After lunch, Slade and Sarah took a constitutional along the banks of the Mississippi River, which flowed just outside Highwater, hence the town’s name.
They arrived just in time to catch “The Belle of the Ball,” a massive red and white steamboat, make its way down river. Happy passengers toured the deck, men in suits, ladies in full length dresses carrying parasols.
“I would love to take a journey on one of those one day,” Sarah said.
Most quick witted men would have seen that statement as an “in” to slip in an offer to take Sarah on a boat ride. Slade, on the other hand, just grunted.
Sarah took Slade’s arm and rested her head on her shoulder. “At the risk of sounding like a ninny I must say I’ve enjoyed the past few days with you, Rain.”
“Mmm hmm,” Slade replied.
“Have you as well?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I love your quiet confidence,” Sarah said. “Jebediah, oh how awful for me to speak ill of the dead, but he was different…”
Slade just kept watching the steamboat go by, its enormous paddle wheel turning around and around.
“…all he ever wanted to do was talk about his feelings, his worries, his burdens. I did my best as is the place of any good wife but it became so tiresome for me.”
Slade wasn’t sure he liked what he was hearing.
“Men really should be the rock that women lean on, shouldn’t they?” Sarah asked. “All that emotion, so unmanly, don’t you think?”
“Uh huh.”
Slade didn’t mean that “uh huh.” He found himself missing Miss Bonnie more than ever. Deep within his heart, a battle began, between his love for the only woman he was able to drop the macho man act around, and the woman who wanted that macho man. Miss Bonnie took him as he actually was, Sarah was enchanted by the brave face he put on.
But Sarah was there and as the old saying goes, a bird in the hand…
“What are your intentions?” Sarah asked.
“Huh?”
“Rain I know we’ve only just met but time passes by so quickly,” Sarah said. “My child birthing years will soon be behind me, and it is rather unseemly for us to be seen carrying on around town without…”
Slade raised a quizzical brow. Sarah took her arm back.
“Perhaps I’m pushing too hard,” Sarah said. “It’s just that…I’m not a hussy, Rain. Handholding, picnicking…”
Sarah looked around to check if there was anyone listening in. Seeing no one, she whispered, “I’ve seen you shirtless!”
“All these things should mean something,” she continued. “I wouldn’t do them with just any man.”
“Uh huh.”
Sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Whether its gunslinging or romance, there’s no room for hesitation.
Slade got down on one knee, took Sarah’s hand into his and what came next wasn’t exactly the most theilling proposal ever made, but it got the job done.
“Will ya’?”
Sarah’s eyes welled up. “Yes!”
Overcome with joy, she wrapped herself around Slade, smothering him with kisses, an act she quickly recoiled from.
“We shouldn’t be kissing outside of marriage,” she said. Then after a pause, she pressed her lips against Slade’s for more. “Lord, forgive me just this once.”
They found a rock and sat down. They kissed awhile longer then Sarah began laying out all her plans for the future. The wedding, the children, everything.
“We’ll need a ring to make this official,” she said.
“I got one,” Slade replied, thinking about the ring he once intended for Miss Bonnie. Now it was just gathering dust in his desk drawer back at the Marshal’s office.
Slade ran his off the cuff decision through his head. Was he an idiot? Had he just ruined any chance of ever being with Miss Bonnie or was he smart to shore up a sure thing rather than hold out for a long shot? He did feel affection toward Sarah, but he wasn’t sure if it was love or just appreciation for a woman making it clear she loved him.
The Marshal’s concentration was shot by the blaring of a train whistle. From his vantage point, he could see a locomotive chugging in over the Sturtevant Bridge, pulling a long line of cars behind it.
Emblazoned on the side of each car in bold black letters was one word. “LEGION.”
The door of one of the cars rolled open. Three men cracked open one barrel after another, dumping a steady stream of red liquid straight into the Mississippi.
Sarah was too busy dreaming to pay attention. She missed the whole spectacle.
“If it’s a boy, I’ve always been partial to ‘William.’ What do you think?”
“Huh?”
Sarah kissed Rain again. “You’re overwhelmed, aren’t you?”
“Something like that,” Rain said.
The train headed to Highwater Station. Sarah carried on for awhile longer until Slade interrupted.
“You need to leave your spread for awhile,” he said. “It’s not safe.”
“Not safe?”
“Something’s going on,” Slade explained. “I’m not sure what but I’ve got a bad feeling.”
Sarah grinned and patted Slade’s hand. “You’re incorrigible.”
“What?”
“You’re a man,” Sarah said. “You…desire…what all men desire but we aren’t married yet, Mr. Slade. Unmarried men and women living together under the same roof would be an abomination in the Lord’s eyes.”
