By Caroline Clemmons
Today brings a little surprise for you—a FREE short story,
HOUSTON McCLINTOCK. An anthology to which I was invited to participate required
a short story of 2,000 words. I don’t usually write short stories, so I went
over a few hundred words. I like more length to develop the characters and
places. This story is a brief prequel to the McClintock Series, which begins
with THE TEXAN’S IRISH BRIDE (one of my favorites of my books).
https://www.amazon.com/Texans-Irish-Bride-McClintocks-Book-ebook/dp/B008V1UG54/
In this prequel, Texan Houston
McClintock encounters life altering misfortune in the Georgia forest. Perhaps
Gentle Dove, the beautiful Cherokee healer, saves his life in more than one way.
HOUSTON McCLINTOCK
Prequel
to THE TEXAN’S IRISH BRIDE
And
the McClintock Series
Northwest
Georgia, 1858
Too weak to move, even Houston McClintock’s
eyes refused to open.
“You’re safe now.” A voice soft as
velvet calmed him.
He fought to speak, but his dry
throat and tongue resisted his effort.
A damp cloth moistened his lips,
then drops of water trickled into his mouth.
Someone bathed his face. Blessed
coolness. Gently, the person cleared his eyes.
He forced open his eyes. A
beautiful woman leaned over him. Her bronze skin proclaimed her an Indian.
Light from the window shot blue and copper highlights across her coal black
hair. Kindness shone from her face. She appeared a few years younger than his
age of twenty-five.
“Good morning, I am happy to see
you are awake. My name is Gentle Dove, but friends call me Dovie.” Her smile illuminated
her features. She braced his head and held a cup to his mouth.
Gratefully, he swallowed.
His gaze searched the room for
clues. Planed log walls bore signs of expert craftsmanship. He lay in a brass
bed covered by a brightly colored quilt. Dovie wore Anglo clothes.
Whirling memories recalled his frantic
ride for the trees. Men shooting. Pain in his shoulder and head. The sensation
of falling.
Had the robbers stolen his
saddlebags? Money from the sale of family land in Tennessee? His favorite horse,
Lightning?
He tried to rise, but fell back. “Where?”
She laid a gentle hand on his
shoulder. “Don’t fret. You’re in the home of John Tall Trees in Georgia. You
were badly injured and stripped when Papa found you.”
Was he buck naked? Houston slid his
hands frantically under the covers. He exhaled relief when he realized he wore
britches.
She smiled and her eyes twinkled mischievously,
as if she understood his concern. “You’re taller than Papa, but he loaned you
clothes. We didn’t risk opening your wounds to add a shirt.”
He glimpsed strips of fabric binding
his shoulder and chest. “Bad?”
“I dug out the lead and pressed
medicine into the wounds. We almost lost you. You bled a lot. Only a strong will
could have survived.” She leaned forward to adjust the bandage at his forehead.
Honeysuckle filled his senses and a cascade of lustrous ebony hair fell across
his chest.
An older man appeared behind Dovie.
“About time you woke up, young fella. I’m John Tall Trees.”
“Here...long?” The few words he’d
spoken since he’d awakened exhausted him.
“Four days since I found you and tracks
of three men. You were in a bad way and needed help immediately. My daughter is
skilled in our medicines.”
“Don’t fear.” She checked his
shoulder bandage and offered a wry smile. “I have also studied white man’s
medicines.”
John gestured over his shoulder.
“Big dun showed up. Figured he was your horse.”
He sighed with relief. At least he
hadn’t lost Lightning. “Saddle… bags?”
The man shook his head, a
sympathetic expression on his face. “Nothing. Horse appeared interested in the
house so we guessed he was yours. Smart horse to track you here.”
Horror struck, his family’s money was
in the saddlebags. They’d trusted him and he’d let them down. “Family...write…for
me?”
“They will be worried. Tell me
who.”
He gathered his strength, to speak
the necessary words, “Father…Vincent McClintock...McClintock Falls…Texas.”
John Tall Trees nodded and repeated
the spelling. “Your name?”
“Houston.”
“I’ll post a letter today.” He said
the name and address once more.
Houston tried to nod, but the
hammering in his head increased with the slightest movement. He closed his eyes.
Dovie tucked the quilt around him.
“Rest. When you wake, I’ll have warm soup for you.”
The next few days tested Houston’s
self control as Dovie tended to his needs. Her gentle ways spoke to his heart.
Her intellect intrigued him. Her wry sense of humor made him smile. And when
their eyes met, he sensed she shared his interest.
He also enjoyed the Tall Trees’ down-to-earth
values. Helping others. Peace. Unencumbered life. Why couldn’t everyone live
this way?
His first day back on his feet,
Dovie walked him as far as a chair. “Disgusting I’m so weak.”
