Leaving Waverly: Cripple Creek Series
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Disillusioned by the war and prejudice, can this southern belle trust in love? Lauren Crawford is nothing she should be. Put off by the War between the States and her own experience with the slaves on her father's plantation, she longs for something more. Under the control of her parents, there is not much room for anything but submission. Still, she dares to defy them and reach out to a sharecropper's family on her father's land.
The war changed Tom Matthews And he has plans of going beyond his father's humble farm. He will do whatever it takes to make those dreams come true. Nothing will stand in his way. Until he meets her. Drawn to the southern belle he would rather despise, he is soon caught up in a situation not of his own making.
How much is too much for the one he loves? Dare he sacrifice his dream?
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Leaving Waverly - Sara R. Turnquist
Leaving Waverly
a prequel novella
Sara R. Turnquist
Leaving Waverly
by Sara R. Turnquist
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.
Copyright © 2017 Sara R. Turnquist
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For my readers. You keep me going.
CHAPTER ONE
A Spark
The sun shone bright on Lauren Crawford as she made her way across the field. A breeze pressed her skirts against legs that stretched out as swiftly as they could. Lifting her chin, she turned her face upward, eager for warmth. Mother would not approve.
You’ll freckle,
she’d say.
Lauren didn’t care. The sun was a fine companion on her daily walk to and from the plantation house.
So much had changed in the last two years. These fields were at one time teeming with slaves. Now it was different. Not that she minded. Slavery seemed to go against the grain of society—barbaric and cruel. But the terrible practice had ended at a great cost to many. Unthinkable bloodshed…
Lauren pushed the memories aside. Best not to think on such things. No, there was no need to think on that.
Facing forward once again, she picked up speed. It would behoove her to not be late for dinner. Father might become suspicious. And that would lead to questions. And she dare not let him discover where her midmorning strolls took her.
Moments later, she crossed a small stream. Stone by stone, she hopped over, holding her skirt. Mother would have enough to scold her for without a soaked hem.
A voice rang out, and carried in the wind.
Who was that? Was someone hurt?
Can anyone hear me?
It was a man’s voice. Dare she follow it? Her mind warned against such a pursuit, telling of the dangers.
Help me!
He sounded desperate. Was it a sharecropper? A farmer? One of her father’s workers? Either way, she could not leave someone, even a stranger, to suffer. Perhaps she might approach in safety and keep her distance until she determined the circumstances. After all, she was within a few yards of the plantation house.
Moving toward the voice, still calling for help, she climbed the sloped embankment and went further up another small hill. There, from the top, she saw a figure next to a fallen horse. What had happened?
The man scanned the area.
There was nowhere for her to hide.
As he looked in her direction, he called to her, Please.
He faced her. Though the distance between them was great. She couldn’t quite make out his features. My horse is injured. I need help.
What was she to do? Perhaps she should run after father or one of the men who worked for him. But would the horse survive that long? What was the nature of the animal’s injury?
Her heart beat hard. Maybe she should help this man now.
But what of her own safety?
Shaking her head, she pulled her things more tightly to her chest and marched forward. She could handle herself.
As she neared the man, kneeling by the horse, she could make out some of his more distinct characteristics though he did not look her way again. He was young, not more than five years her senior. And he had dark hair, wavy, though it was cut short.
And…and the blood. Everywhere. On the young man, on the grass around the horse, and soaking the cloth the man pressed to the animal’s leg.
Lauren swallowed hard against the sudden uneasiness in her stomach. One more step and the metallic smell slammed into her senses. Her hand flew to her mouth.
She would do this. She would. She had to.
The young man turned and his deep brown eyes found hers. Brief relief registered among the surprise in his gaze. He frowned and looked back at the distressed mare, leaning onto her wound.
Shifting, the animal let out a pitiful noise.
Setting her things to the side, Lauren knelt beside him. What happened?
She stepped in a hole. Her leg is broken.
His voice shook as he spoke.
That wasn’t all. The blood revealed as much.
Lauren was no stable master. Caring for horses was not her forte. Still, she knew something was seriously wrong.
With a boldness that surprised her, she reached forth and lifted the cloth, tugging at the young man’s hand.
He relented and raised it.
The bone was visible, protruding through the skin.
She turned her head, hand pressed to her mouth, not able to control her gagging.
Several moments passed before her stomach calmed. Once she had control of herself, she faced him.
She’s not going to make it.
Lauren kept her voice soft.
The young man shook his head, gaze fixed on the horse.
Lauren looked at the mare’s face, then at the man’s grimace. She laid a hand on his arm.
He was shaking. From the effort of holding the compress on? Or from emotion?
She’s in a lot of pain. You need to let her at peace.
The man’s eyes slid closed and he turned his face into his shoulder opposite where Lauren sat.
When he lifted his head, Lauren expected him to argue, but he nodded.
Moving her hand down his arm to his hands, she pulled them off the wound.
He allowed it.
Then she helped him stand, keeping one hand on his arm, the other on his hands. Do you have a gun?
He nodded, but didn’t move.
Where is it?
Jerking his head toward the saddlebag, now several feet from the horse, he began to pull away.
She squeezed his arm. I’ll get it.
Lauren retrieved the bag and brought it to the young man. She had no desire to touch the weapon, and no knowledge of how to fire it.
Holding it out to him, she watched the shifting of his features as he opened the flap and pulled out a pistol. His brows furrowed and he swallowed.
Setting the bag at their feet, she then nodded to him.
He stepped to the mare’s head, crouching down. You’ve been a good horse, old friend. I’m sorry.
His voice caught.
Lauren's heart ached. How long had this animal been his companion? His friend? In the next moment, she stood beside him as he rose. She placed an arm on his shoulder.
He glanced at her, his eyes first catching, then gazing into hers. Did he seek the kind of comfort she wished she could give him?
The young man turned his focus to the horse and straightened his arm, aiming at the back of the mare’s head.
Lauren held her breath.
Nothing happened.
The man’s shoulder shook. Would he be able to do this? He had to. This animal was in distress. She hurt more every single second that passed. And there was nothing they could do for her but to end it.
Lauren prayed for strength for the man.
He shook harder.
And Lauren's resolve strengthened.
She ran her hand down his arm to the pistol, covering his hand with her own, laying her finger over his on the trigger.
And pulled.
Clementine was dead.
The shot fired and she was gone.
Was he grateful? Or sad?
The young lady removed her hand as Tom pulled the pistol back to himself, but he could not stop the shaking. It worsened.
But instead of moving away, the woman embraced him. Hold onto me.
He did. Wrapping his arms around her, he held to her as if she were the only thing keeping him upright. Perhaps she was.
Clementine had been with him since he