Sumner wasn’t mad...he was furious. From his vantage point he witnessed his wife in the arms of another! He saw plainly the officer who pulled her down from the wagon. Even from the distance, he recognized the look the officer gave her.
He wanted nothing more than to call out the offender. How dare he insult Jane in that manner or was it that he was mad with himself for not being with her? He needed to calm down.
He felt Israel place a hand on his shoulder and motion him forward to a raised mound of earth. Bending down, Israel opened a buried door.
Long ago when the house was built, the threat of Indian attacks had led to creating an alternate route of escape. Tonight, though, it led to his wife. He looked around.
Luck was with him, all the soldier seemed to be outside waiting. Good! He leaned down and followed his friend.
Quietly, Sumner made his way through the tunnel into the basement of the old house. Walking up the stairs, he waited until Israel signaled him and then entered the kitchen, keeping low from the window.
The door to the adjoining room remained open. Israel had arranged with Donia, the housekeeper, access to the main house for the night. Crawling across the floor to the vacant room, Sumner stood back up to his full height.
Adrenaline ran through his blood, for only feet outside the house soldiers searched for him. If they came inside the house, there would be no escape, but he was willing to take the chance to see Jane.
The quaint room sat in darkness. Impatience played on his nerves. Why did he not go upstairs and tell her himself? No...it was too dangerous. Then a sudden fear developed within him. What if she wanted him no more? What if she couldn’t take the mess he had thrown her into?
A light patter upon the wooden floor made him turn. Standing in the doorway was the one he had dreamed of since he had left her weeks earlier. Her face flushed, but glowed with a smile that brightened the dark room. Before her next breath, he had her in his arms.
Neither said a word, but responded to each other’s touch. With reluctance, he broke from her, but held tight to her hand.
“Come. Let us go where we can talk without fear of being found,” he whispered, pointing to the hall floor. “Under the rug is a hatch. I will go and lift it.”
Israel stood guard at the door and gestured to Sumner it was safe. Easing over carefully, Sumner held the hatch up while Jane tentatively descended into the hidden cellar. He followed. Firmly, he shut the hatch and listened for Israel to cover it with the rug and table. A slight boot kick from above signaled all clear.
Sumner straightened himself to full height at the bottom of the steps. He found Jane staring at him in disbelief. Her eyes sparkled, giving light to the dark, dank cellar. The small lantern in the corner cast its glow toward the tunnel outside, but suddenly he had no desire to move from the spot they stood.
He had told himself it would be enough to see her...talk to her. Now, though, it changed. His senses dictated by a need to have her. Foolish. Outside, British sentries patrolled. Though, he reasoned Israel guarded the door. He had his beloved in his arms...his very desirable wife.
His yearning overwhelmed his good sense. He wheeled her into an embrace, pushing her back against the damp wall. Those beautiful eyes looked back at him and reflected her own need. She kissed him,
His lips locked upon hers with an urgency understood by both. A dark primal instinct ignited. His hands ran over her body. Pushing back the edge of her bodice, he freed her round, perfect breasts. Instantly, his mouth clamped on her breast. His hands pulled up her skirt as he opened his pants and lifted her on his hardened arousal. He felt her as he had never before. He wanted her, needed her...no matter the risk or consequence.
Her gasps only served to encourage the onslaught on her body. Her dampness told she wanted this as his hot pressure thrusted into her. She responded with her own feral desire for the stolen moment. Her lips placed wild kisses along his shoulder and neck; clawing grips on his back.
Desperate now, he thrust deeper. A small whimpering sound of need escaped her. In defiance of the bounds placed upon them, he filled her. Tremors quaked and spread like wildfire with the power of their passion beckoning them onward.
She grasped him like a mad woman. The rhythm of their bodies spun into ecstasy, higher and higher, spiraling into a world of answered pleasure and need.
Neither moved and remained joined, holding onto the moment for every blessed second allowed. Finally, he pushed her disheveled hair off her face and whispered, “I love you, Jane Meador.”
He watched her smile at the use of her name, the name he had given to her. Unable to find her voice, she mouthed the words. “I love you.”
They stood there in silence, afraid, perchance, that all would change. His hand ran through her hair. They didn’t have much time. He had so much to say, and he couldn’t as they were now.
“Dress and we will talk,” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded and slowly withdrew from his arms. He pulled his pants up, but his eyes remained upon her. She glanced up and smiled. He helped her straighten out her gown.
Taking her hand, he led her to the tunnel leading away from the house. They exited into the woods. Looking back over their shoulders, they watched the British soldiers patrolling the grounds around the house.
“Come,” he said. He had no desire to be seen.
The silence continued until they came to a clearing. Then, Sumner turned her to him and once more had her in his embrace.
“God, I have missed you, woman.” He ran his hand tenderly over her face and kissed her again. “I have been so worried. You don’t know how much I love you. You have been continuously in my thoughts.”
“Always,” Jane replied.
“Are you all right? Are you safe? A thousand thoughts have run through my mind. I wanted you within my home.”
“I have tried to do my best, Sumner. You didn’t tell me what I was going to face. Elm Bluff is a huge plantation. I thought you a simple mountain man. I....” She hesitated. “I don’t do well in society, Sumner. I’m afraid I’m a simple country girl. I hope....”
“You have done admirably, I have heard. My brave, courageous wife,” he said, kissing her again. “It is worse than I thought when I sent you here. It may be that I should send you to England....”
“No,” she said with a firm tone. “This is your home, which now is mine. We won’t run. Caleb loves it so.”
“I saw him this afternoon when you called for him. He’s grown so. I want to see him also, but I’m afraid if it becomes known of my appearance it will make it worse for you.”
