Noelle Marchand - Unlawfully Wedded Bride

“I see your point.”

She glanced up at the sky, realizing she’d gotten distracted. “Speaking of time, I’d better get back to my chores.”

“Can I help?”

“You can rest or go explore the farm by yourself.” He looked frustrated by her statement but she pinned him with a look. “No working. Doctor’s orders, remember?”

He caught her arm before she could turn away. “Before you leave, you should know I’m planning to go to town tomorrow to find out what needs to be done for the annulment. You might want to come with me in case there’s something that can be done right away.”

“That sounds fine. I have some supplies to pick up from the mercantile anyway. You can take care of the paperwork. Just come get me when I’m needed, and we might be able to finish this matter then and there.” Strangely enough, she couldn’t make herself smile at the thought.

As she walked away from him she realized she’d taken a dangerous step by finding out so much more about Nathan. He wasn’t a stranger anymore. He was a man she could sympathize with. He had feelings, hopes and dreams that deserved respect. She was going to crush one of those dreams when she signed that annulment, but it couldn’t be helped. She’d forget about the man she’d known for a few days. He’d forget about her and move on just as easily. That’s all there was to it.

Nathan hit his Stetson against his leg impatiently, then leaned against the wall of the cramped waiting room of the only courthouse in a fifty-mile radius, fidgeting uncomfortably as the cut on his back started to itch. He hoped that meant it had already scarred over but he couldn’t be entirely sure since he couldn’t actually see the wound.

The note Doc had given him said to change the dressing every day but he hadn’t done that because he couldn’t reach it. He knew he was supposed to ask for Kate’s help but he couldn’t get himself to ask. He’d be long gone in a few hours anyway so it hardly mattered now.

He’d considered getting a job in Peppin, but that would mean seeing Kate and knowing she thought of him as nothing more than a mistake. Perhaps he should contact Davis Reynolds. The Rutledge and Reynolds families had been neighbors in Oklahoma. The Reynolds main crop had been cattle but they’d also maintained a beautiful herd of horses. As a teenager, Nathan had sneaked away to the Reynolds’ farm to watch the ranch hands work with the horses. Eventually, Davis had recognized his passion, taken Nathan under his wing and taught Nathan everything he knew about raising horses.

Nathan’s father had never gotten along with Davis and was chagrined to watch the man encourage what he called Nathan’s goofing off. He’d begun to restrict Nathan’s freedom more and more. The less freedom he had, the more he’d yearned for it. He dreamed of wandering the open plains as a cowboy. He’d longed for the chance to combine the skills he’d developed with horses with the knowledge that had been drilled into him about cattle.

When the Reynolds family had sold their ranch and decided to move to Texas, Nathan traveled with them. They parted ways not long after passing the state line. Davis made Nathan promise to send word if he ever needed anything. Now it looked as though he needed a new future—again. He’d be willing to settle for a new job.

He looked up as a small man with spectacles perched on the end of his nose stepped into the waiting room. “Who’s next?”

“I am,” Nathan said. He walked into the office to find shelves of books lined the wall while a large mahogany desk stood in the middle of the floor.

“Sit right down there,” the man said before sitting behind the desk. “What can I help you with?”

Nathan sat, placing his hat on his knee. “I’d like to receive an—” His throat closed as he tried to get the word out. Clearing his throat, he tried again, “I’d like to find out how to receive an annul—annulment.”

The man sat up in his chair. “Do you mean a marriage annulment?”

Nathan’s affirmation was low.

The man took off his spectacles to clean them on his shirt. “Well, how about that? I don’t remember the last time someone asked for one of those.”

Nathan shifted his hat to his other knee.

Placing his spectacles back on his nose, the man peered over them. “I sure hope you aren’t leaving some little lady high and dry.”

He smiled ruefully. “No, it’s kind of the opposite.”

The man laughed in an almost cackling sort of way. “Well, how about that? Run you off, did she?”

He cleared his throat nervously. “Well, not exactly.”

“I wouldn’t take that from my little woman,” the man said between laughs, then, taking a gasping breath, continued. “You shouldn’t give up on one of those little spitfires. I’ve heard tell they’re mighty fun to tame.”

Nathan shifted in his chair, causing his hat to fall to the ground. He picked it up and placed it back on his knee. “So do you think you can give me one?”

“One what? Annulment?”

He began to grow impatient. Isn’t that what this whole conversation is about? “Yes, an annulment.”

The man removed his spectacles to wipe away his tears of laughter. “No. I don’t think I can.”

Nathan shot to his feet, then wished he hadn’t when a searing pain ran across his back. Had he just broken the cut open? “What do you mean you can’t? Why can’t you?”

“Sit down, sit down. No use getting all excited about it.”

Eyes narrowed, he carefully sat in the chair, ignoring the pain.

“I told you it’s been a while since we’ve had to give one.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ve plumb forgot how it’s done.”

Nathan looked at him incredulously. “You’ve what?”

The man shrugged carelessly. “I can’t remember for the life of me.”

“But you’re a judge. You can’t forget things like that,” Nathan protested.

“I’m no judge. I’m just his assistant.” The man leaned forward conspiratorially. “I mostly hand out forms and tell folks to come back later.”

“His assistant?”

“I declare, there’s an echo in here.”

“If you’re his assistant then where’s the judge?”

“He’s seeing to a case north of here, then he’ll visit his family near Abilene. He has a pretty little daughter who had twins, can you imagine? Then his older son settled about ten miles from there—”

Nathan held up his hand to still the flow of words. “So how do I get my annulment?”

“Well, I don’t rightly know. You see, even if I could trouble myself to remember how to do it, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to make it legal. I suppose the only thing you can do is wait for Judge Hendricks.”

“How long will that be?”

“Not sure.”

“Any guesses?”

“I’d say about a month. He may decide to go an extra thirty miles and see his cousin. Then you’re looking at two months, easy.”

Nathan’s jaw slackened. “Two months?”

“Maybe more. You see, there is always a chance someone else will call for a judge. There aren’t many in these parts so he does a lot of traveling.”

Nathan sighed. “So no one really knows when the man will be back.”

“Oh, I know he’ll come back. I just don’t know when.”

“That’s what I just s—never mind. I don’t suppose there a chance another judge might travel this way?”

The man paused thoughtfully, then shook his head adamantly. “Probably not, seeing as this town has a judge.”

Nathan frowned as he stood. “I guess you’re right. I have no choice but to wait.”

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” The man shook his hand.

Nathan walked out the door, barely hearing the small man call out, “Who’s next?”