Second Chance a Western Adventure

By R. Hess

In the spring of 1896, Rachael, just shy of her twentieth birthday, boards a train destined to a remote cattle ranch in Oregon for a prearranged employment position. An arrangement made by a guilt-ridden wife who could no longer tolerate her husband’s forceful adulterous actions upon their young housemaid. Seizing the opportunity of his wife’s intervention, he demands that Rachael take his two young illegitimate children with her on her journey west; if she wants her father to remain alive.

Traveling west from Brockport, New York, Rachael undertakes her first assignment from her new boss, the ranch owner. She will be required to transact business in a man’s world by overseeing the loading of supplies and freight along the train route. Her third business stop, Rock Springs, Wyoming, brings her face to face with four members of her new employer, three brothers and the ranch foreman. Overwhelmed, she unconsciously turns to one brother for security, beginning his commitment to her.
During the next decade of hard work, Rachael struggles to bury her past. Her new family, the Prestons and their bunkhouse crew, give her an optimistic appreciation of life as she learns there are no social boundaries in the West. By including her in all the daily trials and tribulations of ranch life, cattle roundups, hunting, procuring and preserving their food supply, expanding families, and celebrating holidays, Rachael learns to live and trust again. She receives her second chance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493152155

R. Hess

Fifth generation in the Pacific Northwest, Rebecca Hess was raised on a farm in Matlock, WA, with three siblings. Her ancestors migrated to the area filing for a homestead in 1889. Although leaving home to explore life, her roots of rural living remain. With husband Ron, they made their home on ten acres outside his hometown of Reno, NV. After raising a daughter, and the passing of parents, Rebecca is following her passion of writing historic novels about rural life, self-sufficiency, and family commitments. Self-sufficiency has lead Rebecca to learning the traditional art of blacksmithing following in the footsteps of two of her great grandfathers; Grandpa Singleton, and Grandpa Peterson. An outdoor enthusiast, Rebecca and her husband enjoy prospecting, camping, and the simpler things in life.

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SECOND CHANCE

A WESTERN ADVENTURE

R. Hess

Copyright © 2014 by R. Hess.

Front Cover art by Jim Lyons

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Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter I 1896

New Employment; On the Train Heading West; Chicago Stop; Omaha Connection; Continuing West; Rock Springs, Wyoming; Traveling with New Companions; Fun on the Train; Reaching Idaho; End of the Train Ride; The Wagon Ride to Burns; Pulling into Burns; Travel to the Ranch; Arriving Home; First Days at the Ranch; The Birthday Party; Spring Cleaning—The Garden House; Adjusting to Ranch Life; Meeting Family Friends; Preparing for Winter; The Holiday Season; New Year’s Eve in Burns

Chapter II 1897

Back to School after the Holidays; Preparing for Spring and Summer; Construction Lesson; First Proposal; Meeting the New Neighbors; New Classmates; Start of Summer; Fall Events and Harvest; Minnie’s Wedding; Earl and Gene Go Hunting; Keeping Traditions; Dinner Guests; New Year’s Eve Fun

Chapter III 1898

Winter Ice Harvest; Easing into Family Life; Civic Duties; Summertime; Berry Picking; Learning to Rope and Ride; Planning for Holiday Company; First Grandchild; Birthday Surprise; Visit from the Neighbors; Family Request; Company Arrives; Christmas Night with the Cousins

Chapter IV 1899

Late Winter Storm; Family Loss; Spring Events; Branding Troubles; Slumber Party; Planting Season; Summer Horse Training; Payback; Quarter-Century Birthday; Drive to Ontario; News from Portland; New Cooks in the Kitchen; Charlie’s Thanksgiving Dinner; Back from Portland; Winter Weather; Christmas-Tree-Hunting Party; Harry’s Enlightening Dinner; Wedding Invitation; Santa Watch and Christmas; Charlie’s House Plans; Building the Fort and Taking Flight; Turn of the Century—New Year’s Eve Party

Chapter V 1900

A New Century; The Prearranged Wedding; Clyde’s Pet; Building Charlie’s House; Spring Work and Arrival of the Contract Crew; All in a Day’s Work; Multiple Plans for Summer; Overnight Ride with Gene; Joining the Archery Club; Completing the House and Planning the Wedding; Charlie’s Wedding; Marion Becomes a Father; Craig’s Surprise to Rachael; Turning Sixty; Clyde Starts School; Fall Work; Major House Cleaning; Earl’s October Hunting Trip; Brushing Up on Math; Preparing for the Holidays; Moving the Cattle to Higher Ground; Clyde Reveals the Secret; Christmas Morning; Reading Family History; New Year’s Eve at Home

Chapter VI 1901

Dreary Winter Weather; Games after a Hard Day’s Work; Forming a Work Plan; Chicken and Dumplings; Starting the Spring Gardening; Charlie and Bessie’s Baby; Summer School; Clyde Returns Home; Final Wedding Plans and the Relatives; Ike and Mahala’s Wedding Day; Lucy’s Move to Burns; Coming of Age; Backyard Campout; Summer Haircuts; Boys at Play; Keeping Busy; Branding and Moving Cattle; News about the President; Evening Entertainment; Death of the President; Helping Emery; End of the Drive; School Social; Reading Lessons; Getting Ready for the Holidays; Christmas Morning Contest; Sitting Out the New Year’s Eve Celebration

Chapter VII 1902

Quick Decision; Shared Birthday Party; February Project; Presenting the Gift; Male Bonding; Ending the Party; Winter Colds; Spring Roundup at the Coleman Ranch; Summer Begins; Unwelcome Encounter; Agreement by Diversion; Visitors from Portland; Shooting Lesson with Harry; Trip to Ontario; Eggs for Breakfast; Moving from the Garden House; Work Continues; Summer Storm; Taking Time to Arrive; Growing Up; End of Summer; Five Presents; Late September Hunting Trip; Holiday Season; Christmas Surprises; Year’s End

Chapter VIII 1903

January Birthday Party; Early Arrival; Honest Discussion; Intercepting Messages; Bunkhouse Lesson; Asking for Guidance; Perfect Gentleman; Spring Ride; Arrival of Katie’s Cousin; Fitting In and Working Together; Perfect Decoy; Springtime; Planting the Garden; End of a Long-Distance Romance; Lucy’s Big Day; Backyard Party; New Invention Comes to Town; Summer Work Resumes; Riding Lessons; August Birthdays; Returning to Portland; Purchasing the Store; Financial Plan; Charlie’s Second Child; Shared Birthdays; Joey’s Shooting Lesson; New Opportunities for the Holidays; Thanksgiving Family News; Cliff and Phoebe’s Wedding; Christmas Trees for Cliff; Christmas Day

