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Sally's Answer

Author(s): Jewel Adams

SALLY’S ANSWER
Timeless Loves Series
By
Jewel Adams
 
BFFs since childhood Sally can't accept Angie's decree that she belongs back in time! The search parties are useless. Determined to find her answers she convinces the old Indian guide to take her to the same place he took her friend in the mountains. Sally draws on all her courage to ride through the invisible barrier that might take her to Angie. The other side of that wall of time is not what Sally expected!
 

Published by JA Creations

Copyright © 2013 Jewel Adams
All Right Reserved
 
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. This is a work of historical fiction and as such word usage, grammar and spelling can be depicted of the setting and should not be confused with current word usage, grammar and spelling.
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Credits
Cover Artist: Beverly Haynes
Editor: Juliette Ashton
 
 
 

DEDICATION

 
To the Readers that want the whole story.

 

SALLY’S ANSWER

PROLOGUE

Is the
EPILOGUE of RIVERBOATS AND RAINBOWS
Less spoiler sections, enjoy!
 
Sally held her hand up to shade her eyes as the helicopter lifted off the pavement then slid sideways over the treetops. For a second she watched the air batter the pines.
“I’m sorry Miss Mercy, there really isn’t anything more we can do. Maybe in the spring...”
The sheriff didn’t finish the sentence and looked away from her. Sally already heard how everyone thought Angie’s body might appear once the snow melted. Oh yeah, some unsuspecting hiker might stumble upon her decaying corpse. “No! She is not out there!”
“Miss...”
Pushing past the man, Sally didn’t want to hear the sheriff’s excuses and she certainly didn’t want his fake sympathy.
Sally managed to reach her car and start it. Locking all the doors she swung out of the parking lot and drove off down the road. She managed to drive a mile or more and escape the crowds before having to pull off the road because the sobs overtook her. Sally didn’t fight them this time. She needed the release. More than once she lashed out and hit the steering wheel in anger. “Where are you? I know you aren’t out there, not like they think! Damn it Angie, I can still feel you!”
She relived every hour of the search for Angie. It was some time before Sally regained her composure. Today had been the worst. Everyone had given up looking for her friend. There wouldn’t be any more search parties.
Taking a deep breath Sally silently admitted that they would never find Angie.
She remembered seeing Joe Wind standing off by the trees, alone and away from the crowd. He watched her, too.
That man was a strange one and her rational mind said he could have killed her best friend. But something told her he wasn’t the killing type, no matter how outlandish his story to the sheriff had been. “Walked into the trees and disappeared...yeah, okay, Angie is now some kind of magician!”
But even as she tried to seek sarcasm her hand closed over Angie’s letter on the seat beside her. “Damn it Angie, why should I believe you? He could have forced you to write this!”
Closing her eyes Sally didn’t need to open the letter again. She knew it by heart. Her head went back against the seat as the memory of that awful day replayed itself like some kind of horrid nightmare. One a person could never get out of their head...
“Call the police!”
Sally stepped in between the stranger and Aunt Belle, “Let him finish, Aunt Belle. Just calm down and listen to what the man has to say.”
The woman glared at Sally as if she were as guilty as the silent man behind them. Oh yes, Madame La Cross had already screamed her verdict of guilt out for all to hear.
With one last humph of anger, Aunt Belle moved away to stand facing out of the window. Sally felt tension crimp her neck. She forced herself to turn and face Joe Wind. “Alright, you have the ten minutes you asked for. Please explain to us why we shouldn’t call the police?”
“They won’t find your friend, no one can.”
The honest light of sympathy in the man’s eyes wasn’t something Sally could accept. “Where is Angie, Mr. Wind?”
For a second she didn’t think he would answer. Aunt Belle must have felt the importance of the words he finally started speaking, for she slowly turned to watch him answer.
“She is no longer in this world.”
“I never heard such rubbish!”
“Aunt Belle, please let him finish!” Sally didn’t like having to act as a mediator for this man, but she felt whatever he said would be important...even if she might use it to hang him as Angie’s murderer! The way he stared at her, she wondered if he read her unkind thoughts. But then what did he expect showing up here like this. And him being the person claiming to know what happened to her friend!
He pulled his attention away and looked at Aunt Belle, “Your niece is not here anymore. She is gone from the world we know, but she is not dead.”
Sally had to give the woman credit, she didn’t even flinch before him and Sally knew how painful those words were to them both.
“You can’t expect me to accept this? What proof do you have?”
They both watched as he pulled an envelope from his coat pocket, “Her own words may explain this better.”
For a few moments no one moved until Sally realized Aunt Belle had stepped back and away from the man, as if the letter were a weapon.
Sally held out her hand, “I’ll take it.”
He gave her a slight nod and placed it in her palm. Sally would recognize Angie’s writing anywhere. She looked at Aunt Belle, “It’s not opened, she addressed it to me.”
Aunt Belle just stared at her, Sally didn’t think the woman would ever forgive her for letting Angie leave that day over two weeks ago. The army of searching law officers and private detectives hadn’t turned up any news of her whereabouts. Joe Wind was the first person to even claim information about her.
Sally pried open the seal as if it would fall apart in her hands. She had to take a deep breath just to still the shaking in her fingers in order to read the letter.
“Dear Sally and Aunt Belle,
The fact that you are reading this means I am no longer around. Believe me when I say this is what I want. To try explaining all that has happened to me would be impossible and unbelievable. I will attempt to ease your minds about my welfare.
To start, I didn’t just fall and hit my head on that boat. What happened to me was unbelievable even for me at first, but so very real. Somehow I managed to go back in time, to 1875. I married a man named James McFarlain. You may find him in the history books someplace or his brother Michael. Though it isn’t important.
What is, is that I came back to our time when I woke up in the hospital. I know this is hard to accept, especially for you, Aunt Belle, but I desperately needed to get back to the past. You see I was there much longer than a day, months actually….
Please call off the search for me, Aunt Belle. I know you probably have everyone searching for me, it won’t do any good and only hurt you more. Please don’t do it. I love you and I am so sorry you have to be hurt like this. Telling either of you wasn’t possible, you would have locked me up.
I am fine, honest and I’m with the man I love. Believe this and be happy for me,
ANGIE
PS. Joe Wind is being kind enough to help me…. He doesn’t know why I need him to guide me in to the mountains, so don’t blame him. I beg you not to hurt Joe Wind, he is totally innocent.
“...I must return to him...for our baby’s sake.”
Baby? Oh yes that much Doctor Blance verified, much to the shock of Aunt Belle and Sally. “A baby, damn Angie what happened to you?”
If Angie’s own words could be believed her friend’s body would never be found. “I need to know for sure, Angie!”
Even Joe Wind tried to help Sally and Aunt Belle accept what Angie told them. He explained how she came to him and how he knew who she really was. “A legend...well you will be one, but maybe not for the right reasons.”
Sadly, Sally knew Aunt Belle wouldn’t quit looking for Angie. She would hire private detectives and pay for more search parties. A couple of industrious detectives turned up historic records of a ranch called Twin Creeks that did have an owner named Michael McFarlain. They also found a record of a marriage on board the Silver Queen of James McFarlain and one Angela La Cross.
It wasn’t enough to prove anything. Sally took it upon herself to search further. She didn’t find anything more on the McFarlains or the Indian called Striker. There was a small piece in a newspaper about a flood that came through the Twin Creek area and destroyed a ranch. No names were mentioned so she couldn’t be sure it was Michael McFarlain’s ranch that washed away.
The legend Joe Wind spoke of did mention a Sioux brave named Striker. Unfortunately, it didn’t give any kind of detail that Sally could research any further. “Just enough information to make me want to believe all this.”
She sat up and took a deep breath before turning the key and bringing the car to life. Glancing at the map once more, Sally checked which road she needed to take. She eased the car out on to the icy road, “I really hate snow.”
 
