During those five days when Shannon chose to remain in her room, Mattilu brought her meals, saw to the cleaning of her room, assisted with her baths, took care of her laundry, exchanged genial banter, prevented Molly’s visits, and delivered reading material. It was the newspapers that distressed Shannon. Not only was the news grim, but she realized that Blane had been withholding alarming facts from her.
Rebel agents had captured letters, Northern newspapers, and telegraph missives and had intercepted messages that the papers printed for all Southerners to read, knowing such quotes would inspire more courage and determination to battle such grisly foes and to win the war. After reading such pieces, words such as truce, peace, compromise, or surrender were soon forgotten by provoked and embittered Southerners, even those who had grown weary of the fighting and killing.
Shannon was staggered by the grisly facts and shocking orders. Grant was quoted commanding Halleck: “Send everything that can be got to eat out of Virginia, clear and clean as they go, so that the crows flying over it will have to carry their provisions with them.” She read Grant’s message to Sheridan: “Carry off stock of all description, and negroes, so as to prevent further planting. We want the Shenandoah Valley to remain a barren waste.” Was this the price and reality of war? Was this how the North intended to accomplish a peaceful reunion?
Tears filled Shannon’s eyes as she read Sheridan’s response: “I have burned two thousand barns filled with wheat and corn, all the mills in the whole country, destroyed or driven off every animal, even the poultry, that could contribute to human sustenance. Nothing should be left in the Shenandoah but eyes to lament the war.” Shannon wondered how the innocents—women, children, elderly people, the injured—could survive, especially during the freezing winter that was almost upon them.
But it was the horrors in Georgia that terrified and panicked her. That beautiful city of Atlanta had been destroyed—thousands of homes, farms, businesses, buildings…Nothing was left but “smoke and flame!” The Union soldiers were boasting of looting, burning, pillaging, and Heaven only knew what other foul deeds. It distressed her to read of Sherman’s intentions to burn anything he couldn’t use or carry with him. He had boasted, “Instead of the people there furnishing provisions for the Confederate Army, President Davis will have to supply them or they will starve.” How could Lincoln allow such crimes? How could ordinary men commit them?
Sherman’s aide-de-camp, Major Nichols, told how the Georgians—especially women—were vulnerable and defenseless. He said that “the rebel inhabitants are in an agony. The soldiers are as hearty and jolly as men can be.” He spoke of the plundering as “one of the pleasantest excitements of our march.” How could honorable officers allow such cruelties? Order them? How could average men—most with families left behind—turn into such monsters, or be so brutal and heartless? What of the innocents? What of the loyal Unionists, their lives, their families, their homes and properties? What of the desolation and death left behind such a wild rampage? Clearly the Union’s strategy was to devastate the South into surrender—financially, socially, economically, industrially, and murderously.
Shannon’s heart thudded heavily as she continued her reading. Sherman had written to Grant: “I can make Savannah, Charleston, or the mouth of the Chattahoochee. I prefer to march through Georgia, smashing things, to the sea. The utter destruction of its roads, houses, and people will cripple their military resources.” Savannah? she fretted. What of the Confederate treasury at the Hay House in Macon? The munition works in Athens and Augusta? The rescue of Union prisoners at Andersonville? Where would that destroyer head next?
Shannon read about the torpedoing of the Confederate ram Albermarle on the Roanoke River by Lieutenant Cushing. That event had caused fear to race through the area. She read the reports on the upcoming election. Would Lincoln win again? Should he? She found herself delighting in General Lee’s tenacious hold on Richmond and Petersburg. She read of daring battles between Union gunboats and Rebel blockade runners. Curiously, she felt a deep pride over those victories. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t known of the Union’s “win at any and all costs” strategy. Even during wartime, some deeds were evil.
When Mattilu revealed General Bragg’s assignment to the Cape Fear defense, Shannon wondered if she should contact him. If so, how should she behave? What should she say? She was a Union agent! How could she betray another of her father’s friends, knowing how her information might be used by men like Sheridan or Sherman? What if she saw or heard things that should be reported to Blane? Could she? If not, what if he discovered she was concealing facts? She decided it would be better not to uncover information that might divide her loyalties.
If there was one thing that distressed Shannon as much as the atrocities committed by the Union officers and troops, it was the Union’s refusal to exchange or to aid prisoners. Here she was, trying to help her brother escape, when the Confederacy was begging the Union to exchange captured men—if only the wounded or sick! The Confederacy had been trying to take “Christian” care of the Federal prisoners, but supplies and food were desperately low and medicines almost nonexistent. What a horrible choice: to feed and tend one’s own people or the enemy’s?
President Davis was deeply concerned over his inability to provide the captives with proper care, food, clothing, shelter, and medicines. In 1853, he had been the United States Secretary of War. He had loved this country and had fought for her during the Mexican War. He hated to see any of her people suffer needlessly. He had offered to turn over fifteen thousand sick or wounded prisoners without any exchange; the Union had refused to accept the men! The Confederacy had offered to buy medicines with gold, tobacco, or cotton; again the Union had refused, fearing the medicines would be used on Rebel instead of Yankee soldiers! Wasn’t a dying or wounded man deserving of help, no matter his loyalty?
