Samantha’s Choice

Amanda Anderson

Copyright © 2012 by Amanda Anderson

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Prologue

July 1866

Samantha Lancaster was afraid. She had been traveling for over a month. Her father had been dead only three months. She knew they were almost to Whispering Springs, Montana, but instead of relief all she felt was dread. She felt odd not wearing her mourning dress, but Max had assured her that it was fine. Was everything she knew wrong? Would everything be different out here?

Maxwell Carter was her father’s oldest and most beloved friend. Samantha had known Max all her life. Although he didn’t visit often, he doted on her during his visits. Max had always sent her a special gift for Christmas and on her birthday. Max had traveled to Atlanta to help her when her father had fallen ill. He had promised to provide a home for her, and had gone ahead to prepare for her arrival. The only problem was that he lived in Montana with his wife and son, whom she had never met. Max had helped her liquidate her father’s assets and settle his accounts. She had only kept her mother’s pearls and her father’s gold watch. After selling everything else she only had $75 left. How could she survive this? How could there only be $75 left out of her father’s vast holdings? Max had said there were debts, but she hadn’t known about any of them.

She now had very few choices. One she could live out her life with Max and his family as an old maid. Two she could start her own business and live alone or at a boarding house. Three she could get married. She certainly didn’t want to get married. She felt her stomach churn just thinking of it. She’d heard her friends talking about what happened in their marriage bed. The stories of blood and pain terrified her. She’d seen too the bruises on her best friend’s face after she’d been married a while. She had said it was an accident, but Samantha knew and she wanted no part of it. She would find a way to survive. She could sew. She had her Beadles guide and she had a flair for style. Surely the ladies in this town would buy dresses from her.

Max had insisted on purchasing her several new dresses. He’d explained that she would need them, and she would need to look her best. She wasn’t so sure. Would there be grand parties? She could barely remember the parties before the war. She’d been thirteen then. Now at the ripe old age of eighteen she was sure she would never see anything fine and gay again. She remembered her mother and sisters as they readied themselves for the last ball they had attended and tears burned her eyes. The happiness of those times was lost forever as was her family. Though her father had provided well for her and she had several very fine gowns, Max had insisted that they were out of fashion and too demure. The dresses he’d bought were too low cut for her taste, but it had been a long time since she’d had a new dress and she had felt as young and free as she remembered the girls being before the war. So she’d let him buy the dresses, even though she wasn’t sure how she would ever find the courage to wear one again.

She sat now wondering if her life would ever be happy again or if she would simply have to endure it. She really couldn’t hope anything more than that. Her life would go on. She would survive.

Chapter One

Samantha stepped from the coach on trembling legs and tried to shake the wrinkles from her new green dress. She had decided to change her dress at the last stop and now she longed for her own brown and tan traveling dress. It was hopeless. She looked around the town that was to be her new home and shivered. There seemed nothing in this dusty place could be called fine. She wondered again why Max had insisted on a new wardrobe. The women walking along the plank side walks were dressed simply and modestly. She thanked God that she had brought her own clothes along with the others.

“Now, don’t look like that my girl,” Max said, patting her hand that he placed on his arm. “It will just take some getting use to.”

She smiled sweetly, but was far from convinced. “I suppose bandits couldn’t be any worse than Yankees, but what about Indians?” She whispered the last part, scared that even the mention of them would somehow conjure them.

“Now, now my dear there is no need to fear Indians or bandits. Our little town may be small and young, but we are prosperous and quite civilized,” he said with a twinkle in his light blue eyes. “I am pleaded to see you wearing one of your new dresses.”

Samantha only smiled. She was doing her best to stifle her laughter at his obvious defensiveness over his town and complete lack of his knowledge of ladies fashions. “I could barely stand to risk it on the journey, but I did put it on for my arrival, I’m glad you approve.” she said simply.

Max nodded and led her to the mercantile and instructed her to look around while he arranged for their things to be sent to his house. She poked around in the store not really paying attention to anything. She picked up a dime novel and read the first page as she walked to the front window. In her distraction she didn’t see the tall man step in front of her until she’d slammed into him. She dropped the book and he gripped her arms to steady her.

“Oh, my, I beg your pardon,” she said and flushed to the roots of her hair, which she knew looked dreadful with her equally red hair. “It seems I was preoccupied,” she stammered. Samantha looked up into a pair of shining green eyes, a tanned face with a strong jaw and a slightly crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken at some point. The dark hair that fell over his forehead gave him a mischievous look that made her flush deepen.

“As I can see,” he said retrieving her book. “I wouldn’t think this would be your taste,” he said looking over the book.

Embarrassed, she only blushed and offered him a sheepish smile. “It isn’t really. I was only passing the time until Max comes back for me.”

“Might I have your name MIss?” He asked. He felt something stirring inside him that he couldn’t explain. How could this woman, well girl really, have such an effect on him? “And who is Max, a sweetheart?” He felt jealousy rise in him at the thought of another man with her.

She didn’t notice his discomfort and only shook her head. “Maxwell Carter. He is my guardian.”

He felt himself stiffen. He felt a protective instinct rise up in him and he didn’t like it. He finally looked, really looked at her and he almost lost his balance. She was a beauty, but her garments made her look the type one usually seen in such establishments as the Crimson Spur Saloon. She was very curvy. Her bosom was so full that the fabric of her gown was stretched tight and barely held them. Her hair was a fiery red and she had several curls escaping her bonnet. Her dark blue eyes shone with innocence though, and her manner was very modest and correct. That was conflicting. Unfortunately he could never get involved with an innocent, but was she really innocent or just pretending to be? He didn’t release her as he thought it over and this made her squirm and break the silence.

“My name is Miss Samantha Lancaster. I just arrived on the stage.”

“From where?”

“Atlanta, Georgia, and you are?”

“People call me Mace Win or Marshal Win,” he said indicating the star pinned to his shirt.

“Is that your name or just what people call you?” She asked with a playful a smile.

Her intelligence startled him. He smiled down into her angelic face. “You don’t need to know that.”

She smiled at him and he felt his heart swell. “May I call you Mace then or Mr. Win? Or perhaps Marshal?”

“You may call me anything you want, if you will permit me to call you Samantha?” Mace asked in a low rumble.

Before she could answer Max broke in, “She most certainly will not! Samantha what are you about? I left you for a few moments and when I return I find you consorting with the worst sort of rouge.” As he spoke he gave Mace a look of utter disgust.

Samantha dropped her head, stung not just by Max’s words, but also with his treatment of Mace. “I didn’t realize. I didn’t mean to…”

Mace stopped her. “You didn’t do anything wrong Miss. Lancaster. I should have known better than to stand in your way.” He lifted her chin. “You are too good to be seen speaking so freely with me,” he said just for her ears.

“I’m sorry Mace.” She said looking into his cool green eyes as a tear escaped to flow down her cheek.

“No, Samantha, don’t cry. I am not worth your tears, but I would forever cherish a smile.”

She smiled sweetly up at him and he kissed her forehead before he could stop himself. Her large blue eyes showed astonishment as they met his briefly before he settled his worn hat atop his dark head and glared at Max.

“I don’t know what game you’re playin’ here, Max, but I do intend to find out,” He said and strolled away.

Max snatched her around to face him the instant Mace left the store. “This is unacceptable. You will not act like a common harlot and expect to live under my roof. You had better remember yourself. I will not have you disgracing my family. Do you understand Samantha?” He said furiously. That damned Marshal would ruin everything if he stuck his nose in this.

“Yyyes, Max, I am sorry. He seemed so nice and the marshal too. I didn’t see anything wrong…”

“Well, you’d better think again. You will not consort with that type of man. Do I make myself clear?”

“No, actually. What sort of man is he? Isn’t he the marshal?”

“The marshal he may be, but he spends much of his time over at the Crimson Spur. Do you have any idea what that place is?” She shook her head, her innocence shining in her wide blue eyes. He continued. “It’s a saloon and a brothel. If you continue to consort with the likes of Mr. Win you may end up there yourself, serving the needs of the men of this town by lying on your back. After all you are built for that type of work.”

She looked up at him as tears ran down her face. He couldn’t have hurt her more if he’d slapped her. “I am sorry Max. I will do better. I promise. You won’t be ashamed of me.”

