Chapter One
Acceptance
Truly, Texas, March 1891
Ruby latched the chicken-yard gate behind her and waited for the hens’ cackling to settle. If
anyone tried to sneak up on her, the birds would squawk an alarm. Certain she was alone, she
pulled a scrap of paper from her pocket and read it again. Molly, her best friend, had sent the
note by way of a passing cowhand five days ago. Since then Ruby had read the two words—It’s
here—so many times the edges of the paper had feathered and Molly’s red wax seal had fallen
off. It was the reply to clandestine correspondence Ruby had sent months before. It could
change her life.
Ruby had been to town with her father just the week before, so her turn would not roll around
again for three long weeks. Trusting one of her siblings, especially that sly Beryl, to pick it up
without tattling to their folks, was unthinkable.
When Ruby asked to take her sister’s place in the wagon, the little snot had flat refused.
Bartering continued for days with the deal consummated only this morning while doing breakfast
dishes together.
Beryl whined a hard bargain. “I want the brooch Granny gave you for Christmas—”
Ruby couldn’t believe that she, a grown woman of eighteen, was reduced to negotiating with a
nine-year-old. She rolled her eyes but gave a reluctant nod.
“—and a month’s worth of dinner dishes.”
“Fine.” Ruby blew out a breath hot with exasperation. From the triumphant expression on Beryl’s
face, Ruby had been played for a sucker. Under her breath she muttered her father’s term for
his daughters when they didn’t live up to his expectations, “Hellion child.”
Now, beside her father in the buckboard, half-listening to his mumblings about what he needed
in town, Ruby envisioned the changes it could make in her life.
“Sixteen penny nails, two-by-fours, poultry wire. You got your mother’s shopping list, girl?”
“Yes, sir.” Ruby’s heavy gloves didn’t prevent her fingers from worrying the bottom button on her
winter coat until it dangled by a thread. One more twirl snapped the fiber, spiraling the bit of
bone to the floorboard. She grabbed for it, but it tumbled into the rutted road, buried forever
beneath red West Texas dust. To keep from losing another, she sat on her hands. The closer
they got to town, the more her heart felt like a kernel of popcorn ready to explode.
Groceries—Ranch Supplies—Dry Goods—Clothing. From its perch above Statler’s Mercantile,
the hand-painted sign knocked a wind-blown greeting against the eaves. Pa pulled the
buckboard adjacent to the storefront. Before he could set the brake, Ruby kicked off the buffalo
robe protecting her from the cold blue norther that had blown in. Without waiting to be helped
down, she jumped from the seat, her skirt flaring so high frigid air lassoed her knees. She
ignored his “Are you ever going to behave like a proper young—” and dashed into the store.
Inside, her gaze darted into every corner of the store, making sure Molly was alone. “Where is
it?”
“Don’t I even get a hello?” From her station behind the dark oak counter, the middle Statler girl
grinned and waggled her feather duster in greeting.
“Hello, Molly,” Ruby sassed, wondering how her friend could be so calm on such a momentous
occasion. “Happy now? Where is it?”
Molly put aside the duster and carefully wiped her hands before pulling several items from a
cubbyhole.
Ruby jiggled on her feet at her friend’s deliberate pace.
Most items Molly returned to their place, but one—a fat ivory envelope—she waved high in the
air, tormenting her friend.
With one hand Ruby pushed off the counter, stretching for the letter with the other. As her
fingers closed on the paper, Molly jerked it away.
“You wretch.” Movement out the front window caught Ruby’s eye. She tugged Molly’s arm
down. “Here comes my pa.”
The smile snapped off Molly’s face as quickly as a mousetrap closing. She thrust the envelope
toward Ruby who stashed it in her coat pocket and extracted her mother’s shopping list.
The store door creaked open to admit her father. “Any mail, Ruby?”
“No, sir.” She tucked her hand back into her pocket, pressing the letter against her thigh.
Mr. Statler, his arms filled with boxes, stepped out of the stock room. “Howdy, Hermann.
Anything I can help you with?”
“Put whatever the girl needs on my account, Jack. I’ll pick her up when I’m done at the lumber
yard.”
Ruby ran a finger down her mother’s checklist but was too excited to focus. The spidery
handwriting became a tangled, illegible web as ten pounds of flourmoseyed into five pounds of
cornmeal and blackstrap molasses poured onto one card of small white buttons.
Unable to calm herself enough to fill the order, while Ruby waited for her pa to leave, she
studied her friend. Despite performing her usual duties of stocking shelves and cleaning the
store, Molly’s white cuffs remained pristine and not a strand of hair escaped the flaxen braids
crowning her head. With a sigh, Ruby removed her bonnet, tried in vain to pat her hair into place
then brushed off her clothing. Windblown and gritty, Ruby looked like she’d rolled into town on a
tumbleweed.
After an interminable conversation about the upcoming town hall meeting and the quarter-inch
of rain the town had gotten the week before—things that weren’t nearly as important as Ruby’s
letter—Ruby’s pa drove off and Mr. Statler returned to the back room.
Molly whirled around the counter to join Ruby. “Open it.”
After a final survey ensured they were truly alone, Ruby pulled the envelope from her pocket,
slid a finger beneath its seal, and removed the letter. Her hands trembled too much for her to
decipher the words, she thrust the page at her friend. “I can’t bear the suspense. Read it to me,
please.”
