Mona Hodgson - [Hearts Seeking Home 01] (32 page)

The ride would get him to the women faster than he could swim. For as long as possible, he’d force his cramping arms and shoulders to hold on for dear life. For Anna’s and her mother’s lives. He’d been watching the paddle wheeler when Le Beau’s quarter horses reared. The wagon shifted and Wilma Goben tumbled from the ferry’s edge. He was already pulling the saddle off his horse when Anna dove into the river. He’d ridden along the shore and gone in downriver, hoping to intercept the women. They probably wouldn’t be able to swim against the river’s flow.

Pressing his thighs to the withers, Caleb jerked his head up, trying to catch a dry breath, desperate to get a look at the water ahead of him. He could at least see the ferry. Hopefully, the pilot would signal, direct him to Anna and her mother. First, he had to get close enough. Right now, he couldn’t be but a third of the way.

The Pacer huffed and snorted, slanted against the current battling his legs. Not sure which hurt worse, his throbbing head or his aching limbs, Caleb rounded his shoulders again for a better grip on the horse’s slick neck.

A swell of water caught his legs, lifting him from the horse’s back and twisting him. The horse went under. So did he. They’d hit the channel, and he didn’t want to bet the Pacer could manage it. Time to let the horse return to the shore.

Caleb let go and rolled free. Gasping and coughing, he rose to the surface, not far from the wide-eyed horse, which was already turning toward the shore. Caleb captured a deep breath then dug his arms into the water and swam.

Lord, help me. Help us all
.

His shoulders aching, Caleb paddled furiously and kicked his legs. Pausing, he surfaced to catch his breath and check directions, blinking to clear his eyes. The ferry came into view, turned to the current, holding its position. Now to find Anna and her mother. A red bandana tied to a stick caught his eye. The pilot stood at the bow. “Over there!” He pointed the stick to Caleb’s left.

Caleb tread water, looked around, and willed his aching lungs to draw a deep breath. Suddenly, he spotted movement about ten yards upriver of him.

Anna? Or her mother? She disappeared. If he didn’t hurry, she’d pass him headed downstream.

His chest felt like it could burst, but he plowed through the water, anyway. They had to be all right.

Please, Lord, spare them
.

“Here!” The voice sounded a world away, but it was Anna’s.

Thank God!

Her head barely above the surface, Anna bobbed in the current, one arm wrapped around her flailing mother’s chest.

“She can’t swim!”

“I’ll take her.” Before she could pull her daughter down for good, Caleb wrapped his arm around the older woman, pinning her swinging arm. But she kept wiggling and kicking, fighting his grip. “Wilma!” he shouted through the water bubbling in his face. “It’s Caleb. Be still.”

She still fought.

“We’ll all die if you don’t let me save you! Save Anna!”

The woman relaxed, her legs dangling. Paddling with his one free arm and kicking both legs, Caleb was barely able to keep their heads above water.

He had to save Anna too. But how?

Shivering and coughing, Anna looked so helpless. “Can you swim?” he shouted to her.

She nodded and slipped under the surface for one terrifying second. “Yes, but not much longer. Go. Take Mutter.”

Not with Anna too tired to swim. “I can’t leave you.”

“Caleb!” Otto’s voice.

Caleb jerked toward the ferry that had been piloted closer. Dr. Le Beau and Otto stood at the rail, holding a pole out to him. Now, all he had to do was get Wilma to the pole and talk her into grabbing it instead of his neck.

He kicked harder against the depths and lifted her up enough to keep her face out of the water. The boat and rescue pole may have been close, but they felt miles away in this test of his endurance. But Anna still needed him.

“Mrs. Goben, there’s a pole. I need you to grab onto the pole.”

She went limp in his arms. “I can’t.” The alcohol on her breath was unmistakable.

“You have to.” Caleb started peeling her arms from his neck. “Anna is still in the water.”

“Caleb!” Anna cried. The current was carrying her away.

“Anna!”

Otto shouted something in German. The only word Caleb understood was Wilma. But she let go of him and latched onto the pole.

As soon as the doctor and Otto had a hold of Wilma, Caleb kicked off toward Anna.

The current had carried her several more yards downstream. He forced as much out of his arms and legs as he could, yet it didn’t seem enough. He still had a few yards to go when he saw Boney reach Anna from the other side.

Thank God. Caleb relaxed and waved. He’d never been so happy to see his wiry friend. He even looked forward to his teasing when this was all said and done. When Anna and her mother were both safe.

Caleb held out his hand as Boney and Anna approached and helped carry her to the boat.

Y
ou are well?” Großvater glanced at Mutter then returned his attention to Anna. “Both of you?”

“Yes.” They had survived. But she was a long way from feeling
well
.

“You can take care of her?” he asked.

Anna gave a curt nod, taking the lead rope from him.

“I’ll help the Le Beaus then.” Großvater wasted no time trotting off to the hobbled wagon.

Anna gave the rope a tug. The wagon groaned as its wheels slogged through the mud, voicing her sentiments. The blanket Mrs. Le Beau had wrapped her in was now soaked through. She was wet, cold, tired, and angry. And all the hugs and celebration hadn’t helped any.

Out of the mud and now on dry soil, Anna trudged toward the camp.

Yes, she would take care of Mutter. It was what she did. That, and pretend her caring was enough. Pretend Mutter’s condition was temporary, that everything would be all right.

But everything wasn’t all right. Mutter wasn’t all right, and neither was she.

Anna knew the truth. Worst of all, she could no longer ignore it. She could no longer pretend she could live with the lies. She wasn’t strong enough to bear Mutter’s grief. Not with the weight Mutter had given it.

