For the Roses (60 page)

He shook his head. His sweet wife had completely disregarded his instructions. He didn't know what he was going to do about that. He let out a loud sigh. There really wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. She was stubborn and willful, and unless he tied her down to the bed, she'd do what she thought best.

"Just promise me that when you feel ill, you'll rest. All right?" She sat up in bed. "Why don't you believe me?"

He didn't answer her. "I'm going up to the house. You might want to put something on your face before you join me, sweetheart."

He knew she'd ask him why, of course, and he couldn't wait to tell her. He started counting to ten as he opened the door and started out.

"Wait," she called out. "What's wrong with my face?"

"It's sunburned."

She wasn't the least bit contrite, but she was thoughtful. He'd give her that much. She waited until he'd pulled the door closed before she started laughing.

Was it any wonder why he loved her?

Everyone had just finished supper when Alfred Mitchell came riding down the slope.

"Stranger's here. Take a look, sir. Is he one of your relatives?" Elliott squinted out the window. "Can't tell from this distance, but I don't believe I know the man."

"Then it's Alfred Mitchell. Harrison, do you want us to wait inside while you talk to him?"

"Yes."

"Offer him some refreshment," Mary Rose called out.

She wasn't sure if Harrison heard her or not. He'd already gone outside. Harrison didn't wait for the attorney on the porch. He went down the steps and kept walking. The two men met halfway across the meadow.

Mitchell let out a loud groan when he dismounted. The two men shook hands and introduced themselves.

"You look worn out," Harrison remarked.

Mitchell nodded. He looked up at Harrison, for Mitchell was quite a bit shorter. He appeared to be several years younger as well.

"I am worn out," he admitted in a slow southern drawl. "I've gotten what you asked for, but I also bring you some terrible news. Can we walk while we talk? I'd like to work the cramps out of my backside before I ride back to my campsite."

"You're welcome to stay the night here, Alfred."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep quiet about what's happening if I do stay. I've made camp close to town. I think I'll stay there tonight, if you don't mind my being unsociable."

"You'll have to testify tomorrow," Harrison reminded him.

"Yes, I know. I'm eager to do so, sir. Very eager to tell what happened." Harrison and Alfred started walking toward the mountains. Mary Rose watched from behind the screen door.

Harrison was strolling along with his hands clasped behind his back for several minutes, then he suddenly turned to Mitchell.

"You can't hear anything from here," Douglas whispered behind her back. She jumped. "Harrison doesn't like what Mitchell is telling him. Look how rigid both men are. I don't think it's good news, Douglas. It's bad."

"The only bad thing would be that Mitchell didn't get the signed papers, Mary Rose, and you can see Harrison's holding something in his hand. My guess is that Mitchell couldn't get Livonia to sign one." Harrison and Alfred continued to talk for over twenty minutes. Mary Rose thought the conference was over when they turned and started walking back. She went outside and stood on the porch to wait. Alfred shook Harrison's hand and climbed back up in his saddle. Mary Rose almost called out to the man to invite him to stay for the night. Harrison turned toward her, and when she saw the look on his face, she couldn't have spoken a word to anyone. Her husband looked devastated. He walked closer, then stopped and stood there staring at her.

He wanted her to come to him. Mary Rose didn't hesitate. She ran to him. He didn't say a word to her, but took hold of her hand and turned around again. They walked clear across the meadow before he stopped.

"I'm going to lie tomorrow."

Her eyes widened. "You're going to lie in court?"

He didn't answer her. "I won't lie to you unless you give me permission to." She didn't know what to say. They started walking again, their heads bowed, as each thought about tomorrow.

It only took Mary Rose a few minutes to understand. "You would never lie in court. No, you'd never do that. It's unethical… and so, you're going to lie to my brothers. You'd like to lie to me too, but you…"

"I promised you I would never lie to you again. I won't ever break my word."

"Unless I give you permission."

"Yes."

"All right."

She turned and smiled at him. "I trust you. Do what you must. Now isn't the time to worry about me." He was humbled by her. He closed his eyes and slowly nodded. "Thank you."

