Part One
September 1921
As Nathan Grant rode along the quiet, leafy track completing his afternoon rounds, he thought again of how lucky he was to have this Mountie posting in Hope Valley. He and his niece, Allie, had been assigned to a few Towns and Garrisons before arriving in Hope Valley, but none of them had felt like home the way here did. Nathan had been responsible for caring for Allie since her mother's death, his sister Colleen, many years ago. Nathan was glad he had adopted her, and he credited the people and the Town of Hope Valley for giving him the courage to do so. Hope Valley was a picturesque small town where you got to experience all the rich seasons of nature in a community that looked out for each other and any visitors to Town. There were no strangers in Hope Valley; in fact, Nathan considered almost everyone who lived there a friend, with a few exceptions. Speaking of strangers, Nathan thought, squinting as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing; someone was riding toward him on the track. It was a woman, he thought, as she rode closer to him.
Hope Valley was a small Town, a long way from any large city, and most people travelling by horseback used the main road to arrive or travel through the Town. While it wasn't uncommon to see a man travelling alone out on the back trails, a woman travelling without company was unique enough to spark his curiosity. He wondered what she was doing here, alone on an isolated side road travelled only by those who lived along it or their visitors.
As they got closer, he called out, "Good Afternoon, Miss. Is everything okay?" He tried to sound reassuring and non-threatening. While he was wearing his Mountie uniform, he knew there were unscrupulous people in all professions.
"Not really, Constable. I am glad to see you; I fear I am lost." Matilda Harris didn't want to admit just how glad she was to see the man in the Red serge Uniform. She had been travelling on this road for quite some time and hadn't seen a soul. As noon became afternoon, she started to feel afraid she would never find her destination. She didn't want to be lost in the dark. Her initial apprehension concerning a strange man on horseback receded when she saw the man was a Mountie and completely disappeared when she looked into his clear blue eyes; there was no way they were hiding ill intent.
Nathan was curious about the woman; her accent made it clear she was from somewhere far away from Hope Valley. It was one he had heard before but not since a previous posting several years ago. He assessed her and her belongings discreetly and noted her saddlebags were full to overflowing with various items, and the outfit she wore was different to the clothing of the women in Town. Her attire, as much as her accent, made it clear she was a stranger in these parts. "It would seem you are a long way from home," he stated, the inflection in his voice turning his statement into a question.
"Yes, I am. Although I haven't travelled from Australia today," Matilda responded, grinning at his light-hearted teasing.
"I would hope not," Nathan laughed.
As he rode up alongside her, reigning in his horse Newton, he could see her more clearly. He was surprised, he had thought she was much younger, but still, she was young to be travelling alone. While she was older than he thought, she was still beautiful, with soft brown curls flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes were bright, vivid green, and her skin was fair and luminous, with a dusting of freckling across her cheeks and nose. Although it seemed for at least some of her ride, she hadn't worn a hat, as her nose and cheeks had a slight redness from the sun.
"Where were you heading when you got lost?"
"I am looking for John and Sarah McDonald. I was told their Homestead was on this road." Matilda had followed the directions she received from a family she had passed earlier. Obviously, She hadn't followed them correctly.
"I know the McDonalds; their Homestead is further back the way you came; you have passed their access road. It's easy to miss the turnoff; it's difficult to see if you don't know what you're looking for."
The McDonalds were an older couple who kept to themselves. They hadn't always, but since the loss of their daughter, they rarely ventured off their property.
As the Mountie assigned to Hope Valley, he regularly checked in on all town residents and surrounding areas. He called in to see the older couple occasionally when on his rounds. Visiting the McDonald's was always problematic; they had changed since the loss of their only child. He had watched the life drain from their eyes when they heard the news of her death. They had locked themselves away from society, preferring to grieve privately, and they only went into Hope Valley when needed.
"Are the McDonald's expecting you, Miss?" Nathan queried, hoping she would reveal the reason for her visit. He was concerned that an unexpected visitor would not receive a warm welcome at the Homestead. It would soon be dark, and he doubted the young woman would find hospitality for the night with John and Sarah, nor would she find her way to Hope Valley alone.
"My name is Matilda Harris, Constable. No, the McDonald's aren't expecting me."
"I'm Constable Nathan Grant, Miss Harris, and I would be happy to escort you to the McDonald's. I am due to call in on them anyway." Nathan smiled at the young woman," and please, call me Nathan."
"Thank you, Nathan; I would appreciate your help. I would be happy for you to call me Matilda."
As they rode towards the McDonald's, Nathan hesitated and then decided he needed to tell Matilda about the McDonald's and the reception she would likely receive.
"Matilda, I think you should know something before we get to the McDonald's."
Matilda glanced at the Constable, concerned by the tone of his voice, "Okay, I would appreciate anything you can tell me."
"Since the death of their daughter, they have changed. John and Sarah used to spend time in Town, join in activities and the like, but not anymore. It is rare to see them off their Homestead." Nathan held her gaze and said, "they aren't welcoming to visitors, especially surprise visitors."
"Thank you for warning me," Matilda bit her lip, "I am hoping they will see me; I have something for them from Mabel, their daughter."
"How did you know their daughter? I never met her; I am told she left to go to Nursing school and then to tend to soldiers wounded in the War."
"I am a nurse too; Mabel and I worked together in Egypt, treating the wounded soldiers."
Nathan's eyes widened. The world had been at War, Canada included. as a Mountie, he had been required to stay and enforce the law at home, and with Allie, in his care, he didn't feel he could volunteer. Nathan had always felt guilty remaining behind when others had fought and sometimes lost their lives defending their Country. He knew his commitment to Allie was his priority, as she had no one else to look after her. He couldn't imagine what Matilda and her friend Mabel had witnessed.
"Thank you, Matilda. I am sorry I don't have the right words to acknowledge how grateful everyone is for what you and Mabel did for our wounded soldiers."
Matilda looked down, blinking back tears, not wanting to remember what she had seen, not wanting to remember losing Mabel. Usually, she could keep the memories at bay during the day; it was the nights when she struggled. The things she had seen, heard, felt, and smelled… invaded her dreams.
When she felt she could, she looked up into Nathan's kind eyes and said, "thank you so much, but the men that fought are the ones who deserve our gratitude, respect, and eternal thanks."
"I am glad you can bring the family something from Mabel; it may finally bring them comfort," Nathan said softly; realising she was close to tears, he decided to change the subject. "Are you planning on staying in Hope Valley once you see the McDonald's? Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"Yes I am, and no accommodation arranged, not yet; I was hoping there would be accommodation in Town." Frowning at his question, she said quickly, "Please tell me there is accommodation close by," she asked, worried there might not be.
"There is, at the Queen of Hearts, the saloon in town, which is suitable, but I would suggest eating your meals in Abigail's cafe; they do great food," Nathan explained. "I can take you there once we have seen the McDonald's."