One paper told of how a group of Union prisoners was sent to Washington from Andersonville to plead for help and provisions; they were refused! They were told, “No, go back. You are rendering your country better service by staying at Andersonville than you would by being exchanged.” Since all knew of the conditions of that horrible camp, how could Washington make such ridiculous statements and cruel demands? Those politicians and seat-warming soldiers wouldn’t have spoken so foolishly if they had been Confederate captives for a month or so! What if Corry had been one of those pleading prisoners? Surely he would have escaped before returning to such injustice!
Five thousand more who could not be fed or tended properly had been released and sent to the Federals in Florida; they too had been ordered to return to the prison camp. Despair, dejection, and death had resulted for many of them. What barbaric, inhumane strategy was being practiced? The more Shannon read or heard, the more depressed and confused she became, and the more ashamed for her meager part in this matter. In view of such facts, how could she and Blane—both Southerners —side with the Union and aid such misery?
That first week of November was cold and damp. Shannon had kept to herself much of the time, claiming lingering fatigue and “female troubles.” Molly Sinclair Ryan had visited her once, to share local gossip and to stress her claim on “Major Steven James.” Shannon had played her indifferent, but respectful, part convincingly. Molly had left her suite all smiles, laughter, and confidence. Since Molly actually did very little work, Sarah Jane stayed too busy to visit more than a few brief times, during which they talked mostly about Jeremy Steele.
The majority of Shannon’s time was spent alone or in the company of Mattilu. The two women became good friends, frequently exchanging tales of their past lives. As Mattilu was acquainted with Blane and could accidentally drop a clue before Shannon herself could confide in Blane about Hawke, she was careful not to mention him.
As everyone expected, Lincoln was elected President again. It was proclaimed that the military victories by Sherman, Sheridan, and Farragut had won him that political triumph. Shannon decided that Lincoln was either receiving terrible advice or being kept ignorant of the deplorable actions of his army, for surely he would not have permitted them. How she wished she could return to Washington and open his eyes.
Newspapers continued to declare that neither side would yield. Lee was holding Grant at bay, refusing to allow the Union’s conquest of the Confederate capitol and the strategic city of Petersburg. But Grant was determined to win that area, though losses on both sides were awesome. Both armies were exhausted and embittered but seemingly resolved to battle to the death of every man present.
Another week passed, and Sherman was reported on the move again, heading southeast and cutting a wide path of devastation across Shannon’s home state. His men had rested and feasted in Atlanta until the twelfth; they were said to be in excellent health and high spirits now. Rapaciously foraging along their trail to the sea, they would remain healthy and strong while weakening or destroying those left behind in their path. He was doing more than trying to break the Confederacy’s spirit and sever supply lines; he was trying to crippleor destroy the South, to savagely punish all Georgians regardless of age or sex or guilt.
The Seventy-seventh Regiment and companies of artillerymen were ordered from North Carolina to the defense of Savannah. Hood had tried valliantly to lure Sherman out of Atlanta and Georgia, using himself and his men as decoys. True, Sherman wanted to defeat Hood, but his voracious appetite for Georgia’s destruction had been whetted. When Hood headed into Tennessee to attack Nashville, Sherman sent Thomas in pursuit to defend and hold that conquered area.
On November fifteenth, Shannon took her first evening meal downstairs, much to the surprise and pleasure of several officers dining there, and much to the vexation of an envious Molly, whose emerald satin gown the copper-haired beauty was wearing. To further irritate her sister, Sarah Jane introduced Shannon to the officers and to other couples present, then seated her at a table with five important guests.
Shannon smiled and spoke genially with men who were serving under Whiting and Lamb at Fort Fisher, as well as the messenger between Governor Vance and Fort Fisher, Mrs. Armand DeRossett of the Ladies’ Relief Society, and Captain Elisha Carter of the blockade runner, Rebel Gate.
Mrs. DeRossett entreated Shannon to join her Ladies’ Relief Society and help them with their mercy mission until she left for home. Shannon accepted the woman’s plea for help, but not for the reason Blane had suggested. She would not spy on those wounded men; she would nurse them and comfort them. Mrs. DeRossett was to send word when trains arrived. On Tuesdays, the society met to roll bandages and to collect helpful gifts from the local residents.
The strength and importance of Fort Fisher and Wilmington were discussed proudly, as if the Confederacy’s victory would be won or lost on their survival or defeat. Governor Vance’s messenger seemed delighted to share news from other locations, news that should only have been for the ears of the governor and military officers. Shannon suspected the man’s lips had been loosened by too much wine and the jovial company surrounding him.
Shannon boldly and coyly teased, “Sir, if I were a Union spy, I would have many valuable facts to report to my superior. Perhaps you should be more careful with your talk, for I fear that Federal agents lurk everywhere. We certainly don’t wish to entice the Union Army or Navy to attack our lovely and peaceful city or crucial fort.”
Lamb’s aide looked chastened and glanced around to see if anyone had been observing them too closely. He smiled at Molly and Mattilu nearby, then returned his attention to the exquisite redhead with large blue eyes.
When the messenger and Mrs. DeRossett departed, one of Whiting’s lieutenant’s encouraged, “Eli, tell us some stories about you and your raider friends. I’m sure Miss Greenleaf would find them fascinating.”
With only three men left at the large table, Shannon had been about to rise and leave, but she was halted by the stimulating suggestion. She coaxed with a bright smile, “Oh, please do, Captain Carter. It sounds so exciting. Have you been to Savannah lately? Is she all right?”
