Another letter confiscated by the villain, not in the book.
The Year of Our Lord 1814
My Dearest Husband,
I have not received any word from you since you sailed away
from Latvia. I hope you are well. I must write quickly in order to send this to
you. There is still a guard at my gate. I feel so desperate and trapped.
With your connection in the government, perhaps you can
return and help me travel to England. There will be one added person in need of
your assistance, our son. If you cannot come at once, please write. I am most
anxious to hear from you.
Never forget my enduring love. Anxiously waiting.
Yours Always,
Rebecca Sudduth
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First Love
Does it
count that I’m still married to my first love? My love came to visit my older
sister, drat the luck. He rode up to the house on his horse with graceful
competence, one with his mount, tall in the saddle and all the other things
written in western romance novels about the hero. Needless to say, I melted
with admiration.
I thought he
was so cute in his big, cowboy hat. I know he wore clothes, jeans, and boots
etc., however, I don’t remember the color of the shirt, but that hat! Wow! To
this day, I remember that gray hat set at a slant on his coal black hair. In
fact, he still owns that same hat, a bit out of date and hanging in the hallway
of our home. Our grandson wears it occasionally. It looks good on him, too.
I’m not
positive when he noticed me, but I noticed him, at once. I think my hero thought
I was only a child being only thirteen to his mature sixteen. The next time I
saw him, he looked a little closer. Finally, he noticed and I noticed back. It
didn’t take him long to come around to my way of thinking.
His coal
black hair is now peppered with silver, and much to my disgust, he stopped
wearing his cowboy hat. He replaced it with a cap.
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