"For trusting you?"

"And loving me ... and being who you are."

"Kiss me, and I'll know you mean it."

He did just that.

They walked back to the house in silence. "I'm going for a ride. Do you want to go with me?"

"You need to think about things. I think maybe you need to be alone now." He kissed her again and then went to the barn. Mary Rose leaned against the porch railing and watched. Harrison came out just a minute later. MacHugh was by his side. The stallion wasn't wearing a saddle or a halter, but he stayed right by Harrison's side as they crossed the meadow. Harrison suddenly turned to the animal, grabbed hold of his mane, and swung up on his back. MacHugh went into a full gallop up the first slope.

"He rides like an Indian," Travis remarked. "Where's he going?"

"To think."

"Your father would like you to play the piano. Are you feeling up to it?"

"I'm fine," she said although it wasn't true.

Playing would help her forget about her worries, she decided, and so she went inside and sat down on the piano bench.

Her father was standing close, eagerly waiting.

"What are you going to play, daughter?"

Her brothers had seen her expression when she walked into the parlor. They knew exactly what she would play.

"The Fifth," they all told him at the same time.

And so she did, over and over and over again.

It was sunny and bright Friday morning. Mary Rose was disappointed to see blue skies. She wanted a good storm with thunder and lightning, because she thought bad weather might keep some of the curious in their own towns where they belonged.

She rode with her father in the covered buggy. Neither one of them felt like talking. She spent her time praying and worrying about Adam and Harrison. Her brother's nightmare was finally taking place, and she was powerless to stop it.

It was all up to Harrison. God help him. He'd looked so grim when he joined her in bed. He'd held on to her all through the night.

She tried to talk to him before they got dressed, but he cut her off before she'd even gotten started. She wanted to tell him she loved him and she trusted him, and that no matter what happened today, she

would go right on loving him and believing in him. Harrison wouldn't listen. He was abrupt and distant. She became really scared then, but as he was leaving, he turned and gave her the most wonderful and surely the meanest order she'd ever heard.

He told her he'd put a gag in her mouth if she said or did anything to make him feel good. And if she told him she loved him, he just might lock her in a closet and leave her there all day.

"In other words, you don't want to be distracted."

He nodded.

They left for Blue Belle an hour later. Harrison led the family, and Travis rode shotgun. Harrison stopped the procession just outside of town.

"Mary Rose? Do you feel all right? I don't want you throwing up in court."

"I won't throw up," she promised him.

"Adam, I read somewhere that slaves weren't allowed to look directly at their owners until they were ordered to do so. Was that true?"

"Yes. It was considered insolent… uppity. Why'd you ask me that question?"

"Because I forgot to ask you last night," he snapped. "When you sit down at the table in court, I want you to stare at Livonia's sons. Keep your expression bland, but let them know you're staring at them. Look at one brother all the while he's testifying. Look him right in the eyes, Adam. When the other one gets up there, do the same thing. When I give you the nod, let them see disdain on your face."

"They'll hate it," Adam warned him.

Harrison nodded. "I hope so. Does everyone else remember what I told you?" He waited until they nodded and then gave them one last piece of information.

"Don't believe anything you hear fromanyone while you're in court."

"Not even you?" Mary Rose asked.

He repeated his earlier statement. He wasn't going to tell them he planned to lie, because he had no such intent. He didn't want them finding out bad news until after the jury had been sequestered by Judge Burns.

"No matter what I say or do, don't look surprised or angry. You hear me, Cole?"

"I hear you."

"Let's get it done."

Harrison led the way down the last slope and across the flat into town. It was slow going down the main road because a large crowd had already gathered. None of the gawkers would be allowed inside the

storefront until Judge Burns opened the doors for them.

It was a mixed group of people waiting. Some yelled encouraging cheers, while others tried to drown them out by shouting filthy obscenities. Mary Rose tried to pretend she couldn't hear, but it was a difficult task at best.

The crowd separated so that they could go forward. Mary Rose held on to her father's arm and let him guide her inside.