Chapter IX 1904

Talk with John Coleman; New Game; Amended Law; Fulfilling a Request—Trip to Nampa; Introducing the Twins; Earl Turns Sixteen; Apprentice Crew Members; Sunday Morning and Work Plans; Second Wedding; Trip to Winnemucca, Nevada; Garden Party; Self-Appointed Helpers; Waiting News from Portland; Dinner Invitation; Fourth of July Parade; Completing the Sale in Ontario; The Apology; Welcome Home; Ending Bachelorhood; Summer Help; Belated Birthday Party; Annual Family Visit to Portland; Planning for Christmas; Children at Play; Summer Dinner Lesson; Creating Entertainment; Shifting Chores; Mystery Equipment; Breaking Up the Party; Ride to Town; Helping with the Books; Marking Time; Moment to Relax; Surprise Visitors; Long Hours and Belated Present; Re-Ride; The Proposal; Announcing the News; Details of the Re-Ride; Moving In; Playing Pranks; Setting a Date; Hunting Parties; Miscommunications and Thanksgiving; Graduation Ceremony in Portland; Christmas Excitement; New Year’s Eve Surprise Party

Chapter X 1905

Teaching School; New Cowboy Gear; Unwelcome Meeting; Excitement at the Neighbors; Family News from New York; Dream Coming True; Quick Delivery; Weather Blues; Emery’s Business Proposition; Opportunity and Unsuspecting Accomplices; Annual Trip to Portland and the Fair; Extended Stay; First Reports about the Fair; Coping with the Happy and Sad Events; Independence Day Celebration; Saying Goodbye; Impatiently Waiting; Friendly Bets; Job Completed; Scheming with Grandma; Cutting the Apron Strings; A Day of Rest; Family Trip to the Fair; Traveling Home; Back to Work; Wet Cold Winter Weather; Holiday Drinks; Adding to the Family; Harry’s Christmas; Martha and Franz Working Together; Rescuing a Horse; Family Entertainment; Assessing the Training; Consequences; New Year’s Eve and the Question

Chapter XI 1906

Guests in the Kitchen; Mother-Daughter Talk; Visit from the Neighbors; Swapping Houses; San Francisco Earthquake; Neighbors Helping Neighbors; The Big Day; Shift in Plans; Move to Boring, Oregon; Building a Family Together; Planning the Ten-Year Reunion

Preston Family Tree

Dedication

To the families, friends, and neighbors who have the coffee pot on and are willing to lend a helping hand, or a quiet ear.

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Prologue

Her heart was pounding as she bolted out of bed and pulled on as many layers of clothes as she could over her nightgown. She could hear the footsteps, multiple footsteps, coming toward her bedroom door. She had to get out through the window tonight as quickly and quietly as she possibly could before they reached her door. She mumbled frantically to herself, Oh, dear God, please help me escape this time. Please don’t have anyone standing outside that window waiting for me to climb out.

She could hear the doorknob as it was being turned by someone, the men who had now reached their destination. How many were on the other side, she did not know. She knew there were at least two; he now always brought his eldest son to help him perform their dirty deeds upon her.

She kept her door locked, and had for the past four years. Only once did she put a chair under the doorknob to try to keep her intruders out and received a severe beating in exchange for her protective act. She was now there not only to perform the household duties but also forced to service the barbaric desires of the older men that occupied the residences. She started to climb out the window.

Touching her foot to the ground, she knew she had chosen the correct window. The tall outside accomplice was waiting at the other window. She had to be quiet as she crawled out, not hitting anything. She jumped down from the windowsill. She thanked God for the new moon and the pitch black as she frantically ran down the unlit street. The outside man heard her leather-soled shoes hitting the cobblestones, and he realized he was waiting at the wrong window. He took several lunging leaps to the window where she had escaped and poked his head inside and shouted, She’s running down the street! You stupid bastards had me watching the wrong goddamn window! He started after her as the members inside her bedroom came thundering out of the house.

She could now feel her pulse in her ears; the ringing was loud, her breathing hard. She didn’t stop running until she was six blocks into town, and she ducked inside a store entrance to catch her breath as she was heading toward the police station. She knew they would not follow her into the station, and she could make something up, anything, as to why she was out this time of night seeking refuge until daylight. They never bothered her during the day, at least not yet; too many household eyes could be watching.

Taking in several more very deep breaths and picking up her long skirt, she began running again. She knew the route by heart; she had practiced it several hundred times in her mind. She was determined not to let them touch her tonight. She had sworn on her grandmother’s grave she would kill them or they would kill her; she did not ever want to be violated again.

The outside man was almost upon her, she could hear him coming up fast. Dear God, please help, she whispered out loud. He grabbed her from behind, wrapping his one arm around her shoulders and his other arm around her waist; he had her pinned. She lifted herself within his grip and kicked him hard in both shins with the heels of her shoes. He let go of his grip around her shoulders but held tight about her waist. She turned and bit him hard on his neck as he was bending down instinctively to rub his shins. He let go, and she bolted, running as fast as she could and losing her sense of direction.

Regaining her bearings, she realized she had just run three blocks away from the police station; she had to make her way back through the net her perpetrators by now had cast. She was sucking in air, and her mind was spinning fast with multiple thoughts of how and what she had to do to survive. She stood for half a minute, listening; she had to know which direction was safe for her to run.

She heard the boots hitting the stones, so she lay flat against the hedge inside the short iron fence in front of a law office, putting her hands over her mouth to help muffle her heavy breathing. She was scared more than ever before. Previously there were only the brothers; now there were at least four. Two sets of boots went running past. She did not move a muscle to look up to identify her assailants. She lay deathly still and listened. Not hearing anything, she slowly stood and started back toward the police station at a brisk pace, trying to soften the noise of her shoes. She could now see the street lamp outside the station. She was almost there, and she started to run.

