Her Impetuous Rakehell (12 page)

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Gilmore.” He bowed slightly, like a gentleman, making her wonder where he was from. His accent said Missouri, but few men she knew locally had fine manners like his.

“You find us on reconnaissance,” he continued. “Our company is camped a few miles north of here, so you might see Union soldiers passing through. No need to alarm yourself.”

“That tells me you believe the rebels are here.” She studied his face. He was probably keeping anything he knew to himself, either to prevent her from being afraid for her family’s safety, or to stop her from saying something to the wrong people.

The lieutenant raised one eyebrow. “If we knew where they were, we wouldn’t be searching, now would we?”

Emotion heated her skin, but Em wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or outrage. The nerve of the man speaking as if she were a child, or a simpleton. Lifting her head and straightening her shoulders, she spoke in an equally polite voice. “I’d have thought the Union Army was better organized than to send its men out willy-nilly. Forgive my ignorance.”

The right side of Lieutenant Lucas’s mouth twitched and he appeared to be fighting a smile. “Touché, Miss Gilmore. You do, however, understand the need to keep our maneuvers closely guarded. The Missouri State Guard fled south after their defeat at Boonville, that much is true.”

Em glanced at Tom, and back at the lieutenant. “Do I need to take the rifle with me when I leave the house? And insist Billy stay behind? What about Maggie working the fields with me? Will she be safe?”

“I don’ wanna stay by the house, Em,” Billy argued. “Ma said I’m big enough to help with chores now. Besides, I can shoot almost as well as you.”

That much was true, she hated to say. Even Maggie was a better shot than Em was. She waited for Tom to answer.

“Yes, take the rifle. I don’t think we’ll have raids like in the border wars, do you think, Lieutenant?”

“I pray we don’t. Those raids wrought terror on innocent people. The Missouri State Guard should be more organized in their fighting. At least, they’ve proven themselves to be. To this point, they’ve only challenged Union troops, not civilians.” He lifted the brim of his cap, gazing down at Em with a serious expression. “Be alert, Miss Gilmore. You can never tell how passionate men might behave.”

Her heart fluttered as she took his words to mean something else entirely. She could easily imagine him threatening to steal a kiss…would she put up a fight?

Stop that!
The man talked of battles and killings, but she could only think of love. It was a nice diversion from the next chore needing her attention.

Chores. Remembering why she’d gone to the woods, she searched for their boar. “Cletus. We were chasing him back to his pen.” She ran off toward the farm.

Heavy footfalls sounded behind her, then Tom passed her by. “I should fix those posts before we move on,” he called back.

“I can do it,” she argued. “You are on duty, aren’t you?”

The Lieutenant caught up to them. “If the two of us work together, we can have it done quickly enough. You’d best keep the pig contained and stay out of the woods.”

For some reason, his words angered her. He thought she knew nothing about safety. She had more than enough to worry about with coyotes and bobcats in the nearby woods, and the fox that loved to steal their chickens.

To keep from saying something she’d regret, she slowed and waited for Billy to catch up. “You’re getting pretty fast,” she encouraged when he reached her side.

“No, I’m not. My legs aren’t as long as yours.”

Em smiled. He was too old already to be treated like a child. Thank goodness Susie and Harvey would stay young a while longer.

Cletus was nosing about the picket fence surrounding the vegetable garden, but he was easily led through the gate of his pen. Tom showed Lieutenant Lucas where the fence posts were stacked, while he went into the shed for hammers and nails.

Before returning to her chores, Em spoke to Billy. “Go tell Ma Tom stopped by. She’ll want to see him.”

Fred, their mule, was still tied to the tree where she’d left him when Cletus escaped. Hitching the plow to the mule, she started at one corner of the field where they’d just harvested the early corn. Fred worked with little complaint, which made the job much easier.

In the middle of the field, as she turned back toward the barn, she noticed the lieutenant watching her with his hand held beyond the brim of his cap, shading his eyes. If they were done with the fence, shouldn’t they be getting on their way? Lieutenant Lucas remained in place the closer she came to him.

“Whoa, Fred.” Em wiped her hand where her bonnet rested on her forehead before the dampness could reach her eyes. “You two finished the pig pen fence?”

“We did,” he said.

She gnawed the inside of her cheek to keep away a smile. “You didn’t happen to shovel the pen out while you were there, did you?”

He glanced down at his uniform. “I’m sure you can tell by looking at me. I remained outside the pen while we worked. Tom has spare clothes here. I’d have to wear that stench until we return to camp tonight. How am I supposed to conceal my presence when they can smell me coming from miles away?”

“Stay downwind?” She bit her lip, holding in laughter. He still looked so polished, and her hem had to be six inches deep in mud by now. Plowing after a rainy spell meant having her boots gain three pounds each by the time she finished a field, even when she waited a few days for the land to dry out some. She had to sit on the porch at the end of the day and scrape her boots, and take them off before going inside.

What must he think of her, wearing the farm from head to toe as she must be, rather than poised and perfumed as the ladies he was likely accustomed to? What bothered her more than his opinion of her appearance was her concern over it.

He glanced out over the fields and outbuildings, his hands resting on his hips. “You are working land this on your own?”

“My sister helps me. Our hand, Jasper, is a freeman, and he moved north. He was afraid of what might happen to him and his family with the secessionists causing so much trouble.” His concern rubbed her the wrong way. He and Tom faced much more danger than her family.

“There’s no one living nearby that you can ask for help?”

“Come harvest time in the fall, several of the families get together and help each other.”

He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not safe for you here, not without a man around.”

Her fists began to clench, and she debated walking away to end the conversation. “We don’t have much choice in the matter, until Tom is able to come home for good.”

