The Writer's Corner
Chapter 10 - The Honeymoon
Written by Michelle Palmer
Lucas and Margaret sat in the back of the carriage holding hands
and smiling into each other’s eyes as the driver worked the
horses into gentle trot, driving them through the mud caused by
the three days of rain. “You know something, Luke?” Margaret
smiled as she looked into his eyes. “I don’t mind the rain so
Lucas smiled lovingly into her eyes as he brushed his fingertips
against her cheek and pulled her a little closer to him. “You
mean…you don’t want to curse it anymore?” he mumbled.
“Oh Luke…a lady doesn’t go around cursing things…” Margaret
lowered her face.
Lucas lifted her face back up and smiled into her eyes. “Oh no?
I watched you look at that rain, and if you had a rifle in your
hand you would have tried to kill it.” Margaret laughed at the
nonsense he spoke. “Admit it.”
“Speaking of your rifle…”
Lucas kissed her softly. His eyes sparkled as he answered her
unfinished question. “Mr. Billings is keeping it for me. I told
him I didn’t want it anywhere near me on our honeymoon.”
“That was hard for you.” It wasn’t a question. Margaret knew how
Lucas felt about his rifle. Ever since the war, he’d carried his
rifle around like it was a natural extension of his arm. The
fact that Lucas left his rifle in town for her told her just how
much he loved her. Margaret couldn’t put her thoughts into word,
but her smile gave him the thanks he needed.
Margaret’s smile grew. She continued to talk to Lucas in a soft
voice. “But Luke…now I…I LOVE the rain. I can’t imagine a more
romantic thing happening than to be stranded in a town with you.
It’s like…God planned it this way the whole time.”
“Mm hm…” Lucas kissed her neck. Without lifting up, he said,
“And if it hadn’t rained, we would have been stuck at a
reception for hours with our big families, and we would have
gone home without a honeymoon. I would be going home to do
chores. Instead…” Lucas kissed her neck again, which made
Margaret breath a bit deeper. “I’m taking my new wife to a
secluded place where there’s only the two of us.”
After the third kiss to her neck, Margaret lifted Lucas’ head
from her shoulder. “Luke…” She nudged her head toward the
“Margaret, now I believe the driver’s aware of…”
LUKE!” Margaret’s voice was a bit sharper this time.
Lucas laughed as he put his arm around her shoulders. “Alright,
my love. I’ll behave myself…” Then with a boyish grin, he said,
“But only until we get to the cottage.” Margaret giggled, but
felt the blush as she took in the underlying meaning of his
words. Lucas chuckled. “No reason for you to blush, my love.” He
kissed her. “After all, we’ve a lot of love to share.”
In time, Margaret laid her head on Lucas’ shoulder and closed
her eyes, allowing the bliss of the day to surround her. The
cottage they would be staying at was about two hours from town.
They had traveled for about an hour, mostly in silence, when
Lucas whispered, “A penny for your thoughts?” He heard Margaret
sign. Lucas pressed his lips to her forehead as her head
continued to rest on his shoulder. “Or…maybe your thoughts are
worth a lot more than that.”
“Luke…” Margaret lifted her eyes to his, but didn’t take her
head from his shoulder. “Do you realize that you now belong to
me? I mean…for the first time in our lives…we belong to each
other. I won’t have to leave you at night or wait for you.
You’re finally mine.”
“Haven’t I been all along?”
“Not really.” Margaret toyed with his string tie. “I mean…you
belonged to your family. But after tonight, I’m your family.
When we get home, we’ll live together in OUR home. We’ll visit
our families, but from here on out, it’s US.” Margaret wrapped
her arms around his neck. “Luke…Luke, I’ve dreamed of this day
for so long!”
“Well now, if you don’t think you’ve had my heart all these
years, than let me be the first to tell you, honey. Maybe I
didn’t think much on marrying you when I was eight years old…or
even when I was eighteen. I didn’t think much on marriage even
when I went off to war, but as I rode off that day after kissing
you goodbye, I knew that I loved you. Perhaps those years of
being apart made our love stronger, because we knew that…” Lucas
stopped. “Oh…this isn’t coming out right.” Lucas straightened up
and looked down at her. “You see, some of my buddies in the war
who had sweethearts at home lost them. In their absence, their
sweethearts found someone else who could give them comfort and
love. I used to feel sorry for them but now…”
Margaret nodded. “My Ma would tell me when I was crying from
being so lonesome for you that being apart would test our love.
She said that’s a sure way of knowing if our love was meant to
be. Those girls…if they really, truly loved their men the way
they thought, nothing would have stopped them from waiting. My
love grew for you each day, Luke. I told you about Lariat Jones
wanting to court me?” Lucas nodded. “Well, there was another.
I’m not going to tell you who, because it doesn’t matter now…But
he tried hard to win my heart. I didn’t give in, though. It was
mentioned that you may not come back, but I believed in you. I
never stopped believing in you.”
Lucas smiled. “And now…here we are. You are now Mrs. Lucas
McCain.” Lucas bent his face down and kissed her softly. “And
we’ll be together until death do us part.”
“Lucas…” Margaret’s eyes filled with tears. “Luke…I’m just so…so
“Oh, so am I.” Lucas smiled. “It’s not every man that gets to
marry his best friend.”
“Am I? Am I your best friend?”
“You’ve always been.” Lucas chuckled. “Do you remember our first
day of school? Who was the brave one and who was scared?”
Margaret giggled. “My brothers told me such horror stories all
the way into school. Abe was the worst! Oh if I had only told
Pa, he could have gotten the lickin’ of his life! Now I wish I
Lucas chuckled. “I remember standing there at the edge of the
school yard and being so petrified. There was a big monster
inside who had a long sharp stick he beat you with if you did
“Yeah. I remember.” Margaret laughed. “By the time the three of
us got there, you were shaking so hard. I saw your three
brothers laughing as they climbed the steps to the schoolhouse.”
Margaret giggled. “Your face was so white...I thought you were
about to keel over!”
“Mm hm.” Lucas nodded his head. His eyes widened as he looked
into hers. “And even your reminding me that our teacher was in
church every Sunday and he was always nice…even that didn’t
“No.” Margaret shook her head as she giggled. “But I finally got
“You sure did that alright.” Lucas turned in the carriage and
took her hands in his. “You took my hand tight in yours. I was
afraid you were going to laugh at me, but you never did. You
said, ‘Luke, trust me.’ I just looked at you and you lowered
those long, beautiful eyelashes of yours and looked up at me
from underneath them. ‘Ya do trust me, don’t ya Luke?’”
Margaret laughed. “You’re telling me you noticed my ‘long,
beautiful eyelashes’ when you were six?”
“No.” Lucas chuckled. “But now that I look back on it…”
“Well…” Margaret turned away from him and folded her arms. “Now
that I look back on it…I’d say that scared little face was about
the most handsome face I’d ever seen.” Then Margaret turned back
around. “’Course…I thought that when I was six too.”
“But you said something else as you dragged me inside. Remember
how you got me to the door, then I dug my feet in the floor and
refused to move another inch? You told me we’d always stick
together…that we’d always be…”
“Best friends.” Margaret leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
“But two years later, I realized I wanted to be more than best
friends. I wanted to marry you. My Mama and Papa…they told me it
was just a phase I was going through, but I assured them I would
always want to marry you.”