The day she’d called off the wedding, Mutter had called her careless and she was right. Anna had been a fool to think she could change her mother. Only God could do that. Mrs. Brantenberg had told the quilting circle He was the only One who always saw and always heard; that He could heal a broken heart. So why wasn’t He helping Mutter?

When the wagon shuddered and creaked and the oxen groaned, she slowed her steps.

Mutter caught up to Anna, matching her pace. “We have much to be thankful for, dear.”

Anna couldn’t look at her. “Thankful it wasn’t our wagon that slammed onto the rail and broke a wheel?”

“Yes. That, and we saw the good Lord has indeed blessed us with dear friends.”

“Strong, wet friends.” Anna spoke over her shoulder. “Friends who risked their lives for us.”

Mutter’s feet sloshed in oversized boots. She’d lost her shoes to the river, and Maren had brought a pair of Rutherford’s to the shore for her. “I was frightfully scared.”

“So was I, Mutter.” Yes, petrified to face the truth.

“Dear, you were brave to jump in after me.”

“On the other side of the river …” Anna was talking more to herself than to Mutter, her voice low. “While Großvater and I were visiting with the others, waiting for our turn to cross, you went into the wagon.” She stopped and faced Mutter.

“I’m sorry I scared the horses and scared you.” Mutter looked back toward the river. “I didn’t mean to.”

She never meant to.

Anna drew in a fortifying breath. “I didn’t see any bottles in Independence, but you bought drink in the city. When you bought the beeswax. I thought I smelled whiskey on your breath when we were boarding the ferry, but I refused to think you’d do such a thing.”

Mutter shook her head, water spraying from her stringy, wet hair. “Anyone can trip. Remember that time we were at the parade and you stumbled over a curb?”

Anna was done giving her the benefit of the doubt. “You didn’t just lose your balance, Mutter. You staggered into those horses and spooked them.” Anna shivered. “I hate to think what could’ve happened. I could’ve lost you.”

“But you didn’t. We’re fine.”

Anna swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. Caleb and Boney had
risked their lives to save her and Mutter. What would she say to them? To the Le Beaus? And the captain? Did they know Mutter had been drinking?

Anna led the four oxen to the line of wagons that had formed. When their wagon was in position, she climbed up to the seat and set the brake. “Mutter, you can go in and change your clothes.”

Mutter looked Anna over from her soggy bonnet to her soaked boots. “What about you, dear?”

“I’m fine.” Another lie. Had they ever told each other the truth? “First, I need to see to the yokes and take the animals to the corral.” She climbed back to the ground and slid in behind the oxen.

Mutter nodded, then climbed up onto the seat. “I’m sorry.”

Anna shrugged the blanket off onto the wagon’s wheel and bent to unhook the chains.

When the four animals were free of the tongue, she pulled the yoke pins and guided the heavy beam to the ground. Then she led the oxen to the open grass and hobbled the bull. Now it was her turn to peel off her wet clothes and warm herself before the sun completely disappeared.

A small fire burned a few feet from the wagon. Mutter wasn’t outside. She wouldn’t have lit a fire. That was always Großvater’s job or Anna’s. Anna glanced up the line to where Oliver stood, a wide grin on his face. He had built the fire for her. She waved her thanks and stepped up the spokes onto the top of the front wheel.

Climbing onto the seat, Anna peered into the wagon. A candle lantern glowed atop the salt barrel. Mutter sat on her trunk, dressed in a dry skirt and shirtwaist, her hair up in a twist.

When she let out a belch, Anna saw that Mutter held the neck of a flat-sided bottle—a whiskey bottle.

Anna scrambled over the seat and into the wagon. “You’re drinking? You could have drowned! I could have drowned trying to save you, and you’re drinking?”

“I was cold. Just needed a couple swallows to warm me.”

“You think it can make you forget what happened? What you did?” Anna wrenched the bottle from Mutter’s grip and stomped to the front of the wagon. Leaning over the seatback, she reached through the flap and tossed the bottle
at the fire. The bottle hit the rocks and shattered, causing a fireball to rise, filled with smoke and steam. She turned back to face Mutter.

Mutter stood, clinging to the ribs of the wagon, her face twisted and her eyes bulged. “What did you do?”

“What I should’ve done a year ago.” Anna jerked the lid open on her mother’s trunk and dug until she found another bottle. After stomping to the wagon seat, she repeated her actions. While the glass crashed and the foul liquor went up in flames, the heat from the explosion warmed her face and fueled her determination to find all of it this time.

Her heart pounding, Anna climbed back through the puckered opening and searched another of the crates she’d seen Mutter hover around. When Anna found another bottle, she sent it to the same fate as the others. Her face still hot from the flames, she returned to Mutter. All she could do was stare, her whole body quivering.

“That’s the last one,” Mutter cried. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“What? Losing someone you love? When you lost your son, I lost my mother. I’m still alive, Mutter. What about me?”

Her lips pressed together, Mutter charged past Anna and out over the seat. She should stop her from going out on her own. Protect her. Care for her. But she wasn’t strong enough.

Instead, Anna sank to the floorboard, letting her tears fall.

Caleb followed Wilma Goben, keeping distance between them. Wearing a dark skirt and shirtwaist, her hair pinned up in a loose twist, she ducked behind the back row of wagons toward a tree-lined draw.

While waiting for his dry clothes to cross the river in the supply wagon, he’d decided to go to Otto’s wagon and check on Anna and her mother. He’d just escaped the mob at the paddle wheeler when he heard breaking glass and a loud
whoosh
. At the Gobens’ camp, a ball of flames shot into the air. Plumes of smoke followed. After the second plume, he was close enough to their camp to see Anna climb out onto the seat and toss something into the fire.