 

Chapter 1

Uncovering the Truth
 
“You have to take me there. I know you remember where you took her!” Sally wanted to cry. All her arguments with the old man didn’t budge his resolve. “Please Mr. Wind, please take me to the last place you saw Angie.”
The silence hung in the air like a great boulder, one that nearly crushed the life from Sally before the man turned to finally face her. She could see the anger he fought to tame and wondered if she made a horrible mistake following him to his place. When she saw his pickup pass her it seemed like the right thing to do.
It was too late for regrets, if he refused to help her Sally would find someone else to take her into the woods. She realized only this man knew the exact location, “You didn’t show the police the exact place…did you?”
His chin rose in defiance before answering her glaring declaration. “I told them the truth as I told you and her aunt.”
“I know that, but you never told any of us the exact location.”
“I am an old man…”
“Pish posh!” Aunt Belle’s favorite saying flew out of Sally’s mouth before she could stop it. “You are as sharp as I am.”
She caught the slight lifting of his lips, one that couldn’t be mistaken as anything but a smile.
“She said you would be stubborn.”
“We are more like sisters than friends.”
He nodded in understanding for what she didn’t say. “Why must you try to find her?” He held up his hand to stop her answer. “You may not return and still not find her.”
So he did know…Sally tried not to show any emotion, “I know that Mr. Wind, but I must try.”
“She is where she wants to be.”
“I don’t doubt that either.”
Time seemed to suspend itself as he thought over her words.
“In the morning we leave, I will take you to the area. I can’t promise you will see anything that will help.”
Sally felt the tension ease out of her neck, “I know, thank you.”
They didn’t speak much more after that. Sally went into her own thoughts over what Mr. Wind said about her not returning. She wondered if maybe she should just accept what Angie wrote, but everything told Sally she needed to do this, needed to find the answer.
~*~
“I hate snow!”
The man’s soft laughter didn’t ease Sally’s chatting pout of discomfort. She thought about adding horses to her list of complaints, but figured the man heard enough of her grumbling the last two days on the trail.
Two days of riding through snow drifts that reached the top of her boots and still he pushed on. He told her at the start that it would take longer to reach the place because of the deep snow. Sally never realized what deep meant until now. Thankfully, most of it seemed to just swirl about as the horses pushed through it. Joe called it spirit snow, she didn’t want to know what that might mean.
One thing Sally did realize was that Angie couldn’t have survived out there alone. She said a silent prayer that this Striker did find her friend.
“A baby…”
“Her son called her back.”
It was the most she’d heard from the man in two days. Sally urged the horse up to get closer. He never even looked at her, so she figured it was up to her to keep him going. “The doctor said she was pregnant.”
“At first you wouldn’t notice, but before we reached here her son showed his presence.”
It took a moment for Sally to realize the horses stopped moving. She looked at Joe Wind and his arm came out and pointed to the stand of trees off to the left. She looked at them and then back at him, but he wasn’t going to give her anything more.
For a second Sally wasn’t sure if she should head for the trees or what to do next.
“She went towards them then disappeared.”
Her lips didn’t quiver from the cold, she bit down to stop the fear from taking hold. What could she say to this man, she could see his thoughts were back to that day. Sally looked towards the trees his gaze never left.
Without another question to herself Sally moved the horse out towards the tree stand. Joe Wind pulled his own horse up, stopping him from following her, but never said a word to halt her progress. Sally almost wished he would, but then she shut him out and concentrated on what laid ahead of her.
~*~
It sounded like the crack of a rifle laced with thunder! Levi struggled to get the horse dancing under him back in control. "Whoa there big guy!"
Diablo finally came to an impatient stop, pawing the ground as he snorted out his displeasure over being spooked. The uneasy peace didn't last, within seconds a shrill filled the air!
Plow reining the horse in a tight circle Levi turned him around and dug in his heels, heading them in the direction of the scream. Whatever was going on the woman sounded desperate.
Hooper raced over the hill barely slowing the stallion as he tried to hear any sound that might help point him in the right direction. Thoughts of another woman filled his mind, but he quickly dismissed Angie knowing she would never come back to this place. Hell, neither did James McFarlain. Levi didn’t figure that Michael’s latest trip to find his brother would give any further clues to the man’s disappearance.
There! Levi cautiously guided the horse to the far side of the hill. Whoever it was sounded hurt. He pulled the horse up and his boots hit the ground in the same motion. Even as he moved closer to her there was no mistaking that the disheveled heap was a woman.
Large and gentle his hands turned her carefully over into his arm. The wild blonde hair fell over his forearm in waves of gold silk. “Beautiful…” Levi clamped his jaw down to prevent any more unwanted thoughts from escaping. His fingers brushed back the waves trying not to let the soft essence invade his sense as he looked at the dark bruises on her cheek and chin. “No doubt knocked you out.” But who did this to her, he took another cautious look around them to see if anyone might be hiding, nothing, not even horse tracks.
He looked her over, but couldn’t see any other noticeable injuries. The thought of moving her worried him, but leaving her lying on the thawing ground wasn’t a good alternative.
With all the gentleness at his command Levi lifted the woman up into his arms and started back toward the stallion. “Be good boy, the lady is hurt, another tumble won’t help her much.” The way the big horse sniffed and looked the girl over made Levi wondered if the stallion understood him.
Levi received his answer when the horse pulled his head back and stood perfectly still for him to mount with the woman. He arched his brows over how slowly Diablo turned about once his feet set the stirrups. The horse automatically started working his way down the hill toward the ranch.
“Maybe I’ve been going about riding you all wrong Diablo, seems you have a thing for the ladies.” The horse’s returning snort made Levi laugh before his attention went back to the girl filling his arms. “She sure is a pretty filly.”
Levi’s gaze dropped to her hand and he cussed over what he knew he looked for, even felt his relief that there wasn’t any ring to be found. “So how did you come to be out here, away from any civilization?”
He tried to adjust her and make her more secure in his hold. Her moan stilled him, when she turned into his chest and her fingers closed over the edge of his vest Levi needed to still his own groan. “Damn lady, you wouldn’t be do’n that if you knew how long it had been since I’ve been with any woman!”
 