Molly was pleased with the way Shannon was looking and smiling at the handsome and rugged sea captain. She decided it was to her advantage to encourage a friendship, and perhaps a romance, between them. With two of the serving women absent tonight, both she and her younger sister had been compelled to help with the evening meal. She smiled flirtatiously as she hinted, “Captain Carter, why don’t you take your friends into the private parlor? It’s more comfortable and quieter in there. Here’s the key; you know where it is. I’ll bring a bottle of sherry and four glasses, compliments of the hotel. I cannot tell you how delighted I am to see you make Shannon laugh and smile. She’s been spending far too much time alone since her arrival.”
As Elisha nodded agreement and gratitude, his green eyes gleamed with admiration for his dinner companion. The tall and muscular seaman rose agilely, then assisted Shannon with her chair. Taking her by the elbow, he escorted her into the private sitting room. Shannon sat on the sofa beside him, while the two officers claimed chairs nearby. Mattilu was the one who delivered the sherry and glasses. After pouring and serving the golden liquid, she left the room. To make sure they were not disturbed by other hotel or dinner guests, Lamb’s aide bolted the door and returned to his chair.
Elisha lifted his glass and stated in a spirited tone, “Let’s toast the health and happiness of our beautiful visitor and victory for the Confederacy.” He lightly touched his glass to Shannon’s, then took a long swallow. His fertile green eyes never left her liquid blue ones.
She replied, “You gentlemen are most kind and entertaining. I toast your health and happiness, and a swift and merciful victory.” She took a sip from her glass, then smiled at the charming man beside her. He looked and acted as if he would be at home anywhere. His skill and courage were obvious, as were his breeding and intelligence. She could envision him standing on the deck of a tall-masted ship, shouting orders, using enormous cunning and bravery, his sable hair blowing wildly about his sun-darkened face, his forest green eyes sparkling with vitality and excitement, his white teeth gleaming in a triumphant smile. The tall twenty-sevenyear-old had told her while they had dined that he had been born and bred to ships and the sea, coming from a wealthy and influencial family of shipbuilders and sea captains. No doubt his love for the sea and adventure explained his bachelor state, for he seemed a man to attract the female eye and to win most any heart.
Perturbed by Blane’s behavior and absence, Shannon forced aside thoughts and yearnings for him. She and her mysterious Texan had no claims on each other, she rationalized. He had left without telling her and hadn’t contacted her in over two weeks. For all she knew, he might not be returning, intentionally or unintentionally. For all she knew, she could be on her own. Since they were partners and lovers, he shouldn’t be treating her this way! Maybe what he needed was a spark of jealousy, such as those he had given her on several occasions. Besides, this captain was a real man, a brave and daring adventurer who was both appealing and charming. Who better to have as a friend if there were trouble or if she needed a pleasant diversion during her stay in Wilmington?
“Molly was right; I have been too sad and sluggish of late. I fear it’s the cold weather and this ceaseless war. I’m becoming more homesick and worried over my family every day. Is there no end in sight, Captain Carter?” she inquired softly, addressing her question and focusing her attention on that compelling man.
Elisha smiled at her before responding, “I wish I could say all will be fine very soon. But I’m afraid it looks bad on land and sea. We’ve lost countless ships and supply lines, but Savannah was holding her own the last time I sailed into her port. She’s a beautiful city, as special as her people. After the war, I would love to visit your plantation; your description made it sound like a paradise. Perhaps I could entice your family’s shipping business to deal with my father’s firm.”
He and Shannon laughed. “I’m sure my brother would be delighted to meet and talk with you about such an arrangement, Captain Carter. A speedy and dependable shipping firm is vital to us. I shall be honored to have you as our guest and to introduce you to Corry.”
Elisha eyed her curiously. “How do you plan to get home, Miss Greenleaf? Don’t you think it wiser and safer to remain here?”
“I plan to rest for another few weeks, then head for Charleston by train. From there, I hope to obtain passage on the train home. If you’re referring to Sherman’s march toward Savannah, who better to protect my home and lands than the owner? Hopefully those men will tire of their destruction before reaching my city and the plantation. I will slay the savage beast if he or any of his ferocious animals sets one foot on Greenleaf land. I’m hoping the Rebel Army will defeat them or turn them aside. Somebody has to stop his wanton destruction.”
Elisha forcibly relaxed and nodded as he observed the angry glitter in her eyes. “I’m afraid it requires an evil devil to defeat another powerful and wicked devil, and heaven be thanked the Confederacy doesn’t have beasts such as Sherman and Sheridan.”
“Someone or something must halt him. What of God’s help and guidance, and Rebel prowess?”
“From what I’ve seen and heard, Miss Greenleaf, either God is not interfering in this conflict or He’s sided with the Union. We have plenty of men—brave and clever soldiers—but soldiers cannot fight without supplies. Railroads, boats, and bridges have been destroyed, so we can’t get things moved inland. Union spies get hold of missives and telegrams, so we can’t send word where to come for supplies. All we can do is send out as many supplies as can be carried or transported when regiments pass through or near ports like this one.”
“What about using flatboats on large rivers in the middle of the night? Or using pack mules overland with advance scouts? Surely there’s some route the Yankees can’t block? We can’t leave men and land defenseless. Why do you risk your life running the blockade and challenging the shoals if the supplies are going to sit on wharves?”