A huge arm swung out from behind the maple tree and grabbed her. She saw the other three men now coming, running toward her from different directions. If she could see the lights of the police station, hopefully, the policemen would hear her screams and save her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the nabber put his handkerchief in her mouth, stifling all her noise. She was now their caught prey, and she had to think fast as to how to get loose from their snare. She was slung over the shoulder of the tall outside man, with him holding her feet, and another man tying her hands tightly together as he walked behind them. The rope was cutting deep into her wrists, and she could feel her blood beginning to run down her hands. They had never been this violent before; perhaps they were going to kill her tonight.

She could identify three of the men by the smell of their cologne. The fourth man was unknown to her; he was the tall outside man that had grabbed her and now had thrown her on the ground. The routine began, and her layers of clothing were beginning to be ripped off. The unknown man started talking, which was not the usual; they normally were silent, only expounding their animal grunts and groans as they appeased themselves upon her. No one had touched her yet when she heard him ask, What the hell are you fellas doing? You only said you wanted to scare her, and we’ve done that. Now for Christ’s sake, leave her alone. She’s no whore, you stupid arrogant bastards. She thought she knew the voice but was too terrified to keep control of her emotions and place a face with the tone; would he save her?

One man was now on top of her spreading her legs, as another was holding her tied hands tightly above her head, ripping her skin once again. The unknown man kept shouting, Leave her alone! Just leave her alone! What the fuck is wrong with you bastards?

He watched in frozen horror as the man lowered his pants and plunged himself into her as the other two watched and cheered him on. The men traded places, and now the first attacker was holding the rope tied around her wrists, laughing, as the second man was unbuttoning his pants. The unknown naïve man ran away as the second attacker took his turn. He stopped three blocks away. He couldn’t leave her helpless against the three men; what was wrong with him? Was he just as sick as the three he had just run away from? He came back as the third man was finishing and kicked him off from on top of her.

She quickly rolled over and got to her feet. She clasped her tied hands together and swung upward with all her body weight hitting the man who had been holding her down. She hit him hard, just under his jaw, and the blow snapped his head back and sent him to the ground. This took the other three men by surprise. She capitalized on their stunned state and kneed her second invader in the groin, doubling him over. As he was kneeling down, she swung her clasped hands and bashed them against the side of his head; he was out cold. Pure hate and adrenalin were now pumping through her veins as the third man made the mistake of coming at her. He bent slightly forward, expecting to ram his shoulder into her stomach, but she violently brought up her knee and hit him squarely in his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. The tall unknown man finished him off with one blow; all three of her known attackers were down. She stared at the tall dark figure who did not look at her but kept his eyes to the ground. He stepped back, reached down for her coat, threw it around her, and shouted, Run, run now! She ran.

She did not know if she had killed any of her attackers, but knew she had been impregnated by one of them.

Chapter I

1896

New Employment

Mrs. Decker had arranged an employment position for Rachael at a large cattle ranch in Oregon. The duties, as she understood, would be a combined employment of household cook and town schoolteacher. It really did not matter to Rachael what the position was as long as she was leaving; she wanted to get Brockport, New York, as far behind her as possible. She had plenty of reservations, being alone in a place so far away, but what could happen that would qualify as being worse than what she had experienced over the past several years? Of course, there was always death, she thought silently. That was even a viable alternative at present. Well, if she did not like the ranch, she would still have that as a fail-safe option.

Her parents had come and retrieved her and her belongings from the Decker residence the night before her departure for final family goodbyes. The train was scheduled to leave early Friday morning, the first day of May 1896. Rachael would be traveling on a train headed to the West Coast. Helen Decker had purchased the passenger fare in advance; a one-way ticket to Nampa, Idaho, with a stagecoach connection to her final destination to Burns, Oregon. Helen had tears running down her cheeks when she had given the travel itinerary to Elizabeth Carver and could only murmur, I am so sorry, so truly sorry. I ask for your forgiveness and pray to God for his forgiveness.

Rachael sat between her mother and father, the three holding hands without speaking while waiting for the arrival of the westbound train. The silence was broken when Mr. and Mrs. Decker hurriedly arrived with two young children in tow. Mr. Barker, the town constable, was following paces behind. Rachael did not recognize either the boy or the girl. The boy looked to be about eight. His hair was darker than hers, and he had pretty brown eyes. He was thin but not skin and bones, which Rachael thought made him look taller than his actual height, probably about four feet, but would be quite handsome in a few years after he hit his growth spurt. The little girl was younger, maybe five or six, very petite, and about a foot shorter than her brother. She had two long brown braids and dark blue eyes, matching the color of her own. Both were decently dressed, and Mathew, the eldest Decker son, carried what appeared to be the children’s luggage.

Mr. Decker glared at Rachael then at her parents before he spoke to Rachael in a demanding growl, You will need to sign these court documents before you board the train.

Rachael, out of patience and despite her upbringing, snapped back, I don’t need to sign anything. I am through with you, your family, your total disregard—

Elizabeth Carver grabbed her daughter’s hand abruptly interrupting her, Rachael, my dear, please sit down.

Mrs. Decker held her eyes to the platform, too embarrassed to look at either Rachael or her parents. She was the one who let Rachael down and had allowed these horrible acts of violence to happen over an inexcusable length of time. She could not change what had happened nor could not stop her husband from saddling Rachael with their shame and burdening her with their responsibilities—responsibilities, she believed, no young woman should be asked to endure, traveling so far from family without any financial support.

Mr. Decker hailed the constable to step forward to legalize his release of the two young children to the custody of the young nearly twenty-year-old Rachael. Looking straight at Rachael and grasping her arm in a tight hold, he spoke in a low mean tone, Any word of this to anyone and your father will lose his job or perhaps even his life. Do you understand?

Rachael did understand but could only nod in the affirmative as she could not get any words out of her mouth. Rachael now realized these were probably his illegitimate children that she had overheard Mrs. Decker’s mother talking to the preacher’s wife about while her daughter and son-in-law were in Europe. The sole reason for the trip was that Mr. Decker would not grant his wife a divorce as it would be too devastating to his reputation and social status. He also could not acknowledge these two children. The mistress had died several years prior, and the children had been placed in an orphanage; Mrs. Decker could not tolerate the situation any longer. Mr. Decker made the decision to have them signed over to Rachael. This would literally solve two huge problems in his life at once; all three would be leaving cross country together and be out of his life forever.

