Summary:\u00a0 Adam chronicles the Ragan Miller affair. (Written for 2025 Pernell Roberts Birthday Literary Challenge)<\/p>\n
Rating: T\u00a0 Word Count 574<\/p>\n
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Adam’s Journal — She Walks in Beauty<\/strong><\/p>\n Unforgettable<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n When Pa told me he had invited Miss Amelia Miller and her sister for dinner, I was intrigued, looking forward to meeting my brother\u2019s new love interest. I never imagined it to be the infamous Ragan Miller. That name carried a notoriety not associated with polite society, and it had been a topic of several barely hushed conversations during my recent trip to San Francisco. Two men were dead, one from a reputable family who had tried unsuccessfully to keep the details of his demise from public knowledge, and though she was never charged with any wrong doing, there were those who held her morally responsible. It was understood; she was that kind of woman. Beautiful, manipulative, cold-hearted.<\/p>\n Though she didn\u2019t look the part that evening, dressed in a modest frock and seated so demurely with Hoss beaming like a school boy behind her. It was a charming picture, but I saw the way her expression hardened when he brought up the subject of San Francisco and the possibility that we might have mutual friends there. She knew that I knew.<\/p>\n Hoss was giddy after they left, convinced that he was in love and eager to marry. But my gut said Ragan was trouble, and my naive and trusting brother had no idea what he was getting himself into.<\/p>\n The next morning, I delivered some papers Amelia had requested regarding a potential investment, and I used the opportunity to confront Ragan. I warned her to stop amusing herself with Hoss the way she did with other men, or I would tell him about her. She tried to convince me she wasn\u2019t like that, and it almost worked; she was that good. I ignored my gut and let my guard down. I suppose any man can be a fool for a moment, but sometimes a moment is all it takes. Mea culpa.<\/p>\n When she kissed me, something wormed in my stomach, and it wasn\u2019t pleasure. Quite the opposite. I had to wipe my mouth afterwards.<\/p>\n Hop Sing met me when I got home and told me Hoss was \u201cvery upset\u201d and wanted to see me in the bunkhouse. The fury in my brother\u2019s eyes told me I had been judged before he opened his mouth to accuse me. I didn\u2019t have time to be afraid before he hit me harder than I\u2019d ever been hit in my life. Not just once either. But I couldn\u2019t raise my fist to him. He didn\u2019t understand. I don\u2019t like to think what would have happened if Pa and Joe hadn\u2019t showed up when they did.<\/p>\n I was shaking afterwards, trying to catch my breath, and quite honestly, thankful to be alive. I hurt all over, but the thing that hurt the most was Hoss believing I would betray him that way. That was the deepest cut.<\/p>\n It seems Pa had better luck with Ragan than I did, because in the end she set the record straight with Hoss and returned to San Francisco, much to his dismay. Whether she was being selfless or merely practical, I don\u2019t know, though I can\u2019t help but feel a little sorry for her. There seems to be no love lost between her and her sister, and to me, that\u2019s a very sad thing.<\/p>\n Hoss and I both agree that Ragan is one we will never forget, even if for all the wrong reasons. The wounds are still tender, but they are healing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n END<\/p>\n <\/p>\n