THE PATH TO A PROMISE Chapters 31, 32 ,& 33

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE 

The next morning, Ansel strode into the sheriff's office, the wooden floorboards creaking under his steps. He tipped his hat to Sheriff Woods and leaned over the desk, urgency evident in his eyes and lacing his voice. "Don, we need to talk about Joe Tanner and his illegal liquor activities."

Woods steepled his fingers and elbows on the wooden desk. "Who's Joe Tanner? What's he doing? Here in town?" Glancing at a wooden chair, he invited Ansel to sit.

After Ansel's explanation, the sheriff shook his head. "If Tanner's in Missouri, you know we have no jurisdiction there."

Ansel nodded, frustration gnawing at him. "I understand, but I don't want to sit idle. Can you at least keep an eye out for him and have your deputies patrol the area more frequently?"

Sheriff Woods leaned back in his chair, considering the request. "Alright, Ansel. We'll be vigilant. But until he crosses state lines, our hands are tied. If you don't know the type of automobile he's driving, we'll watch for out-of-state registration plates. Meanwhile, keep Lydia and your friend safe."

Later, Edgar clapped Ansel on the back, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you for the information, Ansel. We'll be on our guard. I'll tell my hotel staff to be watchful of anything or anyone suspicious. But I'll be discreet about Olive being involved. It's no one's business."

Ansel spoke with several key men in town, including the bankers, the postmaster, and shopkeepers. Each one agreed with Ansel that Tanner wasn't to be trusted, and they promised to stay alert.

That evening, when Olive returned home, she immediately called The Golden Maiden. Her hands trembled slightly when the call went through, and her mind raced with worry. Charlotte answered, her voice a comforting tone.

"Charlotte, it's me, Olive—"

"Olive! What a surprise to hear from you! How are you doing?"

"I'm okay, but have you seen Joe Tanner or Jimmy lately, or do you know where he is?" Olive prayed the man was in Joplin.

Charlotte's response brought a wave of relief. "Tanner comes and goes, but never long, and Jimmy's been sticking to his usual schedule." Charlotte's tone changed. "Olive, why are you asking me this? Is something going on?"

When Olive told Charlotte the story, Charlotte didn't believe Tanner was going to track Olive down. "Besides, he doesn't know your whereabouts, or does he? Has someone told him where you are?"

"Not that I know of," Olive answered.

Charlotte's voice dropped. "Surely your brother wouldn't tell him…would he?"

"Of course not! Charlotte—"

"I'm sorry! I just had to ask."

"I don't even know where you are, Olive. So, I think it's safe to say you don't have any worries now. Your past is gone, and your future is safe." Charlotte's voice dropped lower. "I miss you. Jimmy's moved on and Joe Tanner's too busy being a nuisance."

Olive exhaled, forcing a smile on her lips. "Thanks, Charlotte. I needed to hear that." She hung up the phone, feeling a sense of safety and confidence she hadn't felt since Ben called. The niggling thought continued. Ben said that Tanner threatened to come after her. Was Charlotte right? Was it safe to forget it all? Could she let her guard down?

Weeks passed, the days blending together as the harvest season reached its peak. The fields were a flurry of activity, and Olive delighted with her paychecks, quickly depositing them into her bank account. She excelled at her job, and Edgar treated her like a granddaughter, offering guidance and support.

One crisp October morning, Olive noticed an advertisement in the Daily Times for a house. Five rooms, a pantry, two porches, a coal and storehouse, a garage for two cars, a windmill with an elevated tank, a storm cave, a picket fence, and a garden tract. It sounded perfect.

Excitedly, she discussed the possibility with one of the maids at the hotel. Edgar overheard and approached her with a warm smile, "If you can wait a few weeks, Olive, I might be able to help finance that house for you,"

Olive’s heart soared with hope. For the first time in a long while, she dreamed of owning her own place and having Peter live with her.

Soon the ominous news of another wave of Spanish Influenza spread through town. During lunch at the soda fountain, Claretta, seated near the big plate glass windows, looked troubled as she relayed the news to Olive.

"Ed's mama has the dreadful flu. She's not doing well at all," Claretta said, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief, anger, and dread. The doctor said this wave seemed worse. I've been sitting with her, cooking and cleaning, and I wear a mask all the while. But Ed and I are scared. What if I get it? We have the boys to think about!"

Olive nodded, her concern deepening. She placed Claretta's sandwich, a pickle, and a glass of soda in front of her. "I've heard the same thing. We need to be cautious, especially since I work in a public place."

Claretta's eyes widened with worry. "You must take extra precautions, dear." She took a bite from the ham sandwich. "By the way, Ed and his cousin finished Will's sunflower harvest. He's happy with the outcome. I'm sure Will is, too."

Olive’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Will. "Have you heard from him?"

Claretta smiled knowingly. "Ed wrote to him about the harvest. Will and his friends are doing well, but the sickness is in the East, too."