“We shall see,” he said taking her arm with enough force to bruise her.

What had come over Max? He’d never spoken harshly to her, no one had. He had always been so kind, and her father cherished their friendship. Could they both have been so wrong or was there another reason for his harsh treatment of her? She felt ashamed and terribly upset, but she fought to compose herself.

Chapter Two

Mace watched as Maxwell Carter almost dragged Samantha from the Mercantile. He clenched his fists to keep himself from tearing her away from the old crook. He didn’t trust bankers, never had. He saw the tormented look on Samantha’s face and felt rage building in his chest. What had the old fool said to make her so unhappy, and who had been fool enough to entrust her care to Maxwell Carter?

Mace shook his head to try to clear it. Why did he care? He had just met the girl. He didn’t know a thing about her. She could be as loose moraled as the women at the Crimson Spur. He walked over to the saloon to try to get his mind off of Miss Samantha Lancaster. He was met at the door by a very young, very painted girl who looked no older than fifteen.

“Hey, Sugar. It’s a little early for a game, but I’d love to show you a good time.”

“No thanks.” He said and looked at the girl. “Are you new around here?”

“I sure am, Sugar. You need some variety, do ya?” She said and batted her coal lined eyes.

“Nope. I need to make sure you’re old enough to be here and that you’re here ‘cause you choose to be.”

Her face lost all invitation. “Well, Mister, I’m old enough to know that it’s better for me to make money off something that’s just gonna be took for free if I don’t.”

“Well, that’s your choice to make I guess.”

“Damn right it is,” she all but spat.

Mace looked at the cold dark eyes in the once beautiful, young face. It hit him then, Samantha Lancaster’s eyes sparkled with innocence. Her dress may have been too revealing, but he would bet that she didn’t realize there was a thing wrong with it. He figured Max had a hand in it too somewhere, but he didn’t know where.

Confused and utterly disgusted with this turn of events he simply turned and walked back out. Normally he’d have been on his way upstairs to seen Kate, so what was stopping him?

“Samantha” the sound of her name floated to him on the breeze.

He shook his head again and started walking. He needed to make his rounds anyway.

By the time Samantha and Max arrived, at the large, two-story, white house where the Carters lived, she had composed herself. Max was still furious, but he had apologized for his rough treatment of her and she’d tried to forgive him. Mrs. Carter greeted them at the door. She was a very small woman with gray hair and beady black eyes. Samantha felt her assessing gaze immediately.

“My dear, this is Samantha Lancaster. She will be staying with us until we can arrange a proper marriage for her.”

At Max’s words Samantha gasped.

He turned cool almost colorless eyes on her. “Come now dear, you didn’t really expect to burden us indefinitely did you?” Max’s words made her blood run cold. “I do have a very nice young man in mind.” Max’s smile was warm, but she was still frightened. “Where is Samuel? I wish to introduce him to Miss Lancaster.”

“I haven’t a clue, husband. He is rarely at home anymore. I shutter to think about where he might spend his time.” Then to Samantha, “come then Miss Lancaster. I will help you get settled in.”

“Thank you Mrs. Carter. It is so very nice to make your acquaintance. Max speaks very highly of you.”

“Of course he does,” she said and turned to lead Samantha to her room. “I admit, I have heard quite a bit about you and your family as well.” The way it was said made Samantha wonder exactly what the woman had been told about her family. Mrs. Carver turned abruptly, “I will say this only once. Maxwell is my husband. You are not to lay a hand on him. Samuel is my son and if he chooses to spend his nights with you rather than at the Crimson Spur then so be it, but I will not acknowledge it. I fear my husband means for you to marry my Samuel, but I want a respectable girl for him and it is clear that you are not.”

“But, I am most respectable. I would not entertain any man at night, especially Max. He is like family to me and quite old enough to be my father. Please, don’t judge me so harshly.” Samantha was appalled and hurt at Mrs. Carter’s words.

Mrs. Carter only raised an eyebrow, assessed Samantha’s dress, and walked away.

What in Heaven’s name was going on? She was a completely respectable girl. Why was everyone acting like she was no better than a prostitute? She was so confused that her head hurt. She looked around the tiny room. It was clean. The bed was made and covered with a worn, but serviceable quilt. There was a simple stand that held a plain white pitcher and basin. A simple wardrobe stood on one side and a large window took up most of the other wall. Samantha moved to it and pushed up the heavy glass. She then opened her trunk that had been brought up before her arrival, and took out her favorite dress. She slipped the simple garment over her head and felt instantly more secure. She vowed silently that she would not wear another of Max’s choices and began unpacking her things.

Chapter Three

Samantha suffered through dinner. Between the scorn filled looks from Mrs. Carter and the assessing ones from Max she could barely eat. By the time she went to bed she was in tears again. She’d thought Max had loved her like a daughter, but now she suspected that he wanted her only as his son’s whore. What would she do? How was she ever to escape this most grim fate?

Two days passed in the same misery and Samantha contemplated leaving to find her own way. She sat in her narrow bed and tried to think of a way out of this situation. She’d yet to meet Maxwell’s son, but from the way she was treated by the others, she dreaded it. Her only option was to escape them. Surly she could figure something out.

Her thoughts were cut short when her bedroom door was flung open. A very handsome, very drunk man stood in her doorway, his golden locks fell over his forehead giving him an angelic quality. His words, however, made it clear that he was closer to the devil.

“I heard my father was bringing me home a wife,” he said with a lustful look. “I’ve always believed in giving things a test run before I commit though. I’m sure you won’t mind.” As he spoke he neared her bed and began to unbuckle his breeches.

“What are you about, Sir? You will leave my room this instant!” Samantha shrieked as he stalked her. As she said it though she sat up and her blanket fell away from her muslin covered breasts.

Samuel’s eyes rounded. He reached out and ripped her night gown before he captured one breast in each hand and squeezed. “Well, well, these are very nice,” he sneered.

Samantha screamed. She shoved at him and hit him, but nothing she did would dislodge him. One hand left her breast and began gathering the skirt of her nightdress. When she felt his hand on her thigh she snapped. She fought with all of her power. She pulled his hair and scraped her nails down his face. Then he slapped her. He hit her until darkness edged her vision. Then there was nothing.

Mace stopped outside the Carver house. He’d done nothing, but walk and think of Miss Lancaster. It had been two days since he’d seen her in the mercantile. He was unsettled. She was obviously an innocent. He couldn’t stand the thoughts of Samuel Carver sleeping under the same roof with her and Mace had heard the drunk young man declare that he intended to go home and claim his wife, earlier at the Crimson Spur. Samuel’s words had sent a cold fear racing down Mace’s spine.

As he stood there looking up at the huge house he heard a scream. He ran around the house to the open, second story window and listened. He could hear Samantha crying and it sounded like she was fighting. Then he heard a sound that was unmistakable, he heard someone hit her. Rage poured over him. He started to make his way around the house to demand to see her when he heard another voice.

“Damn it Samuel. Did you kill her already?” Maxwell Carver seemed concerned. “She is a fine woman and will make you a fine wife if you don’t kill her first.”

“Wife? Really Father, look at these.” He said squeezing Samantha’s breasts. “I’ve never seen a set like this on a respectable girl.”

“Well, she is a respectable girl. You think any woman with breasts should be at your disposal. She is as innocent as the day she was born. You can mold her to be anything you want. What more could a man ask for than to have a perfect society wife to squire about and a harlot in his bed. This way, my boy you can have both.”

Max walked closer and reached out to touch one pink tipped breast. Lust swam in the old man’s eyes.

“I knew you would enjoy her,” he said to his son, but his eyes never left the half naked woman lying on the bed. “She looks so much like her mother,” he said to himself and then turned to his son. “You’ve had enough fun with her tonight. We need her dowry. Remember that.”

“Yah, sure,” Samuel said still kneading Samantha’s breasts.

“Do not disrespect me boy,” Max growled. If not for your foolishness none of this would have been necessary.”

“Well, Pop, we need money, not a woman. Why are we saddled with her anyway?”