Mrs. Decker, holding back her tears and emotions, handed Rachael an envelope and politely said, Here is your traveling itinerary along with instructions from your new employer, indicating what stations stops you are to make and the representatives you are to meet to oversee that the prepaid supplies be properly loaded onto the train. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me someday. May God bless you and keep you.

With that, Mrs. Decker gave Rachael a social hug, turned, and walked away. Rachael stood motionless, staring at the back of Mrs. Decker as she watched her depart from her life for the last time. With the extra stops Mrs. Decker had just added, the cross country trip would now take several weeks.

Mr. and Mrs. Carver had no words for Mr. Decker. They only held their gaze on him with total disbelief, stunned by what was happening before their eyes. What had he done to their innocent daughter? The conductor hollered the signal to board, so they had no time with Rachael to ask any questions; they could only give her a final hug goodbye.

On the Train Heading West

Once the train was under way and Rachael had introduced herself to the two children, she opened and read the information in the envelope that Mrs. Decker had given her. She folded into her skirt pocket the one hundred dollars which she found in the envelope. She was to meet a Mr. Fredrick Lonsberry in Chicago, Illinois, and arrange for the loading of a prepaid shipment of merchandise consisting of clothing, footwear, blankets, bolts of cloth, dry goods, and miscellaneous household items. Next stop would be Omaha, Nebraska, where a Mr. Jay McCullough would be greeting her. She should plan on a two- to three-day stay, depending on the grain delivery and the various ranch supplies, including loading time. Her final stop would be Rock Springs, Wyoming. She was to send a telegraph to a Mr. Eugene Peterson of her departure date from Omaha and contact him immediately upon her arrival in Rock Springs. She was to address the communication to Mr. Gene Peterson to be picked up by the addressee at the Rock Springs train depot. He, along with three of the Preston brothers, would be overseeing the loading of one hundred head of Angus cattle—to be specific, Aberdeen Black Angus.

Rachael had no experience handling a large herd of cattle. Her father had only several head of beef cattle and one Jersey milking cow. She did hope they would not be counting on her to assist in the loading process. If her help was expected, she would do her best not to show her ignorance or lack of experience. After these three stops, the trio would continue on the train to Nampa, Idaho, and leave the train to complete the remainder of their trip to Burns, Oregon, by wagon.

She did not know if Mr. Peterson, or any of the three Preston brothers, would be accompanying them on the train after loading the livestock. She knew the cattle would need watering as they could not be confined in the railcars for extended periods of time. Hopefully, she would receive instructions after meeting Mr. Peterson in Rock Springs and not just expected to know what her unspoken duties were and how she was to proceed. She knew none of the specifics about the cattle and the other dry goods she would be procuring in Chicago and Omaha. Was she to send word to her new employer of the expected arrival date of these goods? She had many reservations and concerns which included the explanations that she would have to give about the two newly acquired companions and her marital status. As all these thoughts rambled concurrently through her head, she honestly felt nothing worse could happen to her than what she was leaving behind. However, she truly would miss the members of her family.

Chicago Stop

The train ride from Rochester to Chicago went very smoothly, Rachael thought to herself as she stared out the window watching the approach to the depot. She and the two children were becoming acquainted and getting along quite well. She hoped that they would stay close to her when arriving in Chicago since her mother had told her, It’s a big, big station. Both children were sound asleep when the conductor announced they were arriving at Central Station, Chicago, Illinois.

Gently shaking them out of their sleep, Rachael softly spoke, We are arriving in Chicago. Please keep close to me.

Martha asked in a very sleepy voice, Are we there yet? Are we in Oregon?

Stroking her little head, Rachael replied, Yes, the train will be stopping very soon. However, we have a long way to travel before we arrive in Oregon.

Earl was now peering out the train window, and in a voice of amazement, blurted out, "Boy, this is a big place."

Rachael said in her best reassuring voice, Just stay close to me and we’ll all be fine.

She hoped to God that what she had just told them was true. She was very scared herself but knew she couldn’t show it; both children were depending on her.

Stepping down onto the train platform, Rachael had a child in each hand and was looking for her contact, Mr. Fredrick Lonsberry. Out of the corner of her right eye, she caught a glimpse of a sign, Rachael Carver. She bent slightly down to Earl and while continuing to hold his hand, pointed with her index finger, Over there.

As they began to walk over to the man holding the sign, Martha let go of Rachael’s hand and began wrapping herself up into Rachael’s skirt. By the time they reached Mr. Lonsberry, Martha was totally hidden from sight.

Extending her now freed right hand, Rachael announced, I am Miss Rachael Carver. Are you Mr. Fredrick Lonsberry?

Taking a long look at Rachael then at Earl, he replied with a confirming, Yes. He had totally missed seeing Martha. He politely shook Rachael’s hand which she retracted after a very brief but firm shake.

Mr. Lonsberry was, what Rachael thought, a typical-looking storekeeper: short, had a round belly, balding, in his sixties, and wore a body apron underneath a well-worn coat. He had an easy manner. Rachael kept her posture straight and tall, trying to radiate an air of confidence even though she had never completed a business transaction for, or with, someone unknown to her. For that matter, she had never completed a business transaction of this magnitude.

Mr. Lonsberry spoke in a soft rather feminine voice, I have the dry goods that Mr. Preston ordered several weeks back already loaded on a shared car headed west, and it will be connected to the train shortly. I believe the train will be departing about five o’clock this evening. Would you and the child like to follow me to my office for tea and lunch? Not allowing Rachael time to respond, he continued, Mrs. Lonsberry has sandwiches and cookies all prepared.

Rachael, looking down at Earl, who looked up at her approvingly, politely accepted his offer, Yes, Mr. Lonsberry, we would be honored to join you and Mrs. Lonsberry for lunch.

Just then, Martha popped her head out from Rachael’s skirt, startling Mr. Lonsberry, and in an apprehensive soft timid voice, said, I’m hungry too.

Rachael smiled and replied to Martha, Yes, I suppose both of you are hungry. They followed Mr. Lonsberry to his office to eat and wait for their five o’clock train.

Walking into the back room of Mr. Lonsberry’s warehouse facilities, Rachael noticed that Mrs. Lonsberry had fixed a nice table with egg salad sandwiches, dill pickles, canned peaches, and oatmeal cookies. Both children looked at the table with big eyes.