“And you did. Today, that dream came true, my love.” Lucas laid
his hands on her cheeks and kissed her passionately. “From this
day forward, I will hold you and take care of you.”
No more words were said as the newlyweds cuddled in the
The happy couple was very happy when the carriage finally pulled
up next to a cottage. Lucas lifted his head and studied the
cottage as he slowly stepped down. “Well, it’s a bit too fancy,
if you ask me, but I guess it will do.” Lucas jumped down and
held a finger for Margaret to stay put. Quickly, he unloaded
their baggage and the baskets of food from the back of the
carriage and took them inside. Then he walked to the side of the
carriage and lifted Margaret, still in her wedding dress, into
The driver in the carriage chuckled to himself as he watched the
newly married couple disappear into the cottage.
The couple chuckled as Lucas set Margaret to the floor just
inside the cottage. Margaret kissed him before allowing him to
go find some matches to light the lantern. She went to look out
the small window in the kitchen area. “Luke.”
“Hm?” Lucas mumbled as he searched through a drawer for the
“The sky’s clearing now. The sun’s coming out.”
“Mm hm…” Lucas continued his desperate search.
Margaret turned and shook her head at her husband. “Did you hear
me, Luke? The sun’s coming out.”
“Why are you looking for matches?”
Lucas paused and looked up at her. “Because, my dear…no matter
if it’s our wedding day or not…the sun still sets each day and I
don’t want to fall and knock myself out on our wedding night.”
Margaret chuckled at the mere thought. Lucas looked up at her
and gave her an annoyed look. “I don’t think that’s too funny!”
Margaret started laughing harder.
“I’m just picturing you getting up in the middle of the night
and stumbling out here only to hear a loud crash and a…”
Margaret broke out into laughter. “Oh Luke…to bring you back
black and blue! Your family would think that…that…”
“Oh, ha ha!” Lucas rolled his eyes at his bride. “Aha!” He held
up the matches and went to set them on the table. “My matches
got soaked along with my cigars that were in my pocket. I spent
all my money on…” Lucas stopped, realizing he was about to
reveal too much information. “Er…I mean, I don’t have any cigars
or matches now.”
“Oh…” Margaret gave him a pouty face as she rested a hand on his
“Mm…” Lucas wrapped an arm around her waist. “Come here, my
darling.” He wrapped his arms securely around her and kissed her
deeply. “4:30 in the afternoon…whatever shall we do?” He
allowed his kiss to deepen as he tightened his arms around her.
His lips left hers and trailed kisses across her cheek and down
her neck. He sighed against her skin as he heard her breath
catch in her throat.
“Eat…” Margaret lifted from him. “We should eat.”
“EAT?” Lucas groaned as he stared at her. Margaret picked up her
suitcase and started toward the bedroom. “Where are you going
“You just stay out here, my love. I’m going in to get into
something a bit more uh…practical.” She grinned mischievously at
him. “Then after supper…if you’re good…” She blushed.
“Mm hm…” Lucas nodded as he watched the door close.
He went to start a fire in the stove. Part of his ‘deal’ with
Preston Woods was that they could treat the house as if it was
his own. The whole thing didn’t come cheap. This wedding and
honeymoon would set them back a bit, but Lucas was willing to
make that sacrifice. Margaret deserved every bit of it! It had
been a rather rough month for her.
“LUCAS! LUCAS!” Margaret’s cries came from the bedroom.
Lucas hurried inside to see Margaret, her wedding dress on the
bed, and a fresh dress on, but not quite fully button, up
against the door. Margaret pointed across the room at a creature
slithering toward them. “What the…” Lucas stopped as he watched
the snake come closer. “How did he get…”
He got his answer just a second later when they heard giggling
coming from the window. Lucas hurried outside and around the
house to see two boys around the age of twelve cackling at the
prank they had just pulled off. Lucas reached down and grabbed
them both by their collars. “Alright, boys…” Lucas grumbled as
he walked them to the front door. “Margaret, get out here!”
It only took moments for Margaret to decent herself and appear
on the porch. “You apologize to the lady.” The boys made no
attempts as they tried to squirm from his grip. “NOW!”
“S…sorry, ma’am,” the red-headed boy mumbled.
The other boy made no attempt. Lucas shook him a bit as he
continued to grasp his collar. “Well?”
“S…sorry.” The blond-haired boy lowered his head.
“Luke, let them go!” Margaret demanded as he continued to hold
them by their collars. Lucas raised his eyebrows as he gave each
boy another look. “Lucas McCain! Release them now!” Margaret
Lucas did as he was told, causing them both to fall to the
ground. He folded his arms as he continued to glare at them.
They were too scared to stand up. “Well?”
“Lucas, you’re scaring them! They’re just boys – not rebel
soldiers!” Margaret stepped down from the porch, and lifted her
dress as she bent down to look at the boys still sitting on the
ground. “Why’d you do it?” she asked in a sweet voice.
“We was just funnin’!” one of the boys declared. “We’s just
doing a…a…” The boy looked at the red headed boy. “What’s thet
Lucas folded his arms. “A shivaree?” His voice barked.
“Oh…Yes sir…” The boy hung his head. “We’s heard Paw talking
‘bout it and thinkin’ it was funny so’s we…”
Fred spoke up then. “Don’t mean ya an’ yer missus no harm,
mister! Our Paw tol’ us there would be no shivaree ta-day an’
we’s jest found thet there black snake an’…”
Margaret laughed as she slowly helped the boys to their feet and
stood up herself. “No harm’s done,” Margaret declared. “You two
boys run along now.” She shook a playful finger at them. “And
don’t you be coming around here anymore!”
“Oh…no ma’am! Thank ya, ma’am!” Fred slowly moved away, not
turning his back to Lucas for fear that Lucas would plant a
stiff hand on his backside. The other boy did the same. “No
ma’am!” The two boys waited to turn around until they were a
safe distance from the big man with the mean look on his face.
Then they turned and hurried off.
Margaret looked at Lucas and chuckled. “I don’t think it’s
funny!” Lucas grumbled. “Them darn boys…deserve a thrashing for
what they did!”
“Oh Luke…they meant no harm!” Margaret declared.
“No harm? Peeking in a window watching my wife undress…”
“The curtains were pulled, Luke! They weren’t peeking in the
windows! I…” Margaret drew her arms around her husband’s neck.
“Now…you get that snake out of the bedroom while I fix your
supper.” She kissed him slowly. Lucas was filled with desire and
pressed his lips stronger against hers as he deepened the kiss.
Margaret broke it and shook her head slightly. “Go on now…”
Soon, Margaret had the food from the banquet warming on the
stove. She pulled the chair out for Lucas to sit down and slowly
began massaging his shoulders. Lucas closed his eyes, enjoying
her hands on his shoulders. She was quiet…too quiet. “What are
you thinking about?” Lucas mumbled as her hands continued gently
rubbing his shoulders.
Margaret’s hands paused on his shoulders. She quickly turned and
hurried back to the stove. Without answering Lucas’ question,
she loaded two plates with food and brought them over to the
table. She started to return to get some bread, but Lucas
grabbed her wrist. “I said what are you thinking about?” He
pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her softly.
“I guess I’m having trouble believing all this is real.”
Margaret wrapped her arms around his neck as he pressed his
cheek against her bosom. “It doesn’t feel real yet…” She
suddenly stood up. “We must eat.”