"Thank you, I would appreciate it very much," Matilda blushed furiously and looked away when she realised she had been staring at him as he spoke. She had never been so embarrassed; she hoped he hadn't noticed. She didn't know what was wrong with her; she wasn't usually distracted by a handsome face, and his face was handsome.
As Matilda followed Nathan toward the track leading to the McDonald's, she could see how she missed it; the turnoff was overgrown and difficult to see. As they grew closer to the property, she was shocked to see how tired and neglected the property appeared. The garden beds were full of weeds; the grass was long and overgrown, the paint was peeling on the front of the house, and the curtains on the windows were all closed, keeping out the light. The sagging veranda seemed to sum up the overall feel of the place; it was neglected, covered with dust as if no one cared about it or the occupants.
When Nathan saw John Macdonald stepping out of his front door with a scowl, he reigned Newton in. "Good afternoon, John; how are you?"
"What can I do for you, Constable? You don't usually come here this late?" John's face was set in a harsh snarl, the lines around his mouth so deep they dragged his mouth downwards.
Matilda couldn't believe this was the same man her friend used to talk about. Mabel often recounted fond memories of her parents, the laughter they shared, the practical jokes her Father played, but today, the man before her couldn't be any more different than the picture she had in her mind of him.
"I found this young lady lost on the road; she was looking for you and Sarah, so I offered to escort her here." Nathan raised an eyebrow; it was clear from John's words and body language they weren't welcome. He tried to keep his voice light as though the visit was nothing out of the ordinary.
"What business do you have with us, Miss?" John asked, his eyes barely flicking to her.
"My name is Matilda Harris," she called out, pausing as she saw his wife step out behind him. "I knew your daughter, Mabel." Matilda looked at Sarah Harris. As with her husband, she couldn't reconcile the woman before her with the mother Mabel had described. How could this cold, grey, miserable woman have baked beautiful cakes, sewed pretty dresses and taught her only daughter to dance and sing? There was no life in this house, just as there was no life in the two people standing before her.
"My daughter's dead; what can you want with us?" he snarled at her, ignoring the hand his wife placed on his arm.
"I have something for you both from Mabel." Matilda waited, hoping Mr McDonald would ask what it was so she could give them the letter; she believed it would help them deal with the loss of their daughter.
"I don't know why you think we would want anything from her; she chose to leave here, to abandon her mother and me and look what happened to her. We aren't interested in anything to do with her anymore."
Matilda was shocked, she had known Mabel's parents hadn't supported her choice to be a Nurse, but she hadn't known they were still so angry.
Nathan looked at Matilda and lowered his voice, "Matilda, would you tell me what it is you have?"
'It's a letter." Tears swam in her eyes as emotion clogged her throat, "it's her last letter to them."
"John," Nathan called out, "I think it's important you and Sarah let Miss Harris give you what she has from Mabel. She has travelled a long way, and Mabel wanted you to have this."
Matilda watched as Sarah said something to her husband, her whispered words clearly upsetting him. John's response to his wife was inaudible, but whatever he said, the tone was harsh. As John stormed past his wife, she flinched back before allowing him to enter the house, remaining on the Verandah alone.
Matilda nudged her horse Hunter towards the Verandah and Mabel's mother, smiling at her. She could see how much Mabel resembled her mother, especially in her eyes and mouth. Dismounting, Matilda stood at the bottom of the stairs. She was grateful when Nathan dismounted and came to stand beside her.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs McDonald; Mabel told me so much about you. I am a nurse who worked with your daughter in Egypt." Swallowing, she softened her voice, "I was with her when she passed. Her last thoughts were of you and your husband." Mabel kept her voice low and soft, trying her best to make sure her voice didn't break. She promised Mabel her parents would get this letter; she needed to keep that promise.
Sarah let the tears roll down her face unchecked.
"I have a letter for you and your husband; Mabel asked me to ensure you got it. I hope you'll read it." Matilda stopped short of saying that Mabel used the last of her strength to dictate the words to her.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the precious letter. She had kept it on her person from when Mabel finished it, not wanting it to get lost. Matilda had hoped Sarah would take the note from her, but she remained frozen, silently crying, her arms wrapped around herself.
Matilda looked at Nathan; at his nod, she stepped forward, placed the letter down before Sarah, and backed away, "I'm sorry we had to meet under such circumstances. Mabel was my best friend, one of the best people I have ever known, and I miss her terribly. She loved you and her Father very much and talked about you all the time."
Without another word, Matilda turned and mounted Hunter and headed away from the Homestead.
Nathan watched her ride slowly out before turning to Sarah and saying, "she travelled a long way to keep her promise to Mabel; I hope she didn't waste her time." Tipping his hat to her, he said, "I also hope we will see you and John at the Thanksgiving dinner in Town. We will celebrate those who served in the War and those who were lost, including Mabel. I think it would help you to be there, to be around people; remember all the things you have to be grateful for."
Nathan caught up to Matilda but waited a moment before he spoke to her; he could see her shoulders were hunched over, and she looked much smaller than she had before the visit with John and Sarah. He expected to see tears falling down her face, but instead, her face was grim, her lips pressed together in a thin line, her jaw tight.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Matilda only nodded; she was too upset to speak.
Instead of pursuing that conversation, Nathan decided to talk about other things. He described Hope Valley to her, what the Town and the townspeople were like, why he and his daughter loved the Town and why he was sure she would enjoy her visit.
After securing their horses at the livery, they walked into Town, with Nathan carrying her saddlebags. As he hoisted them onto his shoulder, he thought she really must have all her worldly possessions in them; they were very heavy.
As they walked, Nathan kept up the commentary about the Town, pointing out landmarks to her or people he had already mentioned, like the Yosts who ran the Mercantile.
When they arrived at the Saloon, Nathan said, "this is where the accommodation is, although I would again recommend eating across at Abigail's," pointing it out to her.
Nathan escorted her inside the Saloon, leaving her with Lucas Bouchard, the owner, who was happy to find her a room. Nathan turned away but stopped, "It's Thanksgiving soon; there will be a celebration in Town; everyone is welcome." Nathan smiled broadly at her, "I hope you will come."
"Thank you, Nathan. I am not sure how long I am staying. I was only here to deliver the letter, and I have done that." Matilda smiled at him, "I appreciate you accompanying me to the McDonald's; I am not sure how it would have gone if you hadn't been there."
Nathan didn't respond, just smiled at her, his crooked smile transforming his face from handsome to stunning.
Matilda stood in her room at the Saloon that evening. She had spent some time settling into her room and freshening up. A nap sounded wonderful, but if she took a nap now, she would sleep all night, and she was hungry. She also knew she needed to change out of her riding outfit. The short time she had to observe the women in Town alerted her that her attire wouldn't be suitable for dining at Abigail's café.