Olive glanced around the room, ready to help anyone who needed it. Claretta leaned close, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Olive, can I ask you a personal question? It's about Will."

Heat rushed to Olive’s face, and she swallowed nervously. More questions pertaining to Will Brier. Could she not escape the subject? "Yes, go ahead."

Claretta bent her blonde head slightly, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Do you find Will attractive? Ed and I know he's quite taken with you. He talks of you often and was disappointed when you didn't attend our wedding."

Olive shifted uncomfortably in her chair. How much should she reveal about her past? Taking a deep breath, she decided to be honest with her friend. "We should catch up, Claretta, but I must get back to work. Maybe we can talk more soon?"

Claretta's blue eyes sparkled with understanding. "Come to Sunday dinner?"

Olive stood, pushing her chair under the table. "Yes. I'll ride home with you after church."

Claretta nodded, waving as Olive returned to her duties. It was time to confront her past and let go of the anger, shame, and guilt. Claretta was a trusted friend and a peaceful soul. She felt a sense of hope and resolution as she continued her work. She was ready to face whatever the future held, with the support of her friends and the promise of new beginnings. Was Will Brier in her future for a purpose.

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With its white sidewall tires, the sleek black Buick rolled to a stop on the street, its engine purring before the light from the chrome headlamps went dark. The stylish, sturdy car, with power under the hood for long over-the-road drives, glistened under the added light. The shiny headlamps and the stylish hood ornament made the automobile stand out like a diamond in the darkening night.

Joe Tanner liked the feel of driving such a luxurious car; it made him feel sophisticated. The leather of the seats cracked under his weight as he shifted, the faint scent of whisky and tobacco clinging to the upholstery.

Tanner needed to feel sophisticated, important, and valued—anything other than the incompetent flunkey the boss thought he was. Joe puffed his chest and blew out a hot, whiskey-laden breath, the acrid scent mixing with his attitude. He was building his own empire now. His plans were coming together. He was leaving Joplin and the Maston Business behind. This time, he was coming out on top.

A sly grin tipped his drunken mouth, the alcohol dulling his senses but heightening his bravery.

Through bleary-red eyes, Tanner watched the Adams Hotel. People came and went through the double wooden doors, their laughter and conversations drifting with the breeze. Cars drove past, some stopping at the hotel, others moving down the street. Tanner did not notice the green roadster pull to the side of the street a block down, its engine quietly purring.

The autumn evening grew short, and soon shadows would fall as darkness enveloped the town.

Checking his pocket watch, Tanner flicked his cigarette out of the window; its glowing ember fell to the street. He stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under his polished shoes. Hitching up his dark trousers, he sleeked his hair back from his forehead, the greasy strands sticking in place. He would pop inside the hotel, grab Olive Johnson, and away they'd go.

Stepping close to the windows, Tanner peeked inside. He spotted Olive in a white apron standing near a table for two. She held a pad of paper and took an order, her face serene and focused.

Moving quickly, his legs like liquid lightning, Tanner burst through the doors. Smells of roasted meat and freshly baked bread made his senses reel. He strode to Olive and, with a fake smile on his mouth and a gun in his pocket, he gouged her in the side.

"Hello, Olive, don't say a word. Smile big for me," he whispered, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol, pushing the pistol against her uniform. "It's time to go home, dearest." He pulled her away from the table and out the door so quickly that Olive didn't know what was happening.

As he forced her to the car, she struggled, but the roughness of his grip, bruising her arm, kept her going. He shook her violently. "Stop it! It's no use fighting!"

Joe opened the door and shoved her inside. When she screamed, he slapped her face. Tasting blood in her mouth, she tried to scream again, but he slapped her again and she fell silent.

Pulling the Buick away from the curb, he gunned the motor, and the car flew down the street, the tires screeching against the paved street. In his reckless driving, he avoided hitting Ansel’s car and he and Lydia pulled up to the curb to wait for Olive.

Rushing down the street, Tanner didn't notice the green roadster following, its headlights off, a silent predator in the dusk.

Edgar rushed through the hotel's doors and shouted, "Ansel! Olive’s been kidnapped! See, there he goes, the black car!"

Four blocks down the street, Tanner turned onto Brigmore Street and came upon railroad tracks. A string of rail cars sat on the tracks, blocking the crossing. Tanner let out a string of curses and slammed on the brakes, the car jerked to a halt.

Waiting for the train cars to move, he reached for a length of rope. Pulling Olive close, he tied her wrists just as she awoke. Upon seeing her predicament, she looked for the door handle.          But Tanner shoved the pistol at her, his eyes wild.

"Do you honestly think I'm afraid of you?" Olive’s eyes held contempt, and she laughed, sucking in a breath as she tasted blood and felt something sticky on her face. She was bleeding.

"I don't care if you're afraid of me or not. You're not going to have to worry about me much longer."