They ate in silence. Margaret stared at Lucas throughout the
meal with a strange look on her face. Finally, Lucas popped the
last bite of food in his mouth and folded his hands, plopping
his chin on top of them. He narrowed his eyes and stared at his
beautiful wife. “I know I sprung this on you mighty quick-like,
but I was trying to surprise you…” Some of the smile left his
face as he lowered his eyes. “Perhaps I should have told you
what I was planning yesterday and give you a chance to back out
until we got back to Enid.”
“Oh no!” Margaret argued. “It was wonderful the way it all
happened…I never imagined you had so much of a romantic spirit
inside you, Lucas.” Margaret pressed a hand on his cheek. Her
eyes smiled. “You’ve been holding out on me!”
Lucas chuckled. “Well, if you want the truth, my love…I’m afraid
that’s about all the romantic notions I have in me. I used them
all today.” He stood from the table and lifted his hand out to
her. “Mrs. McCain…can I hold you in my arms?”
Margaret blushed as she stood up. Lucas didn’t immediately take
her into his arms, but looked her up and down from head to toe.
He brushed his fingertips against her cheek and smiled. “You
are…so…beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly. He slowly rested
his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes. “Margaret
McCain, I…” Lucas swallowed and shook his head. He couldn’t
speak the words he wanted to speak at that moment. He was
suddenly overcome with emotion. Finally, he managed to choke
out…”Thank you for marrying me today.”
It was Margaret who took a step toward Lucas. She drew her arms
around him and pressed her lips to his. No more words were said
as they shared a passionate kiss that lasted a long time. They
were both gasping for air when their lips parted. Lucas allowed
his hand to trail down her back. His other hand gently ran down
the front of her until he lifted her into his arms and carried
her to the bedroom. Margaret wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him again as he carefully walked into the bedroom and
kicked the door closed with his foot.
Slowly, he stood her back on the floor. His lips parted as he
lowered his head to look down at her. “I Lucas….take you,
Margaret…” He whispered these words as his hand trailed up and
down her arm.
Margaret closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle trail of his hand.
She stood back and ran her hands up his chest. Her fingers toyed
with the top button of his shirt, but she didn’t attempt to
unbutton it. Instead, her nervous eyes lifted up to stare into
his. Again, they found the other’s lips and shared another
passionate kiss. When they parted, Margaret’s lips were
trembling. “And I Margaret…take you…Luke…” Tears filled her
eyes. “Oh Luke…” She shook her head from side to side as a
stream of tears fell from her eyes. “Luke…”
Lucas, suddenly concerned at her tears, took her face in her
hands. “What is it?” He asked, concerned. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Nothing. I just…” Margaret’s lips were shaking even harder now.
Her tears increased. “I’ve wanted to marry you since I was eight
years old. I’ve loved you…all these years…Through the war and
through the year you left me…I never stopped loving you. I told
everyone that…that someday I would marry you, yet until this
very moment, I didn’t realize that…” Margaret threw her arms
around his neck and hugged him. “Hold me, Luke…Hold me close!
Kiss me…Love me…”
Lucas did as she asked. He tightened his arms around her and
kissed her tears. “I won’t let you go…” Lucas lifted her face to
his and looked into her eyes. “Oh, physically I have to leave
you at times, but in my heart…I’ll always hold you tight,
Margaret! Always!” They kissed again. As Margaret cried, their
kisses became more passionate. Lucas slowly lowered his hands to
the buttons on her dress and slowly began unbuttoning it. At the
same time, Margaret’s shaky fingers began unbuttoning his shirt.
Lucas pulled away from her a bit as his trembling fingers
unbuttoned the last button. He slowly slipped the dress from her
shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. She watched his
face as his eyes moved down her body and back up. Lucas slowly
lifted a hand and rested it on her chest. “You ARE beautiful…”
Margaret pulled his shirt off and touched his bare chest with
her hands. Her hands trembled as she slowly moved them up and
down his bare skin. She enjoyed feeling his muscles move under
her finger tips and his eyes closed as he enjoyed feeling her
soft hands on his chest.
Suddenly, Lucas’ lips found hers and they pressed their bodies
against each other. Lucas gently guided her down onto the bed as
their kisses increased. He slowly laid down on the bed, still
dressed from the waist down and Margaret still in her under
Suddenly, Margaret gasped. She sat up and pressed a hand against
his chest. “Luke…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?” Lucas tried not to let the frustration show.
“I…I…” Margaret swallowed and lowered her head. Lucas cupped her
chin and lifted her face to his. He searched her face as his
eyes asked the silent question. “I just want you to…hold me. Can
you hold me? Can you?”
Lucas smiled, relieved that she had asked such a request of him,
and nodded. He lifted one of her legs and slipped off her shoes
and stocking, then the other. Margaret pulled the blankets back
and scooted under the covers. Lucas took off his own boots and
socks, as well as his pants, and slipped under the covers beside
her. He rolled on his side and took her into his arms. The
feelings inside him were almost more than he could bare, but he
wouldn’t push her. He would allow her time to adjust.
Lucas kissed her hair as her back pressed into his chest. He
smoothed her hair with one hand while his other rested on her
covered belly. “How’s this?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Thank you…” Margaret sighed. “Oh Luke…I’m sorry. It’s just that
I still can’t believe this is real…that we’re really married.”
Lucas said nothing, but continued to smooth her hair as he
allowed her to lie in his arms. “I just need time…” Margaret
paused when her voice broke. “…time to adjust. This is all like
a dream to me still.”
In time, Margaret slowly turned in his arms so she could look
into his face. Lucas laid his head on the pillow and smiled at
her sweet beauty. “Are you angry?”
“For what?” Lucas asked. He really wasn’t angry. In fact, he
surprisingly found this to be much more romantic than the
wedding night he had been thinking of. He voiced his thoughts.
“Honey, a marriage isn’t based on passion and love-making. It’s
based on our love for each other that goes deeper than any
physical expression of it, and companionship. Our making love
will come in time…when you are ready.” He smiled as he pressed a
kiss on her forehead. “We have our whole lives…We both need time
to adjust…it’s been…quite a month.”
“I want our first time to be…special…” Margaret blushed and
started to pull away from him. But Lucas held tight to her.
“No need to be embarrassed when talking to me about intimacy,
honey. We’re man and wife now. Talking about your feelings is
“I know we’re really man and wife, Luke…But…this time yesterday
I thought our marriage was still weeks away. I was so
disappointed. Then when I realized what you had planned, I was
so happy. Now I’m…I’m just…Well, I suppose I want to just be
held and accept that this is all real and not just some dream.”
Lucas lifted her face to his again and kissed her. “Then that’s
what we’ll do, my love. I’ll just hold you in my arms
and…sleep…” Lucas smiled in the darkness. “Eventually.”
Margaret lay still in his arms. Then suddenly, she let out a low
groan. “It’s just…strange being in somebody else’s bed.”
Margaret grumbled as she leaned her head against his bare chest.
Lucas chuckled. His chuckle grew deeper as his arms tightened
around her. Then he started laughing. His body pressed hard
against hers as his laughs increased. “What’s so funny?”
Margaret suddenly asked.
Lucas chuckled. “Honey, Mr. Woods built this cottage for such
occasions. Nobody lives here. He rents it out to visitors
passing through who don’t wish to stay in the hotel. His maid
comes out here and cleans…puts fresh sheets on the bed.” Lucas
chuckled. “So you aren’t invading somebody else’s bed.”
