Part 8
by Paula B and CJ
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Boyle County Courthouse
1030 hours
AJ Chegwidden called nearly every citizen of Perryville to testify on Cordelia's behalf. It had taken days and left the jury with the weekend to ponder Cordelia's virtues before Lauren Singer took the stand. On Monday, he called a few more, just for good measure, to leave the jury with a fresh taste instead of allowing Rabb to open up with Singer. Finally, regretfully, he turned the trial over to Harmon Rabb.
With little fanfare, Lauren Singer took the stand. Obviously, the girl was nervous. She swallowed and stammered as she answered Rabb's questions.
"What did you see on the Wallace farm earlier this year, on the fourth of January?" Rabb paced the question.
Singer swallowed, then said, "I seen Miss Cori shoot her brother-in-law in cold blood. He had finally done what any good single man would do for his brother's widow, got down on his knees and asked her to marry him. She leaned right down and took his own gun and shot him. Said he'd never get her land. Shot him right in the chest. The blood went ever-whur."
"Did Daniel Wallace make any move to assault or molest Mrs. Wallace?" Rabb continued.
"None that I seen," Singer smirked. "I always thought Miss Cori took a shine to him after Mr. Braxton died. Mr. Daniel was a handsome man."
"Objection! The witness cannot testify about what she thought Mrs. Wallace might think or feel," AJ interrupted.
Judge Boone nodded. "Sustained. The witness must limit her responses to what she observed."
Rabb sighed. "I'll repeat the question. Did Daniel Wallace make any move to assault or molest Mrs. Wallace?"
"No, sir," Singer said emphatically.
"Was there another person present during this encounter?" Rabb asked.
"Nobody as fur as I could tell. That big slave of hers weren't nowhere to be seen. He's been scarce since all of this happened," Singer said.
«Now why would Sturgis be scarce of he didn't see anything?» Rabb paused, thrown by her answer. "Why didn't you come forward before Mrs. Wallace's testimony?"
Singer swallowed and looked down before she answered. "I ain't nobody in this town, Mr. Rabb. I believe in staying out of trouble. But I couldn't let her jist lie like that."
Rabb turned to Chegwidden. He could hear the man breathing. Even though he had never seen the man, he could tell from his footfalls and the trajectory of his voice that the Union General was a big man. «Not many people speak on an even level with me.» Rabb angled his unseeing gaze purposefully, targeting where he thought the man's eyes would be. He knew it unsettled people when a blind man 'looked them in the eye.' "Your witness, General."
AJ stood. «Something about her testimony…that first part. Of course.» "Miss Singer, could you describe the shooting?"
"I already done that," Singer was nervous again.
"Please, ma'am, humor me. Tell us what you saw." AJ waited.
"I seen him propose to her an' I seen her shoot him," Singer said tersely. She watched the back of the room as Sydney Walden slipped out the door.
Tess Coulter followed Singer's gaze. She was torn. «Do I follow Sydney Walden or listen to the rest of the testimony?» After a moment, she opted for following Walden, knowing that there would be a court record of the trial. While it would be devoid of the nuances of the testimony, it would have the basic content. «This might be more important.» No one seemed to notice as she slipped out silently.
The questioning of the witness continued. "How close to Daniel Wallace was Miss Cori when you saw her shoot him?" AJ asked.
"She was right close. He held her hands when he proposed. He didn't have no time to back up after she took his gun." Singer shook her head as she spoke.
AJ paused. "Was he still on his knees when you saw her shoot him? Or did he have time to stand up?"
"He…he stood as she took the gun," Singer stammered.
"Yes, that's what you said before. Have you ever seen anyone else shot, ma'am?" AJ asked.
Singer stared at him. "No. I never seen nobody else git shot," she sneered.
"I imagine, then, since you'd never seen anything like it, it was quite frightening," AJ sympathized with her.
"Hit was." Singer nodded as she spoke. "The blood was ever-whur. I never seen nothin' like it 'afore in my life."
AJ nodded. Cordelia stared, puzzled. «What is he doing?»
"Where did the blood go, Miss Singer?" AJ asked.
"Ever-whur, like I done said. He fell back in a pool of blood," Singer said ominously.
AJ glanced at Cordelia, who was beginning to understand the direction of his questioning. "He fell back, not forward?"
"It don't matter which way he fell. He was dead an' he fell. But there was blood ever-whur." Singer sounded defensive.
"Was there blood on Mrs. Wallace?" AJ asked.
"I don’t rightly remember," Singer mumbled.
"You said earlier that the blood went everywhere and that Mrs. Wallace was in close proximity to the victim. Did the blood get on her clothes?" AJ asked pointedly.
"I reckon it must'ave, but I don't rightly remember," Singer said angrily.
A trace of a smile curled the corners of AJ's mouth. He struggled to hide his pleasure. "Did the blood get on Sturgis?"
"He was too far away. He didn't get no blood on him. But it was all over Mr. Daniel and Miss Cori," Singer assured him.
AJ paused, then shuffled through some papers, "I'm sorry, Miss Singer, I must have made a mistake. You mentioned earlier that Sturgis wasn't there. Now you say he was there, but too far away to be spattered with blood. Which was it? Was he there? Or not?"
Singer stammered defensively, "I…he wasn't there. I don't know why I said he was too far away to get splattered. He wasn't there."
Rabb watched in shock. «Is she lying? She never veered once from the story she told me. It was always the same, almost as if by rote.» Rabb glanced at Cordelia. «Maybe it was by rote. Maybe Miss Cori was telling the truth. That's why Sturgis disappeared, because he shot Daniel Wallace to protect Miss Cori. Or maybe she didn't speak because she did kill him. How will we find out for sure?»
"I'm finished with this witness, your honor. I'd like to recall Corporal Michael Roberts." AJ smiled triumphantly at Cordelia. She watched his every move, took in every gesture, every word.
Mikey Roberts took the stand nervously. «I know that General Chegwidden wants to help Miss Cori, but why is he calling me?»
Judge Boone reminded Roberts, "You are still under oath, Corporal." Mikey nodded and AJ began to ask his questions.