"Why are you doing this? Me and my family have done nothing to you, Joe Tanner! You're the one who murdered my brother-in-law!" Olive shouted at the drunken man. "Not to mention causing my father trouble and busting up his property!"

Tanner eyed Olive, muscles and veins popping out on his neck. Jabbing a finger at her, he roared, "Shut up! You think you're somebody special marrying ole Jimmy. You thought you'd get rich on his dough! Well, your plan didn't come through, did it?"

Olive’s heart sank. The man was a raving madman, not to mention a drunken one. She shrank away, leaning on the car door. She had to escape. Sitting here in close quarters with this hooligan made her stomach lurch and turn.

It was dark now, and the streetlights poured an eerie glow over the street. Olive knew by now that Ansel and Lydia were waiting for her to get off work. Would they come looking for her? Did the customers see Tanner's face when he took her out of the hotel? If she could get out of the car, she'd run fast and make her way through the shadows back to the hotel. She had to keep him talking, distract him, and maybe she could escape.

"I've never had a plan, as you put it, Tanner. I only want to be left alone, to live my life peacefully." She watched the man's jaw clench, and his stare intensify.

Pulling a bottle from under his seat, Tanner popped the cork and downed a few swigs of rotgut. The strong smell of cheap alcohol filled the space.

"Ah, that's good juice!" He pushed the bottle toward Olive. "Here, have a swig; I'll share!" She turned her face away and prayed for help, her lips moving in silent supplication.

Eyes narrowing on her again, Tanner continued his tirade. After another long pull on the bottle, he shouted. "Enough waiting!"

He turned the car around, but before accelerating, the green roadster pulled onto the street and roared to a stop blocking Tanner's car. Lloyd jumped out, drawing his pistol. "Joe, let her go!"

Olive shouted, "Lloyd! He's got a gun!"

Tanner jumped out of the Buick; his gun aimed at Lloyd's heart. His words were slurred and lazy. "What the Sam hill are you doing here, Lloyd?"

Remembering her pa's knife in her pocket, Olive wiggled about until she was able to bring it out. Sawing into the rope, she freed herself. While the men argued, she left the car and sneaked toward the back end.

Lloyd glanced at Olive but put his eyes back on Tanner. "Ah, Joe, you're pickled…and driving to boot! What are you trying to do, kill yourself?"

Headlights shone on the two cars, and Ansel and Lydia pulled behind Lloyd's roadster. Ansel came out of the car with Edgar Adams right behind him. Lydia remained inside the car. In the dim light, they saw the guns in the gangsters' hands, their arms shot into the air, and they stood stock still.

Raucous laughter filled the evening air as Tanner weaved to and fro and shouted, "Looks like we're going to have a party!' He turned his gun on them and threatened, "I'd advise you to get back in your auto and get out of town!"

Ansel's mouth jerked into a sneaky grin as he yelled, "That's my line, Mr. Tanner! This is our town, and you're not welcome! So why don't you be a nice guy and let Olive go and get on down the road?"

About that time, everyone watched Olive come up from behind Tanner and hit him over the head with a stick she found lying at the curb. Tanner dropped to the ground, the gun he held clattered to the street. She cried out, her knees buckling, but she staggered to lean on the car.          

Lloyd reached her first, his arms encircling her shoulders. "Olive! You're hurt!" he looked at Ansel, Lydia, and Edgar as they joined him. "She needs a doctor right away!"

Lydia examined Olive’s bleeding face. Pulling a handkerchief from her jacket pocket, she pressed it gently to Olive’s lips.

Olive smiled at her friend. "God answered my prayers," she cried, "I was so scared. He's a lunatic, Lydia!" Covering her eyes with her hands, sank into her friend’s arms.

While Lloyd tied Tanner's hands, Sheriff Woods arrived. Ansel and Edger helped load the drunken gangster into the sheriff's automobile.

Closing the car door, Sheriff Woods said, "Looks like we've got a case. You're a brave lady, Olive Johnson. I'm glad this ended as it did. It could have been much worse. Come down to the station tomorrow and file charges."

Olive agreed and watched the Sheriff drive away.

Ansel and Edgar introduced themselves to Lloyd. "How is it that you're here?" Ansel wanted to know.

Lloyd answered, "Joe's been talking about revenge on Olive’s family for some time. When he left Joplin, Charlotte put a bug in my ear, so I followed him. I knew Olive was somewhere in Kansas, so I figured he was on a road trip that wasn't pleasurable. Sure enough, he found her."

Ansel let out a huge sigh, dragging his hand through his dark hair. "Well, you helped save the day. Thank you." Ansel put out his hand, and the two men shook.

Looking at Olive, he laughed. "And look at you—you're a hero!"

Lydia hugged her tightly and patted Olive’s hair.

Edgar added, "She probably needs to get home for a nice hot bath. You'll probably be a little sore tomorrow. Stay home and recuperate."