“It’s not that,” Slade said. “There really is…”
Sarah put a finger up against Slade’s lips. “Shhh. I won’t have it. Not another word. Our special day will arrive soon enough and we will get together between the bedsheet and…”
Sarah’s face turned red. “It’s very inappropriate to talk about this.”
Slade felt the situation called for more words than he usually spared. “I’m not talking about that at all. Something sinister is in the works and…wait. Bedsheet?”
“Marriage is until death but there is an interpretation of the good book that indicates that…this is so embarrassing.”
Now Slade wanted to know more than ever.
“That my sinful parts still belong to Jebediah, but the Lord will always approve of a married couple engaging in sexual congress for the purpose of procreation…”
There was a momentary lapse in Slade’s cool demeanor. “Will you spit it out already?!”
Sarah bit her upper lip. “Hence, a hole in a bedsheet.”
Slade felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. A little voice in his head told him to back out of the proposal. Did he really want to limit himself to sex through a hole in a bedsheet for the rest of his life?
But then again, another voice in his head reminded him that sex through a hole in a bedsheet, bland as it sounded, would still be a lot more interesting than the zero activity happening in his boudoir at present.
He went with that voice.
“You’re displeased?” Sarah asked.
“No,” Slade replied.
Sarah’s head was back on Slade’s shoulder. “Such a wonderful man.”
Call it a failure to prioritize, but Slade became so focused on the bedsheet issue to insist any further that Sarah stay in town.
He sucked it up. Maybe in a few years he’d be able to talk her down to a hole in a pillowcase.
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So post civil war every lady wore a full length dress.you might add a flounce or other “dressy” element.
Rested her head on his shoulder?
The failure to prioritize sentence needs some work. He’s either too focused to..or is he’s so focused you need some more words to smooth the flow.
Do people know that though?
Readers of westerns certainly do. I suppose it feels like a reasonable level of knowledge provided by hollywood at the very least. LOL
Hmm I see your point I’m just not sure how else to put the image of a steamboat full of people in old timey garb.
google some pictures of post civil war women’s wear and describe it.
Great chapter 🙂 I know the cost of your average fantasy blockbuster these days would be $100 million and beyond, I always wondered what the price tag of this Zombie series would be If anybody which included one of your 3.5 readers (If one of them was a film producer of course) expressed interest in adapting it into a movie? As for me, I can’t because I am not a film producer, but just a playful thought 🙂 Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
Tough one. It probably would cost a lot and one problem is people aren’t into historical movies.
Doesn’t seem to matter the twist. Put in Aliens like Cowboys and Aliens and people yawn. Hopefully zombies turn it around
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A lot of things happening here.
1) I wanted to show that Highwater is near the Mississippi River. And near a railroad bridge that crosses it. And that Legion is a railroad company that sends trains over the bridge.
(SPOILER – have you figured it out yet that Blythe is in town to oversee a zombie shipment across the Mississippi on its way to attack the East?)
2) I’m going to take out the part where they dump red liquid into the water. I was basically going to later go into a whole thing where they poison the water supply so everyone becomes a zombie but it seemed like it’d just be a new direction.
3) Slade proposes. Too early? Yes. But I don’t think people dicked around back then like they do now. I’m a man. You’re a woman. We like each other, let’s get married. You didn’t have to do this whole song and dance routine where you have to pretend to be a platonic friend for a million years before you can ask her out for a chili cheeseburger or some shit and even then it’s at least 500 dates before you can ask her anything more personal than what she thinks about the weather.
4) The bedsheet thing. I don’t know about you – I thought it was funny.
Look, just throwing it out there, you could make an argument that Slade should just tell Bonnie to get lost. She’s a prostitute and she rejected him and Sarah’s a nice, wholesome woman who didn’t hesitate to go after him.
But, she’s interpreted the bible to mean all her uh various lady parts still belong to her dead husband, thus only sex through a hole in a bedsheet is allowed.
I said pillowcase up here. I have to change that to bedsheet.
Sure, make fun, but that’s how the Amish do it. Or is it the Orthodox Jewish people? I don’t know.
It’s one of those things that you know – a thing that upsets you that seems like a deal breaker that you find out AFTER you’ve agreed to be with the person.
That’s why I say every first date should be like a job interview where everyone just lays their shit out on the table to see if it stinks.
And I even leave room for the possibility this isn’t that terrible. Hell sex through a bedsheet is better than none at all, right?
But yes – long story short, remember how I said the challenge was Bonnie and Sarah both have their good qualities and it’ll be hard for Slade to choose?
This will be Slade’s sticking point. Poor Slade.