Josephine Cox 3-Book Collection 2: The Loner, Born Bad, Three Letters

The thought both shocked and disturbed him.

For too long now, he had promised himself to go back, to see both her and his grandfather. But time had raced away almost without him realising, and then there was that sickening sense of fear deep down inside him.

Every time he thought of home it was there, swamping him; the lingering memories, the dark images, and the feeling of utter desolation.

By some unfair alchemy, Judy was caught up in it, had become part of it – almost something to be feared. With his rational mind, he knew that she was sweet, loyal, innocent – a friend for life – and that he had somehow betrayed her by disappearing, by failing to fulfil his promise to write. One day, all this would have to be faced – he knew it, but oh, dear God – not yet. Not yet.

There were times when he was acutely conscious of it, and other times when he was able to thrust it all to the back of his mind. But day or night, it never went away.

Shaking off the melancholy, he turned his attention to Lucy. ‘Come along, madam!’ he teased with an easy smile. ‘Chop chop!’

‘Oh, there’s no rush. Let’s just wander.’ She curled her arm through his. ‘It’s so nice to have you all to myself, without Dad monopolising you.’

As they strolled through the High Street, Dave thought how comfortable he felt with Lucy holding onto him. She was a lovely girl, and he had great affection for her. But he was shocked to find that the more comfortable he felt, the more he found himself thinking of Judy. His feelings for his employer’s daughter were triggering other, long-buried emotions. Taking a deep breath, Dave returned to the present moment.

Lucy had a wonderful time going in and out of shops and taking Dave with her; though he felt embarrassed at the curious looks the sales assistants gave him in Etam and Marks & Spencer. They had fun listening to a couple of new records in a booth at the radiogram shop near Woolworths. Both of them were Cliff Richard fans, and Dave bought his latest EP for them both to listen to.

Dave was paid a good wage by Frank – enough to run a car and make regular payments into a Post Office savings account. It was the first time he’d ever had spare money, and today he enjoyed lashing out on a new shirt, shoes and trousers for best. Lucy naughtily tried to persuade him to get a pair of winkle-pickers, but as he explained to her, tongue in cheek, they would frighten the horses!

By midday, he and Lucy were loaded down with bags and boxes, and Maggie the same. ‘Whew, what a rush!’ She came stumbling towards them. ‘I tell you what, my darlings,’ she gasped. ‘I’m more than ready for a cuppa tea.’

Fortunately, there was a café just round the corner. The trio found a table by the window and fell into the seats. ‘I feel worn out,’ Dave laughed. ‘I’d rather shift a ton of bricks than do that again!’

‘You might have to do it again when you’re married,’ Maggie chuckled. ‘Wives need their husbands to carry the shopping.’

Dave was taken aback, while Lucy stared at her wide-eyed. ‘Who said anything about getting married?’ the girl asked, blushing.

‘I’m a woman,’ Maggie answered coyly. ‘And we have a way of sensing things.’ She tapped her nose. ‘Now then, where’s that waitress?’

After they had ordered a plate of sandwiches and some drinks, they started looking through their purchases.

‘Now then, Lucy.’ Maggie prised open the largest of her shopping bags. ‘What d’you think to this?’ Whipping out a mad creation of black lace and brown roses, she popped it onto her head.

‘Well, I never!’ Lucy was astonished at the change in Maggie. ‘I’ve never seen you in a hat before. It really suits you.’

Maggie beamed with delight. ‘What I want to know is, do I look like Dorothy Lamour?’

‘Who’s she when she’s at home?’ Dave asked.

‘Good Lord!’ Maggie was astounded. ‘Are you telling me you don’t know who Dorothy Lamour is?’

‘Neither do I,’ Lucy confessed.

The Scotswoman sighed. ‘She’s a film star … made a lot of films wearing a swimsuit, dancing in the water to music. But she sometimes dresses up all fancy. Yes, she is an amazing-looking woman!’ She preened, and posed with her hat. ‘So, do you think I look a bit like a film star in this?’

Lucy glanced at Dave who was thoroughly enjoying the conversation. ‘What do you think?’ she asked, straight-faced. ‘Do you think that Maggie looks like a Dorothy Lamour?’

Before he could answer, the waitress was back with a big tray. ‘Ooh, you do look nice,’ she said, admiring Maggie’s frivolous hat. ‘I reckon you’re the spitting image of Dorothy Lamour. I’ve seen a few of her films, and she’s a right glamour-puss.’

Maggie almost swooned. ‘There!’ She gave Dave and Lucy a haughty look. ‘I’m glad somebody knows who I’m talking about.’ For a while after that, there was no controlling her.

While they enjoyed their lunchtime snack, they talked of Seamus and the way Frank had managed to keep his temper, most of the time. ‘I’m surprised Frank didn’t take a horse-whip to him!’ Maggie said indignantly.

‘I’m worried,’ Lucy said quietly. ‘It was a terrible thing, to lose Molly like that, and when Dad threw him out on his ear, Seamus promised all kinds of trouble. To me, he seems the sort to carry out his threat. I’m scared, Dave. Will he really come back, do you think?’