Margaret giggled as she snuggled into his arms. It was only
7:30, but she wanted nothing more than to stay right there.
“Well…just the same…I want to fall asleep in your arms.” She
smiled out loud. “Luke…you remember how we used to fall asleep
on the river bank?” Lucas mumbled something. “Well…I guess I
just want tonight to be like that…where I just sleep all night
long with your arms around me….”
Lucas hushed her and closed his eyes. Neither he nor Margaret
fell asleep for a long time. But no more words were spoken as
they just lay in bed, enjoying the feel of the other. Long after
the sun went down, they fell asleep.
Margaret woke up the next morning to feel Lucas’ lips pressing
against her cheek. She smiled as she turned onto her back and
stretched long. “Good morning, my love,” Lucas mumbled as he
propped his head up on his hand and stared down at her. “Did you
Margaret smiled up at him and nodded. “I slept very well. I
dreamed you gave me my wedding and we got married.”
“Oh?” Lucas lifted an eyebrow. “That was just a dream?” Margaret
just smiled wide. “Then I’m afraid, my dear, we are in for some
explaining.” He bent down and kissed her nose.
“Oh? How’s that?” she asked.
“Well, you see…” Lucas pulled back the covers and kissed her
almost-bare shoulder. “Seems that we slept together last night.”
“Oh?” Margaret smiled as his lips went lower and teased the top
edge of her slip. “Then I suppose it wasn’t a dream.” Lucas
lifted his head and kissed her passionately. Margaret, still
laying on her back, put her arms around him and ran her hands
along his back. She closed her eyes as they continued to kiss.
“Luke…Luke…” Margaret breathed as he again kissed her neck and
Lucas lifted up from her and stared into her eyes. There, he saw
a deep desire. “Are you sure?” Lucas whispered.
Margaret nodded as she pulled Lucas towards her. She breathed
“yes” as her hands went lower on his back.
They were both overcome with desire as they held each other
close. Their kisses deepened. In time, their hands began
caressing the other. Their bodies pressed against each other,
and their desire for the other grew.
They made love for the first time that morning. Margaret gave
herself to Lucas completely as the sun was just beginning to
Bright rays of sunlight spilled through the bedroom window as
Lucas lay down beside her, knowing their life together had just
begun.. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next time Lucas woke up, he saw the empty place beside him.
He could smell breakfast cooking and smiled at the memories of
their early morning love-making. Lucas slowly stood from the bed
and slipped into his jeans that Margaret had so lovingly laid on
the end of the bed for him. Opening the door to the bedroom, he
stood in the doorway as he buttoned his jeans and stared at the
woman cooking in her robe.
Lucas slowly walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around
her. “Ohhhhhh….” He sighed heavily as he pressed a kiss to her
cheek. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming of this…”
Margaret turned her head to the side. “You’ve been dreaming?”
“Mm hm…” Lucas nodded his head. “As hard as it is for you to
believe, Mrs. McCain…Men dream too. I’ve wanted you cooking my
breakfast for me every morning for a long time.”
“Oh?” Margaret flipped a pancake. “Is that all I’m good for?”
Margaret poured coffee in a cup and handed it to him.
“Oh…now my dear, I think you know the answer to that question if
you think back to uh…earlier…this morning.” Lucas didn’t miss
the blush on his bride’s face. He chuckled. “Yes. I think you DO
recall that event.”
“Lucas, do you know how late it is?” Margaret turned with a
plate full of pancakes in her hand. “Why, it’s nearly ten
o’clock in the morning…and here I am in my robe…” She put a hand
to her mouth. “Oh my…and you don’t have a shirt on.”
Lucas lifted an eyebrow. “Is that going to be a problem?”
Margaret blushed. “And about the getting up so late…well, I
suppose I needed a nap after you got done with me this morning!”
Margaret’s blush deepened. “My blushing bride…” He mumbled as he
winked at her. He took the plate of pancakes from her and set
them on the counter. “Now…come here so I can give you something
to blush about.” Lucas’ mouth covered hers and his arms went
around her. Margaret responded to his kiss by wrapping her arms
around him and returning a kiss of her own. In time, his lips
left hers and traveled down her throat to the lining of her
robe. She giggled as he pushed the neckline of her robe down and
“Lucas!” Margaret lifted his face. But Lucas wasn’t through yet.
His lips found hers again and kissed her quite passionately.
Margaret sighed in his arms as she pulled away from him just a
bit. When she caught her breath, she declared, “Well…if you plan
on greeting me without a shirt on every morning, that just may
be YOUR morning greeting!”
“Duly noted,” Lucas declared with a smile. “I’ll…keep that in
After they sat down at the table, Lucas managed to say a prayer.
As they started eating, Margaret noticed the matches still
sitting beside the lantern. She giggled, remembering their
conversation from yesterday. “What’s so funny now?”
“Not a match was used last night! It looks like you went through
all that trouble for nothing.”
“Hm…I was busy with more important things,” Lucas grinned.
“Perhaps I’ll use them tonight.”
“You may be busy tonight as well,” Margaret bluntly replied.
Margaret took a few bites of her pancakes. With a mischievous
gleam in her eye, she lifted her head. “Luke…is the house
“The house?” Lucas asked.
“Oh…” Lucas pushed a piece of pancake around on his plate.
“Well…not quite, my dear.”
“Oh.” Margaret lifted an eyebrow. “Well, you told me it would be
ready by our wedding. Here it is the day after and…” She shook
her head. “Your bride has no place to live.”
Lucas saw the challenge in her eyes. He decided to take her up
on that challenge. “You can move back home with your mother,” he
“Lucas McCain!” Margaret gasped.
“You asked for that, my dear.” Lucas sat back in his chair and
lifted his hands above his shoulders. “Well honey, it’s not my
fault! It’s not my fault that my bride to be went against my
advice and got herself in a mess…Then I had to go rushing to her
aid like a knight in shining armor and rescue her from the
wicked aunt who had her locked up in a dungeon!” Lucas sat back
in his chair. “Now…you tell me when I had time to finish the
Margaret smiled at him and slowly stood up. “Lucas…” She sat
down on his lap and bent her face down to his. “Let’s kiss and
Lucas smiled as her lips found his and they again shared a
passionate embrace that only a husband and wife are allowed to
share. Finally, Margaret straightened up. Her hair fell around
her face as she ran a hand down his cheek. Then she stood up and
took his plate. “What should we do with all our free time today,
“Well…we could walk down to the lake,” Lucas suggested. “Go
Margaret turned from the sink. “What will I do?”
“Well…you could uh…” Lucas nodded his head toward a bookcase
that held a few books. “You could read a book.”
“I can’t fish?”
“Fish?” Lucas folded his arms and cocked his head to one side.
“You’re a lady, Margaret McCain! You can’t fish!”
“Oh?” Margaret started rolling up her sleeves. “I used to go
fishing with you when we were kids.”
“Yes. That’s when we were kids!” Lucas declared. “Honey, we’re
not kids anymore.”
“No. But I still want to go fishing.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Alright.” He started toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To go rig a couple fishing poles!” Lucas answered
“Oh no you don’t, Lucas McCain!” Margaret shook a finger at him.
She lifted a dish towel from the counter, turned, and threw it
at him. “I’ll wash…you dry.”
Lucas looked at the dishtowel as if it were some foreign object.
“Dishes, my dear…are a woman’s job!”
