Although she had been eagerly watching the post for days, Olivia’s mother knew that much of this was futile in the days following the sending of her letter. The mail just did not travel that fast. During that time little changed, including Olivia’s constant attempts to elicit pained reactions out of Claudia whenever she could manage to get past her mother’s guard. Fortunately, there were few successful attempts, as Harriet fought her own weariness valiantly, managing to stay awake until Olivia was asleep and rising to meet the day even earlier than was typical. It was with pleasant surprise that she found Wyatt’s return letter in a small packet of mail handed to her on September twelfth. Taking Claudia’s hand, she walked slowly down the street and over onto Delaware, sitting on a bench with her granddaughter to read the note from her brother.
August 29, 1883
I have received your letter and must say that it shocked me, both to hear from you after such a long time and also to have you request such a favor of me. Surely we have not been close these many years, and I find it difficult to reconcile our estrangement and your request. I do, however, grant that you have need of a specific remedy for the situation with your granddaughter and have arranged for her to travel here to Colorado at your earliest convenience. For that, I have sent to you, via Western Union, the funds necessary to purchase travel for her by train to Denver. I must tell you that I, along with the family of my son Isaac, are soon bound for Germany and are unlikely to return. This trip is to be a permanent move for them, and certainly my last voyage. As it seems you care greatly for this girl, I fear that the separation may be difficult for you, and more than you expected when you sent your letter to me. That is the fact of it though, and so you must accept it if I am to aid you and meet your request. Please send to me the girl’s arrival date here and I will meet her at the train. I do hope that all is, and remains, well with you.
Putting the letter down in her lap, Harriet reached over and pulled Claudia close so that the girl would not see the tears running down her face. Her brother was correct in saying that she had not expected her granddaughter to be taken so far away. She also realized that once she departed for Denver there was almost no chance of her ever seeing the girl again. Wyatt had reacted with more maturity than she had expected, and she gave him credit for that, although she still felt the letter carried a tone of harshness that was unnecessary given the nature of her request. It was, however, the solution she had asked for, and the only one she had come up with that would allow Claudia to get away from her mother before any substantial harm was visited upon the girl. It was the thing which must be done. She did worry about what might become of her granddaughter so far away from her protection; however, she had little to fault Wyatt on in regard to his general demeanor and character. They may not have gotten along well but her brother had always been reliable, generally honest and much less prone to violence than most men of his time. Harriet believed that a person’s character changed little over time and hoped this was true of her brother. She would need to trust to these facts and her belief in Wyatt. Wiping her face dry with the sleeve of her dress, Harriet took Claudia’s hand and they began walking back together. As they made their way down Ninth Street, she paused by the home of the new town doctor. Realizing that this was the only medical resource she had immediately available, Harriet walked up and knocked on the door. Once inside, she had a long discussion with him while Claudia played in the backyard. As they left, her granddaughter asked who that man had been and Harriet replied softly, “Someone we are going to need in a very short while.”
As they approached from the west, Harriet could see that Olivia was sitting out on the porch and watching them as they walked up the road. There was palpable tension, even at a distance, and the old woman shooed Claudia around the back of the house before climbing the stairs to talk to her daughter. Olivia scoffed loudly as the girl skipped away and turned a fairly unkind face toward her mother.
“Did you enjoy your walk with my daughter?”
“Of course I did. She is a sweet child.” Harriet sat down in the other chair, arranging her dress neatly to the side.
“Perhaps I should take her out for another walk after dinner.”
“You will most certainly not. That girl is going nowhere with you.”
“She’s my daughter.”
“Then treat her like she is, that would be a pleasant change.”
Harriet cut her daughter off with a raised hand. “I’m tired of arguing this with you Olivia. We have the same discussion every day and I’m tired. You are not a fit mother, that is a certain fact, whether you see it or not.”
“She is mine and I can treat her as I like.”
“As I said, I am done with this argument and arguing with you in general. I have made arrangements for Claudia.”
…to be continued