Matilda didn't care much about clothes, but she knew others did, and she needed to conform to expectations, especially in a small town. She had grown up as a tomboy on her family farm, raised by her older brother when her parents passed away. She had spent her time riding horses and seeing to the cattle, so she didn't have time to worry about what she was wearing; her brother never seemed to care. She spent much of her time at home in moleskin pants, button-down shirts and Waterproof oil-skin jackets.
Starting nursing school had been an eye-opener for her; studying amongst other young women, she quickly understood the attire and social rules she needed to follow, and she had to admit, she was good at it. Matilda had always felt comfortable in her own skin, despite how she was dressed and meeting new people was one of her favourite things. She found every new person fascinating and wanted to hear their stories. Matilda believed the ability to really listen to people helped her be a better nurse, people opened up to her about all kinds of things, and it helped her to understand what they needed from her. A rumble from her stomach had brought Matilda back into the present, and she reluctantly took off her comfortable riding clothes to dress in something more suitable.
Opening the Café door, she paused for a moment, admiring the room, it was welcoming and homely, and whatever was cooking smelled amazing. She was glad of the Constable's recommendation, and from the number of people inside, others enjoyed eating there, too; she couldn't see a spare table anywhere. As she stood, looking around, she heard her name being called and turned to see Nathan sitting with a young girl at a table. Smiling in relief, she walked toward him as he waved her over to join them. As she walked toward them, she took in his appearance, pretending not to notice he was just as handsome in civilian clothes as in Uniform.
Nathan invited her to sit with them and introduced her to his daughter.
"I have never heard anyone talk like you before?" Allie said, her eyes wide, forgetting all about the sleepover at Opal's she had been trying to talk her Dad into letting her attend.
"Allie," Nathan admonished her, horrified at her statement, hoping Matilda wasn't offended.
Laughing, Matilda glanced at Nathan and said, "it's fine; I have lost count of how many times I have heard that while travelling. It's lovely to meet you, Allie."
"Are you really from Australia? That's such a long way away!" Allie gasped.
"Yes, it is a long way." Matilda was delighted by the young girl's enthusiasm.
"Wow," Allie breathed. "Are you staying in Hope Valley very long, Miss Harris? I have so many questions I would like to ask you."
"I am not sure exactly how long I will be here, but certainly a little while," Matilda explained to the young girl. "I would be happy to answer your questions anytime," she offered. She didn't like to admit it, but she was feeling very homesick; maybe talking about home would help with that; it couldn't make it worse anyway.
"Really. Would you talk to my friends too, could you come to my School? I could ask my Teacher, Mrs Thornton, tomorrow; I'm sure she will say yes."
"Ask Mrs Thornton what?" an amused female voice asked. Matilda glanced over her shoulder to see a beautiful, well-dressed woman standing near their table. The woman, who she presumed was Mrs Thornton, was standing with Lucas Bouchard, the Saloon Owner, holding the hand of a young, blonde boy Matilda assumed was her son.
Allie quickly introduced Matilda to Mrs Thornton and outlined what she had been going to ask.
"It's lovely to meet you, Miss Harris, and Allie is right; it would be wonderful for you to come and speak to the children." Elizabeth Thornton smiled at her "in fact, the timing couldn't be better. I am about to teach the children how our Country fought alongside other countries, such as Australia, during the War. It is meant to tie in with our Thanksgiving celebration where we will remember those who fought so bravely, especially those who didn't make it home."
Nathan glanced at Matilda, watching as her bright smile dulled a little. He couldn't imagine what she had gone through, but as a nurse, he was sure she had seen more than her share of wounded and dying men. Elizabeth obviously didn't think of Matilda as someone who had served her Country and possibly wouldn't have mentioned the topic if she had. Although, who knew what Elizabeth would or wouldn't do anymore? She certainly hadn't been acting differently the last few months, especially since she began courting and became engaged to Lucas Bouchard. The Elizabeth Thornton, who cared more about others than herself, had disappeared, and Nathan wasn't sure he liked the person left behind.
"I'm sure Allie and her friends will learn a lot from that lesson," Nathan said mildly. "Now, if I could only teach them that sleepovers should include sleeping." Mrs Thornton, Matilda, and Allie laughed at his statement, and he saw the look of gratitude Matilda flashed him for the diversion.
"Now, where would be the fun in that," Elizabeth laughed. "Anyway, we should find a seat and order dinner. I don't want to keep Jack out too late." Elizabeth smiled down at the young boy and tugged gently on his hand. "Say goodbye, Jack."
"Bye Allie, Bye Nathan, Bye Lady," he said, causing more laughter amongst the adults.
"Okay, Allie, now that you have arranged for Miss Harris to answer all your questions, you should let her be for tonight. Miss Harris has hardly been able to eat because she has been answering all your questions for you."
Nathan's admonishment of Allie, while gentle, still made the young girl look sheepish before she apologised.
"I'm sorry, but you are the most …exotic person I have ever met."
"Exotic, well, that's a new one; I believe that is the first and last time anyone will use that word to describe me," Matilda said, laughing. "And, Nathan, I really don't mind. I miss home, so talking about it has made me feel less homesick."
"Well, if you're sure, I have some questions for you," Nathan said.
"Ask away," Matilda offered, sitting back in her chair. "Actually, wait, maybe I should order dessert if we are going to be here a little longer."
The three of them enjoyed the dessert Abigail brought to their table, chatting for a few minutes with the Café owner, who was also the Town Mayor. Abigail was delighted with Matilda; she had such a bubbly personality and was genuinely interested to hear from Abigail about being a female Mayor in a Town like Hope Valley. Before leaving them, Abigail secured a promise from Matilda to join her for breakfast the following morning; one Matilda had been happy to accept.
Nathan, Matilda and Allie sat talking over dessert, Matilda answering both Nathan and Allie's questions. Allie and Nathan's initial questions had been easy to answer and had them all laughing, especially when Matilda described the native Kangaroos to Allie. Nathan was almost positive Matilda was exaggerating, but then again, maybe not. Either way, she had both he and Allie in stitches recounting their antics.
Matilda was surprised to find she had many things in common with Allie Grant. Allie was essentially an Orphan; her mother had passed, and her Father was nowhere to be seen. Her Uncle had adopted her, and she considered him her Father. Matilda was an Orphan, too; her parents had been killed in a tragic accident when she was little more than a teenager. Her older brother had raised her until…until he had died of injuries sustained in the War. James had been wounded in battle and sent home to Australia to recover.
James had never been the same after his injury, and eventually, he succumbed to the depression caused by his inability to recover physically. The ranch hands believed his death was an accident, but Matilda wasn't so sure. Matilda hadn't been able to make it home to see him before he died, relying on sporadic letters to update her on his progress. Once the War was over, she tracked down the medical staff who had treated him. From her correspondence with them, she had been able to piece together James' final months and was heartbroken she hadn't been there for him. She would always wonder if the outcome would have been the same if she had been home, caring for him as he had always cared for her.
