The Angel and the Cowboy
Rated:PG-13 By. Lt. GrayWolf
The evening sun hammered down on the stage that Rebecka was traveling in from Denver westward. The year was 1862. She recently left Colorado, where she had established a small medical practice from the house that she rented on the edge of town. Rebecka actually had more Cheyenne patients then town folks. That fact earned her the honorary title of medicine woman.
The stage came to an abrupt stop.
"Last stop for the evening." the stage driver announced to his lone passenger.
"Where would that be?" Rebecka asked.
"Would be Virginia City, ma'am. I don't drive my teams past candle light."
Virginia City, Rebecka thought. Now why does that sound familiar? Then she remembered. It was 1856, the year she had graduated from Geneva College in west central New York. That was when she met him. The tall, handsome man from the west. From Virginia City, to be exact. What was his name? Rebecka pushed her memory harder. Adam Cartwright, yes that was it.
The sounds of the small mining town invaded the stage windows brought her back to reality. Horses and their riders made reverberating noises throughout the town. Cowboys tipped their hats to the local ladies. Women of the evening called to the cowboys to buy them a drink. Even the town drunks seemed to mosey along.
Rebecka rose from her seat and shook the dust from her skirt. Her skirt was a plain color green, it was short waisted. The bodice fastened down the front with buttons. The collar was small and tight to the neck. The sleeves were long, wide and bellowing with the moderate bishop sleeve style. The material was layered all the way around and a wide belt with a large buckle for style. Her blonde hair was pulled back and confined by a decorative snood.
Outside, the sun was still bright enough for Rebecka to use her parasol. It blocked out some of the annoying evening glare.
"Careful with that trunk. It has some valuable equipment inside." she told the driver who unloaded her luggage. Where can I find a respectable hotel?"
"The best dive in Virginia City is directly across the street, ma'am." the driver answered.
"Now for a more difficult question. Where might I find a dependable gentleman to carry my trunk to the hotel for me?"
At that time an overwhelming crowd of men seemed to come out of nowhere pushing and shoving their way offering Rebecka their assistance. Then Rebecka's blue eyes met his. A handsome young cowboy in his early thirties caught her attention.
"May I help you, ma'am?" he asked politely.
"If you would be so very kind. That trunk over there." Rebecka pointed to the large trunk that the driver took off of the stage. "That needs to go to my room at the hotel."
"Consider it done, ma'am." Adam added.
Adam took the trunk and walked to the hotel with Rebecka following him.
"Man-alive, now don't that beat the Dutch?" the stage driver mentioned to a tall, slender man standing near by. "The pretty little filly just arrived in town and already has one of the biggest toads in the puddle doing her bidding."
At the hotel Adam set the trunk near the check-in desk. "Please have someone take this trunk to the ladies room." Adam told the man behind the counter.
"I'll get on it directly, Mr. Cartwright." Rebecka turned as she heard her benefactor's name.
Rebecka was embarrassed. "Adam Cartwright?"
"Yes, I'm Adam Cartwright. May I help you with something else, ma'am?"
"Mr. Cartwright thank you for helping me with my luggage. It's always a pleasure to meet a fine, young gentleman as yourself."
Adam tipped his hat to Rebecka, thanking her for the compliment. Rebecka wanted to ask Adam if he was the young man that she knew back east many years ago, but thought better of it.
Rebecka followed another man who was taking her luggage to her room. She glanced back and gave the handsome cowboy a smile.
CHAPTER 2
Adam returned the smile. Then he turned to the man behind the counter. "Sam, who is that pleasantly puzzling woman?" Adam asked.
Sam glanced at the register. "Adam, she registered as a Miss Rebecka Ashbury from Denver. Do you know the young lady, Adam?"
"Sam, do you really expect me to tell you if I do?" Both men laughed and Adam left the hotel and rode back to the Ponderosa. On the way he pondered Sam's question. The name seemed familiar from somewhere, but where? Adam couldn't remember. She was beautiful. Maybe if he thought on it for a while he would remember. At least he hoped that he would.