“Her father was an old fool! His will is air tight. If he should die before she was married, everything was to be held in trust for her until she married or turned twenty, which ever happened first. I tried to get around it by selling everything, but that damned lawyer watched every move I made and I was forced to turn over all the money. She will come into her money upon her marriage,” he smiled, “well, her husband will at least. She is only allowed enough now for expenses as deemed necessary by the executor, me.” Max laughed at his good fortune. “She will get nothing unless she cooperates I will throw her out on the street. After the wedding we will enjoy her and be rid of her if she makes any trouble. I only hope that you have not spoiled things with your actions tonight. She is worth a fortune!” Max’s hand shook as he reached out and touched the warm skin of her cheek. “My beloved Maggie,” he said and flushed bright red before he strode from the room.

Dowry? Something was fishy. Mace decided as he listened at the open window, and he was determined to figure out what it was. First though he intended to make sure Samantha was alright. He climbed the oak tree near her window and entered her room. What he found there turned his stomach even as it made his heart race.

Samantha lay on her bed. Her breasts spilled from the torn nightgown. They were bruised. Already the creamy flesh was turning an angry purple. Her lip was bleeding and her eye was swelling. He would make sure the Carters paid for this. He took a cloth from the wash stand and wet in the cool water he found there. Moving silently through the room he found a clean night gown. He then moved to her side and pulled her blankets up to her chin.

Samantha opened her eyes to pain. She moaned and was immediately quieted by a deep gravely voice.

“Shh, it’s ok now honey. They’re gone. Let me help you ok?”

She whimpered but nodded. She then remembered what had happened and a sob broke free before she could stop it. She was then gathered up in strong arms and wrapped against a warm chest. It took her a minute to realize that her breasts were bare under the quilt. She was instantly embarrassed and pulled away and tried to cover herself with the tattered remains of her night dress.

“Here, let me help you.” Mace whispered. He was dying to touch her, but he knew she didn’t need him pawing at her too. He viciously restrained his desires.

Samantha allowed him to help her dress only because he gave her no other choice.

“Wwhat happened? Did he…” She trailed off when another sob shook her body.

“No honey. He didn’t, but I fear he will try again if you stay here.”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go. What can I do?” She whispered frantically.

“Can you trust me for just a little while longer? I swear to you Samantha, I will not harm you. I will find a way to keep you safe from them,” he said looking toward the door.

She looked up at him with haunted blue eyes that seemed too big for her pale face. “Yes. I guess so.”

“I want you to get dressed, quickly. Take a change of clothes and anything valuable.”

“Where will I go?”

“First you’ll go out the window with me. I want you to trust me for the rest. I will swear that you will be safe with me. I will never touch you in any way, unless you want me to.”

“Alright, what will happen tomorrow?” She tried to steady herself.

“We’ll play it by ear and see how they all react.”

“I thought I could trust Max. He was my father’s friend. I feel so stupid.”

Mace couldn’t help himself. He crushed her against his chest and just held her. Finally they broke apart and began packing a few of her things. She quickly pulled on a simple day dress and a pair of lace up boots. She left the fine dresses Max had bought for her lying on the floor. She now suspected that he had known all along how they would make her look and it sickened her.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Chapter Four

Samantha awoke to the sound of raised voices. She opened her eyes to the first rosy rays of the July sun. She strained her ears to hear what was going on. When she heard it she stifled a scream.

“I want you to do your damn job and bring her back.”

Oh, God that was Max.

“Mr. Carter, you drug me out of bed on a Sunday morning to tell me that your eighteen year old ward has run away? With all due respect if she has done nothing wrong, then she can go where she pleases. Why would she want to leave?”

“Well, she, um,” Max cleared his throat. “Maybe she was kidnapped,” Max sputtered.

“Perhaps she was unhappy with the way she was being treated.”

“She has been treated better by us than she would have been if I’d left her destitute in Atlanta. She should learn her place. Besides she is treated far better than many women you seem so fond of in this town.”

“Ah, yes. My nocturnal indulgences do seem to get under your skin. Tell me, is it because you do not approve or because Kate refuses to do business with you anymore? If I recall, Samuel is often there too, do you inform him of your disapproval as often as you do me?” Mace smiled as Max turned red. “Mr. Carter it is my job to patrol the saloons and keep the peace. Why is Samuel such a frequent patron?”

Max’s face was turning a bright shade of purple so Mace took pity on him. “I will look around and see if I can find her. I will not return her to you though unless it is her wish. She is of an age to make her own decisions.”

“What if I told you she is to be my son’s wife? Surely then you can intervene.”

“I will not force a woman into matrimony, especially, not to someone of Samuel’s ilk. She has her own free will and I will help her exercise it.”

“You just want a piece for yourself!” Max screamed. “What if I told you that she is with child? She is to have my son’s child.”

“I would say you lie. Since she only arrived in town yesterday,” Mace replied drily. “That would be quick work, even for Samuel.”

“I will have your job!” Max stammered.

“You may try, but I am sworn to uphold the law and protect the weak. I am only doing my job. Of course, I will have to find her first.”

“You see that you do find her and be quick about it,” Max said as he went out the door and slammed it behind him.

Mace took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke.

“It’s ok Samantha. He’s gone.”

Samantha poked her head out of the bedroom of Mace’s tiny cabin, provided for him by the town.

“How did you know I was listening?” She said curiously.

“I don’t know. Instinct I guess. I knew the moment you got out of bed.” My bed. He added silently and felt his body tingle.

“That’s impressive.”

“So’s that,” he said indicating her black eye.

As if she’d just remembered she shrank back into the bedroom.

“Damn it. Don’t hide from me.”

His angry words only frightened her more and she only stepped back further. He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her temple.

“I know I’m not anywhere near what you’re used to, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you. I will never do anything you don’t want me to.”

“Can I trust you, Mace?” He looked down into her sapphire eyes and was lost.

“You can. What do you want to do, Samantha?” He whispered.

Her name on his lips sent a shiver through her. She felt warm in places she’d never felt warm before. Her breasts felt heavy and they ached.

“I don’t know. I just want to feel safe. I want to be happy.” He wrapped her in his arms and held her for a moment.

Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to take the comfort he offered her. She was confused and consumed by her emotions. She didn’t know what she was feeling, only that it overwhelmed her. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips when he pulled away.

“Samantha, I promise I will figure this out. You are an innocent and it wouldn’t be right for you to stay here with me. This is my job, Honey. I will do the best I can, but I expect there to be some trouble.”

“”What?” She didn’t understand what was happening. She only knew that he didn’t want her here. She was mortified. She felt her face flame.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to presume, I mean just look at me. I really don’t blame you for...” She trailed off when he let out an angry breath.

He took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I want you. Don’t ever forget that fact. I want you too damn much to keep you hidden here. I don’t trust myself that much and I couldn’t live with myself if I frightened you again. If you ever decide you want me, I don’t want you to ever regret your decision. I’m not much of a catch,” he said with a self depreciating smile. “This place isn’t much, but it’s a place to sleep and it’s not even mine. I have a little money, but not nearly enough. Your friend Max wouldn’t give me a loan if his life depended on it either. I won’t allow myself to dishonor you Samantha.”

Samantha was astonished that Mace could be interested in her. She shook her head. “I lived through the war.” Mace watched as her eyes misted with memories and her face paled. “I hid in the woods as my home was burned and my mother and sisters were raped and murdered by the Yankees. I don’t judge people by the color of their skin or how much money they have or where they live. There are more important things than money. Besides I can make my own money. I will admit that I fear marriage though, so I won’t need to be known in society. This is what happens to wives,” she said indicating her swollen eye. “I can’t bare the thoughts of being tied to someone forever no matter what they may do to me.” She stopped and looked up at him. “I want the freedom to choose what happens in my life.”

“Not all marriages are like that Samantha. What about your parents?”

“Well they were the exception, not the rule,” she said and smiled sadly. “My father spoiled my mother as he spoiled us all,” her eyes dimmed. “He lost his joy when she and my sisters were taken from us. He had gone to town when the Yankees came. There were five of them. My mother saw them and made me run and hide. I was thirteen. Papa found me curled up in the rose bushes the next morning. He’d thought they’d taken me. He was so glad I was safe, but he was never really happy again. He had prayed for death I think and almost rejoice when it took him, but I was alone.” She looked up into his eyes then. “I want to love and be loved, but I cannot lose myself as he did and I fear I would. So, I think it would be better if I remain alone.”

