Peril on the Oregon Trail E-Book

Billy Hall

• Herausgeber: Robert Hale
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Hannah Henford, travelling West from Ohio with her family aboard a steamer on the Missouri River, meets the reticent Andrew Callahan, a young man also following the trail towards Oregon. The boat docks and during the next part of the journey, the strong and broad-shouldered Andrew captures the heart of Hannah with his bravery, and the two become close. Jeremiah Smith, a mysterious and adventurous mountain man, discovers Hannah alone and takes her deep into the open in search of wild turkeys. Hannah cannot help but be charmed by Jeremiah, but he may not be all that he seems. In Arapaho territory, Andrew will be needed again: he will face peril in pursuit of Hannah; he will face Peril on the Oregon Trail.

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Peril on the Oregon Trail

Hannah Henford, travelling West from Ohio with her family aboard a steamer on the Missouri River, meets the reticent Andrew Callahan, a young man also following the trail towards Oregon. The boat docks and during the next part of the journey, the strong and broad-shouldered Andrew captures the heart of Hannah with his bravery, and the two become close.

Jeremiah Smith, a mysterious and adventurous mountain man, discovers Hannah alone and takes her deep into the open in search of wild turkeys. Hannah cannot help but be charmed by Jeremiah, but he may not be all that he seems.

In Arapaho territory, Andrew will be needed again: he will face peril in pursuit of Hannah; he will face Peril on the Oregon Trail.

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Peril on the Oregon Trail

Billy Hall

© Billy Hall 2016

First published in Great Britain 2016

ISBN 978-0-7198-2134-9

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CHAPTER 1

Hannah swallowed so hard it hurt her throat. Words scrambled together in a hopeless tangle in her mind, refusing to straighten out enough to escape her mouth. It was just not possible! Her parents were actually, seriously talking of leaving? Just picking up and leaving everything she knew, everything they had worked for, everything her future held? It was unthinkable! Beyond unthinkable!

The Ohio farm was small, but fertile. Wilbur Henford, her father, had done well with it. The crops were adequate, if not bountiful. His barn and fences were always kept well mended. The neighbors were agreeable. They had the necessities of life. In fact, they were quite comfortable. Why even think of leaving here?

‘Will’s growing up,’ her father explained, his voice carefully patient. ‘He’s going to be wanting to set out on his own in a few years. Most of the land around here is long since taken up. We don’t have any part of the means to just out-and-out buy land to expand the farm.’

‘It wouldn’t have to be right next to ours.’

‘That’s another good point,’ her father went on. ‘What do you mean by “ours”?’ You don’t expect to sit home and be an old maid, helping with your parents’ farm your whole life, do you?’

‘At least I don’t think that’s what Ethan has in mind,’ young Will interjected, his mischievous eyes twinkling.

Hannah flushed bright red. ‘Will, keep your mouth shut. I’m not that serious about Ethan anyway.’

‘Well, he’s that serious about you.’ Will grinned. ‘He’s plannin’ on findin’ a way to buy old man Higgins’s place when he’s too old to farm it, seein’ as how they ain’t got no kids. Bud Higgins ain’t getting’ no younger, so that ain’t gonna be long.’

‘But … but … but what will we do with this place?’

‘Lewis Lowenthal has already offered to buy us out. For a pretty fair price, actually.’

‘But Oregon seems so terribly far away,’ Frances’s voice was wistful.

‘It’s a far piece, to be sure, Fannie,’ her husband agreed. ‘Pertnear two thousand miles from here. But with a good start it’s easily made in one summer. And there’s land a-plenty there. Good land. Better’n what we got here, even. And it can be had for a song or for nothin’ at all, now. We can snap up enough land to have all we’ll want for as long as we want it.’

‘But … but there’s our cows and the horses and the pigs,’ Hannah objected.

‘We’ll take our livestock with us. They’ll trail along just fine. Even pigs keep up with a wagon train just fine, they tell me. We’ll just pull up stakes and move, lock, stock and barrel.’

‘Even my chickens?’ Frances demanded, seeming to think of them for the first time.

‘Even your chickens,’ her husband assured her. ‘Especially your chickens, in fact. On the way, and after we get there, there’ll be a premium on chickens and eggs both. You’ll be able to do a lot better than pin money with them.’