"Corporal, how quickly were you on the scene after the shooting?" AJ asked.
"It wasn't long, sir. I was patrolling nearby and heard the shot. I ran. I arrived there about the same time you did, sir." Mikey took a deep breath.
"What did you see?" AJ asked. He had purposely avoided this line of testimony previously.
"I saw Miss Cori. She was pale as a ghost. And Daniel Wallace, he was on the ground, dead." Mikey swallowed.
"What about the blood?" AJ asked.
"I didn't see much. It was splattered on the grass some. When we rolled Daniel Wallace over so we could see the wound; there was some blood underneath him, soaking into the ground. His shirt was stained," Mikey stated.
"Would you say that blood was everywhere?" AJ waited.
Mikey shook his head, "No, sir. I didn't see much blood at all."
"Was there blood on Miss Cori?" AJ glanced at Cordelia.
"No, sir, not a drop," Mikey nodded again.
"You mentioned rolling Daniel Wallace over. Why was this?" AJ asked.
"Well, sir, we had to check him out. He was lying face down," Mikey said.
This time AJ glanced at Rabb, who was listening intently. "Face down? Are you sure? Miss Singer just testified that he fell back, not forward."
"He was face down, I'm certain. I helped roll him onto his back," Mikey assured the court. He rolled his eyes. "He was heavier than he looked." The crowd laughed at Mikey's comment.
"Your witness, Mr. Rabb," AJ said.
"Did you see Sturgis there?" Rabb asked.
"No. He must have been already gone by the time I arrived," Mikey said quietly.
Rabb tilted his head. "Already gone? What makes you say he was there?"
Mikey stared incredulously at Rabb. "Why, Miss Cori said he was there. He must have been. She only wanted to protect him after he saved her from Daniel Braxton coming after her. That's what he said, too."
"You have spoken to the slave Sturgis since these events?" Rabb was shocked.
"Before Sturgis left, he told my brother. And Sturgis isn't a slave. He's been a freedman since old Mr. Wallace died." Mikey said. "He stayed to help Miss Cori and Mr. Braxton. He pretty much ran the farm after Mr. Braxton died. He knew all about the horses. He didn't want to go, but Miss Cori made him leave. For his own safety."
"Did General Chegwidden tell you to say that?" Rabb asked.
Mikey gave Rabb a puzzled look. "I didn't even know that General Chegwidden planned to call me back up here. He never told me to say anything."
Rabb lowered his head then turned to Judge Boone. "Your honor, I'd like a recess. I need to speak to a previous witness."
"It's about time for lunch, anyway," Judge Boone murmured. "Court is adjourned until one o'clock."
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Danville Train Station
1130 hours
"Well, damn it." Webb groaned. "I want a bath."
"I’m sorry, sir. It shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes or so." The conductor told him. "It’s just a minor problem. You can wait on the train or take a walk. But don’t go too far. We should be leaving soon."
Webb looked at his traveling companions. Sarah smiled and stood. "Come along, Clayton. Let’s see the beauty that is Danville. I would like to freshen up just a bit."
"I’ll wait here." Galindez stretched out on the seat and covered his face with his hat. While it had been a surprisingly easy trip, he was exhausted.
Webb handed Sarah down from the train and started to walk her to the station, then they noticed the crowd of people advancing toward the courthouse.
"What’s going on?" Webb looked around. "Hey kid!"
A young boy stopped and stared at the three. "Yes, sir?"
"Where’s everybody going?"
"Why to the trial. That there Mizz Singer says she done seen Mizz Cori kill Mister Daniel even after Mizz Cori Wallace done tole’ everybody what really happened."
"Oh, hell." Webb sighed. "You better go on without me, Sarah."
"Clay?"
"I saw it, Sarah. She’s innocent. I don’t know who this Singer woman is, but I saw it and I have to go find Miss Cori's lawyer and tell him."
"But Clay, you’re a mess. Even with the new clothes I got you in Athens."
"Then you go on, freshen up at the hotel and have Victor drive you back in a carriage." He took her by the shoulders and gazed into her eyes. "Sarah, honey, I have to do this. If-if…"
"If you hadn’t chased after me, she wouldn’t have come to trial?"
"I will always chase after you, but now I have to do this." He kissed her nose. "Now go on."
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Boyle County Courthouse
1145 hours
As the spectators crowded around the exits, few people noticed a frantic entrance into the courtroom. A man had struggled his way through the mass of people to appear at Cordelia's side.
"Clayton Webb!" Cordelia smiled when she recognized him. "I haven't seen you in ages! What brings you back home?"
Webb, unsure of how much he should reveal about his alliance with Sarah, glanced at Chegwidden, then back to Cordelia. "You do. I came as soon as I heard about the trial. I never thought they'd try you for murder. I never thought they'd try you at all. If I'd known, I wouldn't have left. I was riding on the road near the fence line when it happened. I saw you take the gun from Sturgis. I'm here to testify."
Completely taken aback by Webb’s sudden appearance and Cordelia’s warm welcome AJ growled, "Well, Mr. Webb, I'd say you have perfect timing. We're ready for that testimony as soon as everyone returns from lunch," He eyed Webb’s wrinkled travel attire. «Just how does he know her? She sure looks happy to see him. But I better hear what he has to say.» "If you'll come with us, we can prepare over lunch. Mrs. Wallace isn't allowed to leave the courthouse, so the innkeeper brings lunch in. There should be plenty."
The three of them left the courtroom through a door near the table. It opened into a corridor that led to a small room without windows. Cordelia sat quietly at a table in the center of the room. The men stood for a moment, seeming to size each other up before joining her at the table.
"What I don't understand, Clay, is why you didn't stop in if you were in town? I don't believe I've seen you since --" Cordelia stopped abruptly.
"Since I lost the family home? It's all right to say it, Cordelia," Clay said quietly. "You're about the only person in Perryville I would even think about visiting, but I wouldn't be good for your reputation."