Nathan sensed the questions Allie was asking about Matilda's family had brought up painful memories. She continued to answer Allie's questions, but something about her eyes and smile told him she wasn't giving them the whole story. Nothing deceitful, he decided, something that made her sad. He didn't like seeing Matilda's eyes clouded by grief.
"All right, Allie. This really is the last question for Miss Harris. She has been travelling today, and I am sure she would appreciate getting some rest," Nathan said, smiling at Matilda.
"Are you planning on going back to Australia?" Allie asked. "Or have you decided to find another place to call home?"
"Wow, that's a hard question to answer, Allie," Matilda exclaimed. "Let's just say, for now, there is nothing I have to rush home for, and I am enjoying seeing new places and meeting new people." Matilda didn't elaborate, but she had sold the farm, including all the animals to a neighbour. She couldn't face going there again, not when everyone she cared about was gone.
"So, you don't want to settle in one place again?" Nathan asked, frowning, wondering why her answer left him feeling unsettled.
"Oh no, I do want to. I just haven't found the place that calls to me yet?"
"Maybe you have now; it could be Hope Valley," Allie suggested, excited at the thought.
"It could be, Allie. Hope Valley has a lot to offer."
Part 2
Matilda woke early, the sun streaming through her window surprising her. As she lay there, she remembered she wasn't at the Saloon anymore. She was waking up for the first time in her new home in Hope Valley; the little flat Dr Faith Shepherd had vacated. Faith had recently moved into one of the vacant row houses with her husband, Dr Carson Shepherd. Matilda didn't know the whole story of their relationship, but it seemed his return had been unexpected, and their quick wedding surprised everyone.
She had met Faith her first week in Town and, within days, was working with her in the Clinic. Faith had been eager to have her assistance, having worked alone since Carson had left for a surgical residency. Matilda was pleased to be working again; she loved being a nurse and was glad she was using her general nursing skills, not the trauma ones she had perfected during the War. She was pleased that both Dr Shepherds wanted her to continue working with them and treating sore throats, bumps and scrapes, and the occasional broken bone or pregnant woman was a welcome relief from what she had seen most recently.
Matilda was a favourite amongst the children in Hope Valley after she visited the schoolhouse. She spent the whole day with the students, answering all their questions and describing the parts of Australia she had visited. Between her accent and her stories, the children couldn't get enough of her, begging her to come back again. Each time she saw the students in the street, they followed her around, asking for more stories. Nathan had nick-named her the Pied-Piper the first time he had seen them following her.
Matilda was starting to feel at home in Hope Valley, so much so that it would be hard to leave when the time came. If the time came. As she lay in her comfortable bed, she realised she felt guilty about what happened with Mabel's final letter to her parents. She needed to be there to answer any questions from John and Sarah, to know they had forgiven their daughter, who had loved them so much. She couldn't leave Hope Valley until they had read the letter.
Sighing as she stretched, Matilda knew she would have to get out of bed. She was due at the Infirmary today and wanted breakfast beforehand. She intended to go to the Café, and if she happened to run into a handsome Constable while there, well…she wouldn't be at all upset.
Matilda was pleased Allie had taken it upon herself to arrange many meetings and outings involving the three of them. She smiled, remembering the ride the three had taken the previous weekend. Nathan was on Newton; she was on Hunter and Allie rode Belle, a horse on loan from the livery. Allie was becoming a competent rider, learning a lot from her Father and Matilda, who felt like she was born riding a horse.
Matilda was always happy to share stories of her childhood with Nathan and Allie, describing her hometown and Country. When the questions got too close to difficult subjects, Matilda clammed up. Talking about her service during the War and her older brother's death were topics she wouldn't discuss, and she was glad Nathan and Allie respected that. Matilda knew Nathan was worried about Allie getting too close to her if she wasn't going to stay in Hope Valley. He had explained a situation they had been in a little while ago, which had hurt Allie deeply.
Allie had her heart broken by Elizabeth Thornton when she chose to pursue a relationship with Lucas Bouchard instead of Nathan. It had taken her months to forgive Elizabeth for what she considered her betrayal, and even now, their relationship wasn't the same. At least Allie had stopped picturing them as a family and considered Elizabeth just her Teacher again.
Matilda knew Nathan didn't want Allie to get hurt again. He didn't want to risk his own heart either. One night, as he walked her home from one of their outings, he explained to her about Elizabeth and how she had listened to his declaration of love and ran away. He didn't understand how he could have been so wrong about her feelings for him, how he could have misinterpreted her looking for her dead husband in him for love. He had never truly believed her explanation for why she couldn't be with him, which haunted him, and prevented him from moving on.
Frowning as he hurried toward the Cafe, Nathan shook his head quickly, dispelling thoughts about the paperwork piling up on his desk, admitting he was worried about being late for breakfast at Abigail's and missing Matilda. He knew Allie had noticed how quickly he dressed and rushed from the house and couldn't ignore her not-so-subtle comments about the amount of time he spent making sure his Serge was wrinkle-free for the 'Town'.
He smiled, remembering her conversation at dinner the previous night, where she wondered how to make older people admit they 'like-liked' each other. Nathan thought he had done well to ignore her questions.
Nathan looked up and saw Abigail walking from the kitchen carrying a tray. "Can I take that from you, Abigail?"
"Thank you, Nathan, but I've got it," She said, smiling at him. "Grab a table we are almost full, and I will come and take your order."
"So, you expect more people this morning?" he asked. Groaning, he wondered what he was saying; that didn't even make sense. He wondered if Abigail could see through him.
"I hope so, Nathan; I always need the business," Abigail replied, grinning.
"I suggest you grab the table in the corner; it's the one Matilda likes to sit at."
Nathan blushed and had his answer; he was as transparent as he feared.
Placing the cup of strong, black coffee before him, Abigail asked, "Do you know what Matilda's long-term plans are, Nathan? I sense Matilda is still deciding what she is going to do."
Nathan knew of Matilda's concerns about the McDonald's and that she wanted to see the matter resolved before deciding what to do. He wondered if he could help with her decision without putting too much pressure on her. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not sure, but you're right; there are some things she still needs to work out."
The bell above the door of the Café trilled, indicating a customer, and as Nathan and Abigail looked over, Matilda stepped inside. Abigail watched the two of them, wondering if they knew their faces lit up at the sight of each other and that the electricity in the room was unmistakable. She was glad for Nathan; he deserved to find someone unafraid to love him and appreciate all he could give.
"Matilda, why don't you sit with Nathan? I'll bring you some coffee."
Matilda smiled at Abigail, quickly following up on her suggestion. She was always pleased to see Nathan, whether their time together was planned or accidental. Matilda knew she shouldn't be spending so much time with him and Allie, especially if she wasn't sure if she was staying. As much as she tried, she couldn't keep away from the two of them. Her heart raced whenever she thought of him, and butterflies exploded in her stomach whenever she was near him. She had never felt anything like this before. Nathan jumped up to pull out her chair, and as she sat, he smiled at her, and her stomach flipped; she could smell his aftershave, a spicy fresh smell that suited him perfectly.