Rated:PG-13 By. Lt. GrayWolf
The evening sun hammered down on the stage that Rebecka was traveling in from Denver westward. The year was 1862. She recently left Colorado, where she had established a small medical practice from the house that she rented on the edge of town. Rebecka actually had more Cheyenne patients then town folks. That fact earned her the honorary title of medicine woman.
The stage came to an abrupt stop.
"Last stop for the evening." the stage driver announced to his lone passenger.
"Where would that be?" Rebecka asked.
"Would be Virginia City, ma'am. I don't drive my teams past candle light."
Virginia City, Rebecka thought. Now why does that sound familiar? Then she remembered. It was 1856, the year she had graduated from Geneva College in west central New York. That was when she met him. The tall, handsome man from the west. From Virginia City, to be exact. What was his name? Rebecka pushed her memory harder. Adam Cartwright, yes that was it.
The sounds of the small mining town invaded the stage windows brought her back to reality. Horses and their riders made reverberating noises throughout the town. Cowboys tipped their hats to the local ladies. Women of the evening called to the cowboys to buy them a drink. Even the town drunks seemed to mosey along.
Rebecka rose from her seat and shook the dust from her skirt. Her skirt was a plain color green, it was short waisted. The bodice fastened down the front with buttons. The collar was small and tight to the neck. The sleeves were long, wide and bellowing with the moderate bishop sleeve style. The material was layered all the way around and a wide belt with a large buckle for style. Her blonde hair was pulled back and confined by a decorative snood.
Outside, the sun was still bright enough for Rebecka to use her parasol. It blocked out some of the annoying evening glare.
"Careful with that trunk. It has some valuable equipment inside." she told the driver who unloaded her luggage. Where can I find a respectable hotel?"
"The best dive in Virginia City is directly across the street, ma'am." the driver answered.
"Now for a more difficult question. Where might I find a dependable gentleman to carry my trunk to the hotel for me?"
At that time an overwhelming crowd of men seemed to come out of nowhere pushing and shoving their way offering Rebecka their assistance. Then Rebecka's blue eyes met his. A handsome young cowboy in his early thirties caught her attention.
"May I help you, ma'am?" he asked politely.
"If you would be so very kind. That trunk over there." Rebecka pointed to the large trunk that the driver took off of the stage. "That needs to go to my room at the hotel."
"Consider it done, ma'am." Adam added.
Adam took the trunk and walked to the hotel with Rebecka following him.
"Man-alive, now don't that beat the Dutch?" the stage driver mentioned to a tall, slender man standing near by. "The pretty little filly just arrived in town and already has one of the biggest toads in the puddle doing her bidding."
At the hotel Adam set the trunk near the check-in desk. "Please have someone take this trunk to the ladies room." Adam told the man behind the counter.
"I'll get on it directly, Mr. Cartwright." Rebecka turned as she heard her benefactor's name.
Rebecka was embarrassed. "Adam Cartwright?"
"Yes, I'm Adam Cartwright. May I help you with something else, ma'am?"
"Mr. Cartwright thank you for helping me with my luggage. It's always a pleasure to meet a fine, young gentleman as yourself."
Adam tipped his hat to Rebecka, thanking her for the compliment. Rebecka wanted to ask Adam if he was the young man that she knew back east many years ago, but thought better of it.
Rebecka followed another man who was taking her luggage to her room. She glanced back and gave the handsome cowboy a smile.
CHAPTER 2
Adam returned the smile. Then he turned to the man behind the counter. "Sam, who is that pleasantly puzzling woman?" Adam asked.
Sam glanced at the register. "Adam, she registered as a Miss Rebecka Ashbury from Denver. Do you know the young lady, Adam?"
"Sam, do you really expect me to tell you if I do?" Both men laughed and Adam left the hotel and rode back to the Ponderosa. On the way he pondered Sam's question. The name seemed familiar from somewhere, but where? Adam couldn't remember. She was beautiful. Maybe if he thought on it for a while he would remember. At least he hoped that he would.