couldn’t tell her it was because it was the only way he believed he could convince her to leave St. Louis. “Why are you surprised by the hardships? You told me you and Matthew traveled.”
“We never went by wagon train over rough terrain with barely a trail to follow.”
“I believe I warned you we would have to take the road less followed by others for the safety of our mission. We’ll encounter the wrong people on the main trails. I’m expecting more trouble the closer we come to the border of Kansas Territory.”
Her whole body stiffened for an instant and he saw fear plainly in her eyes.
“Victoria? I’m sorry. I thought you understood. I didn’t mean to frighten you. My plans are to take the southern route into Indian Territory, then head north once we’re well past the border. I’m hoping to have less trouble with border ruffians on that route.”
“You’re right, of course. I knew it would be a difficult journey.” She sank onto the fallen log beside him, her dress already so covered with mud that the black material appeared brown.
Something disturbed him about her posture—erect, stiff. “You were planning to make this a permanent move, weren’t you?” he asked.
She nodded. “I feel safer here in the wilderness with these companions than I have felt since Matthew’s...death.”
A slight change in her demeanor caught his attention. “Why is that?”
“I was determined to keep the clinic open by myself, but many didn’t appreciate my caring for the wounded slaves. I had my windows broken three times, someone tried to burn down the clinic and my wagon was burned.”
“Then I was right to worry. I prayed for your safety all winter, but as I said, the snows made it impossible to get back.”
She took a deep breath and her shoulders slumped. She met his gaze. “Thank you for caring.”
He suppressed a smile. That was putting it mildly. But mild seemed to be all she could handle with him right now. Or maybe ever. Ten years was a long time to harbor the love he’d held for her. He was an oddity, he knew. How could he expect her to still care for him after all the changes in their lives? And there had been plenty. Because of her, he’d never moved on with his life, never married, had lived the life of a loner.
“You definitely had a change of heart since you left for Georgia,” she said.
Yes, he’d changed, but not about her, as she seemed to think. “It took me several months, but your words struck me forcefully when I reached my father’s plantation.”
“And now you’re leading abolitionists into Kansas Territory.”
“Remember those arguments we used to have?” he asked. “As you told me, power corrupts most men. When one human being has total power over another—”
“It’s too easy to become corrupt, to see the slave as nothing more than a piece of furniture or farm equipment.” Victoria nodded. “You really did listen.”
“Now the famous John Brown, outspoken abolitionist, is my greatest hero. Do you know of him?”
She chuckled softly. “I most certainly do. Tell me, what changed your mind?”
“My closest friend on the plantation had long ago been the son of a tribal leader in Africa. Then he was captured by men from his own continent and sold in America. My father named him Daniel. A few years ago, Daniel described the conditions of his journey.”
“I’ve heard a great deal about them. Horrible.”
“Nearly half the passengers on Daniel’s ship died before they reached harbor. I always hated the thought of that, but I knew my father was different. I believed most of our neighbors were, too. I never saw brutality of the type I saw when I was in St. Louis. No one bought or sold slaves in any market near us. My father and our neighbors always traveled to purchase their slaves.”
“What happened to Daniel?”
“When I returned home ten years ago, he was gone.”
She caught her breath. “He’d been sold.”
“You must understand,” Joseph said, “my father was well respected in Georgia by a majority of the slave population because he treated his workers more kindly than most, gave them plenty of food, never broke up families—”
“But he sold Daniel.”
“Another plantation owner wanted him for a young woman who was healthy.”
She scowled. “Brood stock.”
“That was when it hit home for me. You won the argument, Victoria.”
“I never set out to win anything.”
He knew that. He always had, though during their worst arguments about slavery he’d accused her of gloating whenever she proved him wrong on a point. “You were the more mature one. For me, life was a competition.”
She smiled, but it was a sad expression. “Was? Isn’t it still?”
“The stakes have been raised, and I’ve changed sides.”
“Then if ours was a competition, I’m glad I won. Still, I think our conflicts had less to do with maturity and more to do with our differences.” She leaned toward him slightly, enough to raise his hopes. Then she straightened. “I was passionate about slavery, and not much else at that time, if I remember correctly.”
“I do believe you were passionate about one other thing.”
She raised her eyebrows, held his gaze until it dawned on her. “Oh.” A pretty flush stained her cheeks. “Of course, I was young and considered myself to be in love.”
“Considered?”
“I’m afraid I behaved badly when I realized it was not to be.”
He closed his eyes. Why did she have to say that? “It was my fault.”
“Not entirely. Your father blamed you for purchasing your own ranch in a free state instead of carrying on the family tradition on the plantation with slaves.”
“I should have left it at that, but I couldn’t bear the thought of my father dying while holding such a grudge against me. I had to ride to the rescue of my family, as if they couldn’t possibly make it on the plantation without my honored presence.”
“Did your return heal old wounds?” she asked.
“No, it only caused new rifts with those I loved.” He tried to catch her gaze, but she made it obvious that she didn’t want to return to their former subject.
“Did all of your family reject you?” she asked.
He appreciated the compassion in her voice, but he would have enjoyed more. “Only my father. I have a sister and several cousins who moved north. I was so angry about Daniel that my father finally realized I would never stay and run the plantation. He left it to my younger