“Because we plan to find new ways of getting the supplies to our men. I’ll pass your suggestions along. I do have a plan to deliver a load to Richmond by docking at a Union port and coming from the North, disguising my men as Federal soldiers who are heading to resupply Grant.”
Shannon beamed. “That’s very clever and daring, Captain Carter. Surely it would work. Who would suspect such a ruse? If you could get other captains to do the same, supplies could be filtered into every area under attack. Your plan could save the Confederacy. You should guard this plan carefully, sir; Union spies could be anywhere.”
“I know, Miss Greenleaf. I’ve come across several who were trying to uncover how we run the blockade. I even had one slip aboard my ship and try to burn her. It’ll take more than a Union spy or traitorous Southerner to destroy the Rebel Gate, or capture me.”
“What do you do with such men?” she inquired, trying to hide her anxiety. Blane had listed such a mission for this area. She feared to imagine a battle between Elisha Carter and Blane Stevens, for they appeared nearly matched in strength and skill and size.
“Men, I hang from the yardarm; women, I send to prison,” he responded, leaning back against the sofa and watching her intently.
“Women?” she echoed in astonishment. “There are women who attempt such tasks? How could a woman hope to go unnoticed on a ship?”
He chuckled at her reaction. “By posing as a whore or a friend, or a patriot trying to get to Europe to raise money for the Confederacy. I even had one Yankee sympathizer claim to be a runaway from a savage uncle while her father and brothers were off fighting the war.”
“I’m sure they all claimed innocence, so how do you know who’s telling the truth and who’s lying?” she asked, intrigued and dismayed.
“This is a depressing subject for such a delicate lady. Let’s just say I have my way of unmasking spies. I heard you agree to help Mrs. DeRossett with the wounded passing through by train. That can be a difficult and unpleasant task, dealing with wounded men who will surely become enamored of your loveliness.”
“I am stronger than you realize, Captain Carter. I’m sure I can handle the situation. Being reared as the only girl in a family of four older males, I’ve had plenty of nursing practice and dealings with the opposite sex. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
One of the soldiers informed Shannon, “I’m not sure you can get home by train, Miss Greenleaf. The lines between Wilmington and Florence, those from Florence to Charleston, and those connecting Charlestown to Savannah are still intact; but we don’t know for how long. Most trains only allow soldiers, munitions, and supplies.”
Shannon smiled coquettishly. “I’m cunning, so I’ll find a way.”
Elisha related several of his most daring and exciting adventures before .the two officers were compelled to leave, reluctantly. After their departure, Shannon was even more aware of how Elisha dominated the room and captured her attention. He poured them another sherry.
Shannon felt uneasy being alone with this disarming rogue. Blane and her wits seemed so far away. As he offered her the glass, she smiled and told him, “No thank you, sir. It’s late. I must return to my room. Thank you for a lovely and relaxing evening.”
He gently grasped her hand and drew it to his lips for a kiss. He smiled as she quivered and blushed, then lowered her lashes demurely. Desire and fascination filled him. “I have never met a more enchanting lady. Must you leave so soon? Stay for a talk and another sherry.”
Shannon was tempted to comply, but this stimulating man made her nervous and wary. “I cannot, sir. We’ve just met tonight, and we’re alone. I wouldn’t want to cause gossip during my visit.”
Elisha squeezed her hand appreciatively. “I can assure you that you’re perfectly safe with me. Since most fathers and brothers are away, the code of conduct for ladies has altered. They must select their own behavior and companions. No one would slight you or darken your name for being with me. You see, I’m considered rather a hero around these parts; most blockade runners and raiders are. When we’re in port, many women pursue me or send their daughters after me. In their eyes, I can do no wrong.”
Shannon laughed at his rakish expression. “That could be true for local women, but I’m a stranger. Perhaps I would be viewed as a rival for those daughters and treated as an unwanted intruder.”
“Your last statement might be accurate, but don’t let it color your decision. When a man faces danger and death nearly every day, he finds little peace and happiness such as you’ve given me tonight. You inspire a man to defeat the foe just to earn your affection and respect. Dare I hope you are willing to see me again?” His green eyes were entrancing and entreating. “Please, Shannon, spend time with me during these next few days, perhaps my last on earth.”
Shannon realized that if Blane hadn’t stolen her heart, she would be encouraging this man’s pursuit. He was dangerously attractive and immensely sensual. His smile could make a woman’s heart flutter; his gaze could turn her body to liquid. What if she had need of a quick escape or protection? What if Blane were killed or captured? “Please don’t say such a terrible thing,” she scolded him, impulsively pressing her fingers to his lips as she mentally discarded her last thought. When he kissed them, she quickly moved them, then flushed as she lowered her hand. “Perhaps we can have lunch or dinner tomorrow,” she boldly ventured.
Elisha’s dazzling smile could have brightened the darkest corner of any room. “Perhaps we could have both. In between, I could show you around the city or give you a tour of my ship. I saw how your eyes lit up each time a ship was mentioned.”
“Sailing ships are so beautiful, like graceful birds that are swift and adventurous. My brother Corry has always wanted to be a sailor, but Papa refused to let him.” She grinned as she suggested mischievously, “Perhaps you could attract the Greenleaf business by promising he could sail with you on occasion. That would win him over.”