Several days later, he walked to
the front porch with Dovie supporting him with his arm draped over her
shoulders. The sun heated his skin, but not as much as the woman beside him. He
turned to face her, gazed into her mesmerizing dark eyes, and gave in to
temptation.
“Dovie,” he whispered, lowering his
mouth to hers. Meeting eager response, he molded her against him and deepened
the kiss. Her low moan of pleasure sent his hands roaming over her back.
The sound of a deep cough broke
them apart. Dovie’s father stood in the yard, arms crossed.
Dovie stared at the ground as if
embarrassed.
Unashamed, Houston kept his arm
around her waist.
“Looks like you’re feeling fine,
young fella,” John Tall Trees said. “Daughter, are you all right?”
She raised her head. “Yes, Papa.”
“Good.” Eyeing Houston, the older
man pointed an accusing finger. “Don’t you dare hurt Dovie.”
“I won’t, sir, I will treat her
with the respect she deserves. You have my word.”
John nodded before he strolled into
the house.
Over the following weeks, Houston
kept his promise, but found it mighty hard whenever Dovie was in his arms. As
their love grew, he determined to make her his wife.
Six weeks since he’d been attacked,
Houston vowed he would never tire of seeing Dovie’s graceful movements. He’d
dragged his feet about resuming his journey because he couldn’t bear the
thought of leaving her.
“Let’s wed now, Dovie. Please, then
you can come with me.”
She didn’t meet his gaze. “If your
family says they will welcome me, I will marry you and live in Texas.” She
turned and her gentle eyes held sadness as she regarded him. “I have met too
many whites to believe you could be happy with me. Disapproval would kill your
strong spirit.”
Anger spiraled through him. He had
to admit she was right about many whites. “Your opinion is the only one that
matters.”
She turned away. “You’ll care what
your parents and brother think. If what you believe is true, you can return for
me. If you don’t come back, I’ll carry you in my heart.” She fled to her room.
Disheartened, he stomped to the
front porch.
John sat on the long bench against
the wall.
Houston plopped beside him. “Hate
to leave, but Dovie won’t marry me until I tell my family I love her. Also, they trusted me and I should face them
in person when I tell them how I was robbed of their money from the sale of
Granpa’s farm.”
“You are an honorable man to feel
as you do.”
“John, you haven’t said. Do you
mind if your daughter and I wed?”
The older man glanced his way. “I
like you, and you are a fine man. It’s my wish to see Dovie married with
children.” Several minutes passed before John shrugged. “But who can say?
Perhaps you will feel differently about us when you are surrounded by your own
people.”
Sick of the same argument, Houston exhaled
his frustration. “My love for Dovie is genuine. She and I belong together.”
Without speaking, John stared at
the pasture where his horses grazed.
Frustrated, Houston stood and went
inside.
The next morning, Houston saddled
Lightning with tack loaned by John, and then led the gelding to the cabin steps.
“When I return, we’ll be wed,
Dovie.” He embraced her, wishing to hold her forever.
She pulled away to look up at him.
“I will keep my love for you in my heart.”
He captured her hand and pressed it
over his heart. “My heart beats for you.”
He shook hands with John. “When I
return, I will repay you for your kindness, but I can never repay you for saving my life.”
“Travel safe, my son.”
Houston realized John Tall Trees
harbored the same doubts as his daughter. He saw it in the older man’s eyes.
Houston knew both father and daughter believed they would never see him again.
He’d prove them wrong.
“If I don’t return, Dovie, you’ll
know I’m dead.”
***
Houston rode for over two weeks before
he reached the Texas Hill Country town of McClintock Falls. When he turned into
the long, tree-lined drive to his parents’ home, his heart lightened. Although
John had written he’d been robbed, Houston dreaded telling them he’d lost the
money, but looked forward to sharing his good news.
He shouted, “Hello the house.”
Papa and Mama came outside. Mama
waited on the porch.
His father hurried to embrace him.
“We’ve been watching for weeks. How are you, son? Any permanent damage from
your injuries?”
“Naw, you know I’m too ornery to
keep down.” Pleasure drove travel’s weariness from him. He handed Lightning’s
reins to a stable hand and walked up the steps with his father.
His mother accepted his kiss and placed
a hand on either side of his face. “Let me look at you and be certain those
heathens didn’t hurt you. Glad that Indian wrote us, but no good comes of
associating with their kind.”
Houston stepped back and frowned at
his mother. “Mama, remember that white men robbed and almost killed me. John Tall
Trees and his daughter literally saved my life. They’re good, Godly people.”
All his life Mama’s uppity ways had
annoyed and sometimes embarrassed him. He’d never had those opinions driven
home so hard before. She was overly proud the town was named for Papa, but how did
that make their family better than anyone else?
His father slapped his back and
pushed him gently forward. “Now, Zarelda, he just said the Indian family saved
his life. I’d say that’s plenty good.”