"Thank you, Edgar. A hot bath sounds lovely." Looking at Lloyd, Olive gathered her words and managed to speak: "Thanks for saving me again, Lloyd. You have a habit of doing that, don't you?"

Lloyd laughed, winking at her. "I'm glad to be of service, little lady."

Olive gave Lloyd a quick hug before walking with Lydia to the car. Her head ached, and her thoughts were scattered, but she knew three things tonight: She had good friends, God answered her prayer, and she was stronger than she thought.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO 

Olive pressed charges against Joe Tanner the next day. Sheriff Woods learned that Tanner had warrants for his arrest in Missouri and Oklahoma. He was a wanted man.

She left the jail assured that she would not see Joe Tanner again, if ever. In a small way, she felt Dan Winters' death was finally avenged. She thought back to the day at the courthouse during the trial when Tanner was acquitted of Dan's murder. So much had happened since then. She could finally let it go. There was just one thing she couldn't let go.

And that was Lizzie's death.

Olive realized that grief was a personal journey, different from everyone it touched. It lived in her heart and came alive at odd moments. Memories kept her going, bringing happiness, reminding her of all the love that she and her sister had shared. At times she suffered extreme sadness that Lizzie was no longer with her. From the moment Lizzie drew her last breath, Olive felt alone.

The days moved into weeks, and it was mid-October. Newspaper headlines declared the rise of the dreadful influenza peaking again. The articles informed people of the symptoms to be aware of, such as high fevers, a dry cough, profound fatigue, headaches, and chills. No one was immune from it. The elderly and children were at the most risk. Hospitals filled up quickly with patients. Most people wore masks to help ward off the dreaded virus.

Olive worked at the soda fountain, volunteering downtown in the women's war efforts, and helping care for those who were sick. Dora and Charlie contracted influenza. Shortly after Ed's mother came down with it, his stepfather succumbed, and then Ed got sick. Claretta and Anna moved Ed into his parents' house to keep him away from their children.

She gathered with her friends and community women three nights a week to roll bandages, pack care boxes with practical necessities, and knit socks and lap blankets. This was the daily life of those left behind while young men marched off to serve in the war and families waited anxiously for news from the front lines.

Olive helped Claretta and Anna by switching places with them to care for the sick family. The women were needed at home with their children, while Olive had no one. It was a way to pay them back for all of the generosity they had shown her. Dora refused to go to the hospital and instead stayed home. Besides, the hospitals strained under the weight of the growing number of patients.

One evening, Olive sat with Ed and his parents. She finished the laundry and made potato soup for their supper. Ed and Charlie seemed a bit better. However, Dora suffered from nausea and vomiting. Olive thought about what she might serve instead of potato soup. Chicken broth was too oily for the stomach, so she came up with a remedy.

Carrying a tray into the bedroom, she greeted the elderly woman. Dora lay propped up on her narrow bed, her breathing shallow. A brown headscarf covered her white hair. Wrinkles engulfed her aging face, and her brown eyes were dark with sickness.

Olive’s heart clenched at the sight of her, her once strong frame now frail and haggard.    

"Here, Dora. I have something that might make your stomach feel better." She placed the tray on a bedside table and pulled the bed covers across the woman's body.

"First, are you feeling warm or sick?" She hovered over Dora, checking her temperature. She wasn't warm. "Charlie, tell her I made something for her nausea."

Dora managed a small smile, and in her native tongue, she said, "Bless you, dear. I'm hungry."

Charlie translated for her.

Olive pulled a chair closer to the woman. "Let's try what I brought and see if it helps the nausea." She offered a China cup filled with mint tea. Mrs. Brier smelled the tea's vapors, smiled, and then sipped. After a few more sips, her head bobbed.

"Good." Her eyes went to the tray where saltine crackers and apple slices lay on a China plate.

Olive’s smile grew. "You're ready for crackers." She put the small plate before the old woman. Dora took a cracker and a slice of apple and began to nibble. She ate another and another. Her toothy smile warmed Olive’s heart.

As Dora ate, Olive talked. "I'm trying to remember what my mama would give us when we were sick. I know crackers are bland and can settle a queasy stomach. Plus, they help satisfy your hunger." She watched Dora chew, then offered her a glass of water. "And mint helps our bodies with lots of things. I hope the apples won't upset you."

Across the room, Ed spoke up. "Olive, I'd take a few slices if there are more. That potato soup was delicious, but something sweet might help me even more."

Olive stood and said, "Sure thing, Ed. I'll be right back." She went to the kitchen, made two plates of sliced apples, and took them to the men.

After supper, Olive cleaned the kitchen, told Ed, Dora, and Charlie goodbye, and walked home.

Outside, the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the silence of the October night. It was still warm, and a soft breeze blew the brown, dried corn shocks in Ed's fields. As she passed Will's house, the windows met her with darkness, like the war and the influenza outbreak.