Elisha laughed, and the sound of it seemed honest and vital to Shannon. “Perhaps his sister would agree to come along with him?” he hinted as he locked the door behind their exit, reminding himself to return the key to Molly.
“Perhaps she would. What time shall I meet you for lunch?”
“Here, at the foot of the stairs at noon. I’ll escort you to your suite,” he stated politely and eagerly, unwilling to rush their separation.
She shook her head as she replied, “That isn’t necessary, Captain Carter. The hotel is perfectly safe, and it wouldn’t look appropriate. Tomorrow, if you would be so kind, I would enjoy a tour of the city before dinner. Perhaps I can see your Rebel Gate in a few days, before she leaves port. It has been an honor and pleasure to meet you.”
Elisha caught her implication; she would wait until she knew him better before daring to venture aboard his ship. “I understand, and I must reluctantly agree, if you’ll call me Eli.”
“Good night, Eli. And thanks for brightening my evening.” As Shannon mounted the steps, she did not realize that three pairs of eyes were watching her and making decisions that would affect her destiny.
Molly was consumed with a mixture of envy and relief. She had given up her pursuit of that magnetic rogue long ago, but he continued to stir her heart and blood each time she saw him. If Elisha was as smitten with Shannon as he looked and sounded, the redhead would offer no threat to Molly’s desire to have Steven, for Eli always got what he wanted, one way or another. But the main reason she wouldn’t worry over Shannon’s rivalry was the Georgian’s behavior toward that roguish privateer. If Steven made a play for Shannon on his return, she would make certain he learned of the romantic interlude between the Rebel agent and the blockade runner during his absence. Perhaps she should fan Eli’s spark of interest by revealing who and what Shannon was, then swear him to secrecy. The daring and ravishing Cockade might provide a tempting challenge for the rakish captain. Molly smiled triumphantly and headed for her room, delighted by tonight’s victory.
Elisha also watched Shannon until she vanished from sight. He passed his tongue over his lips as if licking away the sugary remains of a tasty treat and astutely decided there was far more to this woman than met the eye. Since she was the only woman who had ever stimulated his thoughts and feelings beyond concerns for duty or casual sex, he vowed to discover more about her before he sailed again.
Mattilu observed Shannon, Elisha, and Molly as well.
That next day at noon, Shannon descended the stairs to find Captain Elisha Carter waiting for her. As their eyes met, each smiled. They shared a lengthy and cheerful lunch before entering a rented carriage to tour the city. Elisha pointed out the many sights and amused her with tales about each one. He was careful to keep the conversation away from the war. He told her he would give her a tour of the wharves and shops another day, if she was interested.
Shannon smiled and told him she would like to visit them, as she felt safe with him at her side. The outing was exhilarating and refreshing. Shannon was able to push all problems and fears to the back of her mind. Annoyed with Blane, Shannon was determined to have a good time with this handsome and arresting man. She delighted in Elisha’s attention and admiration. She relished his company, wit, conversation, and charm. She enjoyed feeling alive, feeling desirable, feeling safe and happy, feeling clean and warm and well fed. She even enjoyed the chilling mid-November temperature.
At dinner, Elisha couldn’t refuse to allow two high-ranking officers to join them at their table, but he resented the impolite intrusion. The men competed with each other to obtain and hold Shannon’s attention. Elisha sat back and watched Shannon charm them while making it known that he was her companion for the evening. To draw him into the talk, she continually addressed statements or questions to him. When one of the officers made a query, Shannon would reply, then asked Elisha’s opinion. Sometimes it was nothing more than a “Did you hear that, Eli?” or “Isn’t that funny?” or “Don’t you think that’s strange?” just to keep the other men from monopolizing the conversation and her attention. Elisha was enchanted by her behavior.
When the officers made no attempt to depart and the hour grew late, Shannon announced she was retiring for the night. “Thank you so much for a lovely lunch and special afternoon, Eli.”
He grinned when he realized she hadn’t mentioned this evening’s dinner engagement. “I’ll walk you to the stairs. If you gentlemen will excuse us,” he remarked courteously, rising to help Shannon with her chair.
One of the officers said, “We’ll wait here, Captain Carter. There is a matter or two we’d like to discuss with you.”
“I shall return shortly.” Elisha guided Shannon around the tables and out of the room. He noticed Sarah Jane watching them oddly. Then, his keen gaze caught Molly and the black serving woman doing the same. He mentally shrugged, assuming it was his colorful reputation with the ladies that had them worried. This was one time it wasn’t necessary. Shannon Greenleaf was a special and provocative woman.
“I’m sorry about that, Shannon,” he apologized at the steps.
“Don’t worry about it, Eli,” she softly commented.
“Can we have lunch, tour the docks and shops, then have dinner tomorrow night?” he inquired, smoothly filling her schedule.
“I promised to help with the train passing through tomorrow at midday. Could we do those things Friday?” she compromised.
“Can we at least have dinner?” he coaxed persistently.
Shannon smiled. “That would be lovely, Eli. Seven o’clock?”
He nodded, then watched her ascend the stairs. He turned to find Molly standing behind him. She asked if she could speak with him. He nodded, then followed her into the private parlor. He dreaded to discover what she wanted, yet quickly changed his mind.
