Sabrina's Man (3 page)

Stepping up out of the dust of the street onto the wooden plank sidewalk, Waco glanced up at the sign that said T
HOMAS'S
J
EWELRY
S
TORE.
He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. Then, taking a deep breath, he walked across the sidewalk and entered the store. It only took him ten minutes to make his purchase and exit the store. When he stepped onto the sidewalk again, he was still confused. He walked along until he approached the sheriff, who was, as usual, sitting in the rocker outside his office. “Hello, Micah.”

“Hey, Waco. Say, I been meaning to talk to you. It might be a good time.” Satterfield leaned forward, spat out an amber stream of tobacco juice on the floor, stared at it thoughtfully, then shrugged. “I've been needin' a new mount. You know horses, son. I want you to look at that stallion that Bill Green wants to sell.”

“Already seen him. He's a fine horse. Can't go wrong with him.” The two men talked about the virtues of the horse in question. Waco realized he knew more about horses than any other man in Little Rock, or in Arkansas for that matter. It was his strong point. Finally Waco glanced down at the newspaper. “What's the latest news?”

“Did you hear about Cold Harbor?”

“No. What's that?”

“Why, it's a place, son. Been a big battle there.”

“I don't really keep up with the war. Just hopin' it'll be over soon,” Waco remarked.

“Well, this was a bad one for the Yankees. Grant's followin' Lee's army all the way to Richmond, I reckon. He caught up with him at Cold Harbor.”

“Is that pretty close to Richmond?”

“Not far. That's what Grant's aimin' for.” A look of satisfaction swept across the sheriff 's craggy face. “But Grant got more than he was askin' for this time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lee beat him to Cold Harbor and got his men in an entrenched position. They was just lyin' there waitin' behind them trees and rocks. Grant always thinks he can lick Lee anytime he can catch up with him. Well, he caught up with him, but he wished they hadn't! He sent his whole army in, but General Lee was in an impregnable defensive spot. Paper says seven thousand Union soldiers were killed in less than an hour. They're calling him ‘Butcher' Grant now.”

“I guess that's the kind of man the North needed.”

“Guess he is. He can lose four men to our one, but if he loses a thousand men, he just sends word back to Lincoln and asks for a thousand more. Lincoln reaches out and makes a call to one of the states, and they send a thousand men without even thinking about it. Every time we lose a man it leaves a gap. No one to fill his place.”

Sheriff Satterfield studied Waco's face and finally asked, “How's that Alice girl you been courtin'?”

Waco shot a quick glance at the sheriff. He had taken considerable ribbing about his courtship of Alice. “She's doing fine.”

“How's it working out her working there in the hardware store with you and Will?”

“She's doing fine. She didn't know much about hardware, but then I don't either. She's smarter than I am though. She's learned all the prices, and Will's satisfied with her.”

“I'm surprised that Will would let a woman work in the store.”

“Well, I had to keep after him, but he finally caved in.”

Waco shifted from one foot to another.

“What's the matter, son?”

“Well, I guess I've got a problem, Chief.”

“You want some advice? I'm mighty free with that.”

Waco grinned. “I guess I do.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He lifted the lid and said, “I just bought this ring.”

“Why, that's a right fancy article,” Micah said. “I'll take a wild guess and say it's for Miss Alice.”

“Yes, but I'm not sure I ought to give it to her.”

“Why not?” Micah asked with some surprise.

“Well, I bought it for an engagement but to tell the truth, I'm feeling pretty shaky.”

“It don't take much advice here. You love that gal, don't ya?”

“Yes, but I'm not sure she cares for me.”

Micah chuckled. “Take a run at it, son. Marry that girl. Get you a house full of kids and settle down.”

Waco was not quite satisfied with Micah's advice. He looked at the ring for a long time, closed the lid, and then put it back in his pocket. “Doesn't seem right to get married with this war still going on.”

“Well, it'll be over soon. Everybody knows that.”

“Yes, but what'll happen to the South then?” Waco demanded. A stubborn look crossed his face, and he added, “The Yankees will come down here and tell us how to do everything. They're going to make life tough on us Rebels.”

“There's always something to wait on, Waco. There ain't never a perfect time to get married or do anything else. If you love that gal, then grab her and tell her so and get hitched.”

Waco suddenly smiled. His broad lips turned upward at the edges, and he said, “Well, that's just what I aim to do, Micah. Thanks for your advice.”

Waco moved away, walking down the sidewalk rapidly, now sure of his decision.

Waco and Alice were walking along in front of the Olympic Theater. They stopped to look at a bill outside. A heavy rain had fallen earlier, and the smell of more rain was in the air, which carried the spongy odors of spring. The violent rain had stopped, but the stubborn clouds rolled overhead like huge waves from a rough sea breaker. It was late in the afternoon. There was little light in the day, and lights were shining up and down Front Street as the two paused and looked at the poster.

M
INSTRELSY,
B
URLESQUE
, E
XTRAVAGANZAS
,
E
THIOPIAN
ECCENTRICITIES.
Nothing to offend ladies or children,
for all are done in the most sensitive taste.
Tickets fifty cents. Orchestra chairs one dollar.
Boxes three dollars
.