 

Chapter 2

Amazing Discoveries
 
The crack of thunder kept vibrating through her and Sally shook her head to get rid of the gripping fear. “Angie! Where are you?”
Hooper needed to use his strength to hold the girl back into the pillow. More than once she seemed to be reliving her accident, but to have her calling out for Mrs. McFarlain gave Levi more than one or two questions for her. He wished she would come to and give him the answers, but she seemed caught in a fever that wouldn’t shake loose. Once she settled down again he wrung out the cloth in the basin and dabbed at the fine sheen of sweat on her face. The cutting bruise on her chin looked angry, he hoped the suave he brought up from the barn would help it calm down. A scar on that pert chin wouldn’t be good.
After applying another swath of the ointment he placed the cool cloth over her forehead. She seemed calmer, but the fever still held her in its grip. “Two days, missy. I’d sure like to see those pretty eyes open.” Levi pulled the chair closer to the bed and eased his long body into the stiff cushions. “It’s going to be a long night, lady. Too bad you can’t tell me your name or how you know her, might make the night seem shorter.”
But she wasn’t answering.
~*~
Sally watched as his closed eyes twitched. Must be an interesting dream the way those full lips eased into a welcoming smile. He certainly could take a woman’s breath away when he smiled like that. She decided it must be that sexy mustache that fascinated her. She never kissed a man with one and she wondered what it would feel like. She liked how it dipped just a bit on the left side.
Her gaze dropped to the tight grip he maintained on the chair arm, she didn’t think he would smile much except in sleep. The feelings from the man were too strong to be dismissed and Sally’s brow furrowed. A complex man, yes, she felt certain he would be one.
She’d been watching him for some time now, glad that there seemed to be more light coming into the room. Sally tried to push herself up in the bed, but stopped over the agonizing throb in her head that the movement brought back.
She looked to see if he heard her soft gasp over the pain…no, he stayed asleep. She wondered how long he’d been there with her. More to the point she wanted to know where here was?
The way his long legs stretched out before him told her he couldn’t be very comfortable. Booted toes pointed up to the ceiling and she smiled over how one foot hooked over the other. The spurs caught her attention; she tried to remember if anyone wore spurs? It hurt to think, but she did see some of the horse riders in the search party. Something told her he wasn’t from the search party, no she wouldn’t have missed him in any crowd.
When she brought her attention back to his rugged face her gaze locked with his waiting dark eyes. They didn’t look angry, but he certainly took all of her in with one careful scrutiny.
“Feel’n better?”
His voice sounded rich and thick like the high wind in the timbers Joe Wind took her through. “I think so.”
She watched how the creases out from his eyes deepened, she looked to see if he was smiling, but no, the sternness she expected glared back at her.
“I’ll go make you some coffee.”
His tall body sort of reached up and worked itself out of the cramped position in the chair. Sally prayed he couldn’t read her thoughts for she’d never seen a man look so damned, devastatingly handsome. She wanted to groan when her sight fell to his backside as he turned to leave the room. Every long stride seemed to vibrate through the solid cheeks of his butt and Sally sucked in her breath over the fire that took life deep in her sex from the vision!
“You okay?”
She jerked her eyes up to his and wanted to die over the knowing glint in his deep brown eyes. Did she groan out loud? “Sure, fine, I’m fine, really.”
He didn’t release her gaze for the longest time, “Fine is an understatement lady.”
With that he turned and left her to gape after him. Sally let out a soft whistle, “Damn, who the hell is he?”
From the other room the answer came, “Levi, Levi Hooper.”
His laughter echoed through the bedroom as Sally felt the color flooding her face.
“Nice to meet you, Levi.” He didn’t answer her and she could hear the distant banging of what sounded like pots and cups.
Sally reached up to hold the side of her head when the throbbing starting again. Her fingers picked through her hair until they latched on the offensive thing and dragged it from the tangled lengths. The small twig made her groan, she must be a mess and the thought of him seeing her like this made her toss the covers back. Getting her legs over the side of the high bed wasn’t as easy, pulling the long lengths of the flannel nightgown away from her legs made Sally look at the door. She realized she didn’t have anything on under the thick folds, “Oh my, Levi.”
Sally spied the comb and brush by the wash basin on the dresser. Levi Hooper saw far too much of her already. To have him keep looking at the wreck she felt like, made Sally determined to make an impression on the man that captured her attention.
The effort it took for her to make it off the bed nearly defeated Sally. Holding on to the bed post she used it to steady herself before stepping away from the support to reach the dresser. She silently counted each step, praying she would make it. Once her hands clasped the wood edge of the dresser she held on until the dizziness passed.
Sally took a tight grip on the brush and brought it up to gingerly pull it through the tangles, but each pull made her groan until she bit her lip to hold back the tears.
The hand that closed over hers to take the brush away drew her attention to the mirror. Sally stared back at the scowling gaze behind her. He stood so tall, the top of her head just reached his shoulder and she wanted to lean back into his strength. She let go of the brush he gently pulled on, her arm fell to her side. She tried to smile to ease the concern look he held her in. “There was a twig in my hair…”
He never looked away from her gaze in the mirror. “I never noticed.”
She would have laughed but the sudden dizziness made her sway and before she could take hold of the dresser he scooped her up on his arms. Sally gave up the struggle and snuggled up against the solid wall of muscle his chest afforded. She could feel him pull her closer into his embrace and Sally smiled as she closed her eyes over the spinning room. “You feel good Levi Hooper.”
“Are you always so bold?”
