LITMIR.BIZ

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spun on their heels to find the very man depicted in the photograph. Complete with the dashing smile. Even out of his dress uniform—for he wore a coat, but not one as fancy or full of medals as the one in the photograph—he was every bit the U.S. Army poster-boy hero. His dark hair just barely contained itself in its slick comb-back underneath his cap. He carried himself with unmistakably military command—Leanne suspected she’d have known he was an officer even in civilian clothes. He certainly was very sure of himself—a long moment passed before Leanne even noticed he leaned jauntily on a cane.

       Ida planted one hand on her hip. “Well—” her voice grew silky “—no one can fault you for an excess of modesty. Still, my daddy always said a healthy ego was a heroic trait, so I suppose I can let it slide, Captain Gallows.” She drew out the pronunciation of his name with a relish that made Leanne flush.

       Captain Gallows was evidently all-too-accustomed to such attentions, for he merely widened his dashing smile and gave a short bow to each of them. “How do you do?” He pointed to the sign. “Say you’ll attend tonight’s event, and my fears of facing an audience full of dull-faced students and soldiers will be put to rest.”

       “Are you one of the Four Minute Men, then?” Leanne asked. Her father had been asked to serve on the nationally launched volunteer speakers board, called “Four Minute Men” for the prescribed length of their speeches, but Papa had declined. Still, from the superlatives on his bill, Captain Gallows could go on for four hours and still hold his audience captive.

       “The best. They give me as long as I want. They tell me I’m enthralling.”

       “I have no doubt they do. I’m Ida Lee Landway, and this is my friend Leanne Sample. We’ve just joined the nursing staff at the base hospital.”

       The captain tipped his hat. “How fortunate for our boys in the wards. Miss Landway, Miss Sample, I’m delighted to meet you. Tell me what I can say to convince you to come to the rally.”

       “Oh, it won’t take much,” Ida cooed.

       “We were just on our way over to town early and already planning to attend,” Leanne corrected. “No persuasion will be required.” He certainly seemed a cocky sort, this Captain Gallows.

       “I’m not so sure,” he replied with a disarming grin. “I was on campus this morning and one of the students told me she would come, but she would bring her knitting. Not the kind of response I’m used to, I must say. I’m trying to see it as a patriotic act, not an expectation of my inability to fascinate.”

       Definitely a cocky sort. “Don’t take that as an affront at all, Captain Gallows. I’m meeting my parents for luncheon and I have my knitting with me right now.”

       “Well, I can’t say I haven’t longed for a sharp pointy stick in several conversations with my own father.”

       Leanne didn’t find that especially funny. “The Red Cross encourages us to knit everywhere we can, Captain Gallows.” She tried not to glare as she pointed to the bag currently slung over her shoulder. “I assure you, I knit even in church, so the presence of anyone’s yarn and needles need be no dent to your confidence. Our boys need socks as much as the army needs our boys.”

       Gallows tucked a hand in his pocket. “Duly noted, ma’am.” He turned to Ida. “Does the Red Cross know what a fine champion they have in nurse Leanne Sample?”

       “They ought to,” Ida boasted. “She’s been here a week and already she’s teaching two knitting classes at the hospital.”

       “Impressive,” Gallows replied. “I’m sure the fellows here at the hospital have told you there are days when a pair of warm, dry socks are the highlight of the week. I suppose if I just remember that while you all are staring down at your needles instead of up at me, I’ll be just fine.”

       The man enjoyed being the center of attention—that much was clear. “You needn’t worry. Most of us can stitch without even looking. I’ve knit so many pairs of socks I think I could probably knit in my sleep by now.”

       “Not me,” Ida said. “Leanne’s a good teacher, but I fear for the feet that’ll have to put up with my socks. I’ll have to stare down a fair amount—” she paused and batted her long auburn eyelashes “—but not the whole time.”

       “Well, then.” Gallows rocked back on his boot heels. “I have my orders. I’m to be enthralling but not distracting. Have I got it right?”

       “I have no doubt you do such a job very well,” Leanne replied, not wanting to give Ida another chance at that one. “Good day, Captain. We’ve a trolley to catch, but we’ll also catch your enthralling-but-not-distracting presentation this evening.”

       Gallows tipped his hat. “You do your bit, I’ll do mine.”

      Chapter Two

      Captain John Gallows planted his feet—or rather one good foot, one bad foot and the tip of his cane—on the porch of the Camp Jackson officers’ hall. He’d envisioned his homecoming so very differently.

       Still, he was in South Carolina, if not yet in Charleston. And home, in the form of his formidable and sharp-pointy-stick-worthy father, had come running to him.

       “John.” His father pulled open the door before John even set hand to the knob. He gave John a stiff clap on the back. The force made John put more weight on his bad leg than he would have liked. “Our boy, our hero, home for a bit from the grand tour of rousting up recruits, hmm?”

       His father undoubtedly considered talking up war a poor substitute for winning one, but John shook off those thoughts as he shook his father’s hand. “You know me,” he said, applying his most charming smile, “ready to open my big mouth for a good cause.”

       “Welcome home, dear,” John’s mother cooed as she emerged from the hall behind his father. “Oh, look at that medal.” She smoothed out the front of his uniform and the medal for bravery that continually hung there now. “My son. Decorated for valor.” The pride in her voice was warm and sugary.

       John had saved six lives, but only really in his efforts to keep his own. That didn’t feel like bravery. He wasn’t even supposed to be on that navy dirigible except for a favor he was granting to his commander’s buddy. Still, John could spin a rousing tale and history had thrown him into a dramatic scenario. As such, John had been healed up quickly and delivered to several American cities to give speeches. He was eager to return to fighting, but hoped this recruitment tour would better his chances at being admitted to pilot training. Pilots, now those were the real heroes. If doing his best to stir up the patriotic spirit wherever and whenever asked got him closer to that kind of glory, he’d gladly comply.

       “How handsome you look,” Mama went on. “How much older than twenty-two. You walk differently, even.”

       John winked. “That would be the cane, ma’am,” he joked, swinging it the way Charlie Chaplin did in the movies. He tipped the corner of his hat for effect.

       Father made some sort of a gruff sound, but she laughed. “No, that would be the man, son. I’m not talking about your gait, but the way you carry yourself. With wisdom. Authority.”

       “Flattery. Don’t you think you’re just a little bit biased?” he teased her.

       “Of course I am,” she said, reaching up to lay a hand on each of his shoulders. “Oh, I am just so glad to have you home!” She hugged him tight. “And for so long a leave! Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if they had this nasty business sewn up before y’all even had a chance to get back over there.”

       “Now, Deborah,” John’s father replied in his “let’s be sensible” voice, which had the desirable effect of removing Mama’s hands from John’s shoulders, “I hardly think they’d want Johnny back here making all those speeches if the end is near.” His father’s gaze flicked down momentarily to the black cane. “Besides, you’re here to get the best of care

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