"Good Morning, Nathan. How are you?" Matilda asked, clearing her throat, so her voice lost its breathiness. She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment; if only his eyes weren't so mesmerising, she thought.
"I'm well." Nathan hesitated, then taking a breath, he decided it was time to take a risk. "I'm glad I got to see you this morning; I came deliberately, hoping I would." His honesty was rewarded by a brilliant smile from Matilda, which gave him the courage to ask, "would you like to have dinner with me?"
"Dinner, as in a date?" Matilda asked, "just the two of us?" Her heart was pounding so loudly that she was surprised everyone couldn't hear it. Until he had asked, she didn't know how much she truly wanted to go on a date with Nathan Grant.
"Here you are," Abigail said, placing the cup before Matilda. The moment she spoke, she realised she had interrupted something and quickly stepped back from the table, heading toward the kitchen, eyes twinkling and a giant smile on her face.
Matilda blinked; she hadn't even heard Abigail approaching! Grinning at Nathan, whose startled expression matched her own, she simply said, "yes," before picking up her cup and taking a sip.
Her reply earned her another one of Nathan's beautiful smiles, and he slid his hand across and lightly touched the back of her other hand. "I'll see you later to talk about the details."
When he ran into Allie on her way to School and told her he asked Matilda out, her squeal of delight almost deafened him, her hug almost knocking him off his feet. He assumed her reaction meant she was pleased he had finally asked Matilda out, and as he walked toward the Mountie office to start his day, he felt on top of the world.
"Someone's in a good mood," Carson commented to Faith as he watched Matilda floating around the surgery, stacking medicines onto shelves, and tidying up.
"I think it has more to do with her breakfast date than folding bed sheets and towels," Faith said, laughing.
"Did you say something to me?" Matilda asked, bewildered. She had been oblivious to Carson and Faith's words; however, when she saw them, both staring at her, she realised she had missed something.
"I was wondering what put you in such a good mood?" Carson told her, "Faith seems to think it was something about breakfast with a certain someone."
"He asked me on a date, I can't believe how nervous I am."
You can't be serious? The date will work out fine; this might be your first official date, but you two have already spent a lot of time together, and a person only has to look at the two of you to know there is something special there." Faith knew she was right. She and Carson had seen the two of them together more than most. Nathan found many excuses to call into the Infirmary since Matilda started working there, and he had volunteered to help her move into Faith's old place. Nathan might think no one noticed, but Faith saw the wildflowers that appeared at the flat on the day of the move, and they weren't from Carson.
Matilda was glad her two friends let the matter drop; she wouldn't be able to concentrate on her job if they kept talking about it. Selfishly, she didn't want to share the information about her date with anyone else; for once, in as long as she could remember, she didn't want to be practical and clinical. Matilda wanted to stop thinking about death and violence and focus on something sweet and romantic. She wanted to dream about falling in love with Nathan Grant and imagine what sharing a life with him, and Allie in Hope Valley would look like.
If, in the end, nothing came of her relationship except friendship, that would be okay too. Knowing she had his support and loyalty as a friend and just being around Nathan was better than not knowing him at all.
When Matilda saw the familiar red of Nathan's Serge as he walked through the door that afternoon, she was glad there was a lull in patients. Faith and Carson had gone out to have lunch, so for now, they were alone. When Nathan stood before her, hat in one hand, the other behind his back, smiling his crooked smile, Matilda felt shy, something she hadn't experienced before around him.
"Nathan, hi. How is your day so far?" Matilda asked.
"Better for seeing you," he said honestly as he brought his hand forward and presented her with a beautiful bunch of wildflowers.
"Oh, Nathan, they're beautiful, thank you," she said, burying her face in them for a moment.
As Matilda searched for a vase to use, they chatted about their days, and Nathan mentioned their date, suggesting they spend Saturday evening together. Unfortunately, he still needed to think of an appropriate location. The Saloon and the Café were too public for a first date, and he didn't want him and Matilda to become the topic of conversation in their small Town.
"I really don't mind where we go, Nathan. I am just happy to be having dinner with you."
"I will think of something suitable between now and then."
"Okay," she said, smiling. "So, tell me more about your trip to Brookfield; when are you leaving, and when will you be back?"
Nathan filled Matilda in on the details of his upcoming mission, assuring her he would be back in time for their dinner.
"Is it dangerous?" Matilda asked, frowning. She knew that as a Mountie, Nathan faced potential danger every day, but this mission of transferring prisoners from Brookfield to Hope Valley for trial seemed more fraught with danger than his routine tasks.
"No, it's a well-planned mission, and Gabe Kinslow, the Brookfield Mountie who planned it, is one of the best. I trust him with my life and have many times before."
"Well, I'll still worry until you get back, and I see for myself you're safe." Matilda smiled at him.
BOOM!
A gunshot reverberated through the hills surrounding Gabe, Nathan, and their group as they travelled through a narrow passage on their way to Hope Valley. In the tight path between hills, the sound was deafening.
"Gabe?" Nathan called out, "Report," as he swung around, trying to determine the direction of the shot, looking for cover for them and their prisoner. "Collins! Wright! Report."
"Nathan," Gabe called through gritted teeth as he tried to hide the pain in his voice. "I'm hit in the arm, nothing life-threatening."
"Get behind the rocks; Gabe, the shooter, is over there," he indicated a high point on the track, overlooking where they rode; they were sitting ducks if they stayed where they were. Nathan called out instructions to Collins and Wright, his fellow Mounties, glad they escaped injury; only Gabe was hurt, and that's how he wanted to keep it.
"What are you going to do?" Gabe cried as he manoeuvred Apollo with his good arm, hurrying to get behind the outcrop Nathan indicated. "You all come too."
"We need to take out the Shooter; I am not letting Tattersall get away from us, the man is dangerous, and one of his gang just shot a Mountie." Nathan's face was set in grim lines, his voice harsh with anger. "Collins, Wright, you two are with Gabe, do not let Tattersall out of your sight."
"Nathan. Think of Allie; All of you get back here with me …" Gabe called to Nathan, pausing to see if he would come.
Another shot rang out; this time, Gabe saw the flash of fire from the barrel of the rifle before he felt the bullet penetrate his shoulder. He grunted in pain as he felt hot blood flow down his neck and arm. The force of the bullet flung him sideways into the arms of his colleague, Wright.
Nathan urged Newton forward, getting them out of the firing line.
"Gabe! Gabe," Nathan called. "No," he cried when there was no response from his friend. Calling out to the young Mountie closest to him, he said, "Collins, take Tattersall and stay here, do not let him move." Nathan crept forward slowly, trying to determine if the shooter was in the same position as when he fired last. He believed he could take him out if he could get confirmation of the shooter's location.
He glanced over at Gabe lying beside Wright; the young Mountie was pressing a cloth down on Gabe's shoulder, trying to stem the blood flowing from the wound.