“I understand, Samantha,” he said and took her in his arms.

After a moment Samantha laughed. “My mama would have a fit if she knew I was living with a man.”

“You can’t stay here,” he said with false astonishment.

She laughed again and felt her world lighten. “I could always more in over at the Crimson Spur.” She said innocently. “I hear you are over there a lot. Tell me, Mace, are you going there courting?”

Mace ignored the last comment. At the thought of Samantha entertaining in the Crimson Spur Mace’s blood boiled. “No, that you won’t do. You will go stay with a friend of mine on his ranch outside of town. Then I can check you without anyone suspecting what’s going on.”

She looked apprehensive. “Why, Mace?”

“Because,” he said and tweaked her nose. “I think the company will do me a world of good.” He grinned then and said, “ And Mrs. Simmons is the best cook in the county.

“Is it safe?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok then, but are you sure they will agree?”

He only nodded and left her to gather her things.

Chapter Five

For the next several weeks Samantha stayed with Mace’s friend and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Simmons. They were an older couple. Samantha was able to help out a lot around the ranch. Mrs. Simmons was a tall thin woman with steel gray hair and a straight nose. At first Samantha was intimidated by her, but she soon found a fast friend in her. Mrs. Simmons taught her how to cook and wash clothes. She taught her how to use plants to heal, and once when Mr. Simmons cut himself, she taught her how to sew up a wound. Samantha could never remember everything so she carried a book with her and wrote it all down. Mrs. Simmons also helped her make two simple dresses that were fit for common day work. Samantha was truly happy for the first time since the loss of her mother.

They were far enough out of town for her to feel safe, but not so far that Mace couldn’t come to supper often. He had been to see them four times in a week and she had made supper for the first time last night. She had been so proud and he had lavished compliments on her.

Samantha grew warm just thinking about Mace. He was charming and kind and she knew that she could love him, perhaps she already did. She knew that marriage to Mace would be magical, but she also knew that she would completely lose herself in him if she allowed it to happen. She knew in her heart that he would never hurt her, but his job was dangerous and he could be killed easily. Could she ever live with that risk? It was useless to speculate though because she doubted she would ever convince him to love her in return. She had nothing to offer him. The only thing of real value she had was her virtue and she knew that if the Carters ever found her they would steal that from her.

She felt a chill run down her spine and she shuttered. Would they find her? Would she ever be free of them or were they simply glad now that she was gone? Mace hadn’t mentioned them or his search for her. She still couldn’t believe that he was risking everything for her. She heard the sound of a wagon and turned to see Mace heading her way. He was early. Fear squeezed her heart. What was wrong? She rushed to meet him when he stopped the wagon and jumped down. She could see by the look on his face that she had been right.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as soon as he was beside her.

“Get your things,” he said as he walked past her into the house.

She rushed to catch up. “What is going on Mace?”

“There are rumors floating around about you. Two men rode into town yesterday spouting off about a red haired woman outside of town. They said how accommodating she was and how they wanted to go back for a visit. Do you remember them, Samantha?” She nodded. “It’s only a matter of time before they find you. Samuel has been ranting all night about how you bedded him and ran away. There are others looking for you now. I won’t tell you what will happen to you if they find you.”

Her sharp intake of breath and the fear in her eyes made him so angry he could barely speak.

“Mace those men…I didn’t encourage them, we just let them stay in the barn and we shared our supper. I didn’t…” She was pale and beginning to shake.

“Hush, Samantha.” He said and held her head against her shoulder. “I trust you, Honey. I know you didn’t to anything wrong.”

“Oh, God, Mace, where will I go?”

“You’ll go with me Samantha. I will take care of you. I promised that the first night I helped you. Remember?” She smiled and nodded.

“Now go get your things, Honey and let’s get out of here.” He said and swatted her rear. She giggled and ran to the house and gathered her things.

They said a brief, but tearful goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Simmons and climbed into the wagon. After traveling for two hours, too quickly to talk, Mace slowed the horses. She was bursting with curiosity, so she broke the silence.

“Where are we going?”

“I mentioned to several people that my mother was ill. I told them she lived about a hundred miles north of town. I am going to visit her.”

“Is that true?”

“Yes and no. We are going to see my mother, but she isn’t ill and she lives about fifty miles east.”

“I can’t meet your mother,” she said appalled. “What will she think? I am to travel alone with you for….how long”

“About a week, maybe less.”

“Oh.”

“Listen Samantha. I am taking you to meet my mother because I mean to marry you. Your reputation will not suffer for the journey. My mother will understand when we explain everything.”

Samantha buried her face in her hands and cried.

“Samantha, look at me.” He said stopping the wagon. “I care a hell of a lot about you, but if you don’t want to marry me, well, I’ll understand and I’ll still protect you.”

She threw herself into his arms. “I love you Mace Win. I am so happy.”

Mace felt his guilt weigh upon him with a crushing weight. Would she forgive him? Would she still love him when she knew who he really was? At the same time his heart soared with love for her. He would keep her safe even if it meant returning to the life he once had lived. Then he would return to town with her as his wife and no one would dare harm her.

“Does that mean you will consider my proposal?” He said with a raised eyebrow and a half smile.

“Yes. I mean no. I won’t consider it.”

Mace’s heart sank into his boot and he frowned.

“I will accept it straight out. I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else. You are so honest and good to me. After all of this with Max I was afraid to trust anyone, but you’ve shown me that some people are still honest. For that I am most grateful.” She looked up at him with such love and trust shining in her eyes that he almost choked.

“Don’t build me up too high Samantha. There are still many things about me that you don’t know,” he pleaded.

“I’m sure. But as long as you are still Mace Win, I will love you anyway.”

Damn it that was the problem. He wasn’t Mace Win. Well, they would be alone for a week. He would find a way to tell her. He snapped the reins and they continued on their way.

As the world grew dark around them Samantha grew more agitated. She kept looking around with wide eyes.

“Samantha, what is the matter with you? You’re as jumpy as a jack rabbit.”

“Where are we to stay tonight?”

“I guess we’ll find a good spot to camp soon. Are you getting tired honey?” Mace reached over and patted her slim hand and she jumped.

“No! We can’t sleep outside! What about Indians? What about wild animals? There’s only the two of us!” Her fear was making her hysterical.

“I’ll find a good spot. It’ll be ok.”

She was still jittery. She eyed him suspiciously.

“What is it Samantha?” He asked exasperated. “Don’t you trust me?”

She turned her head and stared into the night.

“I’ll build a nice fire to keep the animals away. The Indians have been fairly peaceful lately and I don’t expect they’ll bother us.” He looked at her profile. “I have told you that I will never do anything unless you want me to. We will be together, alone, for a week. I will be honest with you. I want you a hell of a lot, but I will not take you with out your consent. I will not touch you unless you ask me to. You will have to be very clear with me Samantha. I will not risk scaring you off.”

She stared at him wide eyed. She couldn’t believe him. What man would be able to resist the temptation of a woman alone and vulnerable? Could she really trust him? She was planning to marry him anyway. What would it matter if he took her now or then? She shivered.

“Ok. Let’s stop over here. There’s a nice stream and it’s fairly concealed. You can sleep by the fire. I’ll sleep over there,” he said pointing to where a large oak stood on the other side of the fire. “I’ll keep watch. You’ll be safe.”

She nodded, but Mace could tell that she didn’t believe him. He decided right then that he would not give in to his need for her. She would come to him. It was the only way for her to ever truly trust him. Mace knew the next few nights would be the longest of his life, but it would be worth it if he could keep her safe.

He made a fire and a simple meal of beans and coffee and cursed himself for not bringing better supplies. They ate in silence until she began to nod off. He gave her two blankets and she curled up by the fire and slept quickly.

Mace had more trouble. He tossed for hours. Finally his body took over and demanded sleep.

Chapter Six

Samantha lay, for the third night, under the stars. She was tired and dirty, but she couldn’t sleep. Being so close to Mace for the last three days had frayed her nerves. She tingled all over and she was confused as to why. Why was her body doing this to her. Her skin itched for his touch and he’d denied her even the slighted touch after that first day. She was now beginning to wonder if he’d changed his mind about wanting her.