Rachael looked down at them, smiled, and said, We will need to get you two washed up before we eat. Just then, Mrs. Lonsberry walked into the room.

She was taller than her husband by a couple of inches and rather thin. Rachael thought she looked a few years younger than her husband too. Her graying hair must have been fairly long as it was wrapped around her head several times. Her light blue eyes sparked as she spoke, Welcome. I am Mrs. Lonsberry. She asked as she extended her hand to Earl, And you are? Earl looked at Rachael then pressed himself hard into her side.

Mrs. Lonsberry continued in a jovial mood, Let me guess—

Mr. Lonsberry interjected, Now, now, Mother, these lit’l ones have come a long way. Can’t you see they’re tired and hungry?

Mrs. Lonsberry looked at her husband, then at Rachael and smiled, Oh my, just where did I leave my manners?

She playfully started looking about the room, making the two children laugh. Rachael, now feeling a little comfortable with the newly introduced storekeeper, chuckled.

Mrs. Lonsberry extended her soft skinny hand to Rachael, Hello, my dear, I am Mildred Lonsberry or better known around here as chief cook and bottle washer!

Rachael introduced herself and the two children. After their handshake, Rachael politely smiled and asked, Which way to the washroom?

Mr. Lonsberry pointed down the hallway, Right this way.

Both children ate everything Rachael put on their plates. None of them had eaten since leaving Rochester that morning except for the tidbits that Rachael’s mother had given her which she shared with the children. Rachael took a second sandwich and split it among the three of them. Mrs. Lonsberry now felt a bit sorry for Rachael. She was just a child herself and was traveling so far away from home with perhaps her nephew and niece. She knew the children could not be Rachael’s as she was way too young to be their mother. Mrs. Lonsberry offered Rachael the use of a daybed in the corner of the office for all of them to rest. Rachael had Earl and Martha lie down for a short nap. Sitting in the rocking chair next to the bed, she drifted off to sleep herself with the sounds of Helen Decker’s voice in her head as she had consistently instructed and repeated to Rachael, Keep your kitchen neat and clean and the food properly stored. Your household finances will last longer if you always pay attention to these details.

As the three slept, Mrs. Lonsberry said to her husband as she gave him a hug, Poor thing.

He looked over at Rachael and, in a sympathetic tone, replied, Mother, please fix a lunch for them to take when they leave this evening. Mrs. Lonsberry packed three hearty lunches.

Rachael was awakened by a loud noise, which she thought came from outside, but was so disorientated being in a new place she could not tell what it was or where it was coming from.

As she bolted to her feet, she heard Mrs. Lonsberry say calmly, It’s okay, dear. It’s just the train cars being connected, not to worry.

Rachael, looking panicked, asked, What time is it?

Mrs. Lonsberry replied, Nearing four, it’s about time that we get you and the lit’l ones down to the depot. One never knows when they’ll start boarding, could be early ’cause of the crowds.

Mr. Lonsberry noted that the train would be pulling out of the Chicago station on time. Rachael didn’t really know what that actually meant because Mrs. Lonsberry had told her earlier that it was running about two hours late. The storekeeper and his wife walked Rachael and the two children back to the train station.

Mrs. Lonsberry gave Rachael a hearty hug, saying, You be careful and watch out for those handsome cowboys! They’ll steal your heart before you know it! Mrs. Lonsberry then gave both Earl and Martha a big hug and instructed, You listen to Rachael. She knows what is best for you. Mr. Lonsberry couldn’t resist and had to pinch Martha’s cheeks.

The conductor motioned for them to board and shook Mr. Lonsberry’s hand and said, I’ll watch after your daughter and grandchildren, sir. Then nodding at Mrs. Lonsberry, he politely said, Ma’am.

Mrs. Lonsberry gave Rachael a grin, and without any words, both women knew Mr. Lonsberry appreciated the comment.

The passenger car they were assigned to was fully occupied. The conductor ushered an elderly couple to their double-benched compartment politely gesturing to the empty seat. They would share this seating arrangement for the trip between the two large cities. Polite introductions were exchanged as both children hugged Rachael, too bashful to communicate with the new strangers sitting across from them. Rachael felt a sense of security with their little arms tightly clasping her, giving her the silent reasons she needed to focus on them and being excused from any conversations from strangers. She did not want to partake in any conversations with anyone but her two new traveling companions.

After leaving the train yard, the landscape began changing and was sparsely inhabited, and the small rolling knolls went on forever. The prairie grasses were beginning to turn green with the warming of the spring weather. Rachael occupied herself and the children as they traveled along with an occasional word spoken to the elderly couple; Rachael was a good listener. They were traveling to Omaha to visit their eldest daughter and family. She had married a farmer and moved nearly three decades prior, and they made the annual journey to visit each spring before the first harvest. This year, they had two new great-grandchildren to meet making a total of ten grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. Rachael found the couple pleasant, but what she really wanted was peace and quiet. She had no idea what awaited her at the end of her journey, and she wanted time, silent time, to contemplate her new life.

The number of miles traveled were hard to estimate as the scenery and landscape changed very little as they traveled west across the plains. At the first meal stop, Rachael waited for everyone to depart their car before they stepped off and onto the depot platform. The conductor had directed her to a family eatery a couple of blocks from the station where she and the children could enjoy a decent family-style meal and would be less crowded and hectic than the most popular places close to the depot.

Rachael took his advice and made the short journey to the café where she was invited to sit at the long table with a family of twelve. They were preoccupied with a discussion of their trip to Ogden, Utah, so Rachael sat nearly unnoticed. Only the eldest son realized she was there when he passed the shared food dishes to her and retrieved them after Rachael dished up appropriate portions for the two children and herself. He made a clumsy and bashful attempt of conversing with her as he was about her age, maybe a year or two older, and obviously not accustomed to talking with or sitting by unacquainted women. Rachael courteously returned his awkward conversation as she had learned the social skills of making small talk and made the effort to ease the uncomfortable situation that his mother had placed him. Rachael knew what he was feeling and felt a bit sorry for him. Finishing her meal, she helped Earl and Martha wrap up several pieces of bread and cheese from their plates and politely excused them from the table. Only the son sitting next to her stood as she helped Martha down from her chair to exit the eatery.