“John Tall Trees found me in the
woods near their home. Robbers had shot me, got the money from the land sale, stripped
me bare, and left me for dead. I’d have died, but John took me to his home. His
daughter nursed me back to health.” Houston wanted to say more, but decided to
bide his time.
“We’ll miss that money, but your
safety is all that really matters. I see you still have Lightning.” His father
wouldn’t stop patting his back.
“The robbers stole him, but he
showed up at the Tall Trees’ place minus his tack.
His mother’s skirts swished until she
settled into her chair in the parlor. “Sit down and tell us about the trip. How
were the folks in Tennessee?”
“Couple that bought Grandpa’s farm
appeared nice. Our kin were happy to see me and peppered me with questions
about both of you. Sorry our folk’s letters for you were stolen. I can tell you
who wrote, but not what their letters said.”
His father sat across from him. “Nice
of that Tall Trees fella to send us word. We’d of been sick out of our minds otherwise.”
“John’s parents and other Cherokee friends
escaped removal by hiding in the forest. His wife has passed on, but he and his
daughter live in a large log home. He’s well respected and an educated man. Has
a large home that includes near as many books as you have.”
“An Indian reading books? Hmph, getting
above himself in my opinion. Doubt he actually read them, anyway. Probably
stole them.” His mother turned up her nose.
Houston’s homecoming wasn’t going
the way he’d imagined. An emptiness settled in his belly. Sadness sliced through
his dreams. He’d had such hopes about the future. Learning how right Dovie and
John had been hurt more than being shot had.
“Mama, the daughter, Dovie, is the
local healer like Austin’s wife is here. Since they’re far from a doctor, local
people of all races and incomes seek her skill.”
Vincent McClintock slapped his
knee. “A healer? Now wasn’t that lucky for you?”
His longing for her had been almost
unbearable. “She’s a remarkable woman in many ways.” Houston took a deep
breath. “I’ve asked her to marry me.”
His father smiled and slapped his
back. “Congratula—”
“You what?” Mama interrupted. She stared
agape for seconds before she jumped to her feet and shouted, “Houston
McClintock, I won’t have it.” She shook her finger at him as if he were a
child. “You’ll marry a nice white girl and have white children. No Indian will
ever set foot in this home, do you hear me?”
***
Dovie added another pebble to the
thirty-three in the jar she’d set on the windowsill, one for each morning since
Houston had been gone. When the jar was full, she’d know he wasn’t coming back.
Her heart ached with missing him. She longed for his strong embrace, the smiles
they’d shared. Now that she’d known his love, loneliness overwhelmed her.
Papa patted her shoulder. “You must
keep busy, Dovie.
Deep inside she knew his family
would never accept her. She belonged in the Georgia forest. Here she had a
purpose. Helping people with her healing brought her pleasure. Without her, who
would tend those who now sought her care?
I’m
strong. I have a good life. I will survive alone.
Yet
sunlight shining through the half-filled jar taunts me.
Truly,
I want Houston.
Dovie wiped tears from her face. The
sound of horses trotting toward the cabin caught her attention. Did someone
need her help? She rushed to the window and peered through the glass.
Houston rode into the yard leading
three beautiful mares and a mule. Packs loaded the mule.
He’d returned to her! She flung
open the door and ran to greet the man she loved with all her heart, her
soulmate.
After dismounting, Houston grabbed
her and spun in a circle.
Her father stepped from the barn, a
wide grin splitting his face. “Hello,” he shouted. He hurried toward the
couple. “I will take care of the animals.” He led them toward the barn.
Houston called after him, “Things
in the packs go into the house.”
Laughing, she searched Houston’s
eyes. “I...I wasn’t certain you’d return. Our worlds are so different.”
“Your world is mine, my love.” He
kissed her softly at first, and then ardently. “I’ve missed you every minute. I
hope we can be married right away.”
She ran her palms over his powerful
chest and wide shoulders, almost unsure he’d really returned. “I’m so glad
you’re here. I feared you’d stay with your family.”
He caged her in his strong arms. “You’re
my family.”
“Are we going to Texas?” She leaned
back to watch his sky blue eyes.
Sadness briefly tinged his face, swiftly
replaced by a wide smile. “My love, our home will be here with your father. Forever.”
Understanding flooded her. His
family had rejected her, but he’d chosen her over them. How she loved this
wonderful man. Her heart almost burst with happiness.
She caressed his strong jaw and smiled.
“Forever is perfect.”
For more of the McClintock Series, book one is the story of
the son of Houston and Dovie, His name is Dallas and the book is THE TEXAN’S
IRISH BRIDE. The heroine is Cenora Rose O’Neill.
Cover shows Cenora Rose O'Neill
Stay safe and keep reading!
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