She sniffed and caught her own scent. Well, no wonder he’d been distant. She smelled worse than the horses. She thought about how wonderful the cool creek water would feel on her naked body and decided that if she were going to keep Mace she would have to clean up. She crawled from beneath her blanket. She opened her small satchel and removed a sliver of lavender soap and a clean chemise. She was tired of being dirty and she would remedy herself of that right now.

Mace watched as Samantha crept to the edge of the stream. He was surprised that it had taken her this long to insist on a bath. His body stirred at the thought of her ripe body wet and glistening. He growled at the path his thoughts were taking, but he couldn’t stop himself from standing and following her. He told himself that it was only to protect her, but he didn’t really believe it himself.

He made it to the water’s edge just as she lifted the chemise over her head. His heart stopped. He stepped forward.

“Samantha?”

She turned a startled look on her face. The look quickly changed to something much more sensual when she realized it was Mace.

“I need a bath Mace.” She said it shyly, but she didn’t attempt to hide her body from him.

Mace could only nod. His eyes devoured her. His body hardened and he groaned. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“As you can see, I am fine.” She smiled coyly at him, but he still didn’t move. He wanted her to say the words.

“God, Samantha, you are killing me.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand. Don’t you want me anymore?”

“You have to want me too, remember? You have to tell me.” He gritted out. “I made you a promise and I aim to keep it.”

“I want you Mace.”

At her quiet admission he rushed to her. Only he didn’t realize how close they were to the water and the both stumbled in. They both came up sputtering and laughing. He took off his sodden clothes and tossed them to the bank.

“Well, hell, I guess I needed a bath too.”

Samantha blushed, but she couldn’t force her gaze away from him. He sank back down into the water and looked into her eyes. In the darkness with only the half moon to illuminate them, her eyes appeared black.

“I love you Samantha. I want you to be very sure about this. We’ve only known each other a short time. There will be no going back afterwards. I don’t want to ever see regret in your eyes. You’ll be stuck with me,” he said and nibbled her lips, “forever. Can you live with that?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mace, I love you. I want you. I don’t understand the way my body feels when I’m with you. Please, Mace, make the ache go away,” she said in a rush and even in the darkness he saw her blush.

He smiled down into her confused eyes. “That would be my pleasure Miss Lancaster. First though, let’s scrub up.”

He lathered her and then insisted on her lathering him. They kissed and touched as the cool water ran over their heated skin. The sound of their ragged sighs broke the stillness of the night.

Neither of them saw the men watching them with lust filled eyes.

Chapter Seven

Mace ran his hands over Samantha’s heavy breasts to rinse the soap away. “You are so beautiful, Samantha,” he said as he bent to draw one pink tip into his mouth.

Samantha gasped as sensation heaped upon sensation crashed upon her. She threaded her fingers through his dark brown hair and held him to her breast. Mace ran his hands down her body, learning every curve. He moved his hungry mouth to her other breast and she almost screamed in ecstasy.

“Mace, please. I need…”

“I know honey, me too, but not in the water. Come on, I’ll help you out. Come lie with me Samantha. Let me love you.”

She only nodded and took his hand and followed him to his bed roll.

“Is it really safe here, Mace?”

He gazed down into her desire filled eyes. “Yes, Honey. Relax. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Just relax and let me love you.”

She only nodded and lay down with him on the blanket. She felt as if she were being washed away in a storm of feelings and sensations, none of which she understood. She only knew that Mace could pull her ashore. He was her only salvation. She arched her back as he touched her breasts. It was a blatant invitation, but she was too far gone to be embarrassed.

“Please, Mace.”

“It’s ok Samantha. I have to make sure you are ready for me Honey. It will help make it hurt less this time.”

At his words she stiffened. “What do you mean? Will it hurt?”

Mace ran his hand over her hair and kissed her forehead. “Only this once, Honey. I will try to make sure you are ready first. That will help. I have to break your maiden head Samantha. That usually causes some bleeding and pain. I will try to do it fast. I will pleasure you first.” He smiled ruefully. “I’m afraid I won’t last too long this time. Next time though my beautiful Samantha I will spend hours pleasuring you.” He looked down into her eyes. “Be honest with me Samantha. Tell me what feels good and even what doesn’t. I want to make you feel good.”

She only nodded and then gasped as he lowered his head to her breast again.

Samantha felt Mace’s hand slide down her belly and his finger dip into her belly button. Who knew she could get so much pleasure simply by allowing Mace to touch her belly button? She moaned as his mouth moved lower and he dipped his tongue into that small indention. His hand moved lower until it tangled in her nest of fiery curls that protected her womanhood. She instinctively pressed her legs tightly shut. Mace stopped and looked up at her. His lips were swollen from kissing her body. His eyes were glazed with desire.

“Samantha, do you want me to stop?” He gave her a look that begged her to say no. She shook her head, but still clenched her thighs together. He laughed softly still breathing hard.

“Well then Honey, you will need to open your legs.” As he said it he gently but firmly opened her thighs. “Let me in Samantha. Just me. Only ever me,’ he breathed against her lips.

Moments later he knelt between her legs and spread her knees wide. She was humiliated. She tried to close her legs again and pull away, but he stopped her.

“You are beautiful here Samantha.”

As he said it he trailed one callused finger down the center of her womanhood. “Let me look at you, explore you. I promise to let you do the same to me, later. Let me look at how perfect you are.”

As he spoke he continued to touch her. He only used his fingertips, but she felt like she was on fire.

“Please, Mace. I need more.”

“I know. Me too.” As he said it he rose to his knees and she looked down at his manhood stand proudly in the moon light. She felt complete fear at his size.

She gasped and tried to pull away.

“It’s too big. It won’t fit.”

He looked down into her terrified eyes. “It will. I promise you, it will fit. You were made for me Samantha, as I was made for you. It will be a perfect fit.” He pulled her back to him and kissed her.

Just as she felt him nudge at her opening she heard a deafening blast. Mace fell, bleeding to the blanket beside her. She screamed.

Chapter Eight

Samuel Carter stepped from the bushes with a sneer on his face.

“I knew you were a whore when my father brought you home. Stupid Marshall thought he was getting the first taste didn’t he?” He walked toward her while unbuckling his belt. “The last thing he’s gonna hear in this world is the sound of me taking you, while he lays there and does nothing. I’ll bet he swore to protect you, didn’t he? I will spread you out and enjoy you while he lays there and bleeds. Some hero.” He spit on Mace as he kicked him. “Get up and let me see you Samantha. I want to get a good look.”

She sat still.

Samuel cursed and grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up.

“I said stand up, wife.”

Samantha shook her head. “I’m not your wife!”

“Not yet, but by morning you will be,” he said fondling her.

“No!” She shrieked and recoiled from him.

“Oh you will or he dies,” he said pointing to where Mace lay, face down. She saw the dark stain of his blood growing on the blanket.

“He’s dead already,” she choked.

“Maybe not. After we are wed I will send a doctor back for him. If you refuse? I will shoot him in the head and leave him for the scavengers. Which parts do you think they will eat first?” He said nudging Mace’s legs open with his boot.”

Samantha knew that Mace would die either way. She also knew that there really was no choice. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she dropped to her knees to examine Mace. Samuel quickly grabbed her hair again though and tugged her to her feet.

“You are mine!” He roared in her face. Then he pulled her to him and took her mouth roughly as he ground his hardened manhood into her belly. She fought the bile rising in her throat as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She bit down hard and he cursed and hit her hard, sending her sprawling to the ground. Then she heard another voice.

“We don’t have time for this. Stick her on your horse and let’s be gone.”

Max said as he stepped from the bushes. He ran his lust filled gaze over her nakedness and she had to fight not to be sick. He grabbed her arm and lifted her to her feet.

“You have grown into a beautiful woman, my girl, just like your mother,” he said as he reached for her plump breast. “I would have preferred her, you know. She should have been mine. Your stupid father never knew. He thought us friends, when all I wanted was to be rid of him so I could have Maggie. After she died I began to see the resemblance in you and I thought to set you up in your own little house and have you as my own personal whore. My son needs a woman who can entice him into staying clear of unsavory company. Perhaps I may have a sample from time to time though.” He said and continued to stroke his hands over her body. She batted his hands away and he grasped her hard and laughed when she cried out.

