his head and turned away muttering, âJust once.â
âWhy didnât you do it, then?â
Willâs voice was no more than a whisper. âShe favored another man.â
âCome along, Alice. Iâve got something to show you.â
âWhat is it?â Alice had been standing outside the hardware store when Waco had walked up with a smile on his face. âCome along. Iâll show you.â
Alice looked puzzled but walked along. They cleared Front Street and turned and walked to where a few houses had been built on large lots.
âCome on and look at this.â Waco led the way up on the porch of a painted frame house with gables and two windows covered by curtains.
When Waco reached for the door, Alice exclaimed, âYou canât just walk in there, Waco!â
âWhy canât I?â
âBecause weâd be trespassing.â
Waco laughed. âNo, we wouldnât. This is our house.â
Alice stared at him in disbelief. âWhat do you mean
our
house?â
âI took what was left of the money from the sale of the horse ranch and put it on this house. Itâll take awhile to pay for it, but itâs for us, Alice. Come on in and letâs see if you like it.â
Alice followed Waco inside. They went through the house room by room, and finally when they got to the spacious living room with the large fireplace, he walked over and put his elbow on the mantel and stared around the room. âI wonder if there was ever a murder in this room.â
âA murder?â Alice stared at him in disbelief. âWhat are you talking about?â
âWell, lots of things happen in houses, Alice.â
âBut not murders.â
âMaybe so. No telling what the history of this place is. Might have been a fellow standing right here where I am. A woman came in the door. He took one look at her and fell in love. They married and had children and grandchildren.â
âThatâs much nicer than a murder.â
âI just imagine things like that sometimes. Maybe there was a couple that lived here, and one of them was unfaithful and ran off with the hardware salesman or an insurance salesman.â
âYou know, Waco, youâre a much deeper thinker than most people take you for.â
He came to her and brought her to him with a quick sweep of his arm. Heâd kissed her before, but lightly. This time he felt not only the desperate hunger of her lips, but running through him was an emotion almost like wildfire. She had this power over him, lifting him to a wild height so that he could know the vague hints of glory a woman and a man might know. When he lifted his lips, he said, âMarry me, Alice. Iâll make you happy.â
Alice put her hands behind his neck, drew him down, and kissed him again. âAll right,â she whispered. âIâll marry you.â
âAlice has agreed to marry me, Will.â
Will was adding up figures in a book. He looked up and said, âWell, thatâs fine. Of course thatâs no surprise to me. My congratulations. Youâre getting a fine girl.â
âYou mentioned you loved a woman once, but you didnât explain what happened.â
Will shook his head, his lips clamped together. âNo sense talking about things like that. When is the date of the wedding?â
âAs soon as we get the house ready.â
Will closed the book. âAll right,â he said. âAre you sure you love her?â
âI am.â
âAnd are you sure she loves you?â
Waco did not speak for a moment, and Will saw uncertainty in his face. Finally Waco said, âShe doesnât care for me like I do for her, but I can make her love me, Will. You just wait and see!â
CHAPTER 3
A violent rain had swept through Little Rock earlier, leaving the pungent odors of spring that followed a downpour. It was late in the afternoon, and there was a small light in the sky.