“Oh?” Margaret lifted an eyebrow as she planted a stubborn fist
on her hip. “You find that in the Bible, and I’ll let you off
“Find it…” This time, Lucas planted a fist on HIS hip. “FIND IT
IN THE BIBLE???” Margaret nodded. “Honey, that’s not in the
“The sooner you get to drying, dear, the sooner we can go
fishing.” Margaret smiled as Lucas groaned. As she handed him
the first dish, she patted his shoulder. “Oh now dear, don’t
look so worried…I won’t make you wash dishes every day…just once
in a while so you won’t forget how it’s done.” Lucas continued
to stare at her. “Besides…you don’t have any chores, and I don’t
think it’s fair for me to work while you get to go outside and
“Well…” Lucas shrugged his shoulder as he began doing as he was
told. “Like the preacher said…for better or worse…”
“Very funny!” Margaret said as she put her hand in the water and
flipped water at him.
The two chatted while they washed the dishes. After the dishes
were done, Margaret went to dress while Lucas went to get the
fishing poles ready. Then they left, hand-in-hand, down to the
When they got there, they discovered they weren’t the only ones
who were enjoying the nice day. “Well…well…well…” Lucas said
under his breath. “It’s the two rats from yesterday.”
Margaret lifted her head and looked up at Lucas. “Luke, you be
nice!” Lucas started forward. Margaret put a restraining hand on
him. “Actually, I think it would be a good idea if you just stay
here!” she declared.
Lucas watched as Margaret stepped forward. “Hello,” she said as
gently as she could. The two boys looked up from fishing. Upon
seeing her, they immediately searched out Lucas. “Now, don’t you
worry. I gave my husband a very stern talking to!” Margaret
declared then. “He won’t be mean. You have my word.” Margaret
turned and looked at Lucas. “Isn’t that right, Luke?”
Lucas grunted, but said nothing.
“Now let’s see….” Margaret put a finger to her mouth. “You are
Fred, right?” The red headed boy smiled as he nodded his head.
Margaret pointed to the other boy. “I don’t think I’ve heard
“It’s Frank, ma’am,” the boy answered as he continued to stare
at Lucas. “We’s jest fishin’, but…”
Margaret smiled. “Well…I was just coming to do the same thing!”
“YOU fish?” Fred asked suddenly.
Lucas laughed at that. Margaret shot him a warning look then
turned back to the boys. “There’s nothing wrong with a woman
fishing!” Margaret looked sideways at Lucas, daring him to say
anything. “I tell you what…if you don’t mind, we’ll join you and
see who can catch the most.”
The boys looked at each other and shrugged. Finally, they nodded
their heads. Lucas stood back, a bit irritated that his wife was
inviting a couple of kids on their honeymoon outing. Margaret
turned and walked over to him. “And I promise you that this big
ol’ brute won’t be a bit of trouble!” Margaret turned and looked
at him, her eyebrows lifted. “Isn’t that right, Luke?”
Lucas grunted again. Margaret tugged him toward the bank of the
lake. The boys sat down and started fishing. Lucas figured she
would sit down beside him, but she chose to go on down the bank
a ways. He watched her pull something from her pocket, put it on
her hook, then cast the line into the water. The boys chuckled
as they watched Margaret sit patiently on the bank. “Sir…”
“What?” Lucas asked a little grufly.
“Oh…uh…” Frank looked toward his brother. “Yer wife really know
how ta fish?”
“She’s fished before,” Lucas answered. “Now, don’t you kids
hackle her about not catching anything. After all, a woman has
Suddenly, Margaret stood up and pulled on her line. “I got one,
Luke!” Lucas jumped up and hurried over to her. “I got one!”
Lucas’ eyes grew big when he saw the good-sized trout. Margaret
jumped up and down as she watched Lucas stick it on the string
and put him in shallow water so he wouldn’t spoil.
“Beginner’s luck,” Lucas grumbled.
“Beginner’s…” Margaret lifted her chin and humphed. “How can it
be beginner’s luck when I’ve been…”
“Oh, just go back to your fishing!” Lucas grumbled as he went
back to his.
The foursome fished for four hours. It was mid-afternoon when
Lucas finally threw up his hands and declared it the worst
fishing trip he’d ever been on. Margaret smiled as she watched
Lucas pick up the line of fish. She had caught five very good
sized trout. Frank folded his arms and shook his head. “Gee,
Mrs. McCain, what did you use for bait?”
Margaret patted her pocket. “It’s my own secret weapon.”
“I thought I was safe.” Lucas turned toward the boys. “This
woman has been using that ‘secret bait’ since she was a kid. I
figured I was safe being out here, but dog-gone if she ain’t the
one!” Lucas took a step toward her. “But now that we’re married,
I’ll find out what the secret is!”
They started back towards the cottage. “Are you two brothers?”
Margaret asked then.
“Oh, yes ma’am!” Frank answered. “We’s twins!”
“Twins?” Lucas and Margaret looked at each other. “You look
“Say, you two boys able to stay for supper?” Margaret asked
then. “I’ll fry up this mess of fish and put some fried potatoes
with it. I believe I saw some potatoes out back, Luke.”
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind them. “Frank and
Fred Billings! You get…” Mr. Billings stopped when he saw Lucas
and Margaret. “Well…”
“Mr. Billings! I didn’t know you lived around here,” Lucas
declared as he shook his new friend’s hand.
“I sure do. My wife and I have a spread about a mile from here.
The boys told me what they did last night. I’m sorry.”
“No harm done,” Margaret quickly answered before Lucas could.
“Boys will be boys.” Margaret lifted an eyebrow at her husband
before turning back to the boys. “I was just inviting the boys
to the cottage for supper. You and Mrs. Billings are welcome to
come as well.” Margaret heard Lucas’ protesting breath beside
her and gently tapped her elbow in his side as a warning.
Mr. Billings looked from Margaret to Lucas. “You sure we
wouldn’t be intruding? I mean, the wedding being yesterday and
“We’d love to have you.” Margaret smiled. “Wouldn’t we, Lucas?”
“Oh of course.” Lucas met Mr. Billings’ eyes. “Providing they
don’t wear out their welcome.”
Margaret gasped at her husband’s remark, but Mr. Billings
cackled, finding something very funny about his remark. “I
“I don’t,” Fred declared as he looked at Margaret who was
“You will,” Mr. Billings answered. “Some day.” Mr. Billings
turned toward his sons. “Fred, you run on home and fetch your
Mama. Frank, you take those fish and go work on cleaning them.
I…believe Mr. Woods keeps a board around back for such
occasions. Then you be fetching the vegetable Mrs. McCain will
need from the root cellar.” Margaret and Lucas looked toward him
with a question. “Mr. Woods keeps the place well supplied.”
Lucas took Margaret’s hand as they walked back toward the
cottage. Mr. Billings walked beside Lucas. “You…sure we’re not
Margaret smiled sweetly up at her husband, indicating for him to
answer. Lucas smiled down at her. “My wife’s always been very
neighborly. She loves having people around.” Lucas smiled down
at her and squeezed her hand. “Of course you’re welcome.”