Nathan leaned forward slowly, aiming his weapon toward the location of the last shot. He waited. Nathan was patient, despite the urgency of getting treatment for Gabe. If they continued, more of them could be injured, and he couldn't take that risk; besides, Gabe wouldn't allow him to place others in danger to get him help.
Tattersall broke the silence, calling the shooter to hurry up and rescue him. Nathan was glad he did; his shouts and entreaties caused the shooter to move, and he lifted his head above the outcrop he was hiding behind. Nathan was ready and took the shot, watching as his bullet hit the mark and the man fell, rolling down the hill, coming to rest, dead still, alongside the roadway. Nathan didn't need to get close to him to know there was no help for him. His shot had been precise and deadly.
Nathan waited, his ears straining as he listened for the sound of anyone else waiting to help Tattersall. He didn't think there would be anyone else out there, they had captured all but one of the gang members, a man named Francis, and now he lay dead. The other gang members were still awaiting transfer in Brookfield, so they were in no danger from them.
Satisfied the danger had been eliminated, Nathan started directing his fellow Mounties; they needed to get Gabe to Hope Valley for treatment. He guessed they were closer to Brookfield but not by much, and Hope Valley had Carson, Faith and Matilda. Gabe needed the medical expertise Hope Valley could provide, so they would travel there. Riding as fast as he dared to ensure they didn't cause further injury to Gabe, and Tattersall didn't escape, they made their way to Town. As they got closer to his Hope Valley, he sent Wright on ahead to ensure the Infirmary was ready for them when they arrived. He checked on Gabe; Collins was holding him in the saddle. His friend's face was white from shock and blood loss. He was barely conscious, but the bullet hadn't hit anything vital from what he could see.
Matilda looked up as the door to the Infirmary was thrown open, and a Mountie she didn't recognise stood panting in the doorway. She jumped up and ran to him, drawing him inside and calling for Carson and Faith. Looking past him out the door she saw his horse standing, loosely tied out the front. The Mountie appeared alone, but she was sure he was part of Nathan's mission. Her heart was pounding; luckily, her hands were steady.
"What's your name, Constable?"
"Wright, Maam."
"How far behind are the others?" she demanded. "How many casualties."
"Minutes. One," he replied, his eyes wide with fear and shock.
"Injuries? Where?" Matilda asked sharply, knowing that short, direct questions were best.
"Two bullets, arm and shoulder."
Matilda wanted to ask who, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth; she wasn't sure if she would be able to do her job, do what she needed to if she knew it was Nathan who was hurt. It couldn't be him, she told herself; it couldn't be.
Carson and Faith rushed in and started preparing the Infirmary for surgery based on their information. They could always make changes if needed, but at least they would be ready for what they knew.
Outside the Infirmary, a crowd had started to gather; the Townspeople had seen the unknown Mountie galloping into Town, bursting into the Infirmary, and knew it was serious. Their voices were hushed; everyone knew Nathan was out of Town on a mission, but no one knew where he was or if he was the one hurt.
Hope Valley may have taken a little time to warm to Nathan after losing their beloved Mountie Jack Thornton, Elizabeth's husband, but he and Allie were now firmly entrenched in their hearts. Hope Valley rallied around its own.
Matilda handed Faith the last set of instruments when she heard Allie calling out. Tears welled in her eyes as she listened to the pain and fear in the young girl's voice.
"Where's my Dad? Let go of me; let me through!" Allie's voice broke as her tears flowed; she couldn't hold them back anymore. She could sense people around her, people who cared about her…Opal, Anna, Robert, Mrs Thornton. She broke away from them and bounded up the stairs flying into the Infirmary, looking around wildly, confused when there was nothing to see.
"Allie, you shouldn't be here; we need to be able to work." Matilda kept her voice low and calm, trying to stop the panic that was close to bubbling over. Looking after Allie was helping her retain her own sanity.
"Is it my Dad?"
"I don't know; I hope not; we're still waiting for them to arrive." Matilda took Allie's arm and led her to a chair out the back, away from the treatment room. "If it is, he will receive the best of care. Faith and Carson will do everything they can for whoever is injured."
"Matilda…I can't lose him too." Allie implored, tears spilling over her cheeks. She gripped Matilda's hands tightly, "please."
Matilda didn't say a word, just reached for the young girl, wrapping her arms around her, holding her close, and letting her cry. Matilda smoothed down Allie's hair, murmuring assurances in her ear. Comforting Allie helped calm her down, too; she let a single tear fall before collecting herself. She needed to hold it together and remember everything she had ever learned about how to treat gunshot wounds. Whoever was injured needed her expertise. Once, she had wanted to forget everything the War had taught her, but now, if she had to go through it all again to help the injured Mountie, she would do it.
The Infirmary door opened, and Nathan strode inside. He was alert, focused, and angry, so angry. One arm was wrapped around Gabe, supporting him with the help of Mountie Collins, and when he saw Faith and Carson, he immediately briefed them on his injuries. He described what he knew of Gabe's condition, including what they had done to treat him. When Gabe was settled on the bed, Faith and Carson ushered him out, and he finally let himself breathe.
Bill had followed him inside and had taken charge of Collins and Wright, leading them back to the Mountie office, nodding at Nathan. Nathan knew Bill would expect him to come, but not yet. There were things he needed to do. He had to find Allie.
Nathan heard a sob behind him; recognising it was Allie, he spun around to look for her. Allie was standing in Matilda's arms, and he went to his daughter, embracing her, holding her tightly in his arms.
"It's okay, Allie. I'm okay. It's fine. It's okay." Nathan repeated the words over and over, whispering them against her hair, kissing the top of her head. He could feel her shaking in his arms and hated his job was the cause of her distress. His gaze drifted around, and his eyes found Matilda's. Without letting go of Allie, he invited her to take his hand.
Matilda drank in the sight of Nathan. He was okay; he wasn't hurt. When he held his hand out to her, she took it, grateful for his touch. She lifted their joined hands, holding them briefly against her cheek.
"I'm glad you're okay. Can you tell me what happened?"
"Not here," he said, indicating Allie.
Nodding, Matilda rubbed her hand up and down Allie's back. "I need to check if they need me. Do you need anything?" When Nathan smiled down at Allie, then back at her, shaking his head, she nodded and went to see if Carson or Faith needed help.
The surgery to remove the bullets and repair the damage to Gabe's arm and shoulder took forever. Carson and Faith used all their combined skills and knowledge, but the outcome would have been very different without Matilda's experience of gunshot wounds gained during the War.
Carson and Faith welcomed her input, acknowledging she was the most experienced in repairing that type of injury.
When things had taken a turn for the worst, and there was a chance Gabe wouldn't make it, the Doctors turned to her for advice, and following her directions; they saved his life. When the surgery was over, Carson and Faith were optimistic Gabe would recover fully without long-term limitations.
