The ladies of Fort Grant get their feathers ruffled.
“Duty calls. I’ll come by later for the hop, girls,” Lieutenant Fahy said. “Good luck, Bill. I’ll have my boys dispose of the horse.”
Mrs. Markham eyed Miss Peckham steadily and waited for introduction.
William spoke. “Mrs. Markham, this is Miss Peckham from Philadelphia.”
“Yes, my uncle is a great friend of Captain Markham’s so I’m told.”
Mrs. Markham thought but came up blank. “Miss Peckham, I’m sorry to say that Captain Markham is on detached duty.”
“That sounds interesting. Is he off killing Indians?” Miss Peckham asked.
“No, court martial duty.”
“Oh. Well, I was wondering—hoping really that I might stay on a few days. I’m an authoress and I’m studying women—women of the West.”
Mrs. Markham laughed. “And what is there to study? Women are women.”
“So may I stay?”
Mrs. Markham blushed.
William began to strip the dead horse lying nearby of its tack.
“Mr. Weldon, I’m sorry about your pony,” Mrs. Markham said.
“That’s all right, ma’am. I rode her too hard. It’s my own fault.”
Mrs. Markham rubbed William’s back as he stood up. “I have no room for you, Bill, I’m afraid, but we’ll set you up a nice tent for the night out back or maybe you’d like to find space with the infantry . . .”
“No, that’s too much trouble. I can, well, I can just go . . .” William craved a drink.
“You have no choice, young man. You deserve at least a hero’s supper, the way you saved your girl,” Mrs. Markham said.
“Mr. Weldon did not save me, and we’re just acquaintances,” Miss Peckham stated.
Mrs. Markham glanced at Miss Peckham. “Yes, well, I suppose you may stay on, miss. But Bill’s a hero to us. Thankful will share her room. It’s small but she’s done it up so sweet.”
Miss Peckham brightened. “Good! Mr. Weldon, I’ll pay you again tomorrow if you go fetch my trunk and things from town and bring them back by stage—I left them with that Ginny girl—you do think she’s honest don’t you, Mr. Weldon—as you know her much better than I do?”
“Thankful’s room is small for a lot of things, Miss Peckham,” Mrs. Markham said.
Miss Peckham ignored the matron. “It’s no trouble for you, is it, Mr. Weldon?”
“No, I guess not.”
“How much do you want?” Miss Peckham asked, opening her purse again.
“Please, Miss Peckham, I won’t take a cent from you,” William replied, glancing around in humiliation. “There’s no need to negotiate a thing.”
“Ginny tells me you have no problem negotiating with her,” Miss Peckham joked.
William wiped his face. “Ginny is a friend, mostly. . . ”
Miss Peckham chuckled. “That girl is a beast and as dumb as stone.”
“You said earlier looks don’t matter and these two ladies don’t care what I get up to in town,” William said, turning to Mrs. Markham. “I’m not worthy of your company, and I never would have made the trip if I thought we’d be standing here discussing anything that goes on in town.”
“That’s the trouble with men,” Miss Peckham addressed the women as intimates. “They underestimate our tolerance for things. Women don’t faint at the thought of a whore or sex. Women have urges and feelings . . .”
Thankful blushed and took a step away from the others.
“It’s a matter of manners and breeding, Miss Peckham,” Mrs. Markham said, “that we prefer to avoid topics that may put a friend in an uncomfortable spot.”
“Pardon me,” Miss Peckham said. “I hadn’t imagined the army to be so quaint in manner when in action, from what I hear, they employ the most modern techniques of extermination.”
“Miss Peckham, stories in eastern magazines are not always accurate sources of information on the army,” William said.
“My Captain Markham is just now risking his life for the likes of you,” Mrs. Markham said, her voice deepening, “so you may travel around prattling on about a world you don’t understand and feeling superior!”
“Oh, please, ma’am, I meant no offense to you personally,” Miss Peckham said, taking the matron’s hand in her own. “My uncle has spoken quite highly of the captain. I’m sure there are exceptions.”
“Captain Markham is no exception!” Mrs. Markham replied. “Every officer in his regiment is as honorable as he is, and I’m proud of the whole lot of them. They’ve always shown themselves to be as fair-minded and as considerate as possible. There are bad soldiers somewhere, I’m sure, but I’ve never met one yet, and I’ve been with the army since the war.”
“That’s sweet, but does the army pay you?” Miss Peckham asked.
“Is everything about money to you? I gladly go without to spend time with the captain . . .”
“Some women, I know, are impressed by a uniform,” Miss Peckham laughed.
“It’s the man wearing it, Miss Peckham!” Mrs. Markham exclaimed.
“I always wondered. Do military men insist that their wives call them by their titles?” Miss Peckham asked.
“It’s a show of respect, miss,” William said.
“And endearment,” Mrs. Markham added with reddened face.
“Oh, Mrs. Markham, I’m sure you’re satisfied with the captain,” Miss Peckham said, patting the older lady’s arm, “but I for one have never been good at taking orders.”
“Captain Markham doesn’t order me!” Mrs. Markham cried.
“But it’s implied.” Miss Peckham noted. She straightened her pantaloons.
“Miss Peckham, Mrs. Markham is doing a nice thing in letting you stay, but maybe you might find town more to your liking,” William suggested.
“Mrs. Markham, I’m sure you understand my talk is of a political nature and not intended to make judgment on you personally. We’re all creatures of our environment,” Miss Peckham explained.
Thankful turned to her. “There is good reason for women to stay clear of politics. Bringing women’s minds into the gutter, where some men keep theirs already, is not my idea of progress.” She gave William a sharp look.
“And what do you believe is progress, Miss Crenshaw?” Miss Peckham asked.
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