They leisurely made their way back to the train depot as the engineers were changing shifts and completing the checks of the engine and cars. The conductor signaled for Rachael to board and get the children settled before the rush to be assured of their same seats. Shortly after boarding, the elderly couple rejoined them. The conductor was keeping his promise to Mr. Lonsberry; he was watching after them. As the train departed the station, their car now had several empty seats, so the conductor tactfully moved the elderly couple, allowing Rachael space for Earl and Martha to play.

At dusk, the conductor helped Rachael fold their bench seats together to make a bed for Earl and Martha. He found several blankets for Rachael to throw over the top of the children to protect them from the chill of the night.

Rachael closed her eyes, realizing how different her life was becoming. She really wished her next stop was Oregon. She didn’t want to meet any more men, alone, and her next two stops would force her to do just that. More than anything, she wanted this train trip to be over; she wanted to be in Oregon.

With each stop, journeys were ended and new ones began. Rachael was thankful their car was fourth in line as the first two cars were always full. Their car was nearly full but comfortable, and the conductor was able to allow Rachael to keep the compartment to themselves. Earl and Martha were adjusting rapidly to Rachael, and with each stop, they explored the towns together, purchasing a few books and toys, along with Earl’s favorite—peppermint candy sticks. The family of twelve seemed to always pick the same eateries as she did, or perhaps the conductor steered her in the same direction knowing she would be safe with them close at hand. The eldest son began seating himself next to Rachael, developing a range of topics to discuss with her as his family talked among themselves. Rachael was kind but distant. She made her destination clear; she was beginning a new employment position at a large cattle ranch in Burns, Oregon.

Traveling through Iowa, the train was delayed several times with breakdowns of equipment and switching of cars and engines. The conductor passed through their car, announcing an unscheduled overnight stay in Des Moines, The railroad sends their apologies, and they have given everyone a voucher for a free room at one of three local hotels; passenger’s choice.

The conductor told Rachael any one of the three hotels was safe as they were all fine establishments. He would be departing her train and heading back to Chicago and thought she should stay close to the family of twelve until the train split, one heading south to San Francisco and the other north to Portland. She thanked him for all his kindness, and he said he would inform his replacement that she was to keep a compartment to herself if possible. Rachael, Earl, and Martha trailed the family of twelve to the hotel for a sound night’s sleep.

Boarding the early morning train, Rachael was surprised to see the conductor that had traveled with them from Chicago. She greeted him with a pleasant smile and a welcoming hello.

He returned her warm early morning welcome, Change in plans and work schedules. I’ll be traveling with you three through to Omaha. He rubbed the top of Earl’s head, Don’t mind, do you, son?

Earl’s answer was a smile, and Martha just rolled herself tighter in Rachael’s skirt.

Omaha Connection

They finally arrived at the Omaha train depot. Here, Rachael would be meeting a Mr. Jay McCullough. Again, Mrs. Decker did not have any physical description for her to be able to identify the man.

Both children were looking out the window, and Earl shouted, Look! A man is holding a sign with your name on it. Is that the man we’re supposed to meet?

Rachael looked in the direction Earl was pointing and replied, Yes. He does have my name printed on his sign.

She smiled down at Earl, however, she was not smiling on the inside. He was her contact; her name was on his sign.

Jay McCullough was dressed in a three-piece tailored suit. He had on a long-sleeved white shirt with the new style, high stiff collar. He had slicked-back dark hair which badly needed to be cut. He appeared to be in his early thirties, medium in height and build. Rachael had met plenty like him at the socials Mr. and Mrs. Decker had hosted. They all talked way too much, knew way too little, and drank far more than their capacity—always bragging, always staring, and always touching.

Stepping down from the train, Rachael handed the conductor their luggage, which he set on the platform, then helped Martha and Earl. Rachael, stepping down from the train, caught Mr. McCullough’s eye. He nodded and began to walk their way.

The conductor asked Rachael, Is your party here to meet you?

Giving him a hearty handshake, she replied, Yes. I believe so. If I’m not mistaken, that’s him walking over now.

He looked at the gentleman walking toward them and asked very earnestly, My goodness, ma’am, are you and the young’uns gonna be all right? Not the most trustworthy-lookin’ fella.

Rachael smiled and only said, Thank you. We sincerely appreciated your kindness during our trip.

Jay McCullough had now reached their party of four.

The conductor gave Mr. McCullough a harsh look then, patting Rachael on her back, cheerfully said to her, I’ll be lettin’ your parents know you made it safely to Omaha and your business acquaintance was here to greet you.

Rachael shook his hand, and without words, the conductor knew she appreciated his gesture of kindness.

Turning to Mr. McCullough, Rachael extended her hand, and with a firm grip, she confidently introduced herself, Hello, I am Miss Rachael Carver.

Jay McCullough had no choice but to return Rachael’s handshake. He smiled and nodded, introducing himself, Jay McCullough.

Earl had a tight hold on Rachael’s left hand, and Martha was standing behind Earl semi-wrapped in her skirt.

Jay looked at the two children, I am surprised at the age of your children and your youthful appearance. Rachael did not respond to his statement. Instead, she started with the business at hand and asked, Are the grain and supplies already loaded in the freight cars and waiting to be incorporated into the next outgoing train west?

Jay motioned her in a direction as he started walking but did not look at Rachael as he answered, Miss Carver, I believe we should go to my office to discuss our business. I have paperwork that I need to review with you and that must be signed before I can allow the cars to leave the yard.

Rachael’s instinct of distrust was overwhelming, and she needed to get a telegram sent immediately for the details of the supplies that she was to be picking up in Omaha. Trying to think quickly, she abruptly stopped walking and, in a concerning tone, turned to the broker, Mr. McCullough, before we go to your office, I would like to get the children settled so that I may focus my attention on the business details at hand without any distractions.

He agreed, believing that was a reasonable request, and gave Rachael several hotel locations. Pointing out his office building, he gave Rachael his address, and they set the time to meet at three thirty.

Rachael and the children walked two blocks to the north of the train depot to the hotel the conductor had recommended. At the reception desk, she signed the register book for three nights and asked the desk clerk for directions to the nearest telegraph office. He indicated the main train depot has the most confidential and reliable operation. Rachael hustled Earl and Martha up the stairs and told them to stay in the room until she returned. Rachael hurried back to the train station to find the telegraph office. She didn’t have much time to send a message, and hopefully receive a reply before meeting with Mr. McCullough.

