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"Well, I suppose we could have a funeral for her at the least."
Lance couldn't listen to this talk. Something inside him disconnected. He got on his horse and rode away. He just couldn't talk to anyone right now.
Funeral? How could they even suggest such a thing?
Marty started to go after him, but Helen shook her head. "Give him some time alone. You know, I got to know Trudy pretty well while you guys were gone. She was really something. Dirt poor, honest as could be, and walked right into Lance's arms. It was like a fairy tale. You don't get over something that strong so easy. He needs time, and… he needs answers."
"I guess you're right." Marty nodded.
"I can't believe it just took her—" Helen muttered and shook her head, as tears clouded her vision.
Lance went into Ft. Worth, he went to the train station, as though he expected her to be there. But there was no one.
He knew he couldn't spend the rest of his life grieving. He knew he didn't want to be bitter about this, but he felt so cheated. He didn't blame God, he blamed himself for leaving her so soon after he married her.
He sat down on one of the benches there and watched the people go by. He'd never felt so alone in his life.
Three days later, he was helping move some lumber around the house structure and Weamer rode up. Weamer of all people, Lance mused.
Lance barely knew the man, and he couldn't help but wonder why Weamer, who seldom came around people was here.
"Mr. Weamer, can I help you?" Lance asked dully.
Weamer eyed him closely. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and shoved it at him, "This your wife?"
Lance took the paper; it was one of the fliers. "It is, where did you come across it?"
"Found it on a tree on my property."
Lance started to walk away, "Don't you want to know what I'm doing here?"
Lance turned, eyeing him, "Sure, what can I do for you?"
"I found her." He said simply.
"W-what?" Lance frowned coming closer now.
"I found your wife."
"You found her body?" Lance questioned.
Weamer eyed him now, "Sure could use a cup of coffee."
Lance watched him dismount his wagon and got him some coffee waiting patiently for him to explain. "Y-you found her body?" Lance asked his face almost white now.
"No sir, she's been over to the docs for a week."
"What?" Lance came straight up to him. "Is this some kind of joke."
"N-no. It were more than a week and half ago, I was out plowin' my horse got lose and I had to run after her. I found her! She was tangled up in some brambles, but I heard her moaning. I got my horse and took her to the house. I knew there was something wrong, she didn't know her own name. I let her rest a couple of days, thought maybe she was just kind of in shock or something. So, I finally took her to the docs, and he said in time she'd be fine."
"Alive?" Lance face contorted.
"Yes sir."
"Where is she?"
"At the docs in town."
