on squeaky hinges. An old man pushed
a trolley down to the end of the platform and left it so that its bundles could
be loaded into the baggage car when the train arrived. Then he disappeared
around the corner of the depot.
The button salesman coughed and took a step toward her. She turned to see
that the cowboy was looking in their direction, but she wasn't sure who he was
looking at. She pushed herself away from the wall and walked over to him.
"Is this train usually on time?"
"Sometimes," he said. "This isn't Grand Central Station, you know."
"Well, what do you know? I thought it was." She smiled up at him. But
he didn't smile back.
What did she expect? He couldn't take a joke. He'd probably only heard of
Grand Central Station and had never been there.
"Thanks for that valuable information." She turned and walked back to
take her place against the rough boards. At least the salesman had taken the
hint and moved back to his case. She looked at her watch but couldn't see the
time in the dim light. She nudged the leather valise at her feet; if her trunk
never arrived, at least she had clean underwear and her cosmetics.
Then, in the distance, she heard the familiar sounds of a train
approaching. Could the thing be earlier than the agent predicted, or had an
hour passed already? She looked at the cowboy and saw that he was peering down
the track toward the east. She looked in that direction too, and soon she saw
the billows of smoke rising up above the huge engine. The piercing whistle was
loud enough to wake everybody for miles. The engineer was making a grand
entrance into the station. Too bad only she, the cowboy, and the button
salesman were there to appreciate the effort.
The train rolled slowly past her before coming to a stop. Two cars were
brightly lit and filled with passengers, most of whom appeared to be sleeping.
Katherine picked up her valise, walked to the edge of the platform, and waited
for the conductor to step down from the train. He smiled, took her ticket, and
helped her up the steps and into the car.
The cowboy was right behind her and edged past the conductor. Katherine
turned to the right and entered the car. Most of the seats were filled, but
halfway down she saw what she thought was an empty seat. Carrying her valise,
she made her way down the aisle and set it on the floor.
When she turned, the cowboy was still right behind her. With a grunt, she
attempted to lift the heavy bag up and put it in the rack above the seat. Quick
as a whistle, the cowboy snatched it out of her hand, and as he slung it
upward, the latch opened and her personal belongings spilled out over the seat
and onto the floor. She looked down in horror to see a pair of her lace panties
covering a pair of dusty cowboy boots.
"Sorry," he said.
Katherine was more embarrassed than she'd ever been in her entire life. All
she could do was grunt in reply, "I bet you are."
The cowboy pulled her valise from the rack and set it on the seat beside
her. He reached down and grabbed a handful of lavender lace panties, silk
slips, and lacy bras and stuffed them back into the case. As he did, a jar of
face cream fell onto his foot and opened. Katherine looked down to see the
white cream running down over the cowboy's boot. The smell of gardenias filled
the air in the passenger car. All around the car, people were stretching their
necks to look.
She thought the cowboy said something under his breath. It sounded like
"Oh, hell!" but she wasn't sure.
Fearing that he would wipe the face cream off his boot with her lavender
panties, she pulled a big handkerchief out of her pocket and handed it to him.
He jerked it out of her hand with a disgusted look and proceeded to wipe the
cream off his boot. After glancing up and down the aisle to make sure he had
picked up everything that had fallen from her bag, he tipped his hat toward
Katherine and moved on to the front of the car in search of an empty seat.
Fuming at the cowboy's back as he walked away, Katherine sat down and moved
over next to the window. He'd made her look stupid in front of everyone! She
was certain that her face was beet red with embarrassment. What a grouch, she
thought. It wasn't her fault he was so clumsy. Were all the men in the West
clods like him?
A cough that came from the aisle caused her to turn. The button salesman
stood with his hand stretched out toward her. There, swinging from his fingers,
was one of her bras. She snatched it from his hand, pushed it into the pocket
of her coat, and looked back out the window. The salesman chuckled before
walking on.
Until now, the first part of the trip had been uneventful. What more might
happen before she reached California?
Tate Castle moved on to the next car in the train in search of an empty
seat. Finding one, he threw himself into it.
He never wanted to see that woman again! All he was trying to do was help her
lift that damned bag. How was he supposed to know that it was going to fly
apart? Did women actually wear that kind of thing? Holding a handful of those
undergarments was like holding a handful of air!
He was glad finally to be heading home. It seemed like forever since he'd
seen his ranch, his friends, and, most important, his daughter. He'd missed her
terribly and knew that she'd missed him too.
It was still a couple of hours to Muddy Creek, where he would get off the
train. He was bone-tired. Tipping his hat down over his eyes, Tate tried to
sleep as the scent of flowers drifted up from his boot.