“Hmm, Angie always said I was.” She sensed the change in him before he placed her back into the bed. The covers he pulled back over her were jerked into place and tuck in tight around her.
“Stay put.”
If she wasn’t so dizzy she would have objected to the order that broached no argument. Why did he sound so angry with her? Sally tried to remember what she said that could have upset him… “Angie…” Her friend’s name rushed past her lips.
The sudden urgency in Sally made her fight to control the dizziness and focus on the room, something she knew she avoided before. As her gaze cleared she looked again at the dresser and woman’s articles that sat there looking as if they waited for her return. Her hand gripped the material of the nightgown and pulled it up to her nose. The tears she couldn’t prevent flowed down her cheek and Sally realize now what she failed to notice before. She took a deep breath pulling in the scent she almost missed, yes, it was Angie’s, so familiar yet so distant.
“I think it is time we talked.”
Levi’s deep voice made Sally opened her eyes and brushed at the tears streaming down her cheek before taking the cup of steaming coffee he held out for her. He settled forward in the chair and sipped his own cup as she managed to take a couple of sips of the strong brew.
Their gazes locked over the cup and she realized he must be a very patient man. Sally handed him the cup, afraid to move and bring on the dizziness again. He never looked away from her as he set both cups down on the floor.
“I think you best tell me how you know Mrs. McFarlain?”
He must have seen the questioning in her over the name. Sally realized she wasn’t used to having her friend called that name. “Angie?”
“Yes, Angie, how do you know her?”
Sally thought she could ask him the same questions, but decided she wouldn’t get any answers without her own. “We are best friends. I came to find her.”
“You are too late.”
Over his announcement she tried to rise, but the hand on her chest prevented it. “You stay still, I want answers and having you pass out again won’t get them spoke.”
He waited for her to acknowledge his declaration. “Fine, I won’t move, but what do you mean I’m too late.”
He eased back studying her before answering, “She left with Striker, the Indian.”
Sally felt the tension leave her, “Then he found her, thank God.”
“Not sure what you are get’n at, Miss?”
It took her a moment to figure out that he wanted her name, “Sally, Sally Mercy.”
“Sally Mercy, what do you meanhe found her’?”
“Striker, he must have found Angie when she came back…” Sally’s voice trailed off as the realization hit her. “Oh my God, back, she came back here…I’m here…am I?”
Levi watched the color drain from the lady’s face as her big blue eyes grew larger over each word she spoke. He wasn’t sure what she meant or if she even knew she was speaking out to him, but he knew when a woman was about to become hysterical and she was damn close. “Sally, look at me!”
Those gorgeous blue eyes flew up at him almost pleading in the way they searched his for answers. “Sally Mercy, your friend isn’t here.” He hoped stating the obvious would bring the girl back to him, she seemed as if she slipped away from him at that moment and he feared what that might do to both of them. He remembered how devastated McFarlain had been when Angie appeared to have left him, her body was here but if you looked, Levi remembered thinking how she wasn’t there anymore, he couldn’t stand it if that happened to this beautiful woman.
“You said she came back, Sally. When did she come back?” He could see her trying to focus on his words and ground his teeth down not to reach out and pull her into his arms.
He tried to keep his voice gentle. “Tell me Sally, what did you mean?”
“She came back to be with Striker, for the baby. She said she had to come back for their baby.” Sally looked over at her jeans wondering if Angie’s note was still in them, before she could say anything Levi got up and went over to her clothes and started rummaging through her pockets until he pulled out Angie’s letter.
The look on his face as he started reading prevented Sally from saying anything more. The destruction that flashed through those soft, coffee colored eyes said it all. Did this man love Angie too? Sally knew how attractive men were concerning her friend and never had Sally been jealous of Angie, but at that moment she felt the fire in her gut flare because of this man. This one man could have come between their friendship, it was a hard fact for Sally to admit to herself.
When he finished reading the letter, he folded it back up and placed it back in her pocket before turning to face her.
“She came back?”
His question sounded hollow as if he were missing something and needed her to tell him, “She did as far as I know. I thought you said she was gone, that Striker…?”
“Striker came and took her from here.” Levi wondered if he should tell this woman, this friend of Angie McFarlain’s that Angie was gone long before the Indian she loved came for her. The letter’s words burned in his head, she spoke of traveling back in time. Levi remembered the woman that had a spirit like no other and his gaze flew back to the woman now lying in her bed.
“…I’m not sure about that Levi.”
“Where are you from Sally Mercy? What time did you come from?” His questions came out harsher than he would have liked but he wouldn’t take them back. He wanted answers that only she could give him. Michael was out looking for his brother, who went searching for this woman’s friend. If Levi could believe what was happening he figured only Sally Mercy could give the answers. “What was the year when you left Sally Mercy?”
Her mouth opened to answer and snapped shut. Sally suddenly feared the answer and the look on the man’s face that waited for her to speak it.
She tried to shake her head in denial and earned a groan of pain for her efforts. “Don’t Levi.”
“You know don’t you, Sally. That letter said she traveled back in time, those are her own words to you!”
“Yes, damn it! Angie wrote it. I came here to find her, to prove to myself that she was alright!”
“What date Sally? Tell me the date!”
Her lips quivered but she forced the words out and just seeing the shock on the man’s face gave her own answer. “…so, I’m not in that time anymore, am I Levi?”
His head shook, “No, no you’re not Sally Mercy and I don’t know what to believe at this point.”
Before she could ask him anything more he left the room and her to stare after him. Sally spoke out to the vacant room through quivering lips, “Todo, we aren’t in Kansas anymore…are we?”

