A Sidekick's Tale
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She needed a husband on short notice to save the ranch.
They needed a ring to make it official, and his best pal just happened to have a real nice one handy.
And they're all about to get way more than they bargained for.
Meredith Fayett needed to marry someone before the week was out or she would lose her ranch. It sounded simple, so ranch hand Chance Stevens agreed to take on the job, in spite of his friend Marty's warnings that it could only lead to trouble.
But even Marty, a loyal though opinionated sidekick, couldn't have predicted the mayhem that ensues when his own eccentric relatives appear on the scene, dragging Chance, Marty, and Meredith into the latest skirmish in a long-running family feud.
What follows is a hilarious tangle involving an emerald ring, a fearsome aunt, a scheming suitor, and a team of runaway mules—by the end of which Chance finds that even a marriage just on paper has its complications, and that it never hurts to have a good sidekick.
If you love a good screwball romp in a homespun setting—think P.G. Wodehouse meets O. Henry—pick up A Sidekick's Tale now and start laughing!
Elisabeth Grace Foley
Elisabeth Grace Foley has been an insatiable reader and eager history buff ever since she learned to read, has been scribbling stories ever since she learned to write, and now combines those loves in writing historical fiction. She has been nominated for the Western Fictioneers' Peacemaker Award, and her work has appeared online at Rope and Wire and The Western Online. When not reading or writing, she enjoys spending time outdoors, music, crocheting, and watching sports and old movies. She lives in upstate New York with her family. Visit her online at www.elisabethgracefoley.com
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A Sidekick's Tale - Elisabeth Grace Foley
A Sidekick's Tale
by Elisabeth Grace Foley
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Chapter 1
Meredith Fayett Makes a Proposal
The trouble began with a mortgage, which shouldn’t be taken lightly any more than a marriage. And if any of you think marriage should be taken lightly—well, you’ll find out, that’s all. That’s the whole moral of the story right there, really, but since people generally prefer the story to the moral, I suppose I’d better let you have the whole thing.
I wasn’t the principal player in it, but if it hadn’t of been for me none of it would have happened, which is saying something. There’s lots of fellows whose names don’t get into the history books, but if they hadn’t been there at the other fellow’s elbow at the right moment, the world would have—well, either have missed out on something sensational or been spared a lot of grief, I don’t know which. I’ll leave it to you to decide what I contributed.
There had to be a woman in the case, of course. Search for a female, as the French say. Meredith Fayett didn’t even look grown-up enough to be called a woman the first time I saw her. That was in—oh, ninety-seven or ninety-eight, a few years before the story really begins. Before the Maine blew up. She was just a bit of a girl with red-gold hair and a pretty smile who used to come down from St. Louis with her aunt for a few weeks in the summer. The old lady owned the Fayett ranch, which didn’t fit her too well—it let in too much fresh air at the seams—but that wasn’t her fault because it had come to her from a late older brother she didn’t get along with. But her niece liked the outdoors and she liked her niece, so she endured the outdoors. The ranch was a nice little place—small, I’ll grant, but it had a white frame house with creeping vines all over the front porch, and grew good crops of imported cattle and native alfalfa. Not a showpiece, but the barns didn’t leak and the house had been brought up to date with an icebox and screen doors and such.
Well, when the old lady died of a surplus of years the ranch came to Meredith Fayett. She came to the ranch about a month later, since she had always preferred it to St. Louis, and set right in learning how to manage the place. She learned quick and didn’t pester the lives out of us with foolish questions, neither. There was half a dozen of us working there, and during the old lady’s time we’d been mostly left to our own devices, though since the last foreman left Chance Stevens had been more or less in charge. We all thought for a lady boss, Meredith Fayett was all right—before long there wasn’t a one of us who wouldn’t have stood on his head if he thought it would do her some good.
She ended up asking for something a little more difficult.
One day when she’d been at the ranch for a couple of months, the banker in Culver’s Corners asked her to drop by his office. When she got there she found it wasn’t to take afternoon tea but to hear some startling financial facts. It seems a city lawyer had had the job of juggling her aunt’s investments and shares and salaries by long distance, and neither he nor Aunt had bothered much with the ranch. The brother beforehand had left the place mortgaged to the neck, and the Aunt preferred to spend as little of her income as possible on paying it off. So Banker Ross explained to Meredith Fayett that if she couldn’t put a lump sum on those back-payments right off, she’d lose the place in about a week.
