Chapter 8
Cimarron, Kansas
February 1866
When Kaylie left the Crossroads almost six years ago, she headed towards Kansas, hoping to reunite with Buck and Ike. Along the way, she took various jobs. Though she had a basic education she found it impossible to find work other than cleaning and during the war that had been even more challenging.
However, fate intervened during a heated argument with a shopkeeper in town. She found herself exasperated at the owner of the shop while trying to explain her capability to stock shelves and maintain the shop's tidiness. It was then, that the madam of the town's brothel overheard her. This chance encounter altered her course, leading her to employment at the Satin slipper.
Calliope had shown Kaylie a special kindness and respect that was rare in the older woman's demeanor. When she first laid eyes on the girl, Kaylie was just child, blossoming into womanhood. Dirty and starving she took the girl under her wing. She had been true to her word when she promised the young girl that as long as she kept the laundry done and rooms clean, she would always have a security at the brothel.
Even amidst the turmoil of war, when times grew increasingly difficult for everyone, Calliope remained a steadfast shield for Kaylie. She seemed to regard the younger woman as a reflection of her own former self, as if safeguarding the innocence that still resided within her.
The echoes of war had faded almost nine months ago, but the country still lay in shambles, grappling with the daunting task of rebuilding. Despite the passage of time, the scars of conflict lingered, serving as a stark reminder of the long and difficult road ahead.
Kaylie often wondered if Buck and Ike had fought in the war, and if so, which side they had fought for. She had written to Buck several times but hadn't received any replies, making her wonder if he had forgotten about her. Despite the worries, she clung to the hope of reuniting with Buck someday, though that dream too, was fading into her memories.
Kaylie straightened her corset and bustle, preparing for the evening's activities at the bar. She walked hastily down the wooden stair case to the saloon. Even though she wasn't one of the ladies at the brothel, she was happy to serve the clients downstairs and make extra tips.
"You look awful purty tonight Kaylie."
Kaylie swatted the older man's hand off her arm and gave him a chastising look. "I ain't one of the girls Russ, and you know it." She smiled through gritted teeth.
"Oh Sweetheart, I'm just hoping' someday you'll change yer mind. It sure is a shame."
Kaylie was acutely aware of his wandering gaze, tracking the path of his eyes as they roamed her body. She didn't object to his visual explorations, so long as they remained confined to mere observation. Among the patrons, Russ and a few others were familiar faces, their occasional outbursts manageable.
She busied herself cleaning the tables and restocking the glasses to the bar. She liked working, it kept her mind from wandering too much. It wasn't until another touch on her arm brought her out of her reverie.
She hadn't dwelled on her uncle for years. She'd briefly pondered his fate during the war, assuming he'd likely managed to avoid direct combat. Despite her fleeting wishes for his demise, the thought still hardened her heart. Now as he stood next to her, touching her arm the fear she had as a child paralyzed her.