The sunflower field lay to the west of the house. It didn't look like it had before. After the harvest, the field was barren with stubbles. New plants popped through the dirt here and there and were trying to grow. Sunflower seeds lay scattered on the ground.

Anna said the men were happy with the harvest. Would Will be satisfied and decide to grow sunflowers?

She was almost home, and she concentrated on Will. Everyone in town missed the man. They spoke of him kindly and hoped he and the others fighting in the war would come home soon. Will liked her and wanted to see more of her. She noticed the adoration on his face when he looked at her. Anna and Claretta told her he was sweet on her. And that presented a problem.

Olive enjoyed Will's company, no doubt about it. But she swore off husbands after the divorce from Jimmy. In this man's world, she wanted to prove she didn't need a man to get by in life. And so far, she was a success. She hoped to have enough funds to buy the little house across town in a few months if it didn't sell first. Edgar might help her. And then she would bring Peter to live with her.

The thought of seeing Will again warmed her heart, however. He was a community pillar, a hard-working, honest, and outgoing man. People loved and respected him.

Embarrassment and shame haunted Olive; her past was tainted. She belittled herself and when she compared her life to others, it didn't measure up. She didn't know how much Will knew or didn't know about her and she hoped he never found out. And to keep it that way, she couldn't see Will.

The last thing Will Brier needed in his life was a woman like herself. 

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Two days later, Olive stood on the busy platform at the train station with others waiting for the train to arrive. A sense of anticipation and uncertainty swirled around her like the steam rising from the locomotives. Passengers bustled to and fro, their voices blending into a cacophony of excited chatter and the rhythmic clang of luggage being loaded onto the waiting train.

She was the only person available to pick up Will at the station. So much for not seeing Will Brier again! Had they all planned it that way? She smiled to herself. No, they hadn't planned on getting the flu. And people had to work. So, she was it.

Sunshine filled the noontime air, warming the mid-October day with the golden hues of autumn. The faint whiff of coal smoke filled her nostrils, causing her to wrinkle her nose and sneeze. Amidst the throng of travelers, Will Brier stood tall and resolute, his expression a mixture of concern and determination as he scanned the crowd.

When his eyes finally found Olive, a wave of relief washed over his face, and he strode forward greeting her with outstretched arms.

"Olive, it's good to see you!" he hugged her and stepped back. "You're the one picking me up this time!" His twinkling blue eyes added to the happiness in his laughter. The dark blue Naval uniform hung loosely on his frame. He had lost a few pounds.

"I'm glad to see you, Will. Welcome home!" She gazed at his face. He had changed somewhat. The boyish look was replaced with a man's knowledge of war and life's troubles.

"I'm the only one available to pick you up, I'm afraid. Ansel is at work, and Ed is still recuperating."

"Let me grab my duffle, and we can be on our way. I'm anxious to see the folks."

She followed him to the baggage line. He was stopped several times by neighbors and fellow sailors, all happy to see he was home for a visit.

Looking around, Will asked where the car was. She laughed. "I don't know how to drive. I brought the buggy."

Will's blue eyes brightened. "No problem, let's get out of here!"

On their way home, Olive told Will about his parents and Ed's sickness. Will told her he was on short leave because of his parents. When they passed the sunflower field, Will talked about the harvest and the outcome.

"I'm not going to continue growing sunflowers. The crop was good, but here in this part of Kansas, wheat, and corn are king—one hundred pounds of sunflower seed yields about forty pounds of oil. Losses can occur if not done properly. It's a chance I don't want to take. Fire hazards are prevalent. And then, the pests such as insects, birds, and mammals can destroy your crops."

"It sounds like you've made up your mind," Olive said. Will Brier was one hundred percent farmer.

"I have. Besides, I've been thinking about my future a lot lately. Oh, by the way, I have something for you." He pulled a little blue velvet bag from his pocket and handed it to Olive.

Inside a pair of diamond earrings winked at her as they fell into her palm. "They're beautiful, thank you, Will. I've never had anything so pretty."

"They reminded me of you when I saw them in a shop window near the base. I've decided on something…I'm buying Brady's chili parlor when I get out of the Navy. Brady offered it to me again at a fair price, so I'm taking him up on his offer. And…" Will stopped speaking and glanced at Olive, smiling. "Everyone's talking about oil. With our latest boom in autos, oil is big business. Cities Service Oil Company has been talking about hires, especially in Oklahoma. It's something I'm definitely looking into after the war."

"It sounds like you have a lot to think about." She decided to tell him about the house she hoped to buy.

"You might wait on buying a place."

Olive’s face fell at Will's words, and she cried, "Why? Whatever do you mean?"

"I don't want to distress you but wait to see what happens to the economy after the war. We all hope for good things to come. But you don't want to place yourself in a predicament it would be hard to get out of."

"You just popped my balloon, you know." She sat quietly as the buggy passed Will's house.

"I didn't mean to, Olive. Just promise me you'll get expert opinions before making major decisions?"

