The Courting Dress A
Total Page:16
File Type:pdf, Size:1020Kb
the Courting Dress A the Courting Dress the Courting Dress by Emjay Luby Emjay Luby The Courting Dress Published by: A Book’s Mind PO Box 272847 Fort Collins, CO 80527 www.abooksmind.com ISBN 978-1-939828-80-4 Copyright © 2013 Emjay Luby Printed in the United States of America No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, digital photocopy, recording, or any other without the prior permission of the author. D the Courting Dress Prologue Mandy Stevens stepped out of her steam-filled bathroom wrapped in a towel and surveyed the piles of clothing and trinkets she had pulled out of Grandma Flo’s “membry” chest over the last three hours. Be careful, Man- dy. The warning played over and over again in her mind. Be careful. Careful. “Why? What’s in there?” She let out an exasperated sigh and nudged a pile aside with her bare toe. If only Grandma Flo could answer the question. For a second, Mandy was tempted to dump everything back into the chest and worry about it tomorrow, but as she reached for a stack of clothing, she was drawn to a blue dress peeking out from the bottom of the stack on the bed. She tugged it out and held it up to the light. It was pretty but not beau- tiful; feminine but not frilly. A smile flitted across her face as she imagined her grandmother putting it on for a special occasion. It obviously held some precious memories or Grams wouldn’t have saved it for decades. It certainly didn’t look dangerous, but then nothing in the hope chest seemed ominous. Did Be careful mean There’s danger lurking within? It could be that, or it could mean There’s something in there you really don’t want to see. Mandy shrugged, realizing it could just be that Grams didn’t want her to break or ruin something precious. She stopped trying to figure out her grandmother’s warning and con- centrated on the silky dress in her hand. It was really quite charming. A deep sapphire blue, it had a collar trimmed with delicate hand-made lace and long sleeves that tapered down to lace-edged cuffs. The bodice of the dress appeared to be form-fitting to the waist, and the skirt flared out at the hips. The color would have accentuated her grandmother’s beautiful eyes; and her own, Mandy acknowledged. Holding the dress up to her, she surveyed her image in the full-length mirror. “Oooh, pretty,” she murmured. Impulsively, she dropped the big, I Emjay Luby fluffy towel, slipped the dress over her head, and began to button it, gaining a new appreciation for zippers as she did. The bodice had at least thirty tiny, slippery, pearl-like buttons. It took infinite patience and deft fingers to hook the slender loops of thread around each pearl. Finally, all but one of the buttons were in place. Mandy smoothed the dress down, marveling at its perfect fit and the silkiness of the material. She twirled around and faced Grover, who was on the bed grooming himself. “What do you think, Mister?” He meowed a response and swiped a gray paw over his ear. “Yeah, I like it, too.” She whirled back to the full-length mirror as she slipped the last stub- born button into its loop. To her horror, she saw neither the mirror nor her image, but the headlights of a car barreling down on her. ********************************************** Mandy was paralyzed by shock. What she was actually seeing and what, in reality, she should be seeing did not jibe. Looking around frantically, she hoped but did not expect to see her bed, the chest, and all the familiar touches of home. Instead, she saw buildings, trees, and a dusty road. She heard indistinguishable voices shouting, the roar of a motor, the squeal of brakes, and a horn blaring. Suddenly, as the car came within mere feet of her, she was tackled and thrown to the ground. Hitting the shoulder of the narrow road with a thud and a whoosh as the breath was knocked out of her, she gasped and drew in a mouthful of dust. She coughed and struggled to sit up, but something held her down. A deep voice close to her ear asked, “Miss, are you all right?” Mandy realized a man lay beside her, his arm around her. Although she understood that he had risked his life to push her out of the path of an oncoming vehicle, she had not yet caught her breath or found her voice. She managed to nod slowly and tried again to get into an upright position. “Here, let me help you.” The stranger leaped to his feet with amazing agility. He extended his hand and pulled her up beside him. She bent to dust off her grandmother’s dress and noticed shoes peeking out from under the II the Courting Dress skirt. Shoes? She had been barefoot when she put on the dress. She lifted the skirt ever so slightly and saw a lacy slip under the blue hem. “Miss? Can you speak?” “Is she all right, Nathan?” “Do you need help?” “Is anybody hurt?” Mandy noticed the crowd of people, all of whom seemed to be worried about her. She held up her hand. “I’m fine,” she managed to say. Nobody moved. She smiled tremulously. “Really, thank you for your concern, but I’ll be okay.” The crowd dispersed, except for the man who had saved her. “Where am I?” The stranger took her arm. “Let’s get you to a doctor. We need to make sure you’re not injured.” “I’m fine–I think. Just shaken.” She winced as she rubbed a small goose egg on the back of her head. “I don’t know where I am or how I got here.” “You’d better sit down.” He led her to one of the many benches that lined the street. “You must have hit your head pretty hard when I knocked you down. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. After all, you saved my life.” Mandy studied the surrounding area. Parts of it looked vaguely familiar to her—the piece of a mountain jutting out beyond a building at the end of the street, the way the road before them curved and dropped sharply out of sight, some of the buildings themselves. She knew she had seen most of it before, but where? And what in the world had happened? Her mind struggled to make sense out of nonsense. How could she be standing on the cushy carpet in her bedroom one minute and lying in the middle of a dusty road the next? Although she didn’t remember falling asleep, she knew she must have, which meant she had to be dreaming. Nothing else explained the strange events. She sighed in relief. Yes, that was it–a dream. Having settled the puzzle, she decided to give in and enjoy it. It was, after all, a figment of her imagination. She turned and smiled at the stranger and knew the minute she saw him her suspicions were correct, because he looked precisely the way her dream man would. He was taller than she, had dark, curly hair sticking out from III Emjay Luby under a cowboy hat, and a well-formed nose. She couldn’t determine the color of his eyes, but they looked dark. Above his full lips was a mustache— not the wispy, wimpy, why-bother type, but the sexy Omar Sharif-kind. He wasn’t just good looking, he was drop-dead gorgeous. His lips curled up in a lopsided grin, and she realized she had been staring. “Oh, I’m sorry. You must think I’m incredibly rude. I guess I’m still a little stunned.” “Think nothing of it.” He didn’t seem to mind an attractive woman openly admiring him. “My name is Mandy.” She was surprised that she didn’t feel awkward with him. She was usually totally tongue-tied around most men. “Thank you again for saving me.” “My pleasure.” He wiped the back of his hand across his brow. “Whew! You had me frightened for a few minutes there.” “I’m fine.” She brushed the dust from her sleeve. “And your name is?” “Sorry. I guess I’m as shaken up as you are. It’s not every day I save women from impending death. I’m Nathan Pierce.” “Hi, Nathan.” She shook his hand. His grip was firm; his hand warm. He didn’t feel like a dream. She reluctantly let go of his hand, closed her eyes, and pinched the back of her own hand. When she opened her eyes, Nathan was studying her. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I thought I must be dreaming, but...” She took a deep breath. “Now, I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, and I promise I won’t blame you if you do, but please humor me. Where are we?” Nathan laughed and pushed his hat farther back on his head. “Okay, you win. We’re in Jerome.” “Jerome?” “Jerome, Arizona. Haven’t you ever been here?” “Oh, yes.” A puzzled look crossed her face. “It wasn’t this big the last time I was here.” He nodded his agreement. “I can understand your confusion. If you haven’t been here for a while, the changes are amazing.