"You were my husband's friend and neighbor and you will always be welcome in my home, whatever your circumstances," Cordelia stated emphatically. "And you are particularly welcome right now. General Chegwidden here, has just cast considerable doubt on Lauren Singer's testimony, thank the lord. I'm eternally grateful to him." Her cheeks flushed, Cordelia glanced down shyly.
Webb noticed her blush then eyed Chegwidden. «It would seem that Cordelia is more than grateful.»
"We have far to go yet. This…gentleman's testimony will help. Of course, we'll need to explain why you didn't come forward sooner." AJ crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an explanation.
Webb hesitated, and AJ glared at him. Webb met the glare with one of his own. Cordelia stared first at one, then at the other. «They remind me of dogs about to fight. Whatever has gotten into them?»
"I left town to follow a poker game. I never dreamed Cordelia would be treated like this when I left. We – I just returned and heard about it," Webb hissed.
"If you'd stayed from the beginning, it might never have gone to trial," AJ muttered under his breath.
"Gentlemen," Cordelia said quietly, "I suspect we should concentrate on what will happen this afternoon rather than what has already happened."
Both men glanced at her and their hackles seemed to go down a bit. AJ asked Webb a few questions, preparing Webb for the witness stand. A knock interrupted them. It was the innkeeper with lunch.
"I only brought fer two," the man grunted. He unlatched the cover of a basket and removed two steaming plates of food, heaped high with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and cabbage. There was cornbread and butter on another plate. From a bucket, he pulled a pitcher of water and two glasses. "I can git'cha some coffee if'n y'all want it."
AJ nodded.
"I'll see you after lunch," Webb said as he turned to leave. He glanced back at Cordelia and whispered reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'll be there."
Cordelia nodded and began to eat as the door closed. "I finally have an appetite. It's going to be all right, isn't it?"
"It will, I believe. Looks like your knight in shining armor showed up just in time," AJ stated without emotion. «I was a fool to think she'd want me, even after the trial. All the while she had someone waiting in the wings.» He looked at the plate filled with food, toying with his mashed potatoes.
"Whatever do you mean by that?" Cordelia asked, pausing between bites. "You've been here the whole time."
"I, madame?" AJ was incredulous.
"You are the one who stepped in when Evan Ferrari was about to let me be hanged without so much as a fight. You were the one who learned the truth and promised not to expose my work on the stand. And today, you were the one who showed that Lauren Singer was lying. When this is over, I shall owe my life to you," Cordelia whispered. «And I fear that I have already lost my heart to you, as well.» She felt her hand shake as she raised the glass of water to her lips.
AJ protested, "You shall owe me nothing." Inordinately pleased with her declaration, he finally began to eat.
"Only because you are a true gentleman," Cordelia smiled up at him.
"Only because it is true," AJ's words echoed hers. "What would your Mr. Webb think of such a statement, that you owe me your life?"
"My Mr. Webb? As far as I know, he belongs to no one, certainly not to me. He is an old friend of my late husband's. They were boys together; Clay was more of a brother to Braxton than Daniel ever was. His mother died about the same time Braxton did. That's when Clay really started gambling. He disappeared after he used his family's home to pay off a debt. If only he had told me, I would have gladly given him the money to keep from having Sydney Walden as my neighbor." Cordelia shook her head sadly. "But he was too proud." She began to eat again.
AJ watched her thoughtfully. "How can you be so certain that he has not come back for you?"
"Why, that’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard. Besides, it wouldn't matter if he had. He is a dear friend and he will always be welcome in my home, but he has no such place in my heart," Cordelia spoke sadly, thinking more of her feelings for the man she faced. «You, General, would be welcome in either.»
"You miss your husband," AJ said. It was a statement, not a question. He stabbed at his green beans as he waited for a response.
Cordelia sighed and levelled her gaze at AJ, "I have lived more years without him than with him. I was married at sixteen, widowed at eighteen. I only knew him for a year when I married him. To say I miss him --" her voice faded rather than complete her statement. «I sound so unkind. But it is difficult to miss someone I barely knew.»
"You were eighteen when your husband died? How did you manage?" AJ's shock was clear. He waited for her answer.
Cordelia nodded. "Sturgis ran the farm for a long time. He taught me everything I know. There wasn't much else for me to do. Daniel only came back when he needed a horse. He thought I didn't know that he sold his horses every time he needed money. As long as he stayed away, I didn't care what it took. Whenever he did stay, Sturgis and Bobbi stayed in the house with me, in the room where you stay. That never went over well with him, but as long as he had his horse, he didn't cause too much trouble. Everything felt so unreal. A few years later I learned of the Underground Railroad. Suddenly, life was real again. I had a purpose."
"You never remarried? There's been no one?" AJ asked.
Cordelia sighed. "There was no one I could trust. The railroad was far too important to risk. So many lives at stake." «And it has never bothered me until I met you.»
"You are a still a young widow," AJ said. «And a beautiful one.»
"The country is full of young widows, General." Cordelia lowered her head demurely. She felt the color burn across her cheeks. She placed her fork on the plate.
«I believe I've made her blush.» AJ coughed uncomfortably. He reached for a piece of the chicken. "We should finish eating. We must return to the courtroom soon."
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Boyle County Bank and Trust
1130 hours
Tess exited the courthouse just in time to see Sydney Walden enter the bank off the courthouse square. She followed quickly, entering the bank and pulling her notebook out of her reticule as she approached the counter where Sydney stood in deep discussion. She seemed to talk forever. «If only I could hear what she's saying.» Tess stepped nearer and placed her notebook on the counter. She began to write as she listened carefully.
"…the full sum. That's correct," Sydney said.
"That's quite a bit of money, Mrs. Walden. Are you sure?" the man at the counter said.
Sydney pulled her shoulders back. "Yes, I'm sure. Now do as I tell you. I want to release that debt. Now."
"I'll need to get the manager to do that. It won't take long," the teller anticipated Sydney's dissatisfaction.
"Well, be quick about it," Sydney demanded impatiently.
The man scurried off after a hurried, "Yes, ma'am."