The telegraph office was empty when Rachael walked in. The clerk behind the counter quickly stepped forward and asked Rachael if he could be of help.

Rachael politely smiled as she made her request, I would like to send a telegram to Rock Springs, Wyoming, please. The clerk handed her a piece of paper and a pencil.

Rachael wrote a brief note, Cars. Need # grain, # freight. The clerk read the message and asked, This is short on details. Are you sure this is all you want to send? Rachael nodded to the clerk. He then requested Rachael to write the name of the recipient at the top of her message. Rachael wrote, Mr. Gene Peterson c/o Rock Springs Train Depot.

The clerk took Rachael’s money and said he would send a runner to her hotel as soon as a reply was received. Rachael hurried back to the hotel to Earl and Martha. She hoped that Mr. Peterson would be in Rock Springs or that someone in Rock Springs would know how to reach him.

Both children were sitting quietly on the bed when Rachael walked into the room. Rachael sat with them for a few minutes then indicated they should all go down and have some lunch. As they were finishing their meal, Rachael notice a runner from the telegraph office had arrived and was headed toward the desk clerk. Rachael hustled from the table, briskly walking to the hotel registry counter. Interrupting the runner, she asked if the telegram was for her; it was.

Rachael quickly read the message: Cars. Prepay 2 grain 1 freight.

Rachael handed the runner a nickel and thanked him. She returned to the table and finished her meal then took Earl and Martha back upstairs.

Earl and Martha both wanted to go with Rachael, and she patently explained it was business that children should not be attending.

Earl looked dejected at her and asked, What if you don’t come back?

Rachael’s heart sank. She couldn’t leave these two children all alone in a strange place. Pulling the telegram from her skirt pocket and rereading it, she said, Take your books, and if you promise to sit quietly while I talk with Mr. McCullough, you may come with me.

Both children raced to get their books, and the three of them left the room, headed out to meet Mr. McCullough.

Mr. McCullough was in his office when Rachael arrived several minutes early for their three-thirty appointment. He had three men sitting around his desk, and he indicated for Rachael to wait in the lobby of the main building. After half an hour, Rachael had Earl and Martha sit facing Mr. McCullough’s door and told them to wait quietly while she discuss her business with him.

Earl looked at the huge clock on the wall and asked, How long are ya thinkin’ you’re gonna be in there?

Rachael looked at the clock and replied, I should be out by four thirty.

Earl said with a solid tone and wrinkled brow, We’ll come in and get ya at four thirty. Rachael gave him a soft smile.

Rachael knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response and spoke in an authoritative tone, I believe you have kept me waiting quite long enough, Mr. McCullough. If you desire that we postpone our business until tomorrow, I am quite agreeable. However, I will not be left sitting like a naïve schoolgirl in the lobby. Color drained from Jay’s face, and the three gentlemen in his office stood and stared at Rachael.

Jay laughingly said, Miss Carver, I have many business dealings, and I assure you that I am not intentionally leaving you to sit in the lobby like a naughty schoolgirl.

Rachael’s blood was reaching the boiling point; she was angry. How ostentatious! His behavior and attitude were unacceptable, and his arrogance was beyond Rachael’s comprehension.

Rachael held her ground and with an even steady voice said, Let us reschedule our three-thirty appointment to nine o’clock tomorrow morning, Mr. McCullough. I do hope that will allow you the necessary time to complete today’s business transactions with these gentlemen.

Rachael stepped forward and extended her hand. Jay McCullough had no choice but to honor her request and return her handshake. Rachael turned and walked out of Jay’s office.

Earl and Martha both stood as Rachael closed the office door of Jay McCullough. She motioned the two children toward the front door of the building. Once outside, Rachael headed directly to the train depot. She wanted to meet with the station manager or a representative to review the freight charges and what pending freight cars were loaded and waiting to be scheduled to be railed west to Nampa, Idaho, via Rock Spring, Wyoming. The telegraph clerk had been very nice, so she would start her inquiries with him. She needed to know who she should talk with to obtain the freight information before her nine o’clock morning appointment with Jay McCullough.

The clerk walked with Rachael and her two young companions to the office of the station manager, Mr. Stockman. The clerk knocked on the door and received a husky Come in. All four entered the room, with the manager beginning to stand. The room was sparsely furnished, only a desk with a chair and two chairs for visitors. However, the bookcases went from floor to ceiling and were filled with books and ledgers.

Mr. Stockman held out his hand to Rachael, and with a firm handshake said, Ben Stockman, station manager. Rachael took his hand and introduced herself, Miss Rachael Carver.

His pleasant easy look about himself gave Rachael an immediate sense of calmness. He was in his mid-forties, well dressed, had a slender build, and just a few inches taller than herself. He had a full head of curly grey hair and light blue eyes. He nodded to the telegraph clerk, silently excusing him, then motioned for Rachael to sit down. Only having two chairs, Earl and Martha quietly sat in the one chair together.

He began, Miss Carver, what may I do for you this afternoon?

Rachael made her inquiries concerning prepaid freight. He handed her a brochure, and she quickly scanned down the entries until she came to the Freight Rates subheading: Household goods, Omaha to San Francisco, $370 per car or $4.50 per 100lbs, well boxed.

Rachael looked up at Mr. Stockman and said, I apologize, I have misworded my inquiry. I need to know if you have received a prepaid order from a Mr. Nathan Preston of Burns, Oregon. I am here to oversee that two freight cars of grain and one freight car of miscellaneous farm and household merchandise have been loaded and would be incorporated into one of the trains going west through to Nampa, Idaho. Have you received his order and payment?

Mr. Stockman stood and paced a moment then retrieved a ledger from a middle shelf midway along the north wall. Setting the ledger on his desk, he began flipping through the pages, running his fingers quickly down the multiple columns. He stopped and turned back one page, Yes, Miss Carver. We received Mr. Preston’s order in March, and full payment has been received. My note indicates that Mr. Jay McCullough was the broker, and your name is also noted as contact for transport.

Rachael stared at the book setting on his desk and thinking to herself, how could my name be noted in his book, and when did Mrs. Decker make the employment commitment? Rachael stood and looked directly at Mr. Stockman, asking point-blank, Is Mr. McCullough an honest man?

Mr. Stockman sat down. He clasped his hands together, resting them on top of his desk as he slowly asked, Are you having a problem with the order for Mr. Preston?