“I’m sure you remember how much I loved you as a girl. Remember Samantha? All those times you sat on my lap. You were too stupid to know what you were riding then or why I enjoyed it so and groaned at the end before I sent you on your way, but you know now don’t you, my special girl. Would you like to ride the pony Samantha?” He said as he stroked her hand over his rigid flesh. “Only this time it would be for real.”

Samantha gagged and snatched her hand away as Max laughed uproaringly.

“Stick her on a horse and let’s get out of here, Samuel.”

“Please, let me dress first,” Samantha pleaded as she tried to reach her chemise.

Max leered at her. “Not just yet, my girl, I would rather enjoy the show.”

Samuel laughed and reached for her breasts and squeezed them. “You’ll be begging me to hold ‘em still before long.” Samuel grabbed her chemise from the ground and pulled her towards the bushes and the horses that awaited them there. He pulled the thin fabric over her head. “I’ll not give the old bastard a show meant only for me,” he grumbled under his breath. Samantha was grateful for that much at least. She screamed as he tied her hands tightly to the pommel of his horse.

Chapter Nine

Mace lay very still in the dirt. He knew his only chance was to appear to be unconscious. He knew too that it was the only chance for Samantha. It was all he could do to lie there while these sick men touched her and frightened her. He was bleeding, but not too badly. He was thankful that Samantha hadn’t been allowed to check his wounds. They’d have surely killed him then. He waited until he heard the horses leave before he moved. He knew where they were going. There was only one town close and he was well acquainted with it. He would catch them. They would not get away with hurting Samantha. He would find them and he would kill them.

He was reaching for his gun when he heard a sound in the brush. He whirled around in time to see Max Carver draw his pistol. Mace shot the old devil before he even cleared leather. He kicked Max’s gun away and stared down at the evil old bastard with cold eyes. Mace watched the blood pool around Max. He’d hit Max in the gut. A fatal wound, but slow. He wasn’t sorry.

“Now who will be left for the scavengers?”

“No, Mace, don’t leave me to die like this. I will give you anything. All the money you want is yours. You could never have kept her anyway. She is used to fine things. You could never give her the life she desires and she would grow to hate you for it.”

“What? The life of a whore for you and your son? I think she would prefer poverty.”

The old man gave a pain filled laugh. “For a while perhaps, but all women need finery and they will do anything to get it, even sell their bodies. You know it is true. You’ve bought enough in your time.”

“Those women aren’t selling their bodies for finery, you old fool; they are selling it to survive!” Mace felt rage building in his heart. He picked up Max’s gun and emptied it. Then he replaced one bullet. “You have a choice to make Mr. Carter. You have one bullet. You may kill me with it or yourself. I assure you that if you shoot me with it you will wish for death long before the coyotes bring it to you.”

Mace handed Max the gun and walked away. He heard the threats and curses, but when he heard the shot he knew that Max Carter had made his final decision and would trouble him no more. After dressing, he climbed into the old man’s saddle, since Samuel had shot the two horses that had pulled the wagon. He knew that Samuel would be waiting on his father down the trail. He also knew that the old man was the only thing that had saved her earlier. He had to reach her before he took his liberties with her, he just had to.

He rode Hell for leather until he heard her scream. He slowed his mount and snuck up on the camp. The slow pace he was forced to take almost killed him. He knew it was the only way to save Samantha.

“You bastard! You said you would send doctor back to help him, but you sent Max to kill him. No! Don’t touch me!” Samantha screamed as Samuel began groping her again. The ride had been unbearable. Samuel had groped her the entire time. He touched her everywhere and all she wanted to do was scrub away the feel of his hands on her body. He had intentionally set a fast pace on the ride. Her breasts ached from bouncing and from his harsh grip. Her thighs burned, raw from rubbing against the saddle. Her chest was a hollow aching misery. Mace was dead. She had done this to him. It was all her fault. She deserved what ever hell her life was sure to become. How could she live with the guilt? Perhaps she would end her own life. Yes, as soon as she found a way she would do it. She had nothing left to live for, no one to love her.

Samuel, unaware of her thoughts, laughed at her show of temper.

“You will lay that pretty ass down and open your legs, just like you did for Mace. I will warn you though; if you ever make the mistake of calling me by his name I will cut out your tongue. And that would be a shame, because I have plans for that tongue. Maybe I will let Anna over at the Crimson Spur teach you a few tricks. She knows plenty.” The lustful twinkle in his eye told her that he knew Anna’s tricks very well. “Or Kate. Do you know who Kate is Samantha?” She shook her head and Samuel laughed out loud. “Well she is only Mace Winn’s personal whore. He’s even promised to marry her, Samantha. Just like you. He never intended to do it though. He would have done the same thing to you. Why would he want to marry you? I will marry you Samantha. I will take care of you the way you deserve.”

“Why me? Why not marry Anna?”

“She is a WHORE you stupid twit! You only look like one. I would not have a whore bare my sons. You will go to all the right functions and say all the right things. You will be the perfect society wife and mother, but you will satisfy my every whim in the bedroom or I’ll hurt you Samantha.” He looked away then back to her. “I like your tits Samantha. Most society women are flat as a pancake. You will have to bind them when you’re in public, though. To keep the men from leering at them and touching you.” He shook her roughly. “Understand me. No man had better lay a hand on you or you will pay for it. Not even my father. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” Samantha said in a flat tone.

“I told you to lie down. Now!” He roared when she didn’t obey fast enough.

Samantha flinched when Samuel ripped her chemise and slapped her to the ground, but she didn’t really feel it. She was numb. Mace was dead.

Chapter Ten

As soon as Samantha hit the dirt Mace fired. He watched as the crimson stain bloomed over Samuel’s chest. Samantha screamed and tried to run.

“Samantha, Honey, it’s me, it’s Mace,” he said as he ran to her and franticly touched her face and hair and kissed her face. “It’s ok, honey…” He trailed off unable to finish his sentence.

Samantha looked up at him with haunted eyes. Her face was pale as a sheet. “Mace? Is it really you?” She choked back a sob.

“Yes, honey. It’s me.”

“They shot you.”

“Not too bad. Just grazed me. I’ve had worse,” he said lifting his shirt. At her gasp he went on. “It looks ugly, but it’s really not that bad. I need to know if you’re ok honey.” He said lifting her chin.

Samantha only nodded and then shook her head and buried her face in his chest.

“I was so afraid. I just wanted to die so I could be with you again. I love you so much Mace. Please, don’t leave me.” She broke off and sobbed into his shirt.

“I won’t leave you Samantha, but there are things you need to know about me. When we get into town we need to have a talk, ok?” He settled her in a more comfortable position and held her close.

“Ok. Will you still want me now Mace? Is that why we need to talk?” She got a horrified look on her face. “Did you promise to marry Kate, Mace?”

He chuckled. “No, I did not promise to marry Kate and she wouldn’t have me if I wanted to. We have an arrangement, that’s all. She hates Max. I’ll admit that we have shared our bodies, but mostly we play cards. She doesn’t want or expect anything from me. Now that Max is dead she’ll no longer need me to hold him off.” He took a deep breath and looked into her soulful eyes. “Yes, I will always want you and no it really has nothing to do with you. It is about me, but it will have a profound impact on our life together.

“Great. When do we get to town?” She said tonelessly.

“I would like to head that way tonight, if you can. We could be there in two hours if we hurry.”

“Um, Mace…” Samantha noticed her complete lack of clothing with confused embarrassment. Strange how wrong it felt with Samuel and how right it felt with Mace.

Mace looked down at her beautiful face and realized her plush curves were pressed against him and his hands were on warm, bare flesh. He felt his body stir even though he knew it shouldn’t. She didn’t need another man lusting after her tonight, but his body wouldn’t listen.

Samantha gasped as she felt his manhood swell against her belly. Her body heated and she knew she was lost. She shouldn’t still want to be with him after everything that had gone on tonight, but she couldn’t help her reaction to him. It was as natural as breathing and just as impossible to stop. She reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. She felt wonton and she didn’t care.

Mace kissed Samantha with hunger and relief. He almost lost her tonight. It would never happen again. Even if he had to give up the life he had made for himself he would never see her in danger again.

Reality soon crept over them like a wet blanket. He pushed her gently away.

