Cassidy's War by Susan Macatee

Author:Susan Macatee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, civil war, historical
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2012-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Before leaving his room, George penned a hasty letter to Cassidy explaining he must leave but would be back as soon as possible. He didn’t want to divulge any more in case the letter landed in the wrong hands. He didn’t have time to hand deliver it.

He sealed the post, then splashed water on his face and shrugged into his vest and coat.

He grabbed the packed bag and thudded down the stairs, stopping at the front desk. His jaw still ached from his encounter with Madison, and he’d spent a good portion of Sunday night pacing his hotel room worrying about Cassidy.

The clerk, Mr. Stanton, glanced up as George dropped his suitcase and handed him the sealed note. “You look like you got run over by a train, Mister.”

George ran a hand over his stubble. “Reckon I feel like I have.”

The clerk leaned on the counter and eyed him. “Are you checking out, sir?”

“No. I’ll just be out of town for a few days. I hope you can hold my room until I return.”

The man nodded. “Either that room or another. We don’t see much business.”

George grinned. “Thanks. I will be back.”

“You the one had the run in with Doc Madison?” Stanton narrowed his gaze.

George scowled. “Word does get around.”

“Over Miss Stuart, wasn’t it?” The man’s salt and pepper brow arched. “Fighting over the little lady, you were.”

George detected admiration in the man’s gaze. “Maybe I didn’t like the way he touched her.”

Stanton grinned. “Well, sir, I wish you luck.” He squinted. “Folks here tell me you used to live in Burkeville.”

“A long time ago, but I left just after the war.” George handed Stanton the letter. “Could you please be sure Miss Stuart gets this?”

The man smiled. “I’ll take it to her myself.” He nodded. “Yes, sir, I’ll get this right out for you today.”

“Thank you.” George reached into his pocket extracting a few coins, thankful the clerk didn’t ask any questions.

As he turned to leave, Stanton warned, “You’d best get some rest, sir. Maybe you should get Miss Stuart to give you a look over before you leave.” He winked.

“Don’t have time. Have to catch the next train out.” George turned away.

He strode to the train station, wishing he’d had more time to explain to Cassidy. As he neared the platform, he caught sight of a well-dressed woman with chestnut hair standing by the ticket office, suitcases beside her.

Mrs. Claymore.

He stepped to her side. “Don’t tell me you’re going to Philadelphia too?”

She smirked, then her face colored. “No, Mr. Masters, I’m headed for New York. But I will be joining you in Philadelphia in a few days so I can relay your findings back to the agency...” She sighed. “You know we can’t risk—”

“I know,” he said. “Can’t risk telegraphs or the mail.” He lifted his suitcase as well as one of hers. A porter grasped the other one.

“After you, ma’am,” George said.

She nodded and preceded him into the train. He hoped to hell this wouldn’t get back to Cassidy, but knowing this town as well as he did, was sure as hell it would.

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