The next day was cold and windy. Shannon bundled up snugly in the wool cape that had been given to her by one of the local ladies. The brisk walk to the depot put color into her cheeks and caused her to breathe rapidly. Upon her arrival, Mrs. DeRossett cordially greeted her and thanked her for her assistance before introducing her to the other ladies present. She escorted Shannon around, showing her where to find things on the long tables and cautioning her on proper conduct around these emotionstarved men. She smiled as the woman hurried away to take charge of other matters and giggling females.
The train would be in Wilmington for several hours while the Ladies’ Relief Society ministered to the wounded men. Those able to walk left the train to mingle among the ladies and to feast on hot food and special treats. Smiles, laughter, gossip, and news were exchanged. Men in need were given new garments and little items to enjoy while confined in the hospital. Letters were written for those with injured hands. Clean bandages replaced dirty ones. In some instances, emergency medical attention was required to save a life or to ease agony. Those too weak or injured to leave the train were nursed aboard it. Medicines were administered. Food, treats, and gifts were brought to their makeshift bunks. More letters home were written, and often a last will and testament. The women worked and shared unselfishly.
The sights and sounds at the depot were similar to those in the hospital at Danville, Shannon soon realized, and they refreshed horrible memories of that terrifying episode in her life. Shannon wondered if Major Clifford had sent anyone after her or news about her. Then she began wondering about General Moore and Simon Travers. If only her looks didn’t provide such a revealing description! Maybe it was a mistake to be using her real name, for it would make her easier to trace. What if one of those villains arrived during Blane’s absence? What if she were taken prisoner? She would have to be very careful to do nothing to incriminate herself. If she tried to get to General Bragg or General Holmes, her actions might endanger Blane upon his return, whenever that might be. He had been gone for twenty-one days—three weeks without a word! Maybe she would require Elisha’s assistance and protection after all, for she couldn’t remain here as a guest indefinitely. She needed and wanted to get home—Sherman or no Sherman, war or no war!
To distract herself from her own cares in the presence of such misery, she chatted with the wounded while she tended their needs. “Is there any news from Georgia? From Savannah?” she inquired.
The man whose chest she was wrapping replied in a raspy voice, “He’s a mean one, that Sherman. Pickin’ Georgia clean as a buzzard o’er a carcuss. He’s takin’ his ease through ’er. I hear tell Wheeler’s cavalry is dancin’ afore him and harassin’ him every step of the way. They’s sendin’ supplies up the river from Savannah to Augusta. Once they gits there and the Rebs pick ’em up, they’s gonna head across to cut ’em off about midways. They’s moving the treasury from Macon to somewheres in Alabama. Them bummers is doin’ more lootin’ and killin’ than Shermy’s men. What’s done happened to men?” he fretted aloud.
“What are ‘bummers’?” Shannon questioned in confusion.
“That’s them marauders which rides on Shermy’s flank. Nothing but deserters and renegades if you askst me. Shore wish Jackson and Stuart wuz still alive. They’d stop them devils in three steps.”
“What about Beauregard? I’ve heard nothing of him recently.”
“You ain’t the only one. He’s practically dropped outta sight. Some says he’s battling sickness. Some says he rubbed Davis wrong. Can’t win no war when leaders are being kilt and soldiers are desertin’. These is sorry times, miss, sorry times. What we need is help from the likes of that Blade and Flame that the Yanks have. ’Course we got us a Flame now, but nobody knows who or where she is.”
Shannon trembled and paled. “Who did you say?” she asked.
“You ain’t heard of ’em? Whyst they goes everwhere stealin’ our secrets and slippin’ through our lines. Can’t nobody catch ’em. They say she looks like an angel with hair like flames. Like you, miss. But they’s got hearts of ice and nerves like stone. Theys best be leavin’ this area. Theys got three murder charges aginst ’em.”
“What?” Shannon blurted out incredulously. “Three murders?”
“Yes’m. Theys kilt a Major Clifford and one of his men, a Reb named Thornton. Then theys kilt Lieutenant Pike, one of General Moore’s officers whilst he was chasin’ after ’em. Yes’m, cold ones them two,” he remarked, lying down as she finished her task.
“James Thornton and Lieutenant Zachary Pike?” she probed.
“Yes’m, that’s them, all right. Theys kilt ’em deader’n a rock.”
“That’s impossible. Who said they did such evil things?”
“Theys left their marks, like always.”
“I don’t understand,” she pressed anxiously. “What marks?”
His res ponse shocked and dismayed her. “Theys draws a knife and a flame as their signs. On bodies, theys carves ’em with a blade. Ain’t no purty sight. We shore would like to catch ’em.”
“Where are they now?” she asked fearfully.
“Word is theys been kickin’ up a ruckus all around this state lately. The Rebs’ll git ’em. I heared we got us a Flame now. Don’t know much about ’er, but she’s makin’ havoc of them Yankee spies. Shore would be somethin’ to see them two Flames at each other.”
Shannon moved on to her next patient, afraid to ask more questions and praying this man was mistaken. Confused and alarmed, she knew she had to get those deaths off her mind. She hadn’t committed those deeds. Where had she gotten such a reputation? Two of them! She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she was unaware of the green eyes that watched her every move. When she completed her chores, she was exhausted mentally and physically. She was surprised to find Captain Carter waiting to escort her back to the hotel. When she questioned his presence, he told her he was worried because it was nearly dark. Shannon smiled and thanked him for his concern and kindness. She tried to cancel dinner, claiming fatigue, but Elisha urged her to eat a good meal before retiring.