Matilda had been grateful when Faith suggested she go home and get some sleep, that she and Carson would take the initial night shift and then they could work out a roster for ongoing monitoring. Matilda slowly gathered her things; she was desperate to be away from the Infirmary and the blood-stained bandages and instruments, but she couldn't make her legs move; they were shaking too much.
Matilda stood rooted to the spot, her mouth dry and her chest tight; she could feel her stomach churning as she broke out in a sweat. From far away, she heard someone call her name but couldn't respond; she couldn't force the words out of her mouth; her throat was too tight.
"Matilda?"
"Matilda!" Nathan called before stepping in front of her and lifting her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Are you okay?"
Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at Nathan; she hated anyone to see her like this, especially him. She opened her mouth again to speak, but instead of words, a sob escaped.
Nathan drew her against his chest and held her. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, bringing warmth back into her body. As he had done with Allie, he made soothing sounds and whispered words of comfort over and over until he felt her body sag against him.
Matilda should have felt embarrassed; she had in the past when these episodes came on, but standing in Nathan's arms, all she felt was safe. She had hoped she was over these attacks; it had been a while since she had one. It was because of Gabe and his injuries; it brought back memories of other injuries she had seen and treated. It brought back the same sense of helplessness when, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't save everyone.
"Let me take you home," Nathan whispered.
"What about Allie? Where is she? Is she okay?"
"She's fine; she's with Opal." Nathan wrapped his arm around her waist, "come, let me help you."
Matilda let him walk her home. She knew Nathan had seen many things himself, people hurt and maimed and had been powerless to save them; Nathan understood what she was going through, and that's why she allowed herself to lean on him for support.
"I'm sorry," Matilda stammered as they reached her flat, and she stood leaning back against the front door.
"No. Don't be sorry, ever. We don't have to talk tonight, you're exhausted, but I am here for you, always.
Nathan kissed her forehead and felt Matilda's arms slide around him as she hugged him briefly.
"Thank you, Nathan," she whispered before softly kissing his lips, stepping out of his arms, and going inside her flat.
Nathan stood outside, waiting to see the light go on inside. When he knew she was safe, he turned and walked away. Strolling back to the Mountie office, he touched his mouth lightly; he could still feel where her lips had touched his. He smiled, thinking that the next time he saw Matilda and she felt better, the kiss wouldn't be as short but would be as sweet.
Part 3
October 1921
Gabe's surgery was successful, as predicted, but his spirits were low when he woke. Matilda spent time with Gabe, caring for his wounds and trying to lift his spirits. Despite her best efforts, nothing seemed to work. She had started to doubt her bedside manner and nursing skills until a red-headed whirlwind arrived from Brookfield, and Gabe's mood lifted instantly.
Matilda stood at the end of his bed, trying not to laugh as Lillian, Gabe's fiancé from Brookfield, fussed over him, chiding him on ending up in the hospital; for not being careful enough with himself and worrying her.
When Carson and Faith arrived back, Matilda knew Gabe was in skilful hands, so she decided to go to the Café for breakfast and then for a walk to stretch her legs before getting some sleep.
Stepping out of the Infirmary, Matilda was met with curious glances from the Townspeople who saw her. She smiled to reassure them everything was going well and walked toward Abigail's, hoping she wasn't too late for coffee and food.
Nathan sat at his desk in the Mountie office, trying to ignore Tattersall, who was locked in the jail cell opposite him. Tattersall had barely stopped talking since they locked him up, trying to convince Nathan he hadn't planned Gabe's shooting and shouldn't be held responsible. Nathan didn't care what he said; the man who shot Gabe was Tattersall's accomplice, and it was up to a Judge to decide if he was guilty.
Bill walked through the door, looked at the tight set of Nathan's lips, and paused, listening as Tattersall started up again, this time talking to him.
"Quiet," Bill snapped, his tone menacing. "We aren't interested in what you have to say."
Tattersall listened to Bill; throwing himself on the sparse cot in the cell, he turned so his back was to them and didn't say another word.
Nathan rolled his eyes and mouthed, 'thank you' to Bill.
"Why don't you get out of here and take a break? I've got this." Bill knew Nathan was blaming himself for what happened to Gabe, and sitting, listening to Tattersall profess his innocence, would drive him mad.
"Thanks, Bill. I'll do that; I want to check on Allie and Gabe."
"Eat first," Bill called after Nathan as he walked out of the office, knowing he probably wouldn't listen to him.
Nathan didn't get very far before Allie found him. She had been on her way to see him at the Jail, to check on him and invite him for breakfast. Nathan quickly hugged her and let her lead him to Abigail's. He wasn't sure if he could eat; his stomach still churned when remembering what happened, but he would try for his daughter.
Abigail had invited Matilda to sit with her in the kitchen; while the patrons of the café meant well, she was worried they would all want an update, disturbing Matilda so she wouldn't be able to eat. When she spotted Nathan and Allie arrive, she knew the same thing would happen to them, so she hurried them back behind the curtain separating the kitchen from the Café.
Allie was delighted to see Matilda seated on the dining table bench and rushed to hug her. Nathan approached her more cautiously, wondering what his reception would be. He hadn't seen her alone since he walked her home, and she kissed him in gratitude.
They hadn't been on their first date, and he was worried her feelings may not be as deep as his. Matilda had agreed to a date with him, but that didn't mean she was on the same page. He didn't even know if she was staying in Hope Valley. Nathan had planned to protect his heart until he knew her intentions, but now it was too late. Life could be fleeting, and Nathan didn't want to play it safe or take things slowly. Glancing between Allie and Abigail, he knew now wasn't the time to ask her about it.
Matilda's heart skipped when she saw Nathan, standing hesitantly in the doorway. She could see he was tired; he had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was slightly dishevelled, and his jaw held the slight shadow of stubble. Was he hesitating in the doorway because he was upset, she was there or was it something else? It had felt right to be with him and Allie in the Infirmary and to kiss him when he walked her home. Now the danger was over, and they knew Gabe would be okay; she wasn't sure what would happen next, or if she had been right about the depth of Nathan's feelings for her.
Matilda didn't know what to say to Nathan but decided she could show him how she felt. When Allie went to talk to Abigail at the stove, she slid across the bench, inviting him to sit beside her. She was rewarded with a broad smile, and he approached quickly, throwing his hat on the table and sitting beside her. She felt the brush of his thigh against her own as he settled on the bench, and then he took her hand under the table and squeezed.
Matilda heard Nathan sigh and smiled at him, glad to see he was grinning back. It was going to be okay.
"This is not how I imagined our first date," Nathan said, laughing lightly. "I'm sorry this is how it worked out."
"It's perfect, exactly what I imagined," Matilda replied as he pushed her chair in for her.
"You imagined a lunch date in the Mountie office with food I prepared? he teased. "What about dinner, candlelight and dancing?"
"I hear there will be dancing tonight at the Thanksgiving celebration; I can wait until then if you promise to dance with me."
