Part 38 (1/2)

”I don't know. But I can't stay here.” That much he was sure of, Oak Hill, Red Springs, all of this was no longer necessary to him any more than the outgrown toys of childhood could hold the interest of a man.

Once, hurt and seeking for freedom, he had thought of the army as home.

Now he knew he had yet to find what he wanted or needed. But there was no reason why he could not go looking, even if he could not give a name to the object of such a search. ”I might go west. It's all new out there, a good place to start on my own.”

There was a catch of breath from Aunt Marianna. The look she gave Cousin Merry held something of accusation. ”You told him!”

”Told me what, ma'am?”

”That your father is alive....” She saw his surprise.

”Is that true, suh?” Drew appealed to the major.

Forbes scowled, tugging at the belt supporting his saber. ”Yes. We found some letters among your grandfather's papers after his death. Your father wasn't killed; he was in a Mexican prison during the war. When he escaped and returned to Texas, your grandfather had already been there and taken your mother away. Hunt Rennie was too ill to follow immediately. Before he had recovered enough to travel, he was informed his wife was dead, and he was allowed to believe that you died with her--at birth.”

”But why?” Alexander Mattock had disliked, even hated his grandson. So why should he have lied to keep Drew with him at Red Springs?

”Because of Murray,” Cousin Merry said slowly, sadly. ”It was a cruel thing to do, so cruel. Alexander Mattock was a hard man. He couldn't bear opposition; it made him go close to the edge of sanity, I truly believe. I know we are not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but I can't forgive him for what he did to those two. Melanie and Hunt were so young, young and in love. And your Uncle Murray deliberately pushed that quarrel on Hunt. Jefferson was there; he tried to stop it. The duel was _not_ Hunt's fault----”

”Uncle Murray and my father fought a duel?” Drew demanded.

”Yes. Murray was badly wounded, and for a time his life was despaired of. Your grandfather swore out a warrant against Hunt for attempted murder! So he and Melanie ran away. They were so pitifully young!

Melanie was just sixteen and Hunt two years older, though he seemed a man, having lived such a hard life on the frontier. They went back to Texas, and she was very happy there--I had some letters from her. Yes, she was happy until the War with Mexico began. Then Hunt was reported killed, his father, too. And she was left all alone with distant kin of theirs. So your grandfather went down to fetch her home. I'll always believe he really wanted to punish her for going against his will. She died--” her voice broke--”she died, because she had no will to live, and _then_ he was sorry. But just a little, not enough to blame himself any.