A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
The Captain and I went down the steps of the house. At the bottom of the stairs, the Captain gathered his horse’s reins from a young black servant, and we walked out to the road together.
I looked straight ahead as we wondered along. I finally got up enough nerve to say, “Thank you for allowing me to accompany you on the track-down of the Yanks. I am not a brave man, but your presence made me brave, and it did the same for the men that followed you.”
He looked at me and said, “As you recall, I didn’t give you much choice.”
I chuckled and retorted, “I guess you are right. But you’ll never know how scared I was.”
He smiled and stated, “We don’t really know what we can do until the time comes, and then we react bravely or we don’t. You reacted bravely. I was glad you were along, and I know Ms. Daphne Jane Newcomer was also. Now, you need to go back up there and claim that woman’s hand because I believe she is yours for the asking.”
We stopped and faced each other. He stuck out his hand and I shook it vigorously. He then mounted, turn his steed toward the Newcomer family, took off his hat, did the most graceful bow and sweeping movement with his hat, and rode off into the night.
It seems that some people are cavaliers no matter what universe they are situated in.
I took a deep breath, turned and went back up to the Newcomer family. They were all still standing and looking at the dust left in the wake of Captain Mosby’s departure.
Mr. Newcomer commented, “There goes a great leader. We will hear great things from him.”
Mrs. Newcomer added, “I just hope the Good Lord will protect him, for I feel he is brave but too bold.”
Daphne looked at me and asked, “What did you discuss with Captain Mosby?”
Mr. Newcomer gasped, “Daphne Jane that is a private conversation and is none of your business. Now you apologize to Mr. Hager this instant.”
I broke in, “It is alright Mr. Newcomer.”
I turned to the beet red, beautiful face of Daphne Newcomer and said, “I thanked him for allowing me to accompany him on his bold enterprise against the Yanks.”
Daphne demurely looked down as she rasped, “I apologize for asking such an impertinent question.” Then she looked up and her eyes locked on to mine and she added, “But I appreciate your answering it.”
I smiled broadly, and turning to her father, requested, “Mr. Newcomer, may I escort your daughter into the parlor?”
He reluctantly nodded his head in consent. I offered my arm to Daphne. She coyly entwined her arm in mine, and turning toward the front door, we strode into the house.