Judge Burns was already seated behind the table at the end of the room. He faced the door. He motioned the family to come forward. Chairs of every sort from households around Blue Belle had been carried in and placed in neat rows facing the judge. A wide aisle led down the middle. About fifteen feet away from the judge's table on the right side of the storefront were two rows of chairs, six in each, for the jury.

"You can take your seats now. Hello, William," he called out to Mary Rose's father. "I didn't see you standing behind all those tall boys of yours. It's a hell of a sorry day, isn't it?"

"Yes, Your Honor. It certainly is."

"Harrison, that suggestion you gave me yesterday and tried to make me think it was all my own idea?

Well, I've decided to go along with it because it makes good sense to me. I don't want a bunch of strangers in here. They'll only disrupt me, and then, by God, I'll have to start in shooting. Can't abide chaos in my court. Cole, get on up and hand me your guns. I'll look after them for you. The rest of you boys do the same. Mary Rose? You carrying a pistol?"

"No, Your Honor."

"All right then."

The judge waited until all the Clayborne guns had been placed on his table.

"Harrison, Morrison's agreed to help me figure out which ones live in Blue Belle or in a ten-mile circle around the town. No one else is getting inside, especially that no-account vigilante group from Hammond. I'll head on outside in a minute. First, I got to ask you what objections you have to any of the jury members. Do you mind women along with the men if I decided to pick one or two? I might be ornery enough to do it."

Harrison smiled. "I don't have any objections to letting women sit on the jury, Your Honor. Whatever you decide will be fine with me."

"Well, now, that's mighty accommodating. Anything you don't cotton to?"

"No, Your Honor. I've compiled my own list of people who live in and around Blue Belle. I've taken the liberty of putting a check mark next to the ones who came from down South." The judge grinned. "Any ringers in this here list of yours?"

"Excuse me, Your Honor?"

"Never you mind. I spoke out of turn. I know how you operate, now that I've watched you pontificating in my courtroom in Hammond. You wouldn't stoop to buying anyone off. I'll be happy to use your list. It will make my job sorting everyone out much easier. I'm making John Morrison foreman. You got any objections to that?"

Harrison pretended to ponder the matter. He didn't want Judge Burns to know what a piece of luck it was. Adam had come to Morrison's aid when the roof of his store caved in. He hoped to God Morrison remembered.

"No, Your Honor. I have no objections. Morrison's an honest man."

"If everyone's ready, I'll let folks trickle in."

"Your Honor, will you have someone stand in front of the door to keep everyone else out?"

"I will," the judge answered.

"I'm expecting an important telegram. If it arrives…"

"I'll see you get it. That's cutting it a little short, isn't it, Harrison?"

"The telegram will help, but it isn't needed to present my case." Burns stood up. "I'm bringing in those southern boys last. Since they're witnesses against Adam, I'll sit them over on the other side of the defendant. I put the two chairs at an angle so the jury and the crowd can get a good look at them."

Harrison waited until the judge was on his way down the main aisle before joining Adam at the table. He sat down, leaned close to the brother, and whispered something into his ear. Mary Rose couldn't hear what her husband said, but she was able to see her brother's reaction. Adam looked astonished. Then he smiled. It was the first time in weeks he'd shown any joy. She couldn't imagine what Harrison had said to him.

Her husband leaned back in his chair. He wouldn't look at her when he asked her once again if she was feeling all right.

"Yes," she whispered.

Harrison had ordered all of them to keep quiet during the trial, and so, when the first man walked in and went directly to the chairs reserved for the jury, everyone hushed.

There weren't any women sitting on the jury. Mary Rose recognized most of the men, but she couldn't remember some of their names. None of the twelve was smiling. They all had solemn expressions, which she thought were appropriate, given the seriousness of the case they were going to hear. Lionel and Reginald Adderley were the last two men allowed inside. They stomped their way to the front and took their seats.

Both of the men had blond hair. Reginald was older than his brother by several years. He had gray streaks in his closely cropped beard. His eyes were hazel but with more yellow than green in them. He