«What debt is she releasing? The sharecrop debt that Lauren Singer and Chris Ragle owe? In exchange for the testimony?» Tess continued to scribble. She wanted to look busy so that no one would approach or distract her.
The teller returned with the bank manager after a few moments. "Mrs. Walden, how nice to see such a valued customer. I understand you wish to release a debt. That paperwork might take a little while. I'll walk you through it."
"How long will it take, Mr. Baker?" Sydney asked sharply.
The manager smiled, "Just long enough for us to ascertain that you are not being forced, in any way, to release a debt. It's just a formality, but one that lets us safeguard our client's interests. Especially when that client is an attractive widow of whom someone without scruples might take advantage. Are there any extenuating circumstances influencing your decision, Mrs. Walden?"
"I am quite capable of making my own decisions, regardless of any extenuating circumstances," Sydney barked.
"Now, now, Mrs. Walden," Baker soothed, "I just want to protect you. That Chris Ragle is not without his charms and I wouldn't want him to take advantage of you."
Sydney sighed impatiently. "It has nothing to do with Chris Ragle. That common law wife of his, Lauren Singer, it's for her. She's been working so hard with all those wounded Union soldiers at my house. I wanted to reward her by releasing her debt. It's quite simple, Mr. Baker."
"Why, yes, so it is. It's very kind of you, Mrs. Walden," Baker smiled graciously as he soothed her anger.
«She is paying Singer off!» Tess scribbled down the information in her notes. «I hope the trial isn't finished by the time I get out of here!»
The bank manager brought out some forms, arranging and rearranging them. He dipped his pen in the ink and began to write. Sydney watched impatiently. It seemed to take forever as the man's pen moved over each sheet. He blotted every page in turn. He frowned then cut the quill, glancing at Sydney Walden, who grew more impatient with every passing minute. When the bank manager finally stopped writing, he turned the papers for Sidney to see.
After reading each one carefully, Sydney signed each one with a flourish. As soon as she finished, she gave the man a curt, "Thank you for you help," then turned and sashayed out the door. Under her breath she muttered, "A small price for a fine horse farm."
Tess shoved her notebook into her reticule and hurried out of the bank. She hurried back to the courthouse. She arrived just as the recess was granted. «I need to let Mr. Rabb know. He's a good man, and once he knows the truth, he'll expose Lauren Singer's lies. Poor vulnerable girl, She's really just a victim of that ole witch, Sydney Walden. Perhaps Mr. Rabb can think of a way to make her pay.» Tess struggled through the crowd too late. Trial had already started again.
10 January 1863
Perryville, Kentucky
Perryville Train Station
1200 hours
The train had been repaired more quickly that had been anticipated and they made good time getting back to Perryville. Stepping off the train, they were surprised to see so many people standing in groups talking to each other.
Victor escorted Sarah back to the hotel. Just as they were entering they heard two men standing outside the hotel talking.
"Well, she’s got that damned Yankee general defending her. Don’t hold with a white woman doin’ what she done, but fair’s fair, and that Daniel Wallace was a real bad man. Probably got what he deserved."
"Well, I hear tell that Lauren Singer says she saw it. Don’t believe it for a moment myself." The other man nodded sagely. "Her and that Chris Ragle are just as bad as Wallace was. Course, that Chegwidden will make short work of her." The men both laughed and walked away.
Mac groaned. "Come on. I want to get him a fresh suit and freshen up a bit myself."
"You go on. I’ll arrange for a carriage and drive you back. I’ll grab a suit and clean up with him there in Danville. We probably ought to plan on staying the night there. Maybe we can find a card game." He grinned.
"Well, I have to get over there anyway."
"Why?"
"Because Chegwidden is the man I have to see. I thought he'd be here in Perryville, but it seems he's in Danville defending Miss Cori."
He met her out in front of the courthouse and once again they pushed the horse to get them through the countryside. They passed several companies of Union soldiers, but they weren’t stopped. They arrived in Danville just in time to see Clay stomping out of the courthouse, looking angry and bewildered.
"Is everything okay?" She asked as she handed him the suitcase with his clothes inside.
"I guess. I swear that damned general wants to break my nose or something. He’s pissed that I didn’t know beforehand."
"Well at least you’re here now. Do you have time to wash up?"
"Yeah. Let’s go find a hotel. I don’t know how long this will last."
After cleaning up, Galindez walked back to the courthouse with his friends. But when he discovered that there was little or no extra room he leaned into Sarah. "You take that seat there in back. I’m going to get something to eat."
"Oh, Victor. I didn’t think about that. We should have found something to eat on the way. I just want to get this over with. We’ll meet up later, okay?"
"Sure, Sarah. I’ll see you then. He walked down the street until he found a restaurant. Glancing in the window, he was surprised to see a familiar face. «The schoolteacher from Perryville! Now what is she doing here?» Stepping inside, he found the restaurant full with no open tables. He would have just left but she happened to glance his way. He knew she remembered him by the look on her face. Something drew him to her and he made his way between the tables. "Good afternoon, senorita."
Gloria Rice felt wicked and bold and was very happy that she had to come to Danville to see the district superintendent. She had immediately noticed man who had helped her pick up her books last week. Her heart skipped a beat. "G-good afternoon. I’m sure we were introduced, but you must forgive me, I appear to have forgotten your name."
Victor smiled. "Galindez, senora, Victor Galindez."
Gloria blushed. "It appears very crowded today." Ladies of breeding didn’t do what she was about to do but she kept her eyes on him and suggested, "Won’t you join me?"
He was a little shocked but very pleased and from the blush on her cheeks he knew she thought she was being quite forward. Pulling out the chair across from her he grinned. "You’re right, senorita. We were introduced, but to my eternal shame I too have forgotten your name."
"Gloria Rice. I’m the…"
"Schoolteacher. Yes, that I remember. So tell me, Senorita Rice, how are the children behaving?" He listened intently as she told him the day-to-day trials and tribulations of being a teacher during a time of war. He commiserated with her added responsibilities of dealing with children who had relatives on both sides of the fighting.