That next day, Elisha coaxed her into taking a ride around the city, but he couldn’t persuade her to visit his ship. Following a rushed dinner and a stroll, Shannon returned to her room, leaving a frustrated Elisha watching her mount the stairs wearily. He decided he should talk with Molly again, for he was sure something was troubling Shannon deeply.
Molly suggested, “Perhaps she’s afraid you’re falsely trying to charm her rather than seriously romance her. You two haven’t known each other long, so she doesn’t know if she can trust you. Considering her work, Eli, you can hardly blame her for being wary of people. She has to be careful and alert for Union spies trying to unmask her. If I had done the things she has, I would find it hard to relax around people.”
“Maybe I should talk to her,” he suggested.
“No, you mustn’t! She would panic if she learned you knew the truth. She would be furious with me, and so would Sarah Jane. You gave me your word,” she angrily reminded him.
“Are you positive she’s a Rebel agent?” he pressed skeptically.
“I swear it. Just court her; don’t question her.”
“Are you positive there isn’t something between her and James?”
“Yes. Steven is mine. I would know if she had eyes for him. Besides, if she did, would she be seeing you?”
Elisha wasn’t convinced that Molly was telling him everything. He decided there was only one way to uncover the truth. The next day he took Shannon to the shops owned and operated by some of the blockade runners. He tried to purchase several gifts for her, but she politely refused them. He tried to discuss the war many times, but Shannon would not allow it. For an agent, she certainly wasn’t interested in obtaining information, at least from him…
After dinner, Elisha walked her to the stairs as usual. “I’ll be sailing with the morning tide, but I’ll return in a week or two. I’m using that plan I told you about the other night. We’re taking a load of supplies up the York River under the Union flag and dressing in Federal uniforms. We have to get them to Richmond for dispersal. Lee needs them to hold off Grant.” He awaited her response as an agent.
“Eli, do you realize how dangerous that is?” she asked worriedly.
“Somebody has to do it. We’ll get past the Union lines by claiming they’re supplies for Grant. They’re practically breathing on each other, so we’ll get through. Don’t worry about me, Shannon. I sail through Union lines on every voyage.”
“Everyone’s luck runs out sometime. Don’t go, Eli, please.”
“You’re my luck, lovely lady. I might as well be honest, Shannon; I fully intend to return and make you my wife.”
Shannon stared at him in disbelief. “You what? Surely I did not hear you correctly,” she probed apprehensively.
“I’m not an impulsive or reckless man, Shannon. But I do know what I want when I see it, and these last four days with you have shown me what my life and heart were missing. I’m afraid circumstances prevent me from having the patience or the time to court you properly. I’ve never met a woman more perfectly suited to me and my lifestyle. If I’m lucky, I’ll obtain your promise of marriage before I sail. Of course, nothing would suit me better than to marry you tomorrow and to have you waiting here for my return. If you’ll agree, I’ll arrange everything, then wait to sail with the evening tide.”
Shannon was stunned, but intrigued. “Eli, we only met a few days past. You know little about me and my family. This is a very serious matter. I hope you don’t feel that I’ve led you on or behaved falsely. I couldn’t possibly accept. How can you propose to a stranger?”
“I’ve known plenty of women, Shannon, but none as special as you. If I leave without telling you such things, I could lose you before having a chance to win you. If you can’t agree tonight, at least give me time to prove I would make a good husband for you. I’ve faced death enough times to know who and what I am. Do you have someone waiting for you in Savannah? Are you betrothed?”
“No, but I cannot give you false hopes. We are strangers in too many ways. You should not speak of such matters so soon and during such times. We are at war. At this very moment, my brother’s life and our home are in peril. I cannot think of such things as courting and marriage. You ask too much, but I am deeply flattered.”
“We are at war, Shannon; that’s why I am forced to speak so bluntly and quickly. A man would be a fool to sail off without telling you how much he wants you. At least promise to grant me the time to prove my honesty and feelings, time to prove my suitability as your husband. If there were time for wooing you slowly and properly, I would do so. Forgive my rush, but please understand it. Destiny has thrown us together, and I won’t give you up without a battle. When this war ends, you may be left without family and a home, Shannon. You might need me, as I need you.” Elisha’s eyes searched her face for clues to her emotions. He had perceived her attraction to him and her fear of it. He wanted her as his wife, and he would have her.
“I’m sorry, Eli, but I cannot make such promises. It wouldn’t be fair or right. I am very fond of you, but I haven’t fallen in love with you. Please don’t delude yourself about me and my feelings.”
Behaving as the masterful gallant he was, Elisha confidently vowed, “I’m going to win your heart and your hand, Shannon Greenleaf, and you won’t be sorry for losing either. I won’t press you or panic you further tonight. Just know if you need anything—anything at all—you can have it from me. Prepare yourself for my siege when I return.” With those staggering promises, he smiled and left whistling.
Jeremy Steele watched the man swagger out of the hotel, then focused his keen gaze on the beautiful redhead who was staring at the man’s back. He glanced at Mattilu and frowned. “We need to talk, Matti,” he informed her after Shannon’s departure.
