{"id":7053,"date":"2010-06-19T22:00:16","date_gmt":"2010-06-20T02:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=7053"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:23:45","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:23:45","slug":"riptide","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=7053","title":{"rendered":"Riptide (by Cheaux)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>The premise for this writing challenge was the prompt:\u00a0 Adam is worried about an absent friend.<\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0 T — \u00a0 WC \u00a02300<\/p>\n

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Disclaimer:\u00a0All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.<\/p>\n

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Riptide<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with you?\u201d Hoss asked.\u00a0 He was keeping Joe entertained by playing checkers on the front porch while Adam sat on the steps poking at the dirt with a stick.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Adam responded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been sulking around since yesterday,\u201d Joe chimed in.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not sulk.\u00a0 That\u2019s your forte.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cForte, schmorte.\u00a0 Talk normal, why don\u2019t, ya.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy English is excellent, thank you.\u00a0 It\u2019s yours I\u2019m concerned about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u00a0moi<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked at Hoss and wiggled his eyebrows.\u00a0 He did love to get a rise out of Adam and took every opportunity to bait him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d better watch out, little brother,\u201d Hoss cautioned, \u201cor you\u2019re gonna wind up in that there trough, cast or no cast.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben came out of the house just then and Adam launched himself off the porch in a sudden burst of energy, falling into step with his father as he headed to the barn.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa?\u00a0 Can I talk to you a minute?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Ben said.\u00a0 As Adam held the barn door open for him, Ben saw the furrowed brow.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes you think anything is wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been sulking around since yesterday\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not sulk!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right, fine.\u201d\u00a0 Ben said as he backed Buck out of his stall.\u00a0 \u201cWhat is it you want to talk about?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to go to San Francisco.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, sure, when the branding is done.\u00a0 You will have earned yourself a vacation and then some.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u00a0 Now.\u00a0 I need to go now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, you know we\u2019re shorthanded as it is, and with Joe\u2019s leg in that cast for another two weeks\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0well, I can\u2019t possibly get along with you away from the ranch now, son.\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Ben swung the saddle over Buck\u2019s back he saw the troubled look on his son\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA feeling.\u201d\u00a0 Ben was sure now that something was really wrong.\u00a0 Adam wasn\u2019t normally moved by \u201cgut\u201d feelings like Joe could be, or even by the \u201chunches\u201d Hoss often had.\u00a0 No, his first born, level-headed, empirically-trained, college-educated son did not have \u201cfeelings\u201d often.\u00a0 Ben raised an eyebrow at Adam, encouraging him to go on.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, I\u00a0received a letter from Helen Hunt.\u00a0 She\u2019s going to be in San Francisco on Friday and was hoping I could join her for a few days.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHelen Hunt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may have heard me refer to her as Helen Fiske.\u00a0 \u00a0We became acquainted while I was back East and she was a student at Amherst.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm-hm.\u00a0 Go on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe married a captain in the army.\u00a0 They had two boys, one of whom died in infancy.\u00a0 Her husband died two years ago, leaving her alone with the other son.\u201d\u00a0 Adam paused, not sure how to explain what his concerns were.\u00a0 \u201cHer letter was\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0cryptic.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure there\u2019s something else she\u2019s not telling me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said she\u2019s a widow.\u00a0 Does she mean something to\u00a0 you, Adam?\u201d Ben said, leading Buck out of the barn.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re just friends, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMmm.\u00a0 But it would put your mind to rest to see her in person?\u201d Ben asked while checking his cinch one more time before mounting.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, it would.\u00a0 It\u2019s important to me, Pa.\u00a0 I can\u2019t expla\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u201d Adam trailed off as Ben raised his hand up.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead.\u00a0 I\u2019ll see if I can hire a couple more hands while I\u2019m in town.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Pa.\u00a0 I won\u2019t be more than a week, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe careful,\u201d Ben said before leaving the yard.<\/p>\n

Right<\/em>.\u00a0 Adam thought, knowing full well his father didn\u2019t mean look out for bad guys, but was instead forewarning him to be wary of damsels in distress.<\/p>\n