By the time Margaret had the skillet hot and the breading ready
for the fish, Frank had the fish clean. She thanked Frank
sweetly and went to work on frying the fish. Lucas and Jason
Billings played a game of checkers. Fred was soon back with his
mother, who had just taken a freshly baked apple pie from the
oven. She brought it along, declaring she was happy to have good
people to share it with. The boys were sent outside to play
until supper time and ordered not to get into mischief. Jason
assured his wife that those two devils could get into trouble
The ladies finally had food on the table. The boys were called
in, and the group joined hands to pray. As they began eating,
Margaret explained that she and Lucas both had rather large
families and always enjoyed having company with their meals.
Lucas nodded in agreement. He didn’t know what he and Margaret
would do with all those quiet evenings with just the two of them
for her to cook for.
Matilda served her apple pie. As the adults chatted over coffee,
the boys washed the dishes. This was a task the boys both
complained about profusely, but in the end their Pa declared
there was a barn just behind the house, and he happened to know
that a good whipping would straighten them both out. The boys
grumbled a bit, but agreed to do the dishes. The adults sat out
on the porch and chatted comfortably.
Lucas kept his wife’s hand in his as they continued to talk.
Matilda and Jason told Lucas and Margaret about their wedding
and the surprise birth of twins that had occurred after several
miscarriages. The boys came out to announce everything was
clean, but their mother went to inspect the kitchen to make sure
everything was right. As the boys went to look for bullfrogs
down by the pond, the families continued to chat, watching the
sun slowly sink behind the trees.
Finally, darkness entered the land. Jason stood up and thanked
Margaret for the fine supper and coffee, but declared that they
had to be on their way home. Margaret declared that they would
be at church Sunday. Jason announced they didn’t normally go to
church, since it was a two hours ride away, but he reckoned they
just may try to make it on Sunday so they could see the McCain’s
off. Margaret nodded, saying that would be just fine, then she
and Lucas stood on the porch and waved goodbye to the family as
they walked from the yard and started down the road. Lucas put
his arm around Margaret’s shoulder as they continued waving.
“It’s been quite a day,” Margaret declared as she put her head
on her husband’s shoulder. Lucas nodded. “I’ll miss them when we
“Well, I have a hankering that you’ll see them again really
soon.” Margaret lifted her eyes to his. “We’ll be going over to
their house tomorrow night.”
“Oh?” Margaret folded her arms. “I had a feeling you didn’t much
appreciate my inviting them over here tonight.”
“Well…” Lucas lifted his eyebrows. “They’re gone now. I have you
all to myself.” Lucas smiled down at her smiled. “Besides, I saw
how happy having company made you tonight. I want you to be
happy.” Lucas was rewarded with a big smile.
Being quite tired, Lucas suggested they turn in for the night.
As they prepared for bed, they discussed the Billings family.
Margaret stated that she wouldn’t mind if they had a pair of
boys like they had, and Lucas said he hoped his sons would know
better than to throw a snake in a bedroom of a couple who were
on their honeymoon. Margaret chuckled as she put her nightgown
over her head. “Seems to me I remember a boy who was more
mischievous then those two seem to be.”
Lucas shook his head as he held the covers up for Margaret to
crawl under. She laid down and cuddled up close to him. “Can’t
imagine who that could be,” he stated as he kissed her cheek.
“Well, in a few years I’ll probably be saying ‘Like father, like
Lucas tickled her, which sent Margaret in a fit of laughter.
Lucas laughed with her as he pinned her arms down on the pillow
and stared into her eyes. “So…there’s only one more question I
have for you tonight, Mrs. McCain.”
Margaret’s eyes sparkled as she waited to hear what his question
was. He slowly lowered his face toward hers and whispered,
“What’s the secret bait?”
“Oh no you don’t!” Margaret declared as she struggled against
his hands. But Lucas smiled mischievously as he covered her face
in kisses and trailed kisses down her throat. “Lucas…” Margaret
whispered softly as his kisses intensified.
“You gonna tell me?” Lucas mumbled his lips against the skin on
Lucas groaned as he lifted from her. His eyes grew wide before
he went in for the kill. “Then I’ll have to tickle you some
Margaret’s laughter mixed with his and sounded throughout the
cottage. But it soon grew quiet as the couple laid still in each
Saturday morning, Margaret woke up to an empty bed. She could
smell coffee and heard noises coming from the other room.
Margaret sniffed the air and gasped when she smelled something
burning. But as she threw the covers back to go investigate, the
door to the bedroom opened. “Don’t get up!” Lucas demanded as he
hurried over to the bed. “Everything’s okay. Just
a…small…kitchen mishap.” Lucas pulled the covers back over her
and laid her down. After kissing her, he said, “I’ll have your
breakfast ready in a minute.”
Margaret sat up in bed, propping the pillows behind her back.
She tried to decide what that strange smell was. Lucas hurried
in with a cup of coffee. He handed it to her then gasped and
hurried from the room. Margaret puzzled over what was going on
in the kitchen, but thought it would be better not to know. “Ow!”
Lucas shouted. She heard him curse under his breath. Another
bang sounded, followed by another curse.
“Luke? Everything alright?” Margaret couldn’t keep the smile
from her voice.
“Fine.” Lucas finally appeared in the doorway. “Perhaps this
will show you how much I really need you.” He sat the tray on
her lap and smiled sheepishly. Margaret raised her eyebrow at
the contents on her plate and slowly lifted her head. “Don’t
ever leave me, honey.”
“What is it?”
“Well…” Lucas sighed. “You see…it started out to be an…” Lucas
Margaret lifted a bit of the blob on her plate with her fork to
study its contents. “I see.” She pressed her lips together to
keep from laughing. “Uh…Lucas, the thought is wonderful of
course…but would you mind so much if I started over?”
“Don’t you want to taste it?” Lucas lifted an eyebrow as he
smiled at her.
Margaret sat the tray down as she stood from the bed. “Honey,
you are good at many things.” Margaret went to get a dress. “But
cooking isn’t one of them.”
“Oh.” Lucas lifted the tray. “Well…to tell you the truth, I was
sort of…hoping…you’d let me off the hook of eating my own
Margaret thought she WAS going to be sick when she saw the mess
the kitchen was in. She turned and looked at Lucas, telling him
he would never be allowed so set foot in her kitchen! It would
take her all morning to clean the mess he had managed to make in
thirty minutes. Lucas figured as much and announced he’d go
fetch more water so they could clean up the mess he had made.
After breakfast, Margaret went to work on the mess after sending
Lucas on over to the Billings to ask for more soap. She would
need more to clean the floors. Lucas announced Mr. Woods had a
maid that would come clean the cottage the following day, and
Margaret assured Lucas that no one would come and find Margaret
McCain leaving behind a mess.
By the time lunch came along, Lucas was back with the soap.
Margaret commented that she wasn’t aware that it took three
hours to walk a mile and fetch a bit of soap. Lucas admitted
that he may have gotten to talking just a bit. Margaret nodded
her head and ordered him out of the house.
That afternoon, the couple lingered in the house kissing and
cuddling a bit. By the time it was time to make the trek to
their neighbor’s house, Lucas was about ready to call the whole
thing off, deciding he’d rather “turn in” early with his new
wife then go visiting, but Margaret assured him they’d get home
in plenty of time to “turn in” early.
They had a wonderful visit. Lucas anxiously announced at eight
o’clock that they simply HAD to get back to the cottage. He and
Margaret would be leaving the next day for town, and they had a
lot of packing to do.