The sound of the steel wheels screeching against the tracks wakened
Katherine. The train came to a stop at the next depot, a darkened little town
called Los Rios. A new group of passengers came on board. A heavyset woman
carrying bundles of clothing under her arms came down the aisle and plunked
herself in the seat beside Katherine. The woman looked over at her and grinned,
showing snuff-stained teeth. Katherine smiled, then quickly turned away; it was
obvious that the woman had not bathed in quite a while.
"Hello, dearie, where are you goin'?"
Katherine acted as if she hadn't heard, and kept her face turned toward the
window.
"I'm going to St. Elena to see my brother and sister," the woman
offered. "I've not seen them in two years."
Katherine turned briefly and said, "How nice for you." The woman's odor
was sickening.
"My brother's been sick," the woman continued, "and my sister lost her
husband not long ago. Between you and me, it was no great loss. He wasn't worth
diddly-squat! Too lazy to come in out of the rain, you know?"
"Too bad."
The train lurched and then moved smoothly down the track. The smelly woman
kept talking, not seeming to care that her audience wasn't listening.
Katherine leaned her head against the window, her thoughts wandering.
A year ago she had received her nursing degree, fulfilling a lifelong
dream. After she had worked for a couple of years in a clinic in New York City,
her uncle in California made an offer that she couldn't refuse. He was a doctor
at a large hospital in San Francisco and wanted her to come out and assist him.
Jumping at the chance, Katherine packed up her belongings and headed West. She
was looking forward to seeing new things and meeting new people.
The leave-taking from her father had been painful. They had always been
close, and he had supported his daughter's dreams. She was sure she had seen
tears in his eyes when he told her good-bye on the platform.
In contrast, her stepmother, whom her father had married when Katherine was
very young, had merely waved good-bye and declared that she wouldn't be
surprised to see Katherine back at home within a matter of weeks.
Susie, her half-sister, thought Katherine had lost her mind even to want to
go out to such a backwater place as California when there was so much to do
right there in New York City. All she could expect to find out there were
farmers and orange trees. Kate knew, though, that Susie was glad to get her out
of the way so she would have a better chance with Edwin, the handsome nephew of
her father's business partner, William Jacobs. Susie needn't have worried;
although Edwin was a handsome man, Kate had never had any interest in him as a
beau.
The woman's voice broke into her thoughts. "My nephew done fell down a well
and drowneded. Wasn't too bright, that boy."
Katherine's thoughts traveled back over the past year. Her stepmother,
Lila, had become more distant from the family. She was so involved in all her
social activities that she was seldom at home. And when she was, she belittled
Katherine for her devotion to nursing and her lack of interest in finding a
suitable husband, a man who could support her in style.
Susie was like her mother. She loved the social life. The only things that
seemed to matter to her were the latest fashions, dinner parties, and who was
seeing whom. Katherine, on the other hand, was her father's daughter. Both of
them enjoyed reading, talking business, and even an occasional game of bridge.
Since her early childhood, they had been devoted to each other. While he also
cared for Susie, Katherine knew that she was his favorite.
She leaned her head against the window and looked out into the lightening
morning. The sun had begun to poke up over the hilltops. Telegraph poles
whizzed by, and occasionally the train passed a cluster of houses.
Katherine had hoped that the woman would take her silence as a hint, but
she kept right on talking. She talked so incessantly about her dog, her
assorted aches and pains, and her lazy husband who was angry that she was
making the trip that Katherine wanted to jump up and move; but there were no
empty seats. To top it all off, someone behind her had lit a cheap cigar,
filling the cramped car with smoke. At least it helped mask the stink of the
woman!
The conductor came through. "We will be stopping in a few minutes to take
on water. Everyone please stay on the train."
Katherine thought it would be wonderful to get a few breaths of fresh air.
She hated the cramped feeling of the railway cars. When the train finally came
to a stop, she excused herself and, with her handbag over her arm, managed to
squeeze out in front of the fat lady and into the aisle.
As she moved toward the front of the car, Katherine noticed that the button
salesman had slouched down in his seat, his derby hat pulled over his face.
Light snores came from his open mouth. Katherine moved on past him.
I hope
he sleeps all the way to San Francisco.
The conductor had opened the door and was standing out on the platform.
After checking the watch that hung from a chain on his vest, he moved into the
next car. As soon as he walked away, Katherine quickly stepped down and moved
to the side of the steps, out of the light that came from the car.
Oh, it was great to breathe the fresh air.
She looked off into the darkness and saw a long trough swing down toward
the train. Then she heard the rush of water pouring into the engine's tank.
Suddenly something hard was jammed into her back and a hand grabbed hold of
her shoulder. The sound of a revolver cocking startled her.
"Hello, Kate."
(Continues...)
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by Dorothy Garlock
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