Her eyes were cold and accusing. "How dare you say that I'm not capable of making the right decision, Will Brier!"

Will pulled the horse to a stop. "Now, wait just a minute! I said no such thing!"

She interrupted him. "I do not need a man to tell me what to do! What to think!" She huffed and puffed.

Will shook his head, smiling. "I didn't say that either!"

His smile grew her ire. Tapping her foot on the buggy floor, she scoffed, flexing her hands while heat flushed through her body. "Oh, just like a man to tell a woman what to do! Well, I've had enough of men and their high and mighty attitudes! Take me home at once!"

She saw beads of sweat pop out on Will's forehead. His smile faded. He stared straight ahead, sitting on the buggy seat. Calmly he closed his eyes momentarily. "I'll take you home but hear me out first."

Olive choked back hot tears and humiliation. This was it! Their relationship was getting too close, too soon. He had no right to tell her what to do or even suggest such a thing. She needed the privacy of her bedroom where she could think…and plan. She had to have a plan; without one, her future looked bleak. While Will thought of his future, she had to do the same thing. And here he was telling her not to! How dare he!

"My words came out wrong. I apologize, Olive. It's easy to make wrong decisions when we want something so badly. I'm not trying to control you and run your life. Please say you'll forgive me or at least think about it?"

Sitting ramrod straight like a fencepost, Olive’s chin jutted in the air, and she sniffed. She knew her face must be red like a fireball, further embarrassing her. "I'll think about it."

Will snapped the reins, and the horse took off to carry them to Ansel and Lydia's house.

Thankful that the ride was short, she quickly murmured goodbye and marched into the house, letting the door slam behind her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE 

Olive lay across the bed trembling with upset and falling asleep with her stomach in knots and her heart bleeding. Two hours later, a knock on the bedroom door awakened her.

Sitting up, she called out, "Come in…"

Lydia came into the room and sat on the bed. "You have a visitor, dear."

Olive stared at her friend. She knew her face must be puffy from earlier tears. She must be a mess! Sniffing, she reached for her embroidered hanky. "I'm not in a mood to see anyone, Lydia. I—"

"It's Will Brier. I think you need to see him."

"He insulted me, Lydia, I don't need a man telling me what to do."

"I understand. I truly do. But he mentioned that you are upset, and he wants to make amends. Please hear him out, then make your choice."

"He told you what happened?" Anger boiled in Olive’s stomach again.

"No, he didn't. He said there was a misunderstanding and that he was sorry. And he has a surprise for you." Lydia took Olive’s hand and squeezed. "Come on, wash your face and plop a hat on your head and go—"

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Will held the car door while Olive climbed in. They drove to the soda fountain and ordered sandwiches and coffee. While eating, Will again apologized for the earlier misunderstanding.

This time Olive accepted his apology. Their conversation turned to matters at home.

"Mother is better this evening. She raved about your loving care. She said your bedside manner is better than a doctor." He chuckled. "Ed is up and moving around, and Charlie is, too. That's why I left them alone. I wanted to see you. I'll have to go back to Virginia in a few days."

"I'm glad they're better. And I'm glad you’re home. I’m sure you miss your friends and your civilian life." Olive put energy into understanding Will and his military service during wartime. The nap she took earlier helped her calm down and see the situation for what it was.

"Oh, I do. But the Navy isn't so bad. At least I've not had to cross the sea yet." Will stirred his coffee and took a sip.

She marveled at his calm demeanor. How many times did her temper rear its ugly head only to make her regret it later? It was time to stop taking the pitiful side of life. Sincerity laced her words, and she smiled at him.

"Will, it's my turn to apologize to you. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. You saw an ugly side of me, and I regret that."

Will nodded and reached for her hand. "I accept your apology. Thank you for seeing me tonight."

At his warm touch, reassurance melted over her. Will was sincere, different from many other men. Her brown eyes lit with humor.

 "I could make a fountain treat. Show off my skills." Laughter soothed her nervous heart.

"Make mine a root beer float."

Olive returned to their table with a float and two straws. "I hope you don't mind sharing."

Will looked at the frosty glass setting before him. The dark ice cream concoction looked icy and delicious. "Sure. Placing his straw in the ice cream, he sipped. "Delicious!"

As they enjoyed the treat, Olive talked about her job and working for Edgar. When the glass was empty, Will paid, and they went to the car. "I have a surprise for you. And then I'll take you home."

He started the Oakland and drove out of town.

"It's such a nice evening for a drive," Olive told Will as they drove the stretch of gravel road west of town.

The evening air had cooled from the warm afternoon, and the 1914 Oakland's open-air build didn't protect it from the elements. But her pea coat kept her snug, and her favorite black wool wide-brimmed hat protected her hair from tangling and her face from too much wind.