Not to Margaret’s surprise, she did most of the packing since
Lucas’ idea of packing was throwing things in the bags. Margaret
declared everything had to be folded a certain way. She left
Lucas’ Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes out, as well as the dress
she would need the next day. She hated the fact that there was
no proper tub to take a bath in. Lucas was finally able to find
a sort of a tub in the barn, though it looked more like a big
barrel then a tub. He cleaned it really good and lugged water up
from the creek, warming it before filling it. Margaret blushed
as he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
Margaret waited until Lucas had left the room, then undressed
and stepped into the warm water, sinking down into the tub. She
was just finishing up when Lucas knocked on the door and asked
if he could come in. She gave him permission, only if he
promised to behave himself. Lucas came in carrying fresh towels
and held one open for her to step into. Margaret smiled at the
sweet gesture and stood from the tub.
She hurried across the room after Lucas finally allowed her to
pass him and dried herself off. After quickly sliding a
nightgown over her head, she left the room with a blush, but not
before she saw her husband step into the tub.
Margaret came in some time later and found Lucas beginning to
empty the tub. She sat down in front of the mirror and began
brushing her hair. Lucas seemed to hurry with his task. Finally
satisfied all was in order for the following morning, Lucas
readied the house for the night and closed the door to the
bedroom. He slipped up behind Margaret and laid his hands on her
shoulders as he stared at her in the mirror. Slowly, Margaret
sat the hairbrush down. “I wish I could have washed my hair.”
“You just washed it three days ago,” Lucas reminded her with a
“A woman likes to have clean hair when she goes to church.”
Lucas squeezed her shoulders and smiled at her. “Well…I…” Her
eyes locked with his. Slowly, she turned and looked up at him.
“I guess you love me just the way I am.”
Lucas didn’t say a word. Instead, he took her hands and lifted
her from the chair. Lucas gently rubbed his hand against her
cheek as he stared into her face. His other hand rested on her
other cheek. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her softly.
“Don’t change a thing, my love.” He softly stoked her cheeks.
“Not a thing…not ever…You are so…” Lucas kissed her softly.
She saw the desire in his eyes, and suddenly her own heart was
filled with that same desire. Lucas continued to stare into her
eyes as he lowered his hands and lifted her gown up over her
head. As she stood in front of him in the light, Lucas looked
her up and down, his eyes expressing that he enjoyed what he
saw. “Don’t ever…change.” Lucas spoke in a whisper as the adam’s
apple in his throat bobbed up and down. He reached out a hand to
touch her soft skin.
Margaret closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her.
In time, he undressed as Margaret lowered herself to sit on the
side of the bed.
Lucas lowered himself down on the bed beside her and again
lifted a hand to her cheek. They sat there just staring at each
other. Then suddenly, they were in an embrace as their lips
found each others’ and they began caressing. Slowly, Lucas laid
her on the bed, but his lips never left hers. They were soon
making love for the second time. Tonight was better than the
first, as they once again expressed the love they had for each
“Lucas…Lucas…” Margaret breathed as his kisses and caresses
covered her. Lucas answered her by saying her name. Passion
raced through them. It was a long time later…the wee hours of
the morning…before they finally fell asleep, totally spent, in
each other’s arms.
“Luke…Luke…” Margaret called from the doorway of the bedroom the
Lucas mumbled as he turned over and buried his face in the
pillow. Margaret shook her head and walked over to the bed. She
pulled the covers off of him, forgetting he had no clothes on.
She quickly threw the covers back over him. “Now Lucas McCain,
we’ve got to leave for church in one hour! You get out of that
“Mmmm…” Lucas grumbled again as he pulled the covers tighter
over his body. “Margaret, this is the last day of our honeymoon.
You tuckered me out last night, and I really need some sleep.”
“That works both ways!” Margaret folded her arms. “Now, are you
going to get up and get dressed for church or…” Margaret turned
and saw the pitcher of water sitting in the basin. “Or am I
going to have to wake you up?”
Lucas mumbled something. Margaret had all she could take of his
noncompliant attitude. She hurried to the basin and picked up
the pitcher, dumping the entire contents over his head. That got
her husband to moving, but it caused more blushing on her part
when he suddenly stood up in front of her without a stitch of
clothing on. “Margaret Ann Gibbs McCain!” Lucas hollered as he
clinched his fists to his side. His eyes were wide with a hint
of irritation in them. “I’m going to spank you!” Lucas declared.
Margaret gasped and hurried from the room, laughing
hysterically. “Lucas McCain, you don’t have a stitch of clothing
on yourself!” She declared as he started to chase her around the
table. “Now…” She stopped and pointed a finger toward the
bedroom and stomped her foot. “You get in there and get your
Lucas stopped and looked down. He felt a bit bashful himself,
but slowly straightened up and grinned at his wife. “Well
now…that serves you right! You shouldn’t have dumped water on
me!” Lucas declared from one side of the table.
Margaret let out a cry as he rushed around the table. She
hurried to the other side of the table. “You should have gotten
up when I told you to!” Margaret declared as she stared into his
“Mm…” Lucas nodded his head slightly. “Well then…looks like
you’ve a bed to change.” Lucas reached out and grabbed her.
Holding her by the middle, he planted three playful slaps on her
backside. Margaret let out a mock cry. Lucas finally released
her. He put his hands on his sides and nodded his head. “Now,
let that be a lesson to you! I wear the pants in my family!”
Margaret blushed as she allowed herself to look him up and down.
She found herself giggling. “Right now, you’re not wearing ANY
pants!” Lucas turned and hurried into the bedroom.
Margaret turned back to preparing breakfast. She didn’t say
another word until Lucas had finished saying the blessing. “You
best hurry if you’re going to get those bed sheets changed,
“I get those bed sheets changed?!” Lucas’ voice boomed. “Now,
you see here…woman!” He stopped and snapped his fingers. “Wait
just a darn minute! The maid will come and clean up the cottage
this afternoon, which means I’m off the hook!”
“Appears so.” Margaret took a sip of her coffee. “And uh…are
you going to explain how the water got all over the sheets?”
“Uh…” Lucas took another bite of his pancakes. “I reckon I’ll
just take care of the sheets after breakfast.”
As Lucas was finishing up his chore, he heard a wagon
approaching. He smiled as he went to the door and opened it. The
driver who had dropped them off on Friday afternoon was there to
drive them to town. “Margaret, our rides’ here,” Lucas called as
he started loading their bags onto the back of the carriage.
Margaret didn’t appear right away, so Lucas hurried back inside.
There, he found Margaret washing off the counters and table.
“Honey, we have to go.”
“I just want to leave everything as clean as we found it.”
Margaret hurried into the bedroom to inspect and let out a gasp
when she saw the bed. “Lucas McCain!”
“We’ve no time, honey. We’ll be late.” Lucas firmly took her arm
and led her out the door. Margaret gave him quite the tongue
lashing, commenting that it amazed her a man who lived on his
own didn’t know how to do a simple chore like making the bed.
Margaret grew quiet then, but let out a gasp. “Oh Luke…I can’t
wait to see Grandma Bertha! I do hope she’s okay!”
“I’m sure she’s fine, dear,” Lucas assured his wife as he patted
“I’ll always remember this little cottage.” Margaret turned in
the seat and took one last, long look at it.
“Me too. It’s the place where we first…” Lucas felt and elbow in
his gut. “Oof!” He gave Margaret an annoyed look. “What’s
“I know what you were going to say!” Margaret moved her eyes
toward the driver in the front.
