Zeke Kincaid:

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It's funny how a mind works. I thought, I was finished with the Kincaid men. The men from Paradise who believed that a woman must be trained to be completely submissive.


Then one day out of the blue he was there- Ezekiel Ransome Kincaid. He wanted his story told. Which blew me out of the water. I never meet the man you see. He wasn't in any of the other stories. However, being a Kincaid and if you follow them, he demanded I tell his tale. Since, we all know when a Kincaid man tells you to do something you better do it and fast.



 So, back to 1800's and the town of Paradise I had to go and learn about the man they call Zeke.


Another Betty Carlton tale.

                                Ezekiel Kincaid
                        finds his Woman

The Beginning:

CHAPTER 1

No one could accuse Ezekiel Kincaid of not knowing his own mind. A mind once made-up he stood behind with every inch of his six-foot-four inch frame. Another thing no one could accuse him of was not taking his time to find the right woman. Thirty-two years it took him to get here.

The small black box scooted across the table propelled by Ezekiel’s strong unfailing hand.

The woman across the table from him stared down at it. A smile from her set his heart to beat faster. He thought she was beautiful. She was young. She was enthralled with him.

“Mr. Kincaid, is that for me.?”

“Of course and it’s Zeke, remember.”

The young woman blushed. Zeke’s thoughts traveled down a road that told him she’d have a hell of a lot more to blush about once he had his hands on her.

“Open it.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. Ezekiel Kincaid demanded she do so. Lori Ann Baxter never met the likes of the man whose table she shared, so she didn’t recognize the difference. Slender well manicured fingers gingerly picked up the velvet the box.

The hinges stiff from the newness as it seemed to resist opening. If it made a sound it could not be heard over the noise in the room.

Lori Ann expected earrings. Many men before Mr. Kincaid gave her presents. Earrings usually or a pin but the contents of the case stunned her speechless.

“Mr. Kincaid, I...”

The raised eyebrow on the face of the man she addressed caused her to stumble.

“I mean, Zeke, I’m speechless. I never expected you. I mean we've only known each other seven days. I.. . I... .”

The box closed with a snap. A snap that for the couple sitting there seemed to resonate through out the boisterous room.

“The rings are exquisite, but I will not marry you.” (author's comment: not smart Lori Ann. Kincaid men don't do rejection well.)

Lori Ann scooted the box back across the white linen table cloth. back toward the man, whom no one ever dare reject before whether in business or his personal life.

Ezekiel sat there statue still. Only the throbbing blood vessel near his left temple gave anyone a hint of the anger consuming him at the moment. (author comment: warning sign)

Lori Ann looked sophisticated in the worldly sense of the word. In reality she lived a sheltered life, so unlike the personification of the woman people saw on stage.

Zeke didn’t respond to her rejection. Instead he chose to look around the room. The smoke filed air greeted his lungs as he took a deep breathe to calm down. The riotous noise that moments before he ignored, now echoed inside his head. Gratefully, the lights became subdued. The odor of the candle wax and oil lamps blended with the tobacco haze as the stage hands extinguished them. Only the lamps above the stage and the numerous candles stretched across the edge of the stage remained lit.

The stage took on a life all it’s own as it glowed and the flames throwing their light danced when compared to the darkness now closing in around the tables and the rows of seats forming the audience.

The woman on stage moved with a grace reminiscent of Jennie Lind the world famous songstress. The orchestra played, "I can but weep" by Robert Shumman.

The room quieted as a new slender woman in the silk long sky-blue gown under the lights began to sing.

"’When looking on thine a-sured eyes’..."

Ah, now that woman could sing.He meant, Miss. Lind not the impostor in front of the crowd.

 Zeke knew because, he’d been one of those who parted with two hundred dollars just a few months ago. Money he considered well spent. Miss Jenny Lind sung her heart out for the crowd in New York City, and he sat in the front row.
   (photo of Castle Garden NewYork first appearance for Ms.Lind)

A vision in blue bowed and the room leaped to life with applause, cat-calls, and wild stomping of feet. Lori Ann finished clapping and turned to Zeke. An empty chair greeted her.

Not that anyone noticed Lori Ann sighed with relief. (author comment: foolish girl. She didn't listen and so our story begins.hehe)

I hope you'll want to read more.

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