Rachael took in a deep breath and, upon releasing it, answered, Meeting me at the station, he indicated he had paperwork for me to sign before the cars would be released and authorized to be connected to the next westbound train. We had a three-thirty appointment this afternoon which he did not keep. I am feeling very uneasy about the business dealing with him, so I have come directly to you.

Mr. Stockman held his gaze on Rachael and began an explanation, Jay McCullough is in the process of taking over his father’s business and has, unfortunately, not been properly attending to the business. I believe you understand what I am saying. Since Mr. Preston has been a good customer over the years, I will personally talk with Jay, and we will get you and the freight on your way as soon as possible.

Rachael gave him a slight smile and asked, I have an appointment with him at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. Would you be able to meet with us?

He picked up the ledger book and reviewed his calendar before he responded, Yes, Miss Carver. I will meet with you and Jay in his office tomorrow morning at nine o’clock. Rachael stood and held out her hand, with Mr. Stockman returning her handshake.

Jay McCullough was prompt for the nine o’clock morning appointment and was surprised when he saw that Ben Stockman was accompanying Rachael to their meeting. Rachael discovered he had failed to procure the proper grain order, and they would have to wait two weeks for the full grain order to arrive and be loaded into the freight cars. Rachael requested that he provide her with funds to send a telegram to Mr. Preston, indicating there would be a two-week delay in Omaha, and she also needed to notify her contact in Rock Springs of the delay. Mr. McCullough agreed to cover the costs. Mr. Stockman arranged for Jay to pay Rachael’s and the two children’s full expenses for their unexpected extended stay in Omaha.

Jay McCullough did get the grain order filled and the dry goods procured with the help of Ben Stockman and had Rachael on her way within the estimated two weeks.

An hour before their departure, Rachael sent a telegram to Gene Peterson: Leaving Omaha with 2 grain, 1 freight.

The telegraph clerk gave Rachael another puzzling look, For Gene Peterson, care of Rock Springs train depot?

She nodded, Yes, if you please; however, I do not require a reply. If he should send one, would it be possible to forward it up the line as the train travels west?

The clerk nodded, Yes, ma’am, we sure can.

When they stopped in Lincoln, there was a telegram waiting for Rachael: Received message. Meet in Rock Springs.

Continuing West

The landscape as they traveled across Nebraska did not look much different to Rachael. There were many travelers and the passenger cars numbering five, with three grain cars and two freight cars, making up the complete train, excluding the engine, tender, and caboose. Going by her prior traveling experience from Chicago, she chose the last passenger car believing it would be less crowded; she was correct. They had, once again, a double seat to themselves. Earl and Martha were now comfortable playing and teasing with Rachael as they journeyed cross country.

The next stop after Lincoln was Grand Island. The train stopped to restock the tender and take on water. This was a meal stop, and the passengers were requested to be back at the depot in two hours. Rachael kept to her routine and waited for all the passengers to disembark first, allowing her time to survey their surroundings without being rushed or pushed about. Out of the confines of the train, Earl and Martha both clung to Rachael, Earl with his secure handhold and Martha semi-wrapped in her skirt.

Each conductor seemed to pass along the instructions to watch over Rachael. They would quietly give her information as to the best eateries and the safest passages of travel to and from the depot to the establishments in the towns.

Stepping down from the train, Earl tugged at her hand, Me and Martha are pretty hungry. Do ya think they might have noodles here?

Rachael realized that Earl must have overheard the conductor when he had told her there was an excellent German dining hall that has the best beef stroganoff and he thought the two little ones would enjoy the noodle dish. They made their way from the train station to the eatery.

As they neared the establishment, a farm crew was entering with several noticing Rachael’s approach, and two waited for her arrival and politely held the door for her.

A husky built man slightly older than herself spoke with a very thick German accent, Care to join us for wieners und sauerkraut?

Rachael gave him a warm smile as she maneuvered Earl through the door and reached for Martha. To Rachael’s near horror, he took her smile as a yes then placed his huge hand on her shoulder and walked her to the large table where ten men were now seated. The men on one side of the table all shifted down, giving Rachael and Earl a space to sit. Taking in a deep self-reassuring breath, she sat down; Martha perched herself on Rachael’s lap.

The waitress brought out platters of food without anyone ordering, and to Earl’s delight, one was a noodle dish. He whispered to Rachael and pointed, That one.

Before Rachael could ask for the platter to be passed, Earl’s plate was heaped with beef stroganoff, and another thick German accent spouted, Flesh und noodles.

Rachael received a nod from one of the men several places down, gesturing for her to pass her plate; she did. Her plate was returned full with a scoop from each of the serving platters.

The men carried on lighthearted conversations as they began consuming their dinner, and Martha began eating the noodles from Earl’s plate of beef stroganoff. Rachael did not make them cut the noodles but allowed the two children to slurp them. By the end of their fun meal, the two kids had sauce-covered faces, and they both seemed to enjoy the German farmhands; however, Martha did not move from Rachael’s lap. The platters were scraped clean; and after clearing the dishes, the waitress brought out individual bowls of rice pudding with a scoop of ice cream for a topping. Martha’s eyes sparkled when she saw the ice cream, creating a round of jovial laughter from their dinner hosts. Rachael gently wiped their faces with her cloth napkin dipped in the hot water she had requested and not used for her tea before the two children dove into their dessert.

When Earl and Martha finished as much of their dessert as they could hold, Rachael began to excuse herself and the two kids from the table, indicating they needed to return to the train station to board the train going west to North Platte.

As Rachael began to stand, all the men at the table stood, and Heinz, the gentleman who had guided her to the table, politely helped her to her feet, saying in his thick accent, "I walk you to the bahnhof, ja?"

Rachael smiled, and not knowing any German, she answered in Danish, Det ville blive værdsat. That would be appreciated.

Several of the men nodded and smiled at her as they appreciated hearing their native language that she had just spoken.

She felt the large hand on her shoulder again as Earl grabbed her left hand and Martha indicated she wanted to be carried. They were escorted to the train station by two stout German farmhands. Walking down the now lamp-lit street, she realized the conductor had purposely suggested that particular establishment knowing the farmhands would be enjoying a hearty meal and watch out for her and the children. Rachael did want out from under the large firmly placed hand on her shoulder, however; she sincerely appreciated their