"You're not too cold?" With admiration filling his eyes, Will glanced at his best girl and admired at her classy look. His gloved hands never let the steering wheel of his motorcar. "And I hope you enjoy the surprise I have for you."

"I'm as warm as a bug in a rug. And please tell me what you're up to."

Will slowed the car, pulling it to the side of the road. "We're here." He climbed from the vehicle, went around, and opened the door. Sweeping his arm wide, he waited for her to get out.

Olive’s sweet smile faded. "We're in the middle of nowhere."

He took her hand in his gloved one and helped her stand. He walked her to the car's driver's side. "Hop in, Sweetheart."

He chuckled at the surprise covering her face. "I, I…no!" She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. "I can't drive your car."

Laughter filled the evening air. "That's why I'm teaching you." Trust framed his blue eyes as he looked at her.

Excuses tumbled from her lips, but he shushed her. "Do you need help getting in?" His brows raised high.

Confidence replaced the unshed tears. She glared at him. "Of course not."

She stepped on the running board, sat in the seat, and placed her hands on the wheel.

Will stayed at her side. "I don't have to adjust the seat; it's just right!"

“That's a plus, isn't it?" A little smile played around her mouth, and her cheeks warmed. Will must trust her because she knew he loved his Oakland and kept it clean, oiled, and up to par. He would never let just anyone drive it.

While he instructed her with the essential information, he assured her. "I'll be right beside you, so relax and let's have fun."

He climbed into the passenger's side. With each command, Olive responded, and she drove the Oakland down the road, little puffs of dust kicking up behind the wheels.

Will's small talk comforted her as anxiety melted away. What a great feeling of freedom to drive a machine instead of a horse and buggy or a bumpy old farm wagon.

"There's a curve up ahead, remember? When you get there, please slow down and maneuver around it. Unless you want to drive back to town, we'll stop, and I'll take over."

Olive glanced at him and smiled. Will was calm; his arm rested on the top of the seat, his fingers near her shoulder. What a great surprise this was! Her body relaxed even more, confidence building with each roll of the tires.

"Why don't I stop before we get the curve…just in case?"

"Nah, you're doing great, kid!" His smile was infectious. "You can go a little faster to get the feel of speed."

Olive put pressure on the pedal, and the car moved faster. The butterflies that swarmed her belly earlier seemed to fly away with the vehicle as it traveled smoothly toward the setting sun. The cool wind ruffled her hair beneath her hat. But when a gust roared through the car, the black felt hat flew away.

"Oh!" Caught off guard, she watched the hat tumble and land on the dusty roadway. It would be ruined.

Olive saw a car rounding the curve and heading toward them. Panic punched her belly as she pushed the brake pedal, jerking the steering wheel to the right. The Oakland screeched and whined as the back tires caught the loose gravel. Sliding into the ditch, it roared to a dead stop.

Dust billowed, covering them with fine grit.

The other car pulled to the side, and the driver rushed to help. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Tears dripped down Olive’s face as she sat rigid and still. She couldn’t get a word to leave her mouth. What had she done? What if the car was broken? She’d have to pay for it! And Will would never let her drive again. Worst of all, she would never want to drive again, ever.

Dread seized her heart. Just as she decided to trust him, now he would never trust her. She was a wreck.

Fortunately, Will remained calm and called to the passerby. "My lady lost her hat, and I do believe she reacted by hitting the brake a bit hard. Thank you for stopping!"

"I'll wait and make sure you can get her started before I skedaddle into town," the older man told them.

Sure enough, Will brought the Oakland to life again, and they waved to the man as he drove away. Turning onto the roadway, Will stopped. Taking Olive’s hand, he squeezed. "Are you okay? No bumps or scratches?"

"No, I'm fine." her heart said otherwise. A tear rolled down her left cheek. "I'm sorry, Will!"

He shook his head. "Silly, we're safe. The Oakland isn't hurt, so cheer up! We've had a grand adventure. At least I know what the old girl will do on a dusty gravel road." His chuckle was harmonious to her ears. But…" he looked at her. We may have to buy you a new hat."

Happiness bubbled in her breast at Will's cheerful and calm demeanor. Looking on the bright side of things was delightful to behold.

At that moment, she realized Will Brier was in her life for a reason. She was here in Kansas for a reason. She remembered the Bible verse about a man planning his steps in life, but the plans of the Lord's plans were the ones that would prevail. And while her plans may not include another man, God might disagree with her.

"Why are you so calm and understanding, Will Brier?" She cocked her head and stared at him.

Will's look did the talking. He stared back. Their eyes met for the first time and stayed in the moment. Deer-brown eyes said "hello" to powder blues.

Staying in the moment, she sensed Will's devotion to her. His determination shone like a beacon in the night, calling her upended life safely home.

Finally, he broke the connection and said, "Because I intend to marry you one day." Confidence, determination, and reality laced his words.

It was as if he unlocked her heart and held the key. Olive tried to speak, but no words would come.