“He likes to fish at the river’s edge. Israel takes him often. You might not be able to tell him you are his father, Sumner, but you may find you can see him. He idolizes you so. At times it is the only way to get him to do what I want.”
“He shouldn’t be like that....”
Her smile widened. “He is his father’s son, Sumner.”
“I want you safe without issue, Jane. I wasn’t expecting Bloody Benny to follow you. I heard everything.”
Her eyes broke from his. Sumner reached for her, bringing her face up to his. “I will write to my sister—”
“No,” she responded emphatically. “I won’t run from my home again by the threat of terror. General Durham has ordered him directly to stay away. And then Joseph has—”
His body tensed. “Joseph. Joseph Williamson. Benny’s brother? Who is he? Is this the one you nursed back to health?”
She said nothing. Her chest heaved, breaking her gaze from him. She turned from him. He gripped her arm, swirling her back to him. Reluctantly, she nodded.
Sudden jealousy gripped his soul, edging into his voice. “What is he to you?”
“I told you that my family had aided Bloody Benny’s brother? It was he,” she said in a faint voice. She hesitated, the words caught in her throat. Finally, she said, “Before the raid, we were to be married.”
He released her...his angry grew into fury. “Don’t tell me he is the one that brought you here tonight!”
“How...would you know of that? But, yes, he sits upon the porch awaiting my return.”
“How could you, Jane...”
“Stop!” she cried. “Don’t look upon me in that manner! I haven’t been untrue. I didn’t tell you, because it didn’t matter. I thought I would never see Joseph again. When we were together, my thoughts were on you. I have no feelings for him. All I felt died the day my family was laid into the ground! Do you think I would allow him near me if I had control? Tell me what you want me to do, Sumner, and I will do it. Tell me!”
Sumner wanted to pound something, anything. He walked away from her. All his frustration raged a war inside of him. He turned back to her. Tears flooded her face. She crumbled down unto the ground. His anger dissipated. He sat down beside her and drew her into his arms.
“Don’t...I’m sorry, Jane. It is just...I love you so, and I’m not here. You’re in danger and I fear I can’t protect you in the manner I should. I want you and Caleb safe. Let me send you to my sister’s,” he uttered. “Only till all is over. For after I leave, I fear there may be retaliation and if they figure out I had something to do with—”
“It is hard enough with you not here; to put an ocean between us...I could not bear it.”
“But you would be safe. Caleb doesn’t need this either,” he said, tenderly pushing back her hair.
“Can we not go with you? Sumner, I don’t need a large house. I want only to be close to you.”
“You can’t, Jane. I wish, too....” He sighed with a heavy heart. “I have to go now. And you have to return. I want none to suspect, but I won’t leave without seeing you again. Go with Caleb fishing in the morn and hopefully I will find you, but don’t worry if I can’t.”
She nodded. God, he didn’t want to leave her this way. He pulled her up to her feet into his arms. He kissed her with intensity as if there was no tomorrow.
* * * *
Jane walked slowly back upstairs. She looked in on Widow Hanson, who was sleeping soundly as if she had no cares in the world. Then, she walked over to the window.
How her heart sang on Israel’s announcement that Sumner was down the stairs waiting for her. Now, though, emptiness filled her.
She would soon return to Elm Bluff. She had a need to see Caleb. Her heart ripped apart upon Sumner’s departure. He was reluctant to send her to England for the same reason she was reluctant to go. It would put a whole ocean between them.
How could she explain to Sumner that he had become her life? Jane needed him more than she had even admitted to herself. She wanted his arms around her; she wanted him to protect her. She wanted him here and that wouldn’t happen soon.
Jane watched the soldiers outside, huddled together and laughing—they were the reason Sumner couldn’t be with her. Their mission intent upon capturing Sumner—to hang him. Sumner had risked all to see her. If they had caught him....
Moreover, Bloody Benny loomed over the horizon, ready to seek his revenge. No, Sumner was right. As much as it killed her within, it was safer for all if she took Caleb and went to England.
She brushed off her dress the best she could and frowned. She had stains on her gown and her hair.... Looking in Widow Hanson’s mirror, she pulled it back the best she could and pressed her gown down.
One more glance. She nodded. At least, she was presentable. Hoping only no one noticed her puffy reddened eyes, she walked down the stairs.
* * * *
Driving the wagon back to Elm Bluff, Joseph sat in silence. He kept glancing over at Jane. There was something about her that was different. Then comprehension sank deep within him.
Jane was clearly upset. He said nothing. He didn’t have to ask; he knew the reason why.
Pulling the wagon to a halt at the front entrance, he watched her run up the stairs without looking back. He entered at a slow pace himself and walked into the study. Colonel Leckie sat behind the desk, raising his head on Joseph’s appearance.
“Sumner is here,” Joseph said, his voice resonating within the room. He pushed back the chair with such force that it broke against the wall. “I can’t believe we sat outside! Damnit! I should have known.”
“Are you sure?” Colonel Leckie rose and walked around the desk. “Did you not check the entire house? Everyone was outside?”
“Of course, we did, except it didn’t cross my mind at the time. Houses built at that time put in a means to escape in case of an Indian attack. I will bet anything this house has one!”
“You have me confused, Joseph. I don’t understand. If you heard something, saw something why didn’t you...”
“React? Because it didn’t become apparent until Jane came down the stairs. Her dress crumpled with stains that weren’t there before. Her disheveled hair, but it her eyes that betrayed her! She had been crying.”
“I will send men out to check the area immediately, and I will go see the General. He won’t be happy if you’re correct, Joseph. He suspected as much.”
“If Sumner’s around, I will find him,” Joseph stated as a fact not in question.