The Travels of Titus by Danni Roan

Author:Danni Roan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Western Romance, Clearn Sweet and Wholesome Romance, Romance Westerns, Inspirational Romance, Romance
Publisher: Danni Roan
Published: 2021-01-11T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

A SUDDEN THUMP AND rattle at the front door startled Polly Esther from her chair in the good parlor where she’d been working on the mending.

“Good heavens!” she cried standing and turning toward the door. It wasn’t that she’d drifted off, but she’d needed to rest her eyes, and now the sudden commotion made her jump.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she called hurrying to the stoop of the Biders Clump Boarding house and opening the door.

“Sakes a live!” she nearly screamed, placing her hands on her cheeks as she stared down at the prostrate form of a young indian man on her door step.

“George! George!” Polly yelled bending and touching the young man’s face to see if he were alive.

“Polly, what’s all the commotion?” her husband George said stepping around her. “Heavens to Betsy!” he declared, “let’s get him inside.”

Together they half carried, half dragged the man into the house closing the door with a thud and stopping the cold from following them.

What do you think he’s doing here?” Polly asked looking past the arm she had slung over her shoulder at George.

George’s dark eyes were full of worry, and he shook his gray head. “I don’t know, but I’ll get someone to fetch the Sheriff right away.”

Polly nodded, her bright blue eyes dimmed with worry. “You don’t think there are more coming do you?” she asked as together she and George hefted the man onto her best settee.

“No tellin’,” George said. “Ain’t been any trouble in a long time.”

Polly nodded again as she pulled a warm blanket from the back of the settee and covered the man.

“He looks like he’s come a far piece,” George mused, noting the heavy moccasins, and warm buckskins.

“Hello! Hello!” another voice called from the stoop and George turned heading back to the door as heavy pounding shook its frame.

“It’s alright Major,” George said opening the door and gazing at an old man dressed all in blue. “We got an unexpected visitor’s all.”

The white haired man nodded once, pushing the hilt of his sword that he’d half drawn, back into its scabbard.

“I thought I heard Miss Polly calling for help,” the major said.

“You did,”George said, “and I’ll tell ya all about it later, but could you maybe go fetch the Sheriff for me just now?”

“As you wish Mr. Olson,” the man said making a smart turn and marching down the street.

George closed the door again. The chill had seeped into the hall way, and he wanted nothing more than to stoke the fires to force it out again.

“I’m putting on coffee,” he called as he moved down the hall to the kitchen. “Holler if there’s any change.”

Polly looked down at the young man on her settee. He looked road weary and worn. She didn’t recognize his pack or the markings on his buckskins, so she could only guess he’d been traveling from far away.

Moving to an old trunk by the fire place, she opened it and pulled out a heavy woolen blanket draping it over the man as well.

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