Excerpt


SALLY’S ANSWER
Timeless Loves Series
By
Jewel Adams
 
BFFs since childhood Sally can't accept Angie's decree that she belongs back in time! The search parties are useless. Determined to find her answers she convinces the old Indian guide to take her to the same place he took her friend in the mountains. Sally draws on all her courage to ride through the invisible barrier that might take her to Angie. The other side of that wall of time is not what Sally expected!
 

Published by JA Creations

Copyright © 2013 Jewel Adams
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Credits
Cover Artist: Beverly Haynes
Editor: Juliette Ashton
 
 
 

DEDICATION

 
To the Readers that want the whole story.

 

SALLY’S ANSWER

PROLOGUE

Is the
EPILOGUE of RIVERBOATS AND RAINBOWS
Less spoiler sections, enjoy!
 
Sally held her hand up to shade her eyes as the helicopter lifted off the pavement then slid sideways over the treetops. For a second she watched the air batter the pines.
“I’m sorry Miss Mercy, there really isn’t anything more we can do. Maybe in the spring...”
The sheriff didn’t finish the sentence and looked away from her. Sally already heard how everyone thought Angie’s body might appear once the snow melted. Oh yeah, some unsuspecting hiker might stumble upon her decaying corpse. “No! She is not out there!”
“Miss...”
Pushing past the man, Sally didn’t want to hear the sheriff’s excuses and she certainly didn’t want his fake sympathy.
Sally managed to reach her car and start it. Locking all the doors she swung out of the parking lot and drove off down the road. She managed to drive a mile or more and escape the crowds before having to pull off the road because the sobs overtook her. Sally didn’t fight them this time. She needed the release. More than once she lashed out and hit the steering wheel in anger. “Where are you? I know you aren’t out there, not like they think! Damn it Angie, I can still feel you!”
She relived every hour of the search for Angie. It was some time before Sally regained her composure. Today had been the worst. Everyone had given up looking for her friend. There wouldn’t be any more search parties.
Taking a deep breath Sally silently admitted that they would never find Angie.
She remembered seeing Joe Wind standing off by the trees, alone and away from the crowd. He watched her, too.
That man was a strange one and her rational mind said he could have killed her best friend. But something told her he wasn’t the killing type, no matter how outlandish his story to the sheriff had been. “Walked into the trees and disappeared...yeah, okay, Angie is now some kind of magician!”
But even as she tried to seek sarcasm her hand closed over Angie’s letter on the seat beside her. “Damn it Angie, why should I believe you? He could have forced you to write this!”
Closing her eyes Sally didn’t need to open the letter again. She knew it by heart. Her head went back against the seat as the memory of that awful day replayed itself like some kind of horrid nightmare. One a person could never get out of their head...
“Call the police!”
Sally stepped in between the stranger and Aunt Belle, “Let him finish, Aunt Belle. Just calm down and listen to what the man has to say.”
The woman glared at Sally as if she were as guilty as the silent man behind them. Oh yes, Madame La Cross had already screamed her verdict of guilt out for all to hear.
With one last humph of anger, Aunt Belle moved away to stand facing out of the window. Sally felt tension crimp her neck. She forced herself to turn and face Joe Wind. “Alright, you have the ten minutes you asked for. Please explain to us why we shouldn’t call the police?”
“They won’t find your friend, no one can.”
The honest light of sympathy in the man’s eyes wasn’t something Sally could accept. “Where is Angie, Mr. Wind?”
For a second she didn’t think he would answer. Aunt Belle must have felt the importance of the words he finally started speaking, for she slowly turned to watch him answer.
“She is no longer in this world.”
“I never heard such rubbish!”
“Aunt Belle, please let him finish!” Sally didn’t like having to act as a mediator for this man, but she felt whatever he said would be important...even if she might use it to hang him as Angie’s murderer! The way he stared at her, she wondered if he read her unkind thoughts. But then what did he expect showing up here like this. And him being the person claiming to know what happened to her friend!
He pulled his attention away and looked at Aunt Belle, “Your niece is not here anymore. She is gone from the world we know, but she is not dead.”
Sally had to give the woman credit, she didn’t even flinch before him and Sally knew how painful those words were to them both.
“You can’t expect me to accept this? What proof do you have?”
They both watched as he pulled an envelope from his coat pocket, “Her own words may explain this better.”
For a few moments no one moved until Sally realized Aunt Belle had stepped back and away from the man, as if the letter were a weapon.
Sally held out her hand, “I’ll take it.”
He gave her a slight nod and placed it in her palm. Sally would recognize Angie’s writing anywhere. She looked at Aunt Belle, “It’s not opened, she addressed it to me.”
Aunt Belle just stared at her, Sally didn’t think the woman would ever forgive her for letting Angie leave that day over two weeks ago. The army of searching law officers and private detectives hadn’t turned up any news of her whereabouts. Joe Wind was the first person to even claim information about her.
Sally pried open the seal as if it would fall apart in her hands. She had to take a deep breath just to still the shaking in her fingers in order to read the letter.
“Dear Sally and Aunt Belle,
The fact that you are reading this means I am no longer around. Believe me when I say this is what I want. To try explaining all that has happened to me would be impossible and unbelievable. I will attempt to ease your minds about my welfare.
To start, I didn’t just fall and hit my head on that boat. What happened to me was unbelievable even for me at first, but so very real. Somehow I managed to go back in time, to 1875. I married a man named James McFarlain. You may find him in the history books someplace or his brother Michael. Though it isn’t important.
What is, is that I came back to our time when I woke up in the hospital. I know this is hard to accept, especially for you, Aunt Belle, but I desperately needed to get back to the past. You see I was there much longer than a day, months actually….
Please call off the search for me, Aunt Belle. I know you probably have everyone searching for me, it won’t do any good and only hurt you more. Please don’t do it. I love you and I am so sorry you have to be hurt like this. Telling either of you wasn’t possible, you would have locked me up.
I am fine, honest and I’m with the man I love. Believe this and be happy for me,
ANGIE
PS. Joe Wind is being kind enough to help me…. He doesn’t know why I need him to guide me in to the mountains, so don’t blame him. I beg you not to hurt Joe Wind, he is totally innocent.
“...I must return to him...for our baby’s sake.”
Baby? Oh yes that much Doctor Blance verified, much to the shock of Aunt Belle and Sally. “A baby, damn Angie what happened to you?”
If Angie’s own words could be believed her friend’s body would never be found. “I need to know for sure, Angie!”
Even Joe Wind tried to help Sally and Aunt Belle accept what Angie told them. He explained how she came to him and how he knew who she really was. “A legend...well you will be one, but maybe not for the right reasons.”
Sadly, Sally knew Aunt Belle wouldn’t quit looking for Angie. She would hire private detectives and pay for more search parties. A couple of industrious detectives turned up historic records of a ranch called Twin Creeks that did have an owner named Michael McFarlain. They also found a record of a marriage on board the Silver Queen of James McFarlain and one Angela La Cross.
It wasn’t enough to prove anything. Sally took it upon herself to search further. She didn’t find anything more on the McFarlains or the Indian called Striker. There was a small piece in a newspaper about a flood that came through the Twin Creek area and destroyed a ranch. No names were mentioned so she couldn’t be sure it was Michael McFarlain’s ranch that washed away.
The legend Joe Wind spoke of did mention a Sioux brave named Striker. Unfortunately, it didn’t give any kind of detail that Sally could research any further. “Just enough information to make me want to believe all this.”
She sat up and took a deep breath before turning the key and bringing the car to life. Glancing at the map once more, Sally checked which road she needed to take. She eased the car out on to the icy road, “I really hate snow.”
 