They were both so immersed in their conversation that neither noticed when they were the last patrons in the dining room.
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Boyle County Courthouse
1300 hours
Webb sat uncomfortably in the witness stand. The Union General stared at him as if he wanted to bore a hole right through him. «Does he remember that I'm testifying for his client?» "I heard a scream during my ride. As I approached, I realized that it was Mrs. Wallace. Her brother-in-law, Daniel Wallace, had grabbed her and pushed her against the fence."
"You did nothing to help her?" Chegwidden glared.
"I was too far away. Before I could reach her, Sturgis appeared. He pulled Daniel off her. They struggled, and Daniel reached for his gun with his right hand. Daniel pulled the trigger himself, but Sturgis managed to push the gun away. The bullet went in here," Webb paused and pointed to his left side, just under his ribcage. "From the upward angle, it could have hit his spine or ricocheted into his heart."
"Objection, the witness is not a doctor," Rabb stated.
"Sustained," Boone said.
Chegwidden crossed his arms. "Have you seen many men die, Mr. Webb?"
"I have," Webb said.
"Under what circumstances?" Chegwidden asked.
"Usually in fights over a card game. One man calls another a cheater, they fight, one reaches for a gun. There's no telling which one may be killed," Webb stated without emotion.
Chegwidden nodded and dropped his arms. "Would you compare them to the struggle between Sturgis and Daniel Wallace?"
"Much the same. I've seen bullets enter there and usually, at that angle, they either hit the spine or they ricochet and hit the heart. I've seen it more than once. The way Daniel died so quickly, I'd guess the bullet hit his heart," Webb said coldly.
"Objection. The witness is not a doctor," Rabb cried out impatiently.
Boone nodded but said, "He's seen it happen before. I'll allow it. He's not testifying as a physician. If that isn't how Wallace died, you'll have the opportunity to question him and the opportunity to call witnesses to refute him."
Chegwidden smiled. "Was there a great deal of blood at the scene?"
"There was blood on the gun, blood on Sturgis, and blood on the ground," Webb gave a minimal description.
"How did Daniel Wallace fall to the ground?" Chegwidden asked.
Without pause, Webb said, "He fell face down."
Chegwidden crossed his arms over his chest. "Why were you unavailable as a witness until earlier?"
"I left town the day Daniel Wallace was killed. It was clearly self-defense. Daniel meant to kill Sturgis and disgrace his sister-in-law. There's no doubt in my mind. I never dreamed an innocent woman would be brought up on such preposterous charges. When I returned to the area, I heard about the trial. I sought you and Mrs. Wallace out immediately so that I could testify," Webb explained.
"Your witness," Chegwidden said graciously to Rabb then sat.
Rabb stood slowly. Webb watched him carefully. He remembered Rabb. Remembered when he'd arrived in Perryville with his mother and stepfather. «The man could bluff his way through a card game with a pair of deuces.»
«Something familiar about that voice. And that name. Why can’t I place him? I wish I could see him.» He waited calmly, pretending to 'look' him in the eye. Finally he spoke, "So you had to leave town suddenly? Where did you go?"
Webb hesitated before he answered. "I went to Knoxville."
"As calmly as that? A little trip into the Confederate States of America?" Rabb taunted.
"I'm a gambler. I followed some friends, thinking there must be one hell of a game brewing. I go where I must, when I must, if I think there's a game worth following." The crowd gasped at Webb's bitter words.
Rabb nodded. "And you just happened to come back to Perryville just in time to testify?"
"I was returning with some friends." He shrugged, "The game wasn’t worth the trip and we left our belongings here."
"You mentioned that you knew Mrs. Wallace. At least, you recognized her, along with Daniel Wallace and Sturgis. How is that?" Rabb asked.
Webb swallowed before he answered, "I'm from Perryville. You know that, Rabb. Many's the night I played cards with you before I lost my family home paying the debts I owed you and a few of Perryville's other fine citizens. I'm a much better poker player now." Webb hadn't realized the bitterness he felt. «It wasn't Rabb's fault. He was an honest player. Not like Sydney Walden's henchman, Clark Palmer. It took me years to realize that he cheated. It was his cheating that built up my debt and forced me to sell Neville's Landing. I know he was hired by Walden to do it. I just could never prove it. Have I changed so much? Cordelia recognized me immediately. I can't believe that Rabb didn't recognize me.» Then it occurred to him. «My god, he's blind!»
Obviously taken aback, Rabb hesitated. «Now I know who he is. He used to own Neville's Landing. Had to sell it to Sydney Walden to cover gambling debts.»
Webb was amazed at the way Rabb moved in the courtroom. «Damn, I would have never realized he was blind. How in the hell did it happen?» As shocked as he was, Webb showed no emotion; he just waited calmly.
Harmon Rabb walked back to his table. «I wish I could see her face. Then I could read if she were guilty or innocent.» Even in the short time that he had been blind, he had learned to use his other senses. He had already assessed the smell that identified Chegwidden. He could tell by touch which table was the defense and which was the prosecution because one had a smoother finish than the other. He could hear Sydney Walden's hauty whisper, "Good for nothing lag-about. I made better use of his land than he ever could. He deserved to lose it."
Rabb paused. «I don't trust Webb's story either. It doesn't ring true. He's lying about something.» He turned to face the witness stand.
"Mr. Webb, what is your relationship with Mrs. Wallace?" Rabb asked.
Webb took a deep breath. "The same as my relationship with you, Rabb. There is none. I know her. I knew her brother-in-law. I beat him at cards the night before he died. Why not make me a suspect?"
Rabb spoke without emotion, "You could be."
"But I didn't do it; not any more than you did, or Mrs. Wallace did," Webb waited.
"And why should we believe you, Mr. Webb?" Rabb crossed his arms and waited for the response.
Webb eyed Rabb and answered, "Because I'm under oath, Mr. Rabb."
"Oh." Rabb presented his face to the jury box. "And I suppose you would have the jury believe that means something to a gambler." Rabb heard the shocked intake of breath, not just from the witness stand, but also from somewhere far to the back of the courtroom.