I could tell she had something bothering her when she got back from town. She’d really come to love that place, and the idea of it going at auction wasn’t a pleasant one. She’d ridden to town and back, and she gave her horse to one of the boys to take care of and walked over to the house, twisting her quirt in her hands and wearing a little frown that was almost as pretty as her smile. She went up on the front porch, which ran along the front of the house and round the corner, and walked along it slowly till she came abreast of where Chance Stevens and I were unsaddling our horses near the yard pump on the other side of the railing. It’s something to think, you know, that if we’d unsaddled in the barn that day I might not be telling this story at all. Just goes to show you it’s the little things that count after all.
She wasn’t looking at us to begin with; we were just there; but then her eyes widened a little like she’d got an idea, and it was Chance her eyes were on. I don’t know why she picked him. All the boys were pretty decent upstanding fellows. I suppose it was because he was young and fairly good-looking, while the rest of us were over thirty and there wasn’t any artist who was going to ask to paint our pictures.
I could tell that whatever idea had come to her, it was the kind that scares you a little at first, because it’s so big you wonder how you could be the one to think of it. Then her face changed so I could see she was getting used to it, getting to the point where you begin to think it might actually work. It’s right about then that some people just blurt it out, before they’ve had a chance to think it over a second time and have second thoughts. That’s what Meredith did.
She put her hands on the railing and leaned over it. Chance, could you do me a favor?
He looked up quick and smiled at her. Sure, Miss Meredith. What’s the trouble?
Would you—could you marry me?
Chance was just bending down on the other side of his horse as she spoke, and he popped up and gave her a look across the saddle to make sure he’d heard what he thought he did. What?
Well, not really. I mean, yes, really. But it wouldn’t be—I mean, you wouldn’t have to—
She turned about as pink as a June rose and stuck for a minute.
Miss Meredith, are you—are you feeling all right?
said Chance, looking at her kind of concerned, and you couldn’t blame him.
Oh, yes, I’m all right,
she said, smiling and looking a little embarrassed. But I’ve got to be married before next Friday or I’m going to lose the ranch.
That didn’t sound any saner to me. But Meredith Fayett was dead in earnest. She got up on the porch rail and sat there with her back to the post and explained it all, and Chance leaned his folded arms over his saddle and listened to her. She made an awfully pretty picture perched up there with the greenery hanging down behind her, swinging one little riding-boot back and forth as she talked. She looked like a sweet innocent little girl, and let me tell you, there had to be a fair amount of little girl left in any woman who could make a proposal like this and make it seriously.
I never knew this property was mortgaged until recently. My father left me some money in trust that would help pay it off, but I can’t touch the capital until I come of age or marry. The interest isn’t enough to pay what’s due on the mortgage—and I won’t be twenty-one for six months. So I thought—if I could find someone to marry me—only on paper, you understand. I only thought I’d ask you, but of course you needn’t do it if you’d rather not. I just thought…
She stopped, and sighed. I suppose she thought it was really too ridiculous and the ranch was as good as gone—and I agreed with her. The story of the pretty girl who’s going to lose the ranch is as old as barbed wire, but this adaptation was a new one on me and not likely to catch on with the public.
Chance pushed his hat back on his forehead. He was the sort who grasps things much too quickly—you know, the ones who can blurt out the answer to the arithmetic problem before you’ve got through reading it—which had frustrated me many a time before. But when he spoke I inwardly blessed my comparative slow-wittedness. Better slow than sorry, as the saying goes.
He said, Well, no—I understand. I’d like to help you if I can…
It would only be for a few months,
said Meredith hopefully, "and it wouldn’t really mean anything. Unless—unless there’s another girl, or something of that sort—"
No—no,
said Chance, looking almost as embarrassed as she did.
And you needn’t worry about losing your job here. I suppose you can come back and work here just the same after you’ve abandoned me.
Hold up. When did I do that?
said Chance.
That’s what’s required in order to get an annulment, afterwards,
said Meredith. It’s a legal term,
she added, the way people do when they’re not quite sure what something means themselves.
She added hesitantly, "I could make