Julie recovered quickly from her brush with death. She hadn’t suffered any permanent damage, although her pride was sorely bruised. The day after her ordeal, she felt good enough to be up and joined the men in the front room for games of chess and checkers.
“Sometimes,” Vern began as he lit one of the oil lamps, “I think I’ll be glad when they string electricity this far. Other times, I’m just as glad not to have it to mess with. When the wind picks up past twenty knots, the lines blow down anyway, and then you have to dig the lamps back out.”
“Yeah,” August agreed as he moved his bishop to threaten Sam’s queen, “but staying at the hotel in Nome sure spoils a fellow.”
“When did you stay at the hotel in Nome?” Julie asked curiously. “I can’t imagine either one of you leaving the dogs long enough.”
“It was something your mother wanted to do,” Vern answered.
Julie looked up from the table. “Mother? She always seemed to enjoy it here. I never heard her mention a preference for life in Nome.”
“Oh, she wasn’t partial to Nome. It was just that she knew we’d never lived in a place with electricity or telephone.”
“Well, I’ll be,” Julie said as she shook her head. “I never would have thought it.”
“I never would’ve thought an old sourdough like you would have forgotten how to take care of herself in the snow, either,” Vern said as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Julie, you can’t be out there on the trail without paying attention to your surroundings.”
“Nor to the survival skills that you’ve no doubt known all of your life,” Sam added.
Julie felt as though she were a small child being taken to task. “I know I was foolish. I’ve readily admitted it, and I’ve even taken to reading some of Grandfather’s books about surviving in the North,” Julie said, alluding to books that her mother’s father had brought with his family during the gold rush.
“Books can’t teach you everything. Besides, you’ve lived it almost all your life. You need to sit back and pay attention for your own good,” Vern said seriously, adding, “August and I will work on your memory.”
Julie smiled and jumped three of her father’s checkers. “Crown me.”
The day passed pleasantly, and as long as they sat in her father and brother’s company, Julie didn’t feel uncomfortable around Sam. She even enjoyed hearing about his exploits. Sometimes his stories involved August, and Julie shook her head in disbelief.
“I’m amazed that August never brought you home before I left for the outside,” Julie stated, calling the lower forty-eight by the term used by most people in the northern territories. She remembered the five years she’d listened to people in Seattle call Alaska “the frozen North” or “Seward’s icebox.” Julie just called it “home” and longed for it with all her heart.
“And I suppose that’s as much a reason as any,” August was saying as Julie stared blankly into space.
“Uh, sorry,” Julie said as she cleared her thoughts. “What were you saying?”
“You asked why Sam had never come home with me,” August replied.
“And?” Julie questioned over Vern and Sam’s chuckles.
“And, I told you. Sam was working a claim that took all of his energy. He didn’t dare leave it unoccupied.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “I was fortunate to have August’s help. I don’t think I left the claim for the first three years.”
“Do you still work it?” Julie asked, suddenly realizing that she knew very little about Sam’s current life.
“No,” Sam replied as he put August in check. “I sold the claim to the Hammon Consolidated Gold Fields. Mr. Summers, the superintendent, came out to offer me an impressive amount of money for the claim. I’d already made plenty off the mine and was thinking of selling anyway. By the time we’d finished settling, I had more money in the bank than I’d ever need to use.”
“You could’ve sent it to your sisters,” Julie said innocently.
Sam’s brow wrinkled and behind his beard stubble, Julie could see him grit his teeth. “They’re dead.”
“Both of them?” she questioned.
“Yes,” Sam replied sadly. “My youngest sister was killed in an accident, and my older sister died during the influenza epidemic.”
“How awful,” Julie replied.
“We lost an awful lot of folks up here as well,” August said as he conceded defeat to Sam. “Especially the Eskimos and Indians. They can’t stand up to some of the diseases that accompanied the white man north.”
Sam nodded and began to reset the chess board. “I know. I remember reading in the Nome Nugget that the influenza epidemic left more than ninety-one flu orphans.”