“Oh? Well then why don’t you tell me?” Margaret’s eyes widened
and a blush covered her face. “For your information, Mrs.
McCain, I was going to say it was the place where we first lived
as husband and wife!”
“Really?” Margaret asked.
“Well…I guess you’ll never know!” Lucas chuckled. Soon the wagon
pulled up beside the church. Margaret jumped down from the wagon
and ran into the waiting arms of her grandmother. “Oh, Grandma!”
Margaret cried. “Grandma, how are you?”
“Fine…fine…” Grandma Bertha pushed Margaret away and stared into
her face. “Blushing bride….you are…oh, I’m proud!” She kissed
Margaret cheek, then the three of them made their way into the
That afternoon, Lucas treated Margaret and Grandma Bertha to
dinner at the hotel. Lucas then bummed a cigar off of Jason
Billings and sat outside smoking on the cigar while Margaret
convinced her grandmother to lay down for a nap. Margaret joined
Lucas on the porch later that afternoon. “How’s Grandma?”
Margaret smiled as he put his arm around her. “She’s no worse
than when we got here, but I think she’s ready to get home.”
“So am I!” Lucas assured her. He kissed her. “I never would
have guessed it…”
Lucas shook his head and tipped his hat way back on his head.
“Well, you see, Mrs. McCain…I made this here trip when I heard
there was a lady who needed rescuing. Now, when I left Enid, I
had no intention on bringing back a wife.”
“Oh?” Margaret straightened up. “Regrets?”
“None whatsoever!” Lucas answered. “I think I’ll keep you
around…for a little while.” Margaret smiled. “You are a GOOD
“Lucas!” Margaret giggled before settling back down. She cuddled
her head in the crook of his arm and sighed. “We are leaving
“Mm,” Lucas nodded. “We’ll leave at first light, honey. I’ll see
about getting an early breakfast sent up to…” Lucas grinned
again. “…our room.”
“We’re going home?”
Lucas smiled. “We’re going home.”
That night, Margaret stayed in her Grandma’s room, the room she
and her grandmother had shared when she first arrived in Indian
Bend, until her grandmother fell asleep. Then she closed the
door and went next door to join her husband. Lucas was already
in bed and was reading the paper. Margaret slipped out of her
dress and under things then dressed for bed. Lucas was so intent
on the article he was reading that he never noticed. “Honey,
listen to this…”
Margaret sat down at the mirror and began brushing her hair as
Indian Bend received a total of six inches of rain over the
three days of rainfall, but all this rain was not in vain. A
couple traveling to Enid, Oklahoma to get married were forced to
stop when the rain came in. Lucas McCain and Margaret Gibbs were
married at the Indian Bend Community Church on their
previously-set wedding day. Witnesses report they had never seen
a happier or more beautiful bride.
Margaret smiled as she listened. “What about that?” Lucas
“Well…they always exaggerate in the paper.”
“Exaggerate?” Lucas looked toward her. “What do you mean
exaggerate? They are absolutely right!”
“Well, you’re prejudiced, Luke.” Margaret got under the covers
and blew out the lantern. She snuggled into her husband’s arms.
“What about that…” Lucas said again. “Six inches of rainfall!”
Margaret gasped and lifted from his embrace. “Goodnight, Lucas!”
Margaret turned away from him and closed her eyes. Her tone of
voice was not pleasant.
“What did I say?”
“You figure it out!” Margaret answered. “Six inches of rain…”
Lucas pressed up against her back and took her into his arms
once again. “I was only joking, honey!” He kissed her hair. “Of
course they weren’t exaggerating on your being the most
It was Margaret who had to be awakened the next morning. Lucas
gently shook her. She opened her eyes to see Lucas bending over
her as he buttoned his shirt. “Breakfast will be here in a few
minutes, honey. You need to get up and get dressed.”
Margaret did as told and went to wake her grandmother up. Soon,
their breakfast was there and they quickly ate. Lucas hurried
through his breakfast and went to begin loading the wagon. As
Margaret carried the last of their things out to him, he
announced that when evening came, he’d again sleep under the
wagon and allow her and her grandmother to take the back of the
wagon. Margaret nodded, commenting she could bear to spend one
night apart from him, but he’d have to make it up to her. The
look in his eyes told her that he would definitely do just that.
Those who had witnessed their union in marriage came to see them
off. Margaret thanked Angela for taking such good care of her
grandmother. Lucas offered to pay her, but Angela refused,
stating that others had helped her so much and she was just
returning the favor. Lucas helped Grandma Bertha into the back
of the wagon, then assisted Margaret as she climbed up front
beside him. They waved goodbye to their friends as Lucas
released the brake and clucked to the horses.
“Wait! Wait!” Lucas pulled back on the reins. The horses
neighed, not appreciating the sudden stop when they had just
started moving. Margaret turned to look behind the wagon to see
Matilda hurrying toward them. Margaret gasped and climbed down
from the wagon as quickly as she could.
“Honey, we have to…” Lucas sighed as he wrapped the reins around
the break and jumped down. “…go.”
In mere moments, the two women were embracing. Margaret cried as
she hugged her friend. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d make it to say
“I know.” Matilda pulled away from Margaret. “But I told my
husband…’Jason,’ I said…’I just can’t let her go without saying
goodbye once more!’ He reminded me that we had said our tearful
goodbyes yesterday, but…I just couldn’t leave!”
Margaret bit her lip as she hugged the woman again. “Oh…I wish
you could come with us!” She wiped at the tears, but it was no
use. They just kept coming. “Enid has a school for your sons all
year round and…”
“Oh…I wish we could!” Matilda declared. “I can only teach the
boys so much at home.” Matilda shook her head. “Oh, but it’s no
use! My husband loves our land and wouldn’t give it up for
“Oh, maybe if you just talk to him…try to make him under…”
“Margaret, that will be enough!” Lucas suddenly interrupted her.
She heard the sharpness in his voice. His voice softened. “We
have to go.”
Margaret nodded and hugged her friend once more. “If my husband
ever comes back this way…perhaps I can come with him and we can
visit you.” Lucas pulled on her shoulders, breaking the embrace.
“I wish you could have brought the boys.”
“Jason left them back at the spread with chores.” Matilda hugged
Margaret once more. Lucas nudged Margaret away.
“Goodbye. Thanks for everything.” Lucas turned Margaret firmly
around and led her back to the wagon. He helped her into the
seat and once again called orders to the horses. Margaret wiped
her tears. “We’re going home, honey,” Lucas reminded her.
Margaret nodded. After they left town, Lucas sighed and turned
to her. “I’m sorry I spoke so harsh with you, honey but…”
“I know.” Margaret nodded. “I guess I’m a woman and women tend
Lucas nodded his head and moaned. “…emotional.” He laughed and
squeezed her hand. “You forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You were right…I had no right to
ask what I did…”
Lucas bent over and gave her a kiss. “I love you.”
“Luke, promise me something.”
Lucas turned and kissed her cheek. “Anything, my love.”
“Promise we’ll always be together.”
“I promise. We’ll always be together.” Lucas patted her hand.
“Until death do us part?”
Lucas grew quiet as he thought on that. The mere thought of
death ever breaking their union made him sick to his stomach. He
hoped they would grow old together and watch their children grow
old. The mere thought of losing this woman when she was still
young scared him more than he wanted to ever admit. She was his
best friend…his soul mate…how would he ever make it through life
Lucas forced his best smile and turned to her. “Until death do
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