Your hazel eyes are as bright as the sky, and as vast in their reach, Miss Cordia Pike. Now, please don’t leave me in suspense any longer. What do you say? Please say yes. I don’t know what I will do if you won’t have me.”
Cordia continued to look ahead of her, down the little lane that led out into the countryside and past the little town of Lamar, out into the expansive state of Missouri, and beyond. Thoughts of those distant places should have no bearing on whether or not one simple girl in a small town should accept the hand of marriage from a local boy. Yet, in these trying times, how could she not consider all that was going on around them before making such an important decision? She continued to walk, her red and white striped parasol protecting her delicate face from the sun. She had known Jaris Adams her whole life. She had attended church with him every Sunday since what seemed the dawn of religion. She had even run through his father’s farm fields at dozens of parties and social gatherings, all the way hollering, “You’ll never catch me, Jaris Adams!” He and his younger brothers, Zachariah, Peter, and John, as well as his slightly older cousin, Carey, had chased her numerous times, until she was trapped by the creek or a dense forest, or so out of breath she would collapse on the ground. Now, it seemed, he had finally caught her in a way she could not possibly outrun.
And it wasn’t necessarily that she wanted to outrun him. The Adams family were mighty good people, and no one in Barton County could argue with that. Jaris was not only a kindhearted, loving, intelligent person; he was also very nice to look at. He had striking features, beautiful blue eyes and dark brown hair, though not quite as dark as her own. Their children would be lovely, strong and bright. Independent, just like both of their parents. And maybe that was part of the problem. Cordia wasn’t sure she was ready to be anyone’s wife. She loved Jaris in a way that no one could possibly understand—a love of familiarity, a love of friendship and respect. But she knew in her heart that she did not love him with the passionate love of a Jane Austen character. It was that storybook romance that she had always longed for. She did not think herself capable of ever loving Jaris in that way.
“There are other ways to fall in love with a man,” her best friend Susannah had commented just the day before. They had been sitting on the back porch of Susannah’s house, shelling green beans, and watching her two little sons run around and play in the backyard. “When James proposed to me, I didn’t really know if I loved him either, but I knew I would learn to love him.” Cordia had to hold back a small chuckle at that comment. That was a complete fabrication. Susannah Dixon had been denying the very existence of James Brooks since she first laid eyes on him at the ripe old age of four. But Cordia had always known that she had her eye on him. She was more surprised to see that he had reciprocated, as he had spent the better part of his teenage years avoiding Susannah. But she did understand what Susannah was saying. She had heard a lot of women admit that they weren’t really in love with their husband when they first met them but that they had grown to love them over time. Maybe that was the best she could ever hope for. Lord knew she wasn’t going to just fall in love with anyone else in Barton County. Jaris was certainly the best man she could possibly hope to meet around these parts. So, if she were going to marry, it would probably be to him--sooner or later.
But, in Cordia’s mind, as she walked along beside a very nervous suitor who was shaking worse than the time when they were seven or eight and they had come across a copperhead in the woods beyond his father’s farm, she could not help but beg the question of--was this the right time to get married? “Jaris,” she began, “you are one of my very best friends. You are a good man.” She thought she saw his face start to fall as she peeked up at him over the edge of her bonnet. “Let me finish,” she said, stopping and turning to face him just beneath one of the widest poplar trees in the county. She couldn’t help but notice all of the initials in hearts carved all over the trunk as she began her explanation. “I think marrying you is a very wise choice. And yes, I intend to do so. But do you think that now is the time for people to be pondering a peaceful future together, on the eve of a war?”
Jaris leaned back against the stately trunk. “Cordia, always considering things that don’t directly concern you,” he mumbled. “Cordia, we don’t know for sure that there is even going to be a war, nor do we know that we are going to have to fight. We’re so far from Washington and all that politicking. South Carolina is about as close to Lamar as the moon. What does it matter what those men decide thousands of miles away? I want you to be my wife. I want to plan a life together. I love you, Cordia.” And with that, he placed his hands gently on the sides of her face. For a brief moment, Cordia thought for sure that he was going to lean down and kiss her, right on the lips. Then, she would know for sure if she could ever love Jaris Adams. But he didn’t—that would be too bold for him. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head, knocking her bonnet backward in the process, almost sending it to the ground. Then, he looked at her awkwardly with those big blue eyes, as if to say, “All right—I’m awkward, but don’t you love me anyhow?”
He turned around to face the tree, something easier to look at than Cordia, as she straightened the hat he had toppled over. He was wearing his very best suit and the bowler hat his father had given him for Christmas last year. It was his favorite and he only wore it for special occasions. So, Cordia knew when she saw him at church that day that her suspicions had been correct and that he would have an enormously important question to ask her after Sunday meeting, on their weekly stroll. She had been wondering what to say for weeks, especially these last few days since seeing his mother in the bank on Thursday. Now, here she was, unsure of every word that was coming out of her mouth. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and he turned his head to look at her, his eyes showing the disappointment that she was refusing to become is wife.