“That’s true,” Julie replied, remembering the awful time. “Poor things. Some of them are still quite young.”
“It’s always amazing who lives and who dies in a situation like that,” Sam said, sitting back. “I always wonder what God’s overall plan is when I see a family of youngsters left without their folks.”
“Me, too,” Julie agreed. “And I have a real hard time when children are the victims of sickness. I’ve had to nurse dying children,” she added, remembering her days in the Seattle hospital. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” Her words sobered the atmosphere considerably.
“Yet,” Vern finally spoke, “we have to trust God’s wisdom. He always knows best. I know when your mother was dying, she kept reminding me of Job and how much he endured. ‘Curse God and die,’ Job’s wife told him. Agneta used that example whenever I grumbled too much about the injustice of her condition. She loved to remember Job’s patience and strength whenever her own gave way to the sickness. Her favorite verse was Job 13:15: ‘Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.’ I admired her loyalty. It strengthened my faith.”
“I can well imagine,” Sam said with a thoughtful look toward Julie. “A woman of strong faith is one to be cherished. I don’t think God intended for any man to live alone.”
“You know,” Vern said as Julie won the checkers game, “I believe the Bible says that two are better than one.”
Sam nodded. “It sure does. It’s in Ecclesiastes. Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour.”
“ ‘For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.’ ” Julie recited the verse from somewhere in her memory.
Vern reached for his Bible and flipped through its pages to Ecclesiastes four. He continued reading from verse eleven. “ ‘Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?’ ” Julie glanced up at Sam and found his eyes on her.
“That’s true,” August added. “I remember times when the weather was like this, and Ma would put us all together in bed with you and her.”
“I remember that, too,” Julie said, forgetting about Sam’s fixed stare. “I loved it. I always felt safe and warm. It was so hard to leave and go to Seattle. It was like you were all here together in one safe haven, and suddenly I was left out.”
“You were never left out,” August said with a smile. “Ma always remembered you in prayers, and Pa talked about you constantly.”
Vern nodded and reached across to affectionately squeeze Julie’s shoulder. “That’s true. Even in Seattle, you were an important part of our family. Almost as if you were never separated from us.”
“That’s sure not how it felt in Washington,” Julie responded. Forgetting about Sam and how he might perceive her, Julie continued. “I remember watching Nome disappear as we steamed to the south. I wanted to jump overboard and come home. I was so lonely. School left so little time for any kind of social life, and I didn’t get to attend church regularly because of my hospital duties.” Julie needed to say more, but it was difficult to continue, so she fell silent.
“Didn’t you have any friends among the other students?” Vern asked.
Julie thought for a moment. “I suppose there were one or two whom I felt comfortable with. We studied together and often worked together, but it wasn’t like having a real friend. I suppose that’s my own fault, though. I didn’t want to be close to anyone.”
“Why was that?” Sam asked.
“I guess I was worried about having ties in Seattle. I didn’t want anything to hamper my homecoming. I suppose I created my own prison.”
“Oftentimes we do,” Vern said as he closed his Bible. “Everyone is different, and how they handle their fears varies. I wish I could have saved you the loneliness.”
“Truth is,” Julie said without thinking, “I still feel empty at times. I have my faith in God and my family, but, well…” She paused for a moment. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just anxious to be at my job.” Getting to her feet, Julie was just as anxious to drop the subject. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, tomorrow is October twelfth and that means it’s August’s birthday. I’m going to see what I can whip up in the kitchen.”
August grinned. “I figured everybody would forget.”
“Just why do you think I braved the weather to come this way?” Sam said and laughed. “Besides, why do you think I let you win at chess yesterday?”
“Well, if it was a birthday present, you should have let me win today as well. I’m a bit humbled by the entire experience,” August said as he got up, stretched, and looked at his watch. “I guess I’d better go check on the dogs.”
“That’d be a good idea,” Vern said. “Let’s go.”
“I’ll lend you a hand,” Sam offered.