 

Chapter 1

Uncovering the Truth
 
“You have to take me there. I know you remember where you took her!” Sally wanted to cry. All her arguments with the old man didn’t budge his resolve. “Please Mr. Wind, please take me to the last place you saw Angie.”
The silence hung in the air like a great boulder, one that nearly crushed the life from Sally before the man turned to finally face her. She could see the anger he fought to tame and wondered if she made a horrible mistake following him to his place. When she saw his pickup pass her it seemed like the right thing to do.
It was too late for regrets, if he refused to help her Sally would find someone else to take her into the woods. She realized only this man knew the exact location, “You didn’t show the police the exact place…did you?”
His chin rose in defiance before answering her glaring declaration. “I told them the truth as I told you and her aunt.”
“I know that, but you never told any of us the exact location.”
“I am an old man…”
“Pish posh!” Aunt Belle’s favorite saying flew out of Sally’s mouth before she could stop it. “You are as sharp as I am.”
She caught the slight lifting of his lips, one that couldn’t be mistaken as anything but a smile.
“She said you would be stubborn.”
“We are more like sisters than friends.”
He nodded in understanding for what she didn’t say. “Why must you try to find her?” He held up his hand to stop her answer. “You may not return and still not find her.”
So he did know…Sally tried not to show any emotion, “I know that Mr. Wind, but I must try.”
“She is where she wants to be.”
“I don’t doubt that either.”
Time seemed to suspend itself as he thought over her words.
“In the morning we leave, I will take you to the area. I can’t promise you will see anything that will help.”
Sally felt the tension ease out of her neck, “I know, thank you.”
They didn’t speak much more after that. Sally went into her own thoughts over what Mr. Wind said about her not returning. She wondered if maybe she should just accept what Angie wrote, but everything told Sally she needed to do this, needed to find the answer.
~*~
“I hate snow!”
The man’s soft laughter didn’t ease Sally’s chatting pout of discomfort. She thought about adding horses to her list of complaints, but figured the man heard enough of her grumbling the last two days on the trail.
Two days of riding through snow drifts that reached the top of her boots and still he pushed on. He told her at the start that it would take longer to reach the place because of the deep snow. Sally never realized what deep meant until now. Thankfully, most of it seemed to just swirl about as the horses pushed through it. Joe called it spirit snow, she didn’t want to know what that might mean.
One thing Sally did realize was that Angie couldn’t have survived out there alone. She said a silent prayer that this Striker did find her friend.
“A baby…”
“Her son called her back.”
It was the most she’d heard from the man in two days. Sally urged the horse up to get closer. He never even looked at her, so she figured it was up to her to keep him going. “The doctor said she was pregnant.”
“At first you wouldn’t notice, but before we reached here her son showed his presence.”
It took a moment for Sally to realize the horses stopped moving. She looked at Joe Wind and his arm came out and pointed to the stand of trees off to the left. She looked at them and then back at him, but he wasn’t going to give her anything more.
For a second Sally wasn’t sure if she should head for the trees or what to do next.
“She went towards them then disappeared.”
Her lips didn’t quiver from the cold, she bit down to stop the fear from taking hold. What could she say to this man, she could see his thoughts were back to that day. Sally looked towards the trees his gaze never left.
Without another question to herself Sally moved the horse out towards the tree stand. Joe Wind pulled his own horse up, stopping him from following her, but never said a word to halt her progress. Sally almost wished he would, but then she shut him out and concentrated on what laid ahead of her.
~*~
It sounded like the crack of a rifle laced with thunder! Levi struggled to get the horse dancing under him back in control. "Whoa there big guy!"
Diablo finally came to an impatient stop, pawing the ground as he snorted out his displeasure over being spooked. The uneasy peace didn't last, within seconds a shrill filled the air!
Plow reining the horse in a tight circle Levi turned him around and dug in his heels, heading them in the direction of the scream. Whatever was going on the woman sounded desperate.
Hooper raced over the hill barely slowing the stallion as he tried to hear any sound that might help point him in the right direction. Thoughts of another woman filled his mind, but he quickly dismissed Angie knowing she would never come back to this place. Hell, neither did James McFarlain. Levi didn’t figure that Michael’s latest trip to find his brother would give any further clues to the man’s disappearance.
There! Levi cautiously guided the horse to the far side of the hill. Whoever it was sounded hurt. He pulled the horse up and his boots hit the ground in the same motion. Even as he moved closer to her there was no mistaking that the disheveled heap was a woman.
Large and gentle his hands turned her carefully over into his arm. The wild blonde hair fell over his forearm in waves of gold silk. “Beautiful…” Levi clamped his jaw down to prevent any more unwanted thoughts from escaping. His fingers brushed back the waves trying not to let the soft essence invade his sense as he looked at the dark bruises on her cheek and chin. “No doubt knocked you out.” But who did this to her, he took another cautious look around them to see if anyone might be hiding, nothing, not even horse tracks.
He looked her over, but couldn’t see any other noticeable injuries. The thought of moving her worried him, but leaving her lying on the thawing ground wasn’t a good alternative.
With all the gentleness at his command Levi lifted the woman up into his arms and started back toward the stallion. “Be good boy, the lady is hurt, another tumble won’t help her much.” The way the big horse sniffed and looked the girl over made Levi wondered if the stallion understood him.
Levi received his answer when the horse pulled his head back and stood perfectly still for him to mount with the woman. He arched his brows over how slowly Diablo turned about once his feet set the stirrups. The horse automatically started working his way down the hill toward the ranch.
“Maybe I’ve been going about riding you all wrong Diablo, seems you have a thing for the ladies.” The horse’s returning snort made Levi laugh before his attention went back to the girl filling his arms. “She sure is a pretty filly.”
Levi’s gaze dropped to her hand and he cussed over what he knew he looked for, even felt his relief that there wasn’t any ring to be found. “So how did you come to be out here, away from any civilization?”
He tried to adjust her and make her more secure in his hold. Her moan stilled him, when she turned into his chest and her fingers closed over the edge of his vest Levi needed to still his own groan. “Damn lady, you wouldn’t be do’n that if you knew how long it had been since I’ve been with any woman!”
 