**********<\/p>\n

Helen was in distress, of that much he was certain the minute he laid eyes on her at the train depot where she\u2019d met him.\u00a0 She was as vivacious as he remembered, but there was an undercurrent that he couldn\u2019t put his finger on.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s so good to see you, Adam,\u201d Helen said, throwing her arms around him in her normal, exuberant fashion, but she clung to him a fraction of second longer than necessary and he felt how thin she was beneath the black silk bodice of her dress.\u00a0 When he pulled back to look at her at arms\u2019 length, he noticed the deep shadows under her eyes and wondered why she was still wearing black after two years.<\/p>\n

As if avoiding his questioning glance, Helen did not linger for a long appraisal.\u00a0 She grabbed his elbow and steered him toward a waiting carriage that took them to the Cliff House in Ocean Beach.\u00a0 Laughing, Helen ignored his protests that he had not brought clothes for a formal dinner, and assured him it was his mind she was after, not his sartorial splendor.<\/p>\n

As usual, Helen had assembled the most interesting, intellectual minds she could find to join the evening soir\u00e9e.\u00a0 The conversation was stimulating, the food extraordinary, and the vintage wine sublime.\u00a0 Adam was in seventh heaven.\u00a0 If she were wooing him, he would go willingly, he decided.<\/p>\n

When the gentleman with whom he was talking politics stepped away to attend to personal needs, he looked up to see Helen was focused on something far, far away.\u00a0 A fraction of a second later a question from the woman on her right drew her back and she gaily resumed their conversation but not before wiping the corner of her eye with her napkin.<\/p>\n

After thanks were given and farewells made to those going back to San Francisco, the remaining guests retired to their rooms.\u00a0\u00a0 Adam escorted Helen to her suite and unlocked the door for her.\u00a0 As he turned to go, she placed her hand on his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay a minute, Adam?\u201d She asked, but it was a plea more than a question.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d he said, opening the door.\u00a0 The suite was lovely, with a central parlor which included a dining table, a desk, and a settee and several comfortable chairs.\u00a0 On either side of the room were double doors leading to bedrooms.\u00a0 Adam presumed a nanny was in one of the rooms with the boy.<\/p>\n

Adam settled in one of the chairs and stretched out his long legs. \u00a0Lacing his fingers across his stomach, he watched Helen as she laid her wrap and reticule on the desk and removed her gloves.\u00a0\u00a0She still moves like a dancer<\/em>, he thought as she pulled back the drapes on the far wall and opened the French doors which led out onto a balcony overlooking the ocean.\u00a0 The room instantly filled with the scent of salt air and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks below.\u00a0 A waning moon was setting over the ocean, turning the rippled water silver in its wake.<\/p>\n

There was something about the way Helen stood looking at the waves below that made the hair rise on the back of Adam\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelen?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Helen placed her hand on the rail and stepped onto the balustrade.<\/p>\n

\u201cHELEN!\u201d<\/p>\n

**********<\/p>\n

He reached her just as she put one leg over the railing.\u00a0 Grabbing her by the waist, he tried to lift her back onto the balcony but couldn\u2019t believe the strength in her thin arms as she tenaciously hung on to the rail, screaming \u201cLet me go, let me go!\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally, with one fierce tug which ripped her dress the two of them landed in a heap on the stone floor.<\/p>\n

Her eyes were open, but unseeing.\u00a0 Adam wiped her brow with his sleeve and swept back the curly hair that had escaped her chignon.\u00a0 Untangling himself from her skirts, he lifted and carried her to the settee, kneeling beside her.\u00a0 He knew he should call for a doctor, but he didn\u2019t dare leave her for fear she would try to jump again if she came out of this catatonic state.<\/p>\n

Adam had barely gotten his own breathing under control when there was a pounding at the door.\u00a0 No doubt management responding to the report of a woman\u2019s scream, he thought, but before he could get up, the door was kicked open and he was surrounded by hotel personnel with guns drawn.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn the floor now!\u201d one shouted.<\/p>\n

His legs were kicked out from under him and he was quickly forced into a supine position.<\/p>\n

\u201cHands behind your back!\u201d someone else yelled.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe needs a doctor,\u201d Adam tried to say, but everyone was shouting at once and no one was listening.<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up.\u201d\u00a0 \u201cCuff him.\u201d\u00a0 \u201cWhere\u2019s that blood coming from?\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s unconscious.\u201d \u201cSomeone get a doctor!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cNot her; must be him.\u201d \u201cThe other rooms are clear.\u201d\u00a0 \u201cHe tried to rip her dress off.\u201d\u00a0 \u201cThe bastard!\u201d<\/p>\n

