Tracy Blalock - Wed On The Wagon Train

Several little ones surrounded her as she strolled along at the plodding pace set by the oxen. She led one toddler by the hand, and a handful of other children trailed behind while she regaled the group with tales of daring adventure. Judging by her expression, Adela plainly found as much enjoyment in the pastime as the youngsters did.

Which served as proof that both she and her brother had begun to adjust to trail life. Admittedly, Adela at a significantly slower rate than Matt. But it was progress.

There was hope for the Prescotts yet.

* * *

The fourth night on the trail, Mattie perched on a slight rise overlooking their campsite. She was in the company of Josiah—though not by her choice. Miles Carpenter had put them together for guard duty.

She suspected Josiah might have had something to do with their pairing. But, despite that, there was no denying his presence calmed the worst of her fears about leaving the safety of the wagon circle.

Unfortunately, after settling at their post he’d seemed bent on passing the time in conversation.

The need to watch her every word made silence easier, but imprudent, as Adela had pointed out a few days ago.

Since staying mute wasn’t the wisest course, she might as well make the most of this opportunity to learn all she could, given that Josiah was more knowledgeable about life on the trail. Besides, if she was the one directing the discussion, she could keep the focus away from thorny areas, such as “Matt’s” past.

Her fingers flexed around the barrel of her father’s rifle. “I know we’re guarding the wagons and livestock.” That much was obvious even to her. “But what exactly are we guarding against?” She hoped the darkness hid the flush that heated her cheeks at voicing a question that so starkly revealed her ignorance.

“Coyotes and other critters. They might go after the smaller animals, or search for scraps of food around the campfires. Also, sounds travel far out here, and any sudden noise could spook the livestock and make them bolt. If they do, someone needs to be close by to round up the animals before they get too far.” He tilted his head back and glanced overhead. “The sky looks clear tonight, but a sudden thunderstorm could cause a stampede if we’re caught unawares. Trouble’s more easily averted when you see it coming.”

She fiddled with the bottom button on her father’s coat. “Just out of curiosity, in any of those letters did Rebecca’s sister write about a catastrophe befalling the group because somebody performed poorly during guard duty?”

Josiah turned his head, his gaze coming to rest on her again. “She didn’t mention it. Are you worried something like that might happen?”

Her hand curled into a fist, and the button she’d forgotten she was clenching popped off. She hastily stuffed it into her coat pocket. “Well, it’s possible, isn’t it?”

“I suppose. But don’t brood overmuch about it. As long as we keep our eyes open, it’s a simple enough job. Most nights the most difficult task you’ll face is ensuring you don’t nod off.” Josiah’s teeth flashed white in the darkness. “But talking helps with that. Plus, wild animals are more likely to keep their distance if they hear voices.”

“That’s good to know.”

A few hours later, Mattie turned up her coat collar to ward off the chill in the air and tucked her chin beneath the heavy material. Scanning the darkened landscape, she kept a lookout for any signs of trouble. All was quiet in the camp as the crescent moon tracked across the sky toward midnight.

Once again, she glanced toward the covered wagon where Adela slumbered. At least, Mattie prayed her sister wasn’t lying awake, too scared to sleep. The younger girl had begged not to be left alone. But there wasn’t any other choice. Every able-bodied man was expected to take a turn at guard duty. And that included “Matt.” But Mattie had departed with the promise that she would watch over Adela from her guard post.

Suddenly catching movement at the edge of her field of vision, she shifted her gaze. A shadow detached itself from the others near the livestock enclosures. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? She didn’t want to seem an alarmist, spooking at harmless shadows.

But her gut told her she wasn’t wrong. “I think there’s someone down by the horses.”

Josiah focused his attention where she’d indicated. “I see him. No, wait, there are two of them.”

Though her eyes strained for a better view, it was impossible. “I can’t make out who they are. But what reason would anyone have for being near the horses in the middle of the night?”

“No good reason that I can think of. Let’s go check it out.” He pushed to his feet. “We’ll approach them quietly until we get close enough to identify them. Best to be cautious when we don’t know the lay of the land. If they’re strangers up to no good, I can guarantee they’re armed.”

Panic spread through Mattie at his words, but she fought against it. Others were counting on her to do a job. Innocent people, sleeping blissfully unaware of any trouble that might be visited upon them. And if Mattie couldn’t handle it, then Adela was correct that they should never have begun this journey after their father was gone.

Mattie refused to accept her decision was a mistake. It couldn’t be. Not when any other choice would have placed her and her sister in a worse situation.

This moment was one of many tests she would face. But she had faith that the Lord would help her through it. And all the others to come.

With that conviction shoring up her shaky courage, she followed Josiah’s lead and started down the hill.

She cradled her father’s rifle gingerly in her arms, praying she wouldn’t need to use it. She’d never fired any type of gun in her life. She had only brought the rifle with her because showing up for guard duty unarmed would have raised questions. But she was more likely to shoot herself in the foot by accident than anything else.

Best not to think about that—though the thoughts which then rushed in to fill her mind weren’t any more comforting.

There was nowhere to hide on the vast open prairie, no convenient boulders or shrubs to offer concealment, as she and Josiah worked their way toward the livestock enclosure. All it would take was one of the men down below glancing in their direction, and she and Josiah could find themselves in the middle of a gunfight.

Her mouth ran dry and her heart pounded behind her ribs. Please, Lord, let there be a perfectly innocent explanation for those two men. Though their furtive movements unquestionably roused suspicion.

As she drew closer, their purpose became evident. They were tying ropes around the necks of several horses.

And she could now confirm that neither man was a member of their wagon train. “I don’t recognize them.” She kept her voice low, ensuring it carried no farther than Josiah.

“Horse thieves.” Though the words were a bare whisper, his anger clearly bled through.

“What should we do?” she questioned in a quiet murmur.

“We have the element of surprise and can use that to our advantage. We’ll—” The rest of his words were drowned out by a camp dog’s barking.

“What’s that mutt yapping about?” one of the thieves growled as he glanced around. A second later, he spotted Mattie and Josiah. “Someone’s coming!”

His partner fired a shot, the sound cracking through the still night air.

Though conscious of Josiah ducking next to her, Mattie stood frozen in place. But in the next moment, her arm was grabbed as Josiah pulled her down to the ground with him.

“Hold your fire,” he commanded. “I don’t want to risk hitting one of the horses.”