As darkness fell, Will put the Oakland in gear and drove toward Lakefield.

There was a war inside Olive. She realized that Will Brier was serious about their relationship. He wanted more than she did. Or was that true? Had she given up on true love, having a happy relationship, a good home, and a strong future?

It was something she had to face sooner than later.

Will dropped her off at home and promised to see her tomorrow. The auto's taillights disappeared into the night as she closed the door. 

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It was Saturday, and Olive wasn't scheduled to work. She lounged in the warm bed, thinking about the last few days. Life held many surprises. It was good to plan but to remember that those plans could and would change quickly. The last few months had brought a lot of change. She was tired and needed stability. She required hope. And she yearned to see her son and her parents. She should go home for just a little while. Thanksgiving was coming; maybe she would return home for a few days. She planned to ask Edgar about it on Monday.

Will told her he would see her today. Did she want to see him? The secrets of her past loomed like a tiger in the room, waiting to tear into her happiness. Guilt, shame, and sorrow added to the heaviness of past mistakes. But didn't everyone have mistakes that they were ashamed of?

She knew that was the truth. Everyone did things they should not have done, so everyone carried guilt, shame, or sorrow. But to keep secrets?

She refused to deceive Will. If they were to have a future together, then he must know about her past. No secrets, no lies, no deception. It would be easier if they didn't have a future.

Shivering with that thought, she climbed from bed and prepared for the day. She found Ansel and Lydia in the living room, reading, and doing needlework.

Their conversation turned to yesterday evening. Lydia eyed Olive, a subtle smile framing her mouth. When she asked Olive questions, Olive answered them honestly. After all, she owed so much to the couple she lived with. They were there for her, always ready to do what they could. They were her support system.

Olive opened up to the happy couple sitting with her. She told them about Will's surprise – a driving lesson and how the night ended. She watched as grins slipped over their faces and they looked at one another, secret expressions.

Lydia clapped her hands and cried, "I'm tickled pink for you both!" Looking at her husband, she urged him on.

Ansel folded the Lakefield News and laid it aside. His grin subsided. "I sense you're not so taken with this new chapter in your life." His blue eyes bore into her like a worm devouring an apple's sweet parts.

Olive batted her eyelashes and lifted her brows. Biting her lower lip, she admitted, "I'm scared, Ansel. I don't want to make more mistakes. I'm not ready to fall in love again and end up divorced. I refuse to go down that path only to fail again!"

There it was—truth pouring from her soul.

Lydia stayed in her chair, not rushing to console Olive as she was known to do. Ansel crossed his legs and sighed.

"You are too young to go through life without love. We've all made terrible life-changing mistakes. And here we are, trying to do better and enjoying life's sweet moments. Forgive yourself, forgive Henry, and forgive Maston. I believe Will Brier is the right man for you. You've seen his family, you know what he does for a living, and it's all good. I believe God has placed him before you to show you that there are good people in this world. Don't jinx yourself by declaring if you marry again, you'll get divorced."

Lydia agreed vocally and smiled at Olive. "Give him a chance. You don't have to marry him right away. Just enjoy your friendship. Fight the fear that grips you. Fear keeps us in bondage. You know the Bible talks about it."

Olive sucked in a deep breath, blew her nose, and said, "I'm embarrassed and ashamed of myself. When he finds out about my past, he will be too!"

Ansel scoffed, shaking his head. "Will knows more than you think he does. He knows you're divorced twice, you have Peter, and he knows about Tanner kidnapping you. He's kept up with you through the years."

Ansel's voice dropped, and his eyes softened with his admittance. He waited for her response.

Olive’s mouth opened in shock. She swallowed, blinking away hot tears. "Oh my…he spied on me?"

Ansel rose and went to Olive, bending down in front of her. "Listen to me, please. No, Will didn't spy on you. He cares for you and wanted to know how you were doing. Listen, I think I know what you need to do! Talk to him, communicate, and tell him your feelings. Tell him your story, and if, after hearing it, he doesn't want to continue a relationship with you, then so be it!"

His eyes begged her to agree.

Lydia nodded. "I agree, and the sooner, the better. Will's leaving in three days. Tell him before he gets on that train headed east."

Olive reached out and took Ansel's hand. She knew that was solid advice. As she contemplated the couple's words, anxiety melted away from her heart. Biting her lip, her thoughts filtered back to when she saw Will in Claretta's mother's sewing shop in Eureka Springs.

Surprise pierced her heart when she realized that she clung to that memory! Even after she married Jimmy, she thought of Will and wondered what he was doing. Had God placed him in her life for this reason?

Ansel patted Olive’s hand. "This has to be your decision. Don't choose just because Lydia and I say so. Search your heart and lean on the Lord. He will never lead you astray."

Ansel and Lydia looked at each other, raising their brows and looking back to Olive.

"I've never searched my heart or prayed about things. I've barged ahead, doing what I thought was right. And," she paused. “look what happened."