“Your farm is on the path between the Union camps and the likely position of the Home Guard. The next battle could fall right here in your fields. Where will you go to escape the cannons and gunfire?”

Em leaned forward to be certain he heard every word. “There’s the basement, a root cellar in the barn, and the springhouse. We’ve kept safe from tornadoes that have passed close by. We can do the same when we hear gunfire.”

His lips thinned, but he said nothing.

Her patience was at its end. “If you’re that concerned, perhaps you’d better make certain the secessionists don’t come near the farm.”

His eyes widened. He straightened as though he were standing at attention.

Standing there arguing with him wasn’t getting her work done. “I’d best get back to it.” She reined the mule into a turn and straightened the plow.

Lieutenant Lucas walked toward her. “Wait. If we’ve delayed ourselves this long, we can stay a little longer, assuming we aren’t seen by anyone from my company. Let me do that for you.”

She halted Fred, glancing at the lieutenant’s boots. “I thought you were concerned about your uniform.”

“The mud doesn’t bother me. The pig’s…er, stench, does.”

“Well then, if you’re certain.” She lifted the looped reins over her head and offered them to him. “You put this behind your back, then hold‑”

“Yes, I’ve done this before.” He positioned himself behind the plow and went to work.

With her hands on her hips, and her jaw slightly ajar, Em watched him walk away. This Lieutenant Lucas was a most intriguing man.

Tom came to stand beside her, wiping his hands on a kerchief. “What’s he up to now?”

“That’s obvious.”

Shaking his head, Tom said, “We need to move on. We won’t cover enough territory.”

Ma came out with two jars of lemonade, and offered one to Tom. “Why is your friend working while you stand here lollygagging?”

“I worked, Ma. I put up some new fence posts in Cletus’s pen.”

“With the lieutenant’s help, or so Billy told me.” Ma’s voice was sharp. “Now you put him to work in the field. Didn’t I raise you better than that?”

“He volunteered,” Em said. “Tom didn’t have the chance to offer before Lieutenant Lucas had the reins.”

“I was tellin’ Em we need to get back to scoutin,’” Tom said.

“I should get something else done since he’s helping out.” Em left them arguing and hustled to the barn. She didn’t need Ma jumping on her for standing around doing nothing. It wasn’t as though she had the chance to do so very often, but she’d regret it later, when she looked at all the chores awaiting her still.

~*~

Levi stepped to either side of the furrow as he plowed. It’d been several years since he worked his grandfather’s farm and he’d forgotten how much effort it took keeping the plow upright. His sisters would never be able to finish half a field in a day, much less the entire one, as Miss Gilmore obviously could.

In the evenings after their drills in camp, Tom spoke often about his older sister, whom he admired immensely. He hadn’t mentioned how pretty she was, nor how sassy. The word bossy came to mind as he tried to recall Tom’s descriptions.

Levi smiled. She was quite bossy at that. Being the eldest child on a farm almost ensured it, especially when their father had died. Miss Gilmore and Tom probably split the chores after his death. The next younger sister most likely took on Tom’s share when he enlisted.

His mind continued to wander until he reached the end of the field. Glancing at the sky, Levi realized how much of the day they’d spent on chores rather than reconnaissance. They’d have to hurry to cover enough territory before sundown. Yet he couldn’t have walked away leaving Miss Gilmore behind the plow.

He wasn’t able to be there everyday to take on her heavy work, but he could relieve her of a few hours’ worth.

Levi led the mule under a tree to wait in the shade while he looked for Miss Gilmore to see if there was more land to plow. He found her in the barn sharpening an axe. “I left the mule harnessed to the plow. Do you have more fields to do today?”

Em straightened, pressing a hand to her back. “Thank you for your help. I’ll take care of him.”

He stepped between her and the barn door. “I didn’t mean to leave more work for you.”

“You relieved me of a large portion of the chores. I can’t ask for more. Not when you two are supposed to be on duty. You’d best find Tom and be on your way.” She smiled and moved past him. “Where’d you learn to plow?”

“On my grandfather’s farm.” His longer stride had him beside her in two steps, unwilling to leave her just yet. She intrigued him. “Perhaps if we have leave, I could come visit with Tom.” He held his breath as he waited for her answer.

She peered up at him from beneath the brim of her bonnet. “Do you men get leave often? Aren’t you needed in case the rebels return?”

“They were headed to Arkansas, from what we’ve been told. I doubt they’ll be back. Not with General Lyon in control of Jefferson City.”

She didn’t pause as she reached the mule and untied his reins from the tree branch. “I thought you were concerned for our safety because of how close the State Guard was. Well, you’re welcome to call on our family anytime you’re in the area.” Her smile grew and she tossed him a sly glance. “Especially if you care to take on a few chores.”

“I might just do that.”

“I believe you would. I can see how you earned your rank, Lieutenant Lucas.”

“I’ll go find Tom, and be on our way. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“And you, too.”

Tom was just hammering the last nail in a board on the porch when Levi found him. “There you are,” Tom said. “Next time you decide to flirt with my sister, warn me so I don’t get put to work.”

“Your absence is part of the reason that work is undone.” Levi raised a hand to ward off any indignation. “I understand why you enlisted, it’s likely the same reason I did. To keep your family safe, protect the state from what was happening in Kansas. I was working on my grandfather’s farm when the town of Lawrence was overrun and burned. My cousin was killed just walking down the road. It’s bad enough when some want to continue to own slaves, but destroying homes and cities and killing innocent people is beyond the pale.”

Tom didn’t respond until he’d put away his tools and said goodbye to his family. As they walked down the road away from Springfield, he squinted into the sun. “I was torn when we heard what happened in Boonville. The border wars between the loyalists here in Missouri and the free-staters in Kansas were bad, but they were far enough away I could pretend my family was safe.”