From the clues Simon had obtained through cunning, deceit, strength, or purchase, he saw what Major Stevens had in mind. Blane was scouting Charlotte, Columbia, and Charleston before joining up with Sherman in Savannah. He wondered how Shannon would feel about Blane’s part in the destruction of her state, town, and home, just as he wondered how Blane would be affected by the news of the destruction left behind him and Shannon.
Major Blane Stevens was a force to be reckoned with, to be turned against Shannon. By the time he and his men reached Savannah—hopefully before Blane and Shannon—neither Shannon nor Blane would trust or like each other! The moment Blane left her side at Greenleaf—if he escorted her that far—Shannon would be helpless within his grip. Even Silas Manning wouldn’t believe he hadn’t been duped by this ravishing and tempting Rebel spy! Shannon would yield, or else…
“Mister Travers?” one of his hired men called to him. When Simon turned to listen, the men reported, “Major Stevens has left town, sir, but he’s heading for Wilmington, not Savannah.”
Simon digested those facts. Suddenly he flushed red with fury. “Damn that Pike! She’s been in Wilmington all this time! I wonder if he wanted us chasing Stevens to get him out of the way or because he was trying to protect Shannon. Doesn’t matter neither way. We’ll head for Wilmington at first light. Without any problems, we should be there within a week. If Blane’s gone after Shannon to take her to Savannah, they won’t get past us. Five hundred dollars extra to the first man who sights them,” he announced, hoping to increase their alert.
Simon fumed over his errors. He had gone from town to town, thinking he was right behind them. After locating Blane in Charleston, he had ordered one of his men to shadow the Union agent until he led them to Shannon. No wonder no one had seen the ravishing redhead along the way! She was safely hidden in Wilmington. No matter, for he had left evidence for or against her along his way.
“Jeremy, what are you doing in Wilmington?” Shannon inquired when she answered the summons at her door shortly after leaving Elisha’s company. She smiled genially, but she was curious about this late and unexpected visit. “Do you have news about Blane?” she asked, suddenly excited and tense.
“No, I haven’t seen him since you two left the mansion.” Jeremy didn’t say he hadn’t heard from him, for he had several times. “I was hoping you had uncovered some facts I could send out in my next missive.”
Shannon didn’t have to consider the consequences of her reply before making it. “No, Jeremy, I’m afraid not. I haven’t been asking any questions because I didn’t want to draw any suspicious attention to me. I have met a few people, but they haven’t revealed anything vital.”
“Did you help with the hospital train?” he inquired.
“Yes, but the men didn’t say anything we don’t already know. I was never alone, so I kept silent except for friendly conversation.”
“Have you met any of the Confederate officers?” he probed.
“A few. Like I said, I’ve been afraid to snoop. I’m sorry, but there isn’t anything to pass along,” she alleged, wondering why he was pressing her and staring at her oddly.
“Sarah Jane told me you met Captain Carter; said you two had become good friends,” he hinted in a strange tone.
“Is that a problem? I do want and need friends, even if they’re Rebels. I’m sure you know all about Eli…Captain Carter. Surely you don’t expect me to try to extract information from him? The moment I started asking such questions, he would suspect me of spying. I’m alone here, Jeremy. I’m vulnerable to discovery. I must be careful.” Shannon started to tell him what the wounded soldier had related to her, but she didn’t like Jeremy’s attitude and behavior. She decided to wait for Blane’s return, then let him handle that hazardous matter. “Do you know where Blane is or when he’ll return for me?”
Jeremy shrugged, then remarked as if he didn’t know, “Can’t say. I guess if you don’t have anything to tell me, I’d best be going.”
Shannon wasn’t fooled by Jeremy’s reaction. Why didn’t Jeremy or Blane want her to know of his location and assignment? It was almost as if they didn’t trust her! “I would like to mention one thing, Jeremy. I know this is none of my business, but do you realize how deeply Sarah Jane cares for you?”
Jeremy stared at her. “Cares for me? How so?”
Shannon sighed heavily. Were all men blind except Eli? “She’s afraid you haven’t gotten over the loss of your wife, so she’s afraid to let you know how she feels. She’s in love with you, Jeremy.”
“You mean she ain’t just being kind?” he inquired in surprise.
“She’s trying to reach out to you, but she’s afraid of how you’ll take her overtures. Women have to be careful when they expose their feelings. Some men mistake their reasons and actions.”
“When she learns how me and Blane’ve been fooling her and Molly, she won’t feel that way much longer,” he stated sullenly.
“Then don’t tell her until the war’s over. But you should let her know you’re interested in her as a woman, before some man snaps her up and away from you. A man can keep a woman dangling and guessing only so long before she looks elsewhere.”
Jeremy gazed at her, then grinned. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll make sure she knows I’ll be available after the war. I wouldn’t want some officer or sea captain stealing her away. When Blane returns, give him this note. Make sure no one reads it but him—no one, Flame. According to our plans, he should be returning within a few days.”
Jeremy bid her good night and left. Shannon stared at the sealed note in her hands, then impulsively opened it. She fumed, for it was in code and totally indecipherable.
Sky is red. Flames are burning. Lovebirds flown away. Sparrow spiked. Many are flying to no returns. An eye behind. One More was wrong. One side is wrong. Our blood runs. A well of surprises.