Clayton Webb looked up and met Sarah MacKenzie's angry gaze. It made his heart pound as he realized that she was just as upset by the insult to his integrity as he was. He took another deep breath. "Mr. Rabb, I know how to lie, just like I know how to cheat at cards. I've done both. My reasons for doing each are my own. However, I never cheated an honest man, and I have never lied under oath…sir. As to what the jury believes or doesn't believe, I would suggest that they take a look at the woman on trial. Cordelia Wallace is a good, honest woman." Webb looked to the Union General who had never stopped glaring at him. "She is one of the finest women in this accursed town, in my opinion. Her brother-in-law was the most worthless white man I have ever met, and I have met some truly worthless men in my life. She told you what happened. I cannot speak to the reasons why Lauren Singer would make up such a lie. I have no ulterior motive for not telling the truth."
Rabb knew in his heart that the man was telling truth. "No further questions, your honor."
It was time for closing arguments. AJ stood, taking his time as he walked across the room to stand in front of the jury. He watched them carefully. «That blind son-of-bitch may angle his face at eye level, but by god, I can look them in the eye.» He matched glances with each of them in turn. "The defendant, Cordelia Wallace, has been accused of killing her brother-in-law. She has testified as to the events, including her reasons for not speaking, even in her own behalf, until the man who defended her virtue was safely away. She could have died protecting that man, and she was willing to do so, even though he was a Negro. That is the character of this woman who has been accused of cold-blooded murder. Her character is why half the town has stepped forward to defend her, because they know her and know that she is simply not capable of murder."
AJ drew their attention to Cordelia by to face her. She smiled weakly, turning her gaze from him to the jury. AJ continued, "You've heard about the character of Daniel Wallace, too. Most of you probably knew him. We have two witnesses with contradictory stories. Consider the way they depict Daniel Wallace. Which witness seemed more accurate in regard to his character? The one who described him as an honorable man, proposing to his sister-in-law after all these years? Or the one who described him as a man who would accost his sister-in-law?"
"We have contradictory descriptions of the crime scene. One witness described it as having blood everywhere. Others described it as having very little blood." AJ crossed his arms over his chest. "Then let's consider that the deceased was shot with his own gun. Why would he have his gun drawn against Miss Cori? How could she prevail in a struggle, enabling her to shoot a man with his own gun? The prosecution offers sketchy details and circumstantial evidence, with the sole exception of one woman whose testimony is contradicted on more than one account."
"We must also consider motive," AJ shook his head. He raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "What did Mrs. Wallace have to gain from killing Daniel Wallace? Even if he did ask her to marry him, no one could force her into a marriage she didn't want. She already owned the land. What possible motive could have caused her to risk everything on Daniel Wallace's life? The prosecution has given us no credible alternative."
Again, AJ looked the individual members of the jury in the eye. "Your job as a jury is to determine her guilt or innocence, to deliberate as individuals and as a group, whether Miss Cori could do this deed for which she stands accused. I have already done so; that's why I took over her defense in the middle of trial, because I believe in her complete innocence. Now it is your turn. You hold her life in your hands. You must weigh the information, the information that overwhelmingly supports Miss Cori as an upstanding, compassionate citizen of your community. You must review the testimony to determine her guilt or innocence. I charge you to search your souls for the truth, and you will find it, just as I have."
Cordelia held her breath as AJ spoke. When he finished, he turned from the jury to face her, his gaze meeting hers. She exhaled with a small sigh then swallowed.
Walking slowly back to the table in order to give the jury time to let his words sink in, AJ finally took his seat.
It was Rabb's turn to speak. He waited in silence, thoughts rushing through his head. «Even I don't believe she's guilty any more.» He listened to the breathing in the courtroom. In the back, someone coughed as if to urge him forward. He stood slowly, collecting himself and his thoughts as he approached the jury, counting the steps so he wouldn't go too far. "Take away the contradictory testimony. Consider the facts. The defendant was found moments after the shooting holding the gun used to kill Daniel Wallace. There is no evidence that any other person was ever there. Look to your conscience as you determine the defendant's judgment." Rabb swallowed, unable to say more. He walked quickly and quietly to his table and returned to his seat.
AJ turned to stare as Rabb sat. «He doesn't even believe she's guilty. He's had his doubts before now, but something about Webb's testimony turned him.» AJ glanced at the jury. «Let's hope it turned them, too.»
A slight pressure on his hand startled AJ, drawing him out of his thoughts. It was Cordelia. She had gripped his hand in both hers. She leaned forward to whisper, "Whatever the outcome, thank you. If it were not for you, I would have already been hanged, I'm sure." The tears welled in her eyes.
«This has been so difficult for her, much more difficult than she's allowed anyone to know.» AJ wanted to wrap her protectively in his arms. Instead, he waited for Judge Boone to adjourn the court for the jury deliberations. Cordelia reached across the table for his right hand, clenching it in both of her own. He held her hand tightly, watching her as she watched the jurors leave the room.
Tess pushed through the crowd, making her way to the table where Rabb remained seated. He was waiting for the crowd to thin before he left the courthouse. «Handsome as ever. When will he realize that his blindness doesn't matter to me?» She took a deep breath.
«I know the courthouse well enough without using my cane, but with so many people here, it's more difficult to navigate.» Rabb sniffed. «Lemon verbena. Tess always wore that scent.» He jumped when Tess tapped his shoulder. He already knew who it was. «I remember her touch.» He wanted to revel in the memory of better times, but Tess was talking to him.
"Mr. Rabb, I have some information you need. Lauren Singer is lying, and I know why," Tess whispered. «I haven't been this close to him in such a long time.»
"Why would she do such a thing?" Rabb asked. "Why would she want to hurt Miss Cori?" He inhaled deeply. «Lemon verbena. It always makes me think of Tess.»
Tess shook her head, forgetting that he couldn't see. "It isn't that, Mr. Rabb. That wasn't why she did it." «It's hard to be this close to him. I didn't think it would be like this.»