Cordia took a deep breath and tried to decide how to explain her feelings about marriage to this man who’d been her friend her entire life. “Jaris, I’m not saying ‘no.’ I’m just saying, I know you, and I know if there is any chance that you can go enlist in an army and fight for what you think is right that you will do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat, regardless of what I think. And what if we had children? What if we had little ones left at home while you were off fighting? I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”He spun to face her. “Cordia, what if we did?” he asked, his arms flailing out in exasperation. “That would be wonderful. You and your family could raise them for a little while. Heaven knows my mama would be there, more than you could ever wish to see her, at the idea of grandchildren. I’m not saying that if there is a war that I won’t go fight. But even if there is&md
April 1861Will Tucker was startled. He sat up in bed quickly; sure that he had heard something. Not quite sure what it was. And then he heard it again. It sounded like the thump of horses’ hooves moving through the woods just in front of the Tucker cabin. His brother, Nolan, must have heard the noise, too. Will could see him standing at the window, his rifle in one hand. Will sat up and pulled on his pants and boots as quickly as possible. In the moonlight, he could see that Nolan was already dressed. His sister, Julia, was still asleep on her cot across the room.“What is it?” he whispered, crossing to the window to join his brother.“Not sure,” Nolan replied. “Thought I heard branches breaking, hooves. Maybe three or four horses. Don’t see anything though.” Just then, Julia began to stir. Will glanced back over to see his sister pulling on her robe.“What’s going on?” she whispe
Will was not interested in listening to the dirt-covered bandit’s pleas. “Yeah, I had a brother once,” he said, his face void of all emotion. Then, the marauder, seeming to understand his fate was sealed, began to weep, his face turning from an expression of hope, a pleading look of distress, to wide-eyed terror, as Will raised his newly reloaded gun and blew the scoundrel’s brain matter all over the trees behind him.The horse whinnied loudly and tried to buck the lifeless rider from its back. Finally, the corpse’s grip slipped from the reins, and he fell to the ground, what was left of his head hitting first. The horse slowly began to trot out of the woods, stunned, but aware of his freedom. Will Tucker turned his borrowed horse around and headed back to the cabin he used to call home.As he entered the yard, a realization of all that had just taken place began to creep at the corners of his consciousness. He pushed it aside, knowing he
On April 13, 1861, Jaris Adams turned 21 years old, just a few days after Fort Sumter fell to the Confederacy. Of course, word of what had happened so far east traveled slowly and it was unclear to the residents of Lamar just exactly what had happened. Still, the townsfolk knew there would be implications that would affect all of them.It was a cool spring Saturday afternoon, and his parents had invited over many neighbors for a birthday celebration out in the yard beside their house. A fine hog was roasting, his mother bustling around readying all of the other fixin’s. His brothers were setting up tables and chairs and carrying on like young men do.As of December of 1860, seven Southern states had seceded from the Union, South Carolina being the first to do so. Texas was the latest, seceding in February. Since then, there had been lots of speculation as to whether or not the so-called Border States would follow in the Deep South’s footsteps. Missouri and
Within a few minutes, several more carriages, wagons, and horses had shown up at the Adams Farm, and many of the women were helping Margaret set the food out and make sure everything was in place, including Cordia and her best friend, Susannah. The men were sitting around, several smoking pipes, sharing news about their families. Finally, someone dared to bring up the topic of Fort Sumter and even secession. It seemed that, just like the county in general, those attending the party were split down the middle, fifty-fifty, half for Missouri leaving, half against. Jaris and Carey, who had arrived shortly after Cordia, looked at each other, wondering if this would be a good idea to announce their enlistments. Carey’s mother had died when he was born, but his father, an older, more rigid man, was present, and was sure to support his son in his decision to go off to fight. Just as Jaris began to open his mouth, his father stood up, looking over his shoulder toward the road.
Cordia’s eyes widened in horror as she thought about what Jaris’s cousins had been through. Their brother had been killed? How awful! Though she didn’t know these people, the thought of what they must have just gone through was inconceivable to her. She dropped the bucket of water, a small portion of its contents splashing her leg, and ran to Jaris, who still looked a little stunned himself. “My goodness!” she exclaimed, grabbing her betrothed by both hands. “How terrible. What happened?”“I’m not exactly sure,” he replied. “Will doesn’t seem to want to talk about it, and Julia is too out of sorts. They lived ten or fifteen miles from the town of Nevada, no other towns close by, just some neighbors here and there. Pretty close to the Kansas border.”“We are pretty close to the Kansas border,” Cordia exclaimed.Carey actually laughed at her, causing her to turn her head and
Finally, the finishing touches were done, and Margaret picked up the triangle, to ceremoniously call everyone to eat, though it wasn’t really necessary as they were all gathered relatively close together. The men made their way over and Rev. Jacobson, who had come along with his wife, said a short prayer, not only blessing Jaris on this occasion, but praying for the welfare of his extended family and for his beautiful young wife-to-be, which caught Cordia by surprise. She opened her eyes and looked at Jaris, who just happened to be looking at her. She blushed and closed her eyes again, feeling like a little kid who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, though in all fairness, he had his eyes open, too.As the others dug into the bountiful feast that the Adams family had spread before them, Cordia wandered off toward the horse corral, too much on her mind to eat just now. Jaris’s horse, a big appaloosa named Sam, came over to greet her, and she absent-mi
Will had cleaned himself up, as had Julia. He had even considered going outside and being sociable, as he was sure that is what Nolan would expect him to do. But he was not in any mood for introductions, nor was he ready to tell anyone about the ordeal they had just been through. His aunt had brought him in a plate of food—which he had devoured. Julia’s sat untouched, waiting for her. He was hoping that she would sleep awhile. She could use the rest.Eventually, he had wandered outside, hoping the fresh air would clear his head a little. But he did not dare venture into the crowd of strangers. It was hard enough for him to talk to a group of people he didn’t know, and the events of the day would make doing so even more difficult. He stood on the porch for a few minutes, looking around the farm. His uncle had some good land here and had done a fine job of clearing it and turning it into food and profit. He sat down on the porch rail, looking out beyond the fa