"Of course, although you might regret that promise when I step on your toes," Nathan joked, pleased when she laughed. Growing serious, he thought about the evening ahead, concerned for Matilda. "Are you sure you want to attend? I know it's hard for you to remember what you saw during the War and treating Gabe's injury brought it back. No one would think less of you if you didn't go."
"I know, but since everyone knows about my nursing experience in the war and that I served with Mabel, I owe it to her to be there and honour her, especially since her parents still refuse to come."
"The article Rosemary wrote for the Valley Voice helped people understand what it was like for everyone, especially you and Mabel. I'm glad you agreed to share your story with her."
Matilda smiled, thinking of Rosemary Coulter and her family, especially her daughter Lillian. Rosemary was one of the most energetic women she had ever met; when she entered a room, it lit up. Lillian took after her mother. Rosemary had begged her to tell her story, to let her run a feature in the Valley Voice, the local paper, and had finally worn Matilda down. Matilda had been pleased Rosemary agreed specific topics were off-limits for discussion. It was a deal breaker for the story, but Matilda didn't care; there were some topics she couldn't and wouldn't discuss.
After lunch Nathan escorted Matilda home so she could get ready for the Thanksgiving celebration. Allie was dressing at her friend Opal's, so he didn't have to worry about her last-minute panic over hairstyles. He was good at day-to-day hairstyling but knew he was out of his depth trying to do his teenage daughter's hair for a dance.
A knock on the door startled Matilda; looking at her watch, she realised Nathan was early...very early. Her smile as she opened the door quickly turned to a frown; it wasn't Nathan standing on her doorstep.
"Mr McDonald, is everything alright? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here because of this?" he said, showing her a copy of the Valley Voice. The page was turned so the picture of her and Mabel in their nursing uniforms faced out.
"I'm sorry if the article upset you." Matilda had reached out to the McDonald's before speaking to Rosemary, but they hadn't responded. She had known the article might upset them, but Hope Valley needed to understand how brave Mabel had been, that she deserved their gratitude. "People should know about Mabel, how many people she helped, the sacrifice she made for her country."
As she waited for John McDonald to speak, he was joined by his wife. Matilda could see she had been crying, and her heart broke for Mabel's parents.
"Would you like to come in?" Matilda asked gently, standing aside and opening the door wider.
The couple entered her neat, tidy little flat without a word and stood awkwardly. Matilda invited them to sit down, but they refused, saying they wouldn't stay long enough.
"I meant what I said, I am sorry if the article upset you, but I won't apologise." Matilda lifted her chin defiantly, despite shaking on the inside.
"We didn't come here for an apology. We came about this," John McDonald said, thrusting Mabel's letter at her.
Matilda's heart sank. Had Mabel wasted the last of her strength writing to two people who didn't care enough about her to read her final thoughts?
Had they even read it?
Sarah McDonald stepped forward and spoke for the first time, her voice low and cracking, "thank you for bringing this to us, for telling Mabel's story, we wanted to tell you we will be at the Thanksgiving dinner."
Matilda stood staring at them, shocked at the unexpected turn of events.
"You'll be there tonight?"
Sarah nodded as she shook her head. "We let our fear of losing our only daughter harden our hearts, and we pushed her away. We pushed everyone else away, too until we had nothing left. We lost Mabel, and I don't know how to forgive myself that she died thinking we didn't love her.
"No," Matilda cried. "Mabel understood; she knew you were afraid; there was nothing to forgive. She would be here with you, home in Hope Valley, if she could."
John McDonald's reserve broke and the tears he had been holding back streaked down his face. Sarah wrapped her arms around her husband and cried with him. Matilda stood watching, her tears falling as she rested her hand on Sarah's back; this was the first step to healing. Nathan found the three of them that way when he arrived. He smiled at the McDonalds and then hugged Matilda, giving her what comfort he could.
"Excuse me, everyone. Can I get your attention, please?" Thanksgiving dinner was over, and the residents of Hope Valley now sat around, lingering over dessert, waiting for the dancing to commence. In her role as Mayor, Abigail stood on the temporary stage in the Saloon, tapping her glass to call the room to order.
As the chatter in the room slowed and then stopped, Abigail smiled at everyone.
"Thank you for being here to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. I know we have many things to be thankful for in Hope Valley, and we give thanks every day, not just this day. I appreciate Rosemary for creating our Gratitude board and you for writing down what you are thankful for and sharing them with each other."
Abigail pointed to the 'Gratitude Board,' the large, wooden stand Rosemary's husband Lee had made, which was now covered in pieces of paper. Hope Valley residents spent the week leading up to Thanksgiving writing down what they were grateful for and placing these on the board. There was hardly a space left uncovered.
"Thanksgiving 1921, as you know, is a special one. Not only are we gathering to show our gratitude for our many blessings, but today is also Armistice Day, a day to honour the fallen. Today we show gratitude to those who gave the greatest sacrifice, their lives, to defend our Country and protect its people. Today we recognise the courage and sacrifice of those who gave their lives so we would have the freedom to live our lives in peace."
The mood was sombre as Abigail spoke, with those listening bowing their heads in reflection and respect.
"I would like to talk about one of Hope Valley's own now, someone who gave her life, for our freedom, Miss Mabel McDonald. Mabel was a nurse who served our Country in the War by tending to the wounded and the sick, working tirelessly and selflessly to restore them to health so they could return to their loved ones. Without her skill and unstinting devotion, many more families would have felt the loss of their fathers, sons, and brothers. Our Country owes a great debt to Mabel and her fellow health professionals who fought their own fight next to our soldiers, doing what they could to bring peace to the injured and lame."
Abigail looked at John and Sarah McDonald sitting in the corner of the room, arms wrapped around each other, tears flowing silently.
"Thank you for raising a woman brave enough to lay down her life for others, who fought to keep others alive." Abigail looked to Matilda and Nathan and smiled, "thank you to all who make a similar sacrifice. We will always remember and honour you."
Nathan led Matilda to the dance floor, glad of the excuse to hold her in his arms. It had been an emotional night for everyone, but especially for Matilda.
"So, now the McDonald's have started on the path to healing, will you leave Hope Valley?"
"I don't think so. Australia is my home Country, but there is no one there to draw me back. Hope Valley has started to feel like home now." Matilda didn't look at Nathan; her cheeks were burning with her admission. They had one date, only that day, and they hadn't talked about whether they had a future. Was she being too forward?
"I'm glad," Nathan whispered. "I hope Allie and I are starting to feel like home too, like family."
Matilda's eyes shot to his and she saw his feelings for her clear in his eyes and she smiled. "Yes," she said simply. "This feels like home."
Nathan held her closer, lowering his cheek to rest on top of her head. He made eye contact with Allie, who was grinning from ear to ear and smiled at her. Closing his eyes, he stopped worrying about their audience, not caring who saw them. He knew he had found someone who appreciated him as a man, and a friend, someone he could love, who would love him and Allie too. That was all they needed.
There was much to be thankful for this year, and in his future.