Alice stared at the sign and then turned to face Waco asking, “What's an Ethiopian eccentricity?”

“I don't have no idea. You want to go in and find out?”

“It might be fun.”

“It's early yet. Let's go. Maybe we can get something to eat later.”

“All right.”

Waco paid a little shriveled-up woman with bright black eyes the admission fee, and the two went inside. The room was filled with stale smoke from cigarettes, cigars, and pipes. Their seats were halfway to the stage. The show started almost at once, and they found it mildly amusing.

When it was over they left, and Waco said, “I reckon I could get along without seeing something like that every night.”

“Oh, I think it was fun. I still don't know what an Ethiopian eccentricity is though.”

The two walked down Front Street until they got to the Royal Café. They went inside.

A heavyset waitress with stains on her apron said, “What can I get you folks?”

“How about some roast beef?” Waco asked.

“Nope. Special is pork tonight. We got pork chops and pork ribs and pork roast.”

“I'd like to try the ribs,” Alice said. “I always like pork ribs.”

“I'll have the same. Bring us some vegetables if you got any.”

The two sat there talking about the show while the heavy waitress moved away.

Waco was nervous, which Alice noticed, and she asked, “Is something bothering you, Waco?”

“Why, no. Not really.” He searched his mind for something to say. He finally said quickly, “I don't know much about you. Do you have much family?”

“No, I don't have any parents. My father was a gambler, but my mother didn't like that. My father left when I was only ten. Mother had to work hard to provide for the two of us.”

“What did she work at?”

“Oh, whatever she could find. She was a good seamstress and did that for a while. We moved around a lot.”

Waco picked up one of the ribs. Chewing thoughtfully, he swallowed and said, “What about sweethearts? You have a lot of them?”

A smile came to Alice's lips. “I'm not supposed to tell about things like that, am I?”

“Oh, you can tell me.” He studied her carefully.

She seemed to have a spirit glowing in her that showed selfsufficiency. But at the same time she always seemed on guard. She was a beautiful and robust woman with a woman's soft depth that could scarcely conceal a woman's fire. Alice's face in habitual response had an expression that stirred Waco. Finally he found himself trying to find a name for what it is. It was something like the gravity that comes when someone has seen too much, like the shadow of hidden sadness. There was also some sort of strength in her. She seemed to be the kind of woman who could, if necessary, draw a revolver and shoot a man down and not go to pieces afterward. She was past her first youth, but there was a beauty about her that drew him as no woman ever had.

“What about you?” she said.

“What about me?”

“What have you done all your life? How old are you, Waco?”

“Twenty-five.”

“So am I. Did you go to school?”

“Oh, for a little while. Never got past the sixth grade. Most of what I know is horses.”

“Yes, everybody says you know horses better than anyone. You ever have a sweetheart?”

Waco stirred and could not seem to find an easy answer. Trouble clouded him, and he cleared his throat then shook his head. “I've known a few women, but nothing serious. I guess I know more about horses than I do about women.”

Alice obviously found this amusing. When she smiled, two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. “I'm glad to hear a man admit that he doesn't know everything there is to know about women.”

A silence fell over the two. Finally the meal was finished, and he said, “I've been wanting to ask you something, Alice.”

“Well, go ahead.”

“Have you ever thought of me as a man you might marry?” The words were hard for Waco to get out.

Alice stared at Waco for a long moment. “I think a woman wonders that about every man she knows, Waco.”

“I care for you more than I can say. I wish I had the words, but all I can say is I love you and you'll never know meanness from me. Would you think about marrying me, Alice?”

Alice reached over and covered his broad hands with hers. She rubbed the calluses that were on his palm and said nervously, “How strong these hands are.” She grew silent and seemed to be thinking deeply. Finally she smiled. “I'll think about it, Waco. I will definitely think about it.”

“Well, I wish I'd been the knight in shining armor to save you, Alice. Waco has all the luck.” Will Barton spoke simply and with obvious sincerity. Alice had just told him that Waco had asked her to marry him.

“Why did you never come courting me?”

“Because I saw Waco was in love with you.” He moved forward then and put his arm around her in a protective fashion. “If he doesn't treat you right, I'll shoot him, and we'll run off to the South Seas and eat coconuts.”

Alice laughed.

She had once told Will that she liked his light sense of humor. He smiled, lost in thought. He suddenly came to himself and said, “But Waco would never mistreat a woman.”

“No, he wouldn't.”

An hour later, Will encountered Waco. He immediately said, “Alice has told me that you want to marry her.”

“Yes, that's right.”

“Well, congratulations.”

Waco ran his hand through his hair with a troubled expression. “It's not exactly settled yet. She's got to think about it.”

“I don't understand having to think about things like that,” Will said, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of disgust. “If you love someone, that's all there is to it.”

“No, I don't think so, Will. A man and a woman have got to have something different, almost like magic. Or else why would they stick together no matter what?” Waco suddenly saw something in Will Barton and asked quickly, “Did you ever feel like marrying a woman, Will?”