"Then why?" Rabb was perplexed. «I can't let her know that I still have feelings for her.»
"She was bribed. Lauren Singer and Chris Ragle owe money to Sydney Walden, and Sydney Walden wants the Wallace horse farm," Tess stated with assurance. «More assurance than I feel when I'm around him.»
Rabb shook his head in disbelief. "How can you be sure of that? And how can anyone prove it?" He listened to the timbre of her voice. «I love it even more now that I can't see her. The image of her face will always be burned into my mind.»
"You can start by talking to Mr. Baker at the bank. Sydney Walden just released the debt that Singer and Ragle owe. As she left the bank, I heard her say, 'Small price for a fine horse farm.'" Tess smiled nervously as the words tumbled from her mouth. « If only we had married before he went away to war. But he was too afraid of leaving me a widow.»
Rabb smiled, too. "I think we need to make a stop by the bank before lunch." He stood, offered his arm to Tess, and they walked out of the courtroom together. Her body trembled against his, but he assumed it was his own response to her nearness.
Sarah watched as the crowd thinned. Most of the people would go home for a late lunch or an early supper. She knew how these small towns worked. Once the jury told the bailiff they had reached their decision, the word would go out and not even the honorable Thomas Boone would dare read the verdict before the room was packed again.
It didn’t seem to her that Chegwidden was going to move. He sat staring at his client. «Well, well. There’s more here than meets the eye.» From her vantage point she could just see his profile. The fear and depression she saw there was vaguely familiar and it took only a moment for her to recognize it as emotions very akin to her own. «There’s nothing more he can do. It’s out of his hands and not being in control is almost more than he can bear.»
Finally he turned around and saw her sitting in the back row. He leaned over and said something to Mrs. Wallace and then signaled to the bailiff. "May we use the room we used earlier? I will, of course, accept full responsibility."
The young man nodded.
Webb wasn’t sure what to do. But when he saw Sarah walk purposefully to the judge’s bench and then enter the small room behind it, he stood and followed her. Leaning against the doorframe he waited.
"Can I help you, Mr. Webb?" Chegwidden snarled.
Webb just shrugged. He noticed that Cordelia didn’t look particularly pleased with Sarah’s presence. He recognized the look that said ‘this woman isn’t my kind.’ He didn’t like it one bit. He understood it, but he didn’t like it.
"General Chegwidden, sir. Might I have a moment of your time?" Sarah affected the little lost southern belle she knew Mrs. Wallace expected of her. As far as Sarah was concerned that was just fine. "I wanted to ask you about my dear brother, John."
Chegwidden was impressed. "Excuse me, Mrs. Wallace." He bowed to his client. "If you will step over by the window, ma’am…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name."
Together the two walked to the far corner of the room. Webb studied the growing pink blush flooding Cordelia Wallace’s face and suddenly grinned. Cordelia wasn’t looking down her nose at the loose woman come to beg a favor from her lawyer, Cordelia was jealous. Pulling out a chair next to her he drew her attention away from his lover and her contact.
Cordelia studied the gambler before her. "You look tired, Mr. Webb."
"I’m fine, Cordelia." He took her hand. "Everything is going to be just fine."
"I hope they believe you…Clayton. I do appreciate it."
"I’m just sorry I had to leave town so suddenly. Had I stayed, you would not have had to go through with any of it."
Cordelia blushed but didn’t remove her hand. "I wish you would have come to me, Clayton."
"Hush, now. All that happened a long time ago."
"What’s that woman doing here?" Cordelia fought the urge to call her a hussy.
Webb grinned and leaned in. "Her job, Cordelia. Just like you were doing yours."
Cordelia stared at him in shock. At first she didn’t understand exactly what he was saying. When understanding finally dawned, she hissed. "How do you know that?"
AJ Chegwidden tried hard to concentrate on exactly what Sarah MacKenzie was telling him. Fortunately, he was following the gist and he knew she would be able to repeat it, if need be. He glared back at Cordelia Wallace and couldn’t help the low growl when he saw Webb take her hand.
Sarah was somewhat flustered. She had waited patiently for the trial to recess so she could tell Chegwidden everything. Frankly she was tired and wanted a bath; a real one. There hadn’t been time before. "Sir? Is something the matter?"
"What is that man doing here?"
"Clay? I believe he just saved your client’s life," she hissed in annoyance. "Sir, I’m not through here. Mr. Webb and I traveled at a great deal of risk to get here to give you this information. I realize that Mrs. Wallace needs you, but don’t you have larger responsibilities?"
Chegwidden whipped his head around, startled and not a little upset that this woman would so boldly call him on his transgression. But then he finally heard what Sarah had said. "Webb was with you?"
"Yes. Why? Where do you think he was?"
"Why was he with you?" Chegwidden demanded.
Sarah looked at him and then looked over to the table. She threw back her head and laughed outright. "Clayton, darling, would you mind coming over here for a moment."
Gracefully, Webb rose from his chair, bringing Cordelia’s hand to his lips. "You’re pardon, ma’am," and walked over to join the two. Meeting Chegwidden’s deadly glare he glanced first back at Cordelia and then at his lover. "Yes, Sarah?"
"General Chegwidden has some questions for you."
"More questions, General? How can I help?"
"Are you part of Miss MacKenzie’s…" he stumbled for the right word.
"Mr. Webb was very helpful this trip out, General." Sarah supplied. "If it hadn’t been for his intervention I would not be here today." Her quick glance at Webb told him she wanted to keep Victor out of it entirely.
"I wasn’t aware that you had a partner." AJ took a deep breath and studied the two gamblers. He could see the sexual tension arc between the two. They were easy together. He nodded. "That relieves my mind. Now, if there is nothing else."
Sarah reached out and grabbed his arm. "But there is. Right before I escaped, Captain Farrow told me you have a spy in your camp."
AJ sighed. "I’m quite sure I do, Miss MacKenzie. Who is he?"
Mac snorted and Webb just shook his head. He had been on the river too long to make that mistake. "What makes you think it is a man?"
"Who?" AJ demanded.
