Peacemakers (Peacemaker Origins Book 1) by O'Dea Sean Michael

Author:O'Dea, Sean Michael [O'Dea, Sean Michael]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-11T04:00:00+00:00

Wage W. Pascal

August 9, 1914

Thomason Railways Passenger Train

North of Fort Wayne, Indiana

She streaked across the first-class sitting car like a skater across an icy pond. Her backside circularly turned like the side rod cranking the wheels of the train they were on. She stopped promptly in front of a booth. One passenger slept against the far window, his mouth wide open and his slouch hat acting as both pillow and sleep mask. The other, bigger one, read the paper.

“May I join you gentlemen?” she asked. The standing beauty adjusted the sheer white fabric that festooned from her black feathered hat. She wore a long-sleeve black and white lace dress that reached the ankles of her high-heeled boots. Perspiration made her white skin glisten in the noonday sun that shone through the windows. After noticing her, Ol’ Bill crumbled his paper before standing up and taking off his flat cap. He held his hat over his chest. “Beg your pardon, ma’am,” he said. He looked over at his sleeping companion. “Well, it’s been a long two days for my friend and me, but your company would certainly be welcome.”

“Thank you,” she said with a small courtesy and a smile that revealed unnaturally sharp canines. She sat next to Wage and across from Ol’ Bill. “Your friend seems to be awful tired.” Wage snored as if on cue.

“Oh, well, good ol’ Cap’n Pascal, he’s able to sleep through anything,” Bill replied. “My name is William MacDonough, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Mallory Macy,” she said. “A Captain? Was he in the army?”

“Yes, we both were. A long time ago. Cavalry. Although our horses never quite made it to Cuba.”

“A serviceman yourself?”

“1st Sergeant, yes ma’am,” Bill replied.

“Well, you will have to excuse me; my new husband insisted on getting some fresh air—he gets a bit sick on trains—and I don’t much care for sitting alone. You do understand, don’t you?”

“Of course, of course. Congratulations on your new marriage,” Bill said and bowed slightly.

“Oh, thank you. We are off to Kalamazoo to see his family and take a holiday.”

“Oh, that’s fantastic!” Bill exclaimed. “I’ve been married almost thirty years myself. A wonderful thing marriage is!”

“And where is your lovely wife?” she asked.

“She’s back home in Tulsa. We met when I was seventeen, just before I left for the Army. Been together ever since.” Bill patted the inner pocket to his coat. “Just finished a few letters, and one of them is for her, gonna mail it when we get to Battle Creek.” He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a small locket. He sprung it open, revealing a small drawing of his wife. The picture was worn from years of caressing it with his thumb. He handed the locket to her.

“She’s exquisite. You must be a very happy man.” She handed back the locket. “When was the last time you saw her?”

“Oh, it’s been almost eight months now. We only see each other a few times a year, truth be told. It’s better that way, our relationship, when we see each other so seldom.

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