Before he knew what was happening he was forcibly removed from the room and dragged down the back stairs to a waiting paddy wagon.\u00a0 No amount of protest prevented the rough treatment so he stopped talking.\u00a0 Nevertheless, one guard \u201caccidentally\u201d forgot to lower his head when putting him in the back of the wagon and another spat on him, saying \u201cDamn rapist.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ride to San Francisco was interminable.\u00a0 The wagon stank with the bodies of unwashed men and excrement.\u00a0 He was certainly worried about Helen.\u00a0 More than that, however, he wondered what he was going to say to his father.<\/p>\n

**********<\/p>\n

Justice moves more slowly in a civilized big city than in a wild west boom town.\u00a0 It was nearly a week before he was allowed to see an attorney and send word to his father; another week before Ben arrived.<\/p>\n

During the second week, the attorney found out that Helen had been taken to a private hospital where she was recovering from the \u201cattack,\u201d but still hadn\u2019t said a word.<\/p>\n

During the third week, Ben used his influence with the governor to have Adam released on bail, but he couldn\u2019t leave the hotel, much less the city.<\/p>\n

During the fourth week, Adam was exonerated of all charges when Helen was finally able to tell the District Attorney and a judge what had happened.<\/p>\n

There were no apologies made by the San Francisco Police Department, no recompense for Adam’s mistreatment or time served.<\/p>\n

Ben was present when Helen told her story.\u00a0 Surprising to some, but not Ben, was the fact it was the first time he had heard the story.\u00a0 Respecting her reputation and privacy, Adam had never mentioned to anyone that the woman had tried to commit suicide.\u00a0 Adam related only that they had had too much to drink at the dinner party; that she had tripped when going out on the balcony for fresh air; and that he had accidentally ripped her dress when he stepped on the hem while trying to keep her from falling.\u00a0 Afterwards, Adam said\u2014only to Ben\u2014that he was trying to protect her son from the knowledge that his mother tried to kill herself.<\/p>\n

What Adam didn\u2019t know at this time in 1865, was that Helen was wearing black because her only surviving son had died of diphtheria just a month before.\u00a0 Childless and a widow at age 35, alone and grief stricken, she had despaired of ever finding happiness or a purpose to life again.<\/p>\n

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Epilogue<\/strong><\/p>\n

Helen eventually regained her\u00a0joie de vivre<\/em>.\u00a0 She and Adam continued their correspondence and passionate discourse regarding politics, philosophy, and human rights.\u00a0 She remarried and began a writing career which eventually would lead to social and political activism, unusual for a woman in the Victorian era.<\/p>\n

Adam never regretted his actions that night, not only in saving Helen, but in protecting her reputation.<\/p>\n

Although they never spoke of it again, Ben\u2019s heart swelled with pride every time he thought of what his son had done.<\/p>\n

—The End—<\/p>\n

End Notes:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The events in this story are fiction, but the woman was real.\u00a0 Following her remarriage, Helen Hunt Jackson became passionately involved in the plight of Native American Indians.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the morally rigid Victorian era, when middle-class American women were supposed to follow the \u2018cult of domesticity\u2019 as dutiful mothers and housewives, Helen Hunt Jackson had the courage and conviction to try to make a positive difference in the lives of those who had been victimized by ignorance, prejudice, corruption, and cruelty.\u00a0 She was described by her contemporaries Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Dickinson as \u2018the most brilliant, impetuous, and thoroughly individual woman of her time.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cPresident Chester Arthur designated her special commissioner of Indian Affairs in 1882 \u2014 the first woman to hold that position\u2014but Jackson’s report of 1883 calling for \u2018some atonement\u2019 for past neglect and injustice was not acted upon by government authorities.<\/p>\n

\u201cJackson continued her struggle to redress Indian grievances and also returned to her earlier career as a writer of poetry, essays, and novels. In 1884, based upon her experience with the California Indians, she hurriedly wrote the popular and commercially successful novel, Ramona. The work, which has been reprinted frequently and adapted to screen and stage, was the highlight of her literary career. In 1886, the North American Review called the book “unquestionably the best novel yet produced by an American woman,” ranking it (with Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe) as one of the two foremost ethical novels of the century.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was exactly the type of woman Adam would have admired.<\/p>\n

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