"Sydney Wallace." Mac supplied.
"Damn me."
"Don’t worry, Chegwidden." Webb said bitterly. "You aren’t the first person Sydney duped. It took me a very long time to find out she cheated me out of my family’s holdings."
"Neville’s Landing?"
"Yes, sir. But…" he shrugged and sighed ruefully, "I would have lost it eventually anyway. Some people take a long to find their balance." He wrapped his arm around Sarah’s waist. "I think I’ve found mine."
"So. You will continue to work with Miss MacKenzie; spying for the North?"
Webb shuddered. "Could we just say I will continue to work with Miss MacKenzie; spying for the United States, sir?"
"As you wish." He glanced over at Cordelia. "I don’t want to leave her but I have to get word to my people. That damn Wallace woman is right in the thick of it. She can hear much from my men." Striding over to the table he picked up a tablet and pencil and hurried scrawled a message. Then staring first at Sarah then at Webb he growled, "On your way out, would you ask Corporal Roberts to come in. He should be waiting in the corridor." As he folded the paper he looked from MacKenzie to Webb. "Tonight, whether the trial is over or not, I will be at the saloon. Perhaps, we could pay some cards?"
Webb was taken aback but Sarah nodded. "Why sure nuff, General, sir."
After they found Roberts and told him the General needed him, Webb asked, "Was that some kind of signal?"
Sarah laughed. "Yes. He’ll probably suggest a place for us to find a good card game. You think we should tell him about Galindez?"
"I think you should let Victor decide if he wants to continue with this insanity," Webb sighed.
The reached a small alley splitting the bank from the general store. She pulled him down the alley and demanded. "Clay, don’t continue this if…"
He cut her tirade off with a long kiss. When they broke apart, he held her to him and whispered in her ear. "I will continue to play your guard dog, and I will never go back on my word to Chegwidden. I said I would spy for the North and I will, but…" He pushed her away a little and held her by her shoulders, "I cannot bear the thought of you hanging from a tree or shot as a spy."
"Then you better make sure it doesn’t happen, Clay."
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
A private room in the Boyle County Courthouse
1400 hours
After Roberts left with the message for Colonel Nelson, AJ turned to face Cordelia. The tension of the day was finally beginning to take its toll on her. She stood and began to pace. He let her for a moment until her tears began to fall. Stepping into her path, he halted her progress. Seeing his broad chest before her she leaned forward, not caring about propriety and began to cry even harder. His arms, almost of their own accord, came around her and pulled her against his chest.
"Miss Cori, the difficult part is over," AJ murmured. "The trial went well. Young Robert's testimony, coupled with Webb's made for a strong defense, exposing Lauren Singer's lies."
Hesitatingly, Cordelia whispered, "Are you certain?"
AJ pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. "Do you doubt my legal expertise?" he asked sternly.
Swallowing, Cordelia blinked, "Oh, no, General. That isn't what I meant at all."
"It will be fine. I promise," AJ reassured her.
Cordelia took a deep breath. "How can you know?" she breathed almost silently.
AJ could barely hear her. "I just know," was all he said. His fingers slipped back through her curls and he held her to him once more. «They must find her not guilty.»
Leaning against him once more, Cordelia relaxed. She sighed deeply, and then inhaled. His spicy musk and the warmth of his body filled her senses. She stepped back and looked into his face again. She rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.
«What am I doing? She must think me mad.» AJ backed away. «But I could swear she was going to kiss me.» Neither of them spoke.
There was a rap at the door, and a voice called out to them, "Jury's back."
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
A small room in the Boyle County Courthouse
1400 hours
"Arrest Sydney Walden? Do you have any idea what you're asking me to do? She'll destroy me!" Sheriff Lindsey whined. "You must be insane!"
Rabb faced the sheriff and tried to match his gaze to a point a few inches above the source of the protestations.
«How does he do that? It gives me the creeps when he 'looks' me in the eye like that!» Lindsey swallowed.
"She has broken the law. She has tried to ensure the death of a woman who may well be innocent, and she has done it for personal gain. You must arrest her; you have no choice," Rabb said.
Lindsey averted his eyes. "She isn't so bad with you because you're blind. Do you have any idea what she'll do to me?"
"She won't do anything. She'll be in custody," Rabb sighed, disgusted with the man's snivelling. "You'll also need to pick up Lauren Singer and charge her with perjury. But pick up the Walden woman first. If you arrest Lauren Singer first and Mrs. Walden finds out about it, there's no telling what she'll do."
Nodding his head, Lindsey stammered, "There's no telling what she'll do anyway." He sighed as he slipped out the door as another man entered.
"Jury's back, Mr. Rabb," the bailiff said, then turned to leave. Rabb followed him out, listening to the sound of his footsteps as a guide.
10 January 1863
Danville, Kentucky
Boyle County Courthouse
1430 hours
Cordelia's cheeks flushed as she sat at the table. Her eyes roved over the jury, but her mind was elsewhere. «What must he think of me? That I am some kind of hussy.» Her thoughts raced.
«But you were going to kiss him.» Cordelia swallowed.
«Not like that!» She lowered her head and closed her eyes. Anyone watching would have assumed she was praying.
Cordelia remembered the kiss and felt her cheeks burning even more. «You liked it. You kissed him back.» She glanced to her right, taking in his profile. He sat perfectly still, seeming not to even notice her.
«I'm just another client to him. Another person he's defended.» Cordelia looked away.
«Then why did he kiss you?» Cordelia glanced at him once more. «Why indeed?»
AJ stared at the jury. He refused to look at Cordelia. «How could I allow such a breach of decorum?»
The bailiff called the court to order as Judge Boone entered. Everyone stood until told to be seated, but AJ and Cordelia remained standing. Boone asked the jury for their finding and the foreman handed him an envelope. Taking the envelope, he opened it, read it and nodded. "What say you on the charge of murder?"
The jury's foreman, a heavyset man with grey hair and wearing overalls, spoke, "We find the defendant, Cordelia Wallace, not guilty."
Cordelia braced herself against the table then sank into the chair.