“Mace?”

“We need to get going.” He said in a gruff voice. He hated the look of dejection that crept over her beautiful face, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

He went to Max’s horse and retrieved the saddle bags.

“Nothing in here, but a hundred dollars, some jerky and a clean shirt.”

Then he went to Samuel’s. “Well, we have some cigarettes, more jerky, a change of clothes, a gold watch, a string of pearls, and….what?” He said when he noticed her paleface.

“He took my things while you lay there bleeding. They stole from me. Those are my mother and father’s things. They are all I have left. He was going to take them from me too.

Mace handed her the shirt and trousers. “You can wear those. I’m sure you’re saddle sore.”

Tears leaked from her eyes and she nodded. What a thoughtful thing to do for her. He knew the trousers would be more comfortable for her.

“Thank you Mace.”

He only nodded and said, “I’ll have a doctor look you over when we get into town.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

“We’ll see,” was all he said as he turned to ready the horses.

Chapter Eleven

The ride to town was grueling. Mace had helped her bind her breasts, in strips torn from his shirt. They had used the rest of his shirt to dress his wound. He’d decided to wear Max’s clean shirt, even though it was too big. With the binding, her breasts didn’t bounce much, but her thighs burned with every step the horse took. It took all her strength not to cry out.

When they finally rode into the deserted town she could hold the tears no longer.

“Honey, we’re her. Why the tears?”

“My legs hurt so badly.”

He kissed her hair. “Ok honey. Let’s get to the hotel. I’ll get you settled and then I’ll tend to the horse.”

Panic encased her. “NO! Please don’t leave me.”

“Ok honey, calm down. We’ll see what happens when we get to the hotel.”

Mace’s heart sank. He hoped no one recognized him, but there was little chance of that. He had to get Samantha settled and take care of her injuries. Concealing his identity wasn’t important. So he led his horse to the only hotel in town, The Garand Winston Hotel. His father’s hotel.

He helped Samantha from the horse and tied the animal to the hitching post.

“Come on, Honey. Let’s get a couple of room and get you settled.”

“Two rooms? I can’t stand to be alone Mace. Please don’t leave me.” Samantha clutched his hand in hers.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Ok Honey, but I’ll get the two rooms for appearance sake. I won’t have your reputation sullied.”

“Oh.” She said in a small voice.

He led her to the registration desk. His heart sank when the man at the desk turned around. It was the manager who had worked for his father for twenty years.

“Mr. Winston! It has been ages since you have stayed with us. It was rumored that you were dead. Welcome back, Sir. What can I do for you tonight?”

“Mr. Winston?” Samantha said and gave Mace a confused look.

“Yes Ma’am,” said the manager. His father owns half the town, including this hotel and the one in next town too. Didn’t you know who you were traveling with Miss?” The man wrinkled his nose at Samantha’s attire and general disheveled appearance. “Mr. Winston, I think you know that we do not welcome persons of her ilk into our establishment.”

“What exactly is her ilk?” Max questioned.

“Well, just look at her, she’s filthy and wearing gentleman’s clothing.”

“You will have to forgive my future wife. She has been through quite an ordeal tonight,” Mace stated imperiously.

The manager almost choked. “Wife? You must be joking! She is not a proper wife for a man of your importance.”

“I will remind you of your place. I need two rooms. I need them to be as close together as possible. We will also require baths and dinner trays. There is a bay mare and a black gelding tied to the post out front that need to be taken care of. I will also require some appropriate clothing for Miss Lancaster. Can I trust you to take care of this?”

“Yes, sir. Right away. I will send a girl to see to Miss Lancaster’s needs immediately. Please accept my humblest apologies, Sir.”

“It was Miss Lancaster that was insulted.” Mace sent a menacing glare toward the man.

“Of course. Please accept my apologies Miss Lancaster.”

“Of course,” Samantha replied quietly. She was still trying to figure out what was going on.

“You may have numbers four and six. They are across the hall from one another. I hope that will do. They are both at the top of the stairs and at the end of the hall.”

“That will be fine.”

Mace took the keys and turned and took Samantha’s arm to lead her to her room. He felt her stiffen when he touched her.

“Mace, what is going on?”

“I promise I will explain everything as soon as we are cleaned up and have had something to eat.”

She only nodded and allowed him to escort her to her room.

Chapter Twelve

The dinner trays were brought and Samantha and Mace ate in their own rooms. Mace knew he was avoiding the issue, but he couldn’t seem to force himself to explain. He heard the maid knock on his door and he got up to answer it. As he opened his door he saw Samantha open hers to set her dinner tray out side. She looked at him with so much love and confusion swirling in her eyes that he wanted to take her in his arms and make her understand. He didn’t though. He simply said, “After we’re all cleaned up, then we’ll talk.”

“Ok, Mace,” she said and turned and went back to his room.

Mace soaked in his tub until his water was cold. He’d listened as the maid had brought up her water. When he heard the woman call her goodnights he got out of his water, replaced the dressing on his wound, and dressed, in the new clothes the manager had sent up.

He made his way across the hall hoping to find her still in the tub. He told himself that he wanted to check her injuries, but he really wanted to make sure she couldn’t run away from him. He also secretly feared that it would be the last time he would see her body. He didn’t knock. He simply slipped into her room. She only had one lamp burning. He stopped to allow his eyes to adjust. Then he heard it. She was crying. Before he thought twice, he stepped toward her.

“Samantha, please don’t cry, Honey.”

She started at his voice. “Mace? What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to check your injuries, since you won’t see a doctor.”

Her face fell. “Oh, is that all?” Her eyes were sparkling with tears and there was such hope there that Mace felt a seed of hope rising in his chest.

“God no!” As he said it he dropped to his knees beside her tub and took her in his arms.

“Mace! What about your wound? You’re going to wet your new shirt.”

“Who cares?”

Samantha laughed and kissed him.

“I have to tell you Samantha.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said as her passion grew.

“You need to know,” he said separating himself from her. He stood and began to pace. My name is Mason Winston. My father is Garand Winston. He owns this hotel and several others. He also owns the mercantile here and in the next town. My parents live in a huge house just out of town. They are very wealthy and powerful people. After the war,” he paused and looked at her before he continued. “Well, the war changed me. I saw men, rich and poor, dying everywhere. There were few differences when the fighting began. I did see many privileged young men run when the battle became intense. I saw men, who I thought were gentlemen, sacrifice friends to save their own lives. I watched them sell information to the enemy to save their own skins. Then I started watching the poor men. They fought with more honor than any gentleman. They fought to save their friends. They risked themselves for their fellow soldiers and they died with their secrets. I began to question myself. I was on the road to being a prosperous gentleman, but I would rather have my honor. So I disappeared. I haven’t seen my family in five years. They think I am dead. I gave it all up to be a town marshal. I wanted my life to mean something more than how much money I had in the bank.” He looked to her again. When she smiled at him he took a deep breath and continued. “I’m ready to see them now. I want to give you more than I am able to now, being a marshal.”

“But, Mace, you love being a marshal. I don’t need anything more than you can give me. I can sow dresses and sell them to help too. I don’t want you to give up who you are.”

“Be very sure, Samantha. I will go back to being a business man if you want me too. I can provide enough that you won’t need to sell your dresses, but it will be a hard way to live.”

“Oh, Mace, It doesn’t matter what job you have. You will always be a man of integrity and honor. It’s who you are.”

“God I love you. Will you please finish your bath so I can show you how much?”

She laughed delightedly. “It will only take a moment. Will you hand me a towel please?”

He smiled and grabbed a towel. As she stood he wrapped her in it. He saw the bruised marring her creamy flesh and all of the events of the night came rushing back to him. He pulled her to his chest and crushed her in his arms.

“What’s the matter, Mace?”

“I just realized how close I came to losing you tonight. I don’t want to ever go through that again. Samantha,” he said lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I will understand if you don’t want me to touch you.”

“I do. Please, Mace. I want to forget all other touches. I only want to remember yours. Please, Mace, love me.”

Chapter Thirteen

Mace lifted Samantha in his arms and laid her on the bed. He removed the towel from her body and gasped at her injuries. Her breasts were covered in bruises. Her soft belly had finger sized bruises all over it. The creamy flesh of her thighs was an angry red and raw. Her legs were cut and scratched. He took in each blemish and thanked God that the bastards responsible were dead. Then his eyes moved to her face. She was pale and tears swam in her beautiful eyes.