“No.” Vern waved him off. “Somebody has to keep an eye on her,” he said, pointing at Julie.
“Me?” Julie questioned as she pointed to herself. “I don’t need a keeper. I’ll be just fine. I promise to behave myself and stay in the kitchen.”
Vern smiled at his daughter. “I’d feel better if Sam kept an eye on you.”
Julie rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders before she let the men go. Who is going to keep an eye on Sam? she wondered.
By the time the sun began to set, the weather had calmed, and the temperature had risen significantly. The silence left in the wake of the roaring wind was unsettling.
Julie bundled up against the cold and waved off her father’s protests. “I’m just going outside to look things over. There’s no wind, no snow, and I’d best get used to the elements. I have a job to report to in little over a week,” she said, more harshly than she’d intended.
Vern nodded. “I can’t help worrying. I love you, Jewels.”
Julie’s expression softened as she reached out to put a reassuring hand on Vern’s arm. “I love you, too, Papa. Please don’t worry. I was very foolish the other day. I realize my mistake, and I won’t make it again.”
Vern embraced his daughter momentarily and then opened the back door for her. “Have fun,” he said. Julie knew it was his way of giving her his blessing and confidence.
Julie walked out into the darkness. She turned back and saw the cheery glow of light shining from the house. Out on the nursing trail, there would only be the lighted windows of strangers to look forward to. Was she doing the right thing? Was she really cut out for the solitary existence her job required?
“You’re mighty deep in thought,” Sam said as he came from somewhere out of the blackness.
“I was just thinking about my work.”
“Apprehensive?” Sam questioned.
Julie looked rather quizzically at Sam. “How did you know?”
“Just something I felt.”
“Well,” Julie continued before Sam could get personal, “I’m sure everyone has second thoughts. I’m just settling mine, that’s all. How about you? What brings you out tonight?”
“I just bought two new dogs from your father. We staked them out with my team this afternoon, and I was checking up on them. They fit right in,” Sam said as he moved closer to Julie. “I figure we’ll leave sometime in the morning.”
“Oh, so soon?” Julie questioned.
“Disappointed?” Sam asked with a grin.
Julie moved away from Sam and noticed the sky. “Look!”
Overhead, the sky filled with pulsating light. Green, pink, and white lights streaked the night blackness, and the heavens exploded with northern lights.
“The aurora,” Sam said as he came to stand directly behind Julie.
“I’d nearly forgotten,” Julie said. She felt a trembling in her body at the nearness of Sam.
For a long time neither Julie nor Sam said a word. They watched the dancing lights as the colors faded, then radiated and grew brilliant again. The stillness of the windless night made the cold easily tolerated, but Sam moved closer to block the chill from Julie’s back.
Julie decided she had to deal with Sam. He wasn’t going to go away, and even though he planned to leave the next morning, it was necessary to tell him exactly where she stood.
“Sam,” Julie said as she turned to face him. She hadn’t realized just how close he was. Sam reached out and quickly pulled Julie into his arms. “Wait just a minute,” Julie protested. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Oh, yes, I can, and I intend to do it often after we’re married,” Sam said, refusing to let Julie loose.
“Married? I’m not going to—” Her words fell into silence as Sam lowered his mouth to hers. Julie expected the same brief type of kiss Sam had given her in the kitchen, but instead his mouth was firmly fixed on hers in a deeply passionate kiss. Julie had set out to concentrate on not responding, but easily lost that thought as Sam aroused feelings inside her that Julie had never known existed. Giving in, Julie allowed Sam to pull her tightly to his chest as her arms went around his neck.
When Sam pulled back, Julie felt herself gasp for air. “You’ll never stop feeling lonely until you give in to your heart and marry me. Remember, two are better than one,” Sam whispered.
“But I prayed about working as a nurse. I know it’s my destiny.” Julie forced the words from her muddled mind.
“And you are mine,” Sam said before silencing Julie’s protests with his mouth.