 

Chapter 2

Amazing Discoveries
 
The crack of thunder kept vibrating through her and Sally shook her head to get rid of the gripping fear. “Angie! Where are you?”
Hooper needed to use his strength to hold the girl back into the pillow. More than once she seemed to be reliving her accident, but to have her calling out for Mrs. McFarlain gave Levi more than one or two questions for her. He wished she would come to and give him the answers, but she seemed caught in a fever that wouldn’t shake loose. Once she settled down again he wrung out the cloth in the basin and dabbed at the fine sheen of sweat on her face. The cutting bruise on her chin looked angry, he hoped the suave he brought up from the barn would help it calm down. A scar on that pert chin wouldn’t be good.
After applying another swath of the ointment he placed the cool cloth over her forehead. She seemed calmer, but the fever still held her in its grip. “Two days, missy. I’d sure like to see those pretty eyes open.” Levi pulled the chair closer to the bed and eased his long body into the stiff cushions. “It’s going to be a long night, lady. Too bad you can’t tell me your name or how you know her, might make the night seem shorter.”
But she wasn’t answering.
~*~
Sally watched as his closed eyes twitched. Must be an interesting dream the way those full lips eased into a welcoming smile. He certainly could take a woman’s breath away when he smiled like that. She decided it must be that sexy mustache that fascinated her. She never kissed a man with one and she wondered what it would feel like. She liked how it dipped just a bit on the left side.
Her gaze dropped to the tight grip he maintained on the chair arm, she didn’t think he would smile much except in sleep. The feelings from the man were too strong to be dismissed and Sally’s brow furrowed. A complex man, yes, she felt certain he would be one.
She’d been watching him for some time now, glad that there seemed to be more light coming into the room. Sally tried to push herself up in the bed, but stopped over the agonizing throb in her head that the movement brought back.
She looked to see if he heard her soft gasp over the pain…no, he stayed asleep. She wondered how long he’d been there with her. More to the point she wanted to know where here was?
The way his long legs stretched out before him told her he couldn’t be very comfortable. Booted toes pointed up to the ceiling and she smiled over how one foot hooked over the other. The spurs caught her attention; she tried to remember if anyone wore spurs? It hurt to think, but she did see some of the horse riders in the search party. Something told her he wasn’t from the search party, no she wouldn’t have missed him in any crowd.
When she brought her attention back to his rugged face her gaze locked with his waiting dark eyes. They didn’t look angry, but he certainly took all of her in with one careful scrutiny.
“Feel’n better?”
His voice sounded rich and thick like the high wind in the timbers Joe Wind took her through. “I think so.”
She watched how the creases out from his eyes deepened, she looked to see if he was smiling, but no, the sternness she expected glared back at her.
“I’ll go make you some coffee.”
His tall body sort of reached up and worked itself out of the cramped position in the chair. Sally prayed he couldn’t read her thoughts for she’d never seen a man look so damned, devastatingly handsome. She wanted to groan when her sight fell to his backside as he turned to leave the room. Every long stride seemed to vibrate through the solid cheeks of his butt and Sally sucked in her breath over the fire that took life deep in her sex from the vision!
“You okay?”
She jerked her eyes up to his and wanted to die over the knowing glint in his deep brown eyes. Did she groan out loud? “Sure, fine, I’m fine, really.”
He didn’t release her gaze for the longest time, “Fine is an understatement lady.”
With that he turned and left her to gape after him. Sally let out a soft whistle, “Damn, who the hell is he?”
From the other room the answer came, “Levi, Levi Hooper.”
His laughter echoed through the bedroom as Sally felt the color flooding her face.
“Nice to meet you, Levi.” He didn’t answer her and she could hear the distant banging of what sounded like pots and cups.
Sally reached up to hold the side of her head when the throbbing starting again. Her fingers picked through her hair until they latched on the offensive thing and dragged it from the tangled lengths. The small twig made her groan, she must be a mess and the thought of him seeing her like this made her toss the covers back. Getting her legs over the side of the high bed wasn’t as easy, pulling the long lengths of the flannel nightgown away from her legs made Sally look at the door. She realized she didn’t have anything on under the thick folds, “Oh my, Levi.”
Sally spied the comb and brush by the wash basin on the dresser. Levi Hooper saw far too much of her already. To have him keep looking at the wreck she felt like, made Sally determined to make an impression on the man that captured her attention.
The effort it took for her to make it off the bed nearly defeated Sally. Holding on to the bed post she used it to steady herself before stepping away from the support to reach the dresser. She silently counted each step, praying she would make it. Once her hands clasped the wood edge of the dresser she held on until the dizziness passed.
Sally took a tight grip on the brush and brought it up to gingerly pull it through the tangles, but each pull made her groan until she bit her lip to hold back the tears.
The hand that closed over hers to take the brush away drew her attention to the mirror. Sally stared back at the scowling gaze behind her. He stood so tall, the top of her head just reached his shoulder and she wanted to lean back into his strength. She let go of the brush he gently pulled on, her arm fell to her side. She tried to smile to ease the concern look he held her in. “There was a twig in my hair…”
He never looked away from her gaze in the mirror. “I never noticed.”
She would have laughed but the sudden dizziness made her sway and before she could take hold of the dresser he scooped her up on his arms. Sally gave up the struggle and snuggled up against the solid wall of muscle his chest afforded. She could feel him pull her closer into his embrace and Sally smiled as she closed her eyes over the spinning room. “You feel good Levi Hooper.”
“Are you always so bold?”