“Mace, I will understand if you’ve changed your mind.”

“I haven’t. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you though.”

“Please.” She said with as much pride as she could muster. “Please take the memory of their hands from me.”

At her soft plea he lowered his head and gently kissed her bruised cheek. She threaded her fingers in his still damp hair. His hands moved over her body until she tingled from the sensation. He trailed kisses over her body and up the pale column of her neck. He kissed her then. He kissed her until she was dizzy. And then he only released her mouth long enough to ask her again if she was sure. When she nodded and pulled his head down for another kiss he moved his hand down to the fiery nest of curls between her legs. He moved to her most private place, making sure to avoid her tender thighs, and she moaned. She didn’t pull away this time. When he checked her readiness with his fingers she moaned and rocked her hips into his hand. She was ready for him. He positioned himself between her thighs. He pushed her knees close to her chest.

“I think this will be better this time. This way I won’t rub against your thighs. Ok, Honey, are you ready?”

“Yes, Mace,” she moaned.

At her words he pressed against her opening. He entered her slowly letting her adjust to his girth. When he felt her barrier he gritted his teeth against the need to take her hard.

“Samantha, I’m going to break your maiden head, Honey. It’s going to hurt. It will be best if I do it quickly, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to love you easy this time.”

“Just do it, Mace.”

He pulled back and entered her. He sheathed himself fully in her heat. His control snapped. He buried his face in her neck and begged her forgiveness.

“Please forgive me, Samantha. I just need you too damn much.”

He loved her fiercely. Her sweet voice moaning his name and begging for more just stoked the fires. A short time later he threw back his head and roared his release.

Samantha had expected the burning pain, but the pleasure had taken her by surprise. She couldn’t believe this wonton woman, moaning as a man rocked into her, was her. She felt herself spiraling, soaring into the sky and then she heard him and opened her eyes. His head was thrown back. His pleasure was etched on his face. She watched is face as she felt his warm release spurting inside of her. She had made him feel this. She felt empowered. She felt loved and cherished.

Mace opened his eyes and met Samantha’s gaze only moments before he spread her legs and collapsed on her. When he began to calm his breathing he tried to move, but she had wrapped herself around him.

“I have to be crushing you.”

She only shook her head. Damn, she was crying. He lifted his head and stared down at her.

“Are you ok, Honey?”

She nodded

“Forgive me, but I am unconvinced.”

She gave him a watery smile. “I just never knew how wonderful it could be. Thank you, Mace.”

“Did I hurt you, Samantha?”

“Just a little.”

“Promise you’ll marry me.” He said nipping her chin and kissing away the sting.

“Yes,” she giggled.

“When?”

“As soon as possible. I have no need for a big wedding. I have no family left. I love you and I want to start our life together.”

“Thank God. I will see about making arrangements tomorrow.”

“Mace, will you please invite your family? I’m sure they would be relieved to know you are safe.”

He sighed and after a moment he nodded and said, “for you my love, there is nothing I won’t do.”

Epilogue

Five days later

Samantha was so happy. She had finally convinced herself to give her whole heart to Mace. She didn’t feel frightened by it either. She trusted in their love and knew it would make her stronger. She no longer needed the constant reassurances from him, but she felt her inner strength growing daily. Their life together was worth fighting for and Mace was a good and honest man. She was a grown woman and she had to stand up and live the life she deserved.

Samantha stood in a tiny room in the church where she was to be married. On the small table near the mirror lay her book. The book she’d written all of the things Mrs. Simmons taught her in. A note lay on top.

Samantha

I found this when I went back to gather the wagon. I hope you can find a way to put the knowledge to good use, especially the pages about baking apple pie.

Love

Mace

Samantha could almost hear the laughter in his words and she smiled to herself. She looked at her reflection. Her bruises had faded and she thought she looked quite pretty. Even though they were having a private ceremony, Mace had insisted upon a beautiful wedding gown. The dressmaker had worked night and day to finish it. It was simply stunning. The white satin skirt was covered by a delicate lace overskirt and trimmed in tiny pearls. Her veil was made of the same lace and also trimmed in pearls. She couldn’t believe that she was standing there in a dress fit for a queen waiting to marry Mace. The only down side was that her father wasn’t there to give her away.

She heard a knock on the door and hurried to answer it. A tall grey haired man stood before her. He was obviously wealthy according to his attire and he looked vaguely familiar.

“May I help you, Sir?” She asked confused.

“Only if you are Samantha Lancaster,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“I am.”

“My name is Garand Winston. You have taken a burden from me that I have carried for five long years. I suspect if it weren’t for you I would have carried it to my grave. I offer my most sincere thanks to you. I would also like very much if you would allow me to escort you down the isle today.”

Samantha realized who he was and tears formed in eyes. “Oh, Mr. Winston, you give me far too much credit.”

“I think not, my dear. And please, I must insist that you call me Garand. You are to be my daughter in law very shortly. Since my wife and I were unable to have a daughter of our own, we are looking forward to having you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I would be honored to be escorted by you.”

“Good,” he took her hand and kissed it. “I can see that you are already dressed, but my wife would very much like to meet you and give you a little something. Would it be alright if I send her in?”

“Of course.”

A small thin woman entered the room. At first glance she reminded her of Mrs. Carter, but when Samantha looked into her green eyes, so much like Mace’s, she saw only warmth there.

“Thank you so much for bringing Mason home to us. It is like having him back from the dead. I will never be able to thank you enough. I do want you to have something though. It has been handed down from Winston mothers to their daughters in law for generations.” She unwrapped a stunning sapphire bracelet. “This is yours now Samantha. I hope that someday you will hand it down to a woman who will love your son as much as I can see you love mine.”

“Oh, my. I don’t know what to say,” Samantha said as Mason’s mother clasped the bracelet around her wrist. “Thank you so much.”

They both nodded and kissed her cheek and left the room.

“I will wait for you just outside the door,” Garand said and closed the door.

Another knock sounded and Mace strode through the door.

“Mace! You mustn’t!”

“I have a gift for you too.” He smiled down into her beloved face. “After your arrival in town I contacted an old associate in Atlanta. He has been making inquires about your father and his holdings.” He handed Samantha a sheaf of paper. “This arrived for you this morning. It would seem that you were left well taken care of my dear. That is your father’s will. In it he insists that everything he owned at the time of his death would be yours upon your marriage or on the day you turned twenty. It was kept quiet to discourage money hungry suitors. The only people who knew about your worth were your father’s solicitor and Max. He wanted that money, Honey. He had made some bad investments and borrowed from his own bank with out keeping proper records. Samuel was a gambler. He lost a fortune. He was in very deep trouble.”

Samantha raised tear filled eyes to gaze at the beloved face of the man who had restored her courage. “Thank you Mace. You could have waited to tell me this and the money would have all been yours. Why did you tell me?”

He smiled down at her. “It is your choice Samantha. I know you fear marriage. It is your choice alone. I don’t want your money. I only want you,” he said and kissed her deeply. “Marry me, Samantha?”

She felt her assurance grow. She could have this man and love him all her life or she could refuse him and live alone. The choice was clear. “Yes, Mace, I’ll marry you,” she said and threw herself into his arms. He kissed her again.

The loud sound of someone clearing his throat brought them back to their senses. They laughed as Mace left the room to take his place in the front of the church.

Samantha fairly floated through the ceremony. When their vows were done Mace took her back to the hotel and proceeded to take her breath away.

Their loving had become unhurried. He spent ages bringing her pleasure before he took his own. Her body craved his. She was finally complete.

They lay in bed as darkness filled the room.

“Are you happy Samantha?”

“Yes. I think your mother was disappointed to learn that you would not be living here and taking over the family business.”

“Yes. I think that there may very well be a new hotel in Whispering Springs before too much longer and two new houses going up.”

“Why”

“Now that she has a daughter she will want to be close by. I give them nine months before they move to town.”

“Why a nine months?”

“That’s when the grandchildren will start arriving.” As he said it he moved between her legs again and said, “starting now.”

She laughed and then gasped as he proceeded to keep that promise.