‘He’ll have to get through me if he does come back,’ Dave promised. ‘But Macintyre is all mouth and no substance, so I wouldn’t worry about it, if I were you.’

Maggie wasn’t so certain. ‘I haven’t said anything to your father about this, Lucy, but I think Seamus is a thoroughly bad lot. I’ve heard the way he talked to the stable girls, and once he came back late at night, drunk as a Lord … mad as a bull, he was.’

Hesitating, she hoped she was right in mentioning the following incident. ‘The next day, young Laura from the top yard had an angry red mark across her face, as though somebody had slapped her really hard. I asked if Seamus had hurt her, and she denied it – got a bit upset at me asking. She made me promise I would not repeat that to anyone, or she would have to leave. And anyway, she insisted it was not Seamus, but a disgruntled boyfriend.’

‘And was it – a boyfriend?’ Lucy was horrified.

Maggie shrugged her shoulders. ‘Well, it wasn’t my right to question her. Anyway, in the end, I took her at her word and said nothing. But I regret it now, because if I’d spoken out and it was discovered that it really was Seamus who got rough with her, he’d have been sent on his way long ago.’

Dave could see how Maggie was blaming herself. ‘You did what you thought was right,’ he told her now. ‘You believed Laura. Any one of us might have done the same.’

The woman wasn’t so sure. ‘The thing is, I’ve seen Seamus drunk before when he’s come home late,’ she confessed. ‘I’ve seen him throwing things about. Once he kicked at the fencing and smashed it through. During the day he seemed always to be working, calm as you like – pleasant, even. He was a right Jekyll and Hyde,’ she recalled his behaviour, ‘because when he’d been drinking, he was out of his mind.’

‘And you never told Dad any of this?’ Lucy asked.

‘No. Like I say, maybe I should have. But as far as I know, he never hurt anyone or did any real damage to speak of, and he was a natural with the animals.’

She gave an almighty sigh. ‘I didn’t think your father would thank me for telling tales, especially when he got along so well with Seamus. Frank trusted him as his head groom. Relied on him to keep that part of the business running smoothly.’

Dave agreed. ‘You’re right.’ He could see Maggie working herself up to misery. ‘If there was no real damage done and no evidence that he was not doing his work properly, Frank might well have given him the benefit of the doubt – and then you would have felt all the worse for telling.’ He recalled how Frank had been oblivious of his daughter’s reservations about Seamus, the day he had first come to the stud farm, nearly four years ago.

Maggie gave a sigh of relief, and took off her hat. ‘Oh Dave, thank you. You’ve put my mind at rest.’

Lucy gave her a hug. ‘So there you are, and now you can have a look at the shoes I’ve bought for the barn-dance this Saturday.’

With the confession off her chest, Maggie was her old self again. ‘Go on then,’ she urged. ‘Let’s see what you’ve got.’

When Lucy took out the shoes, Maggie oohed and aahed and said how pretty they were. The shoes were dark blue, with high heels and a peep toe, and where the foot slipped into the shoe, there was a darling yellow daisy. ‘I’d never get my big clodhoppers in there,’ Maggie groaned, ‘but you’ll look a picture in them, come Saturday.’ She rubbed her hands gleefully. ‘Put them away and let me see what else you’ve got.’

One by one, and much to Dave’s amusement, Lucy displayed the articles. There was the daintiest pink crocheted bolero; a pretty blue, long-sleeved dress with a cinched waist and big belt, and a dark green skirt that hugged the hips and swung out at the hem. ‘Lovely!’ Maggie was beside herself. ‘Wish I could get into them!’

Across the room behind the counter, the two waitresses drooled over Lucy’s choice of clothes. ‘Take down the name on the carrier bags,’ one urged the other. ‘I’m gonna save all me tips, and when I get me wages on Friday, I’m off to see if there’s anything left worth having.’

Chapter Seventeen (#ulink_1cf9db38-dc22-5c2c-aef1-371296eb1d5b)

TWO DAYS LATER, Frank arrived at the stables early in the morning. Dave was leading in the stallion. ‘Been going a bit mental again, has he?’ Standing eighteen hands high, with a coat black as night and a temper the same, Madden was a magnificent beast.

‘I put him in the back field as far away from the mares as he could be,’ Dave answered. ‘The trouble is, once he’s got wind of them, even when they’re not in season, he won’t rest. He cleared two fences before I got to him, and we had the devil of a tussle, before I managed to calm him down.’

‘You do well to handle him at all.’

Frank had scars where he had battled with the stallion at different times.‘He can be a bad bugger!’ he exclaimed. ‘But he seems calm enough now.’ All the same, he was concerned. ‘I didn’t buy him straight off,’ he admitted. ‘I thought long and hard before parting with money for this particular one.’ He recalled the day, years ago. ‘It was the first time I let my heart rule my head. And, of course, I was wrong.’