“Hmm, Angie always said I was.” She sensed the change in him before he placed her back into the bed. The covers he pulled back over her were jerked into place and tuck in tight around her.
“Stay put.”
If she wasn’t so dizzy she would have objected to the order that broached no argument. Why did he sound so angry with her? Sally tried to remember what she said that could have upset him… “Angie…” Her friend’s name rushed past her lips.
The sudden urgency in Sally made her fight to control the dizziness and focus on the room, something she knew she avoided before. As her gaze cleared she looked again at the dresser and woman’s articles that sat there looking as if they waited for her return. Her hand gripped the material of the nightgown and pulled it up to her nose. The tears she couldn’t prevent flowed down her cheek and Sally realize now what she failed to notice before. She took a deep breath pulling in the scent she almost missed, yes, it was Angie’s, so familiar yet so distant.
“I think it is time we talked.”
Levi’s deep voice made Sally opened her eyes and brushed at the tears streaming down her cheek before taking the cup of steaming coffee he held out for her. He settled forward in the chair and sipped his own cup as she managed to take a couple of sips of the strong brew.
Their gazes locked over the cup and she realized he must be a very patient man. Sally handed him the cup, afraid to move and bring on the dizziness again. He never looked away from her as he set both cups down on the floor.
“I think you best tell me how you know Mrs. McFarlain?”
He must have seen the questioning in her over the name. Sally realized she wasn’t used to having her friend called that name. “Angie?”
“Yes, Angie, how do you know her?”
Sally thought she could ask him the same questions, but decided she wouldn’t get any answers without her own. “We are best friends. I came to find her.”
“You are too late.”
Over his announcement she tried to rise, but the hand on her chest prevented it. “You stay still, I want answers and having you pass out again won’t get them spoke.”
He waited for her to acknowledge his declaration. “Fine, I won’t move, but what do you mean I’m too late.”
He eased back studying her before answering, “She left with Striker, the Indian.”
Sally felt the tension leave her, “Then he found her, thank God.”
“Not sure what you are get’n at, Miss?”
It took her a moment to figure out that he wanted her name, “Sally, Sally Mercy.”
“Sally Mercy, what do you meanhe found her’?”
“Striker, he must have found Angie when she came back…” Sally’s voice trailed off as the realization hit her. “Oh my God, back, she came back here…I’m here…am I?”
Levi watched the color drain from the lady’s face as her big blue eyes grew larger over each word she spoke. He wasn’t sure what she meant or if she even knew she was speaking out to him, but he knew when a woman was about to become hysterical and she was damn close. “Sally, look at me!”
Those gorgeous blue eyes flew up at him almost pleading in the way they searched his for answers. “Sally Mercy, your friend isn’t here.” He hoped stating the obvious would bring the girl back to him, she seemed as if she slipped away from him at that moment and he feared what that might do to both of them. He remembered how devastated McFarlain had been when Angie appeared to have left him, her body was here but if you looked, Levi remembered thinking how she wasn’t there anymore, he couldn’t stand it if that happened to this beautiful woman.
“You said she came back, Sally. When did she come back?” He could see her trying to focus on his words and ground his teeth down not to reach out and pull her into his arms.
He tried to keep his voice gentle. “Tell me Sally, what did you mean?”
“She came back to be with Striker, for the baby. She said she had to come back for their baby.” Sally looked over at her jeans wondering if Angie’s note was still in them, before she could say anything Levi got up and went over to her clothes and started rummaging through her pockets until he pulled out Angie’s letter.
The look on his face as he started reading prevented Sally from saying anything more. The destruction that flashed through those soft, coffee colored eyes said it all. Did this man love Angie too? Sally knew how attractive men were concerning her friend and never had Sally been jealous of Angie, but at that moment she felt the fire in her gut flare because of this man. This one man could have come between their friendship, it was a hard fact for Sally to admit to herself.
When he finished reading the letter, he folded it back up and placed it back in her pocket before turning to face her.
“She came back?”
His question sounded hollow as if he were missing something and needed her to tell him, “She did as far as I know. I thought you said she was gone, that Striker…?”
“Striker came and took her from here.” Levi wondered if he should tell this woman, this friend of Angie McFarlain’s that Angie was gone long before the Indian she loved came for her. The letter’s words burned in his head, she spoke of traveling back in time. Levi remembered the woman that had a spirit like no other and his gaze flew back to the woman now lying in her bed.
“…I’m not sure about that Levi.”
“Where are you from Sally Mercy? What time did you come from?” His questions came out harsher than he would have liked but he wouldn’t take them back. He wanted answers that only she could give him. Michael was out looking for his brother, who went searching for this woman’s friend. If Levi could believe what was happening he figured only Sally Mercy could give the answers. “What was the year when you left Sally Mercy?”
Her mouth opened to answer and snapped shut. Sally suddenly feared the answer and the look on the man’s face that waited for her to speak it.
She tried to shake her head in denial and earned a groan of pain for her efforts. “Don’t Levi.”
“You know don’t you, Sally. That letter said she traveled back in time, those are her own words to you!”
“Yes, damn it! Angie wrote it. I came here to find her, to prove to myself that she was alright!”
“What date Sally? Tell me the date!”
Her lips quivered but she forced the words out and just seeing the shock on the man’s face gave her own answer. “…so, I’m not in that time anymore, am I Levi?”
His head shook, “No, no you’re not Sally Mercy and I don’t know what to believe at this point.”
Before she could ask him anything more he left the room and her to stare after him. Sally spoke out to the vacant room through quivering lips, “Todo, we aren’t in Kansas anymore…are we?”

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