The conversation quickly moved from ‘whether’ to ‘when,’ as if it had all been decided before Hannah was even consulted.

The next month was chaotic at best. Wilbur bartered for an excellent Conestoga wagon, with three extra wheels and one extra axle for both front and back. It was made by one of the best wagonwrights in the county. It was fitted with a false floor, beneath which they concealed the small trove of valuables that they prized. It was amazing how much furniture and boxed goods they could load into the conveyance, and still have room to sleep during bad weather. And the main body of the wagon was completely waterproof, so it would float when they forded rivers!

Wilbur also traded for four more head of oxen, larger than those they already owned, so he could spell the teams all the way westward. He had an extra box slung beneath the wagon for many bushels of oats to augment their feed when it became necessary. He had no intention of being among those who fell by the wayside for lack of foresight and good planning.

Close to the end of that month it seemed as if the family could talk of nothing else around the table. Suddenly unable to contain herself any longer, Hannah fled through the door. She ran all the way over the hill, across the small creek, and up the broad valley to the Landry farm. Ethan saw her coming and ran to meet her. They locked in a long embrace with her trembling in his arms.

‘Feels like the time for you to leave is comin’ up way too fast,’ he guessed.

‘It seems like just yesterday when they first mentioned it. Now we’re almost ready to leave!’

‘They didn’t give you much time to get used to the idea. I wondered when they’d finally get around to tellin’ you,’ Ethan commiserated as her trembling slowed.

‘You knew before I did?’

‘Yeah. I’ve knowed for a month or so longer ’n you have, I guess. They didn’t want me sayin’ nothin’, though, till they was sure.’

‘You knew, and you didn’t say anything to me?’

‘They asked me not to.’

‘But you knew I’d want to know. I had a right to know. How could you do that?’

He looked at her, lost for an answer.

‘How could you know something that important and not say a word?’ she continued to demand. ‘Do you think that’s honest, to talk with me almost every day and just keep your mouth shut? Isn’t that just the same as lying?’

‘No, it ain’t lyin’ at all, if I don’t say nothin’. Nobody tells everything they know.’ He tried to wrap his arms around her again, but she twisted away from him.

‘How could you do that?’ she demanded again. ‘If you truly loved me, you’d never keep something like that away from me.’

‘But I do love you.’

‘Well, I guess you’re just going to have to get over it. We’re leaving for Oregon in just over a week.’

‘That don’t mean it’s over between us,’ Ethan protested instantly. ‘I’ve been thinking about this. There’s wagon trains gettin’ organized every year. I can find one that’s just formin’ up and get myself a spot in it, and I can come next year. We’ll only be apart for a year, then we can start out together, out in Oregon. A brand new start, for a brand new couple, in a brand new land’

Hannah folded her arms across her chest. ‘That sounds awfully cut and dried. Especially for two people that don’t even have any kind of understanding between them.’

‘But I thought we did … we do, I mean. I mean … I love you. You love me too, don’t you?’

‘Loving you and agreeing to be a couple, like we were engaged or something, are two different things, Ethan Landry.’

He stared at her, fumbling for words. ‘But … but we could make it official. We can do that right now, Hannah. Hannah Henford, will you marry me?’

‘Ethan, that’s not fair. It’s not a decent time or situation to even ask a question like that. Besides, when somebody asks me that, I want it to be romantic and deliberate, not just to win an argument standing out here beside … beside the corral, in a field of cow-pies, with a goat nuzzling me.’

Ethan swatted the goat, sending it on its way. Hannah was less than impressed.

‘Oh, so that’s all there is to it. Get rid of the goat and then it’ll be all romantic! Well, you’ve got a lot to learn, Ethan, and I guess you’re just going to have to learn it from someone besides me.’

She whirled and ran back toward her own house. Ethan called after her twice, but did not pursue her.

CHAPTER 2

A broad shoulder jostled her aside. There was no apology, no acknowledgement of any breach of etiquette. It was just a normal part of being on the overcrowded street of Independence, Missouri. It had been a long winter, with the congestion worsening daily as spring approached. She ignored it.

A crude hand took advantage of the closely packed throng to slide indecently along her left hip. She reacted with an instant elbow aimed at the offender. He merely chuckled as he faded away into the mass of hurrying bodies.

She uttered a sound as close to an expletive as she was likely to verbalize. Her father glanced aside at her.