The Stafford Collection, Historical Western Romances by Hubbard Lynn

Author:Hubbard, Lynn [Hubbard, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Lemon Press Publishing
Published: 2013-04-18T21:00:00+00:00

She was grateful that The Swan was not too busy that evening. More than a few curious glances came her way as she entered the saloon and a few more as she sat down at the piano. She smiled, seeing that Mac had moved it closer to the bar and the rear exit. He had even set up a bowl on top of the piano to collect tips. Mac insisted it would look strange if she did not.

Doubts flew through her mind as she placed her fingers on the keys. It had been a long time since she had played and memories paraded through her mind of her lost family as she gently caressed the keys.

Taking a deep breath, she began to play. There was a sour note or two at first and she cringed a bit. Part of it was due to the damaged keys; part was lack of practice. She took another breath and began again. She chose a simple tune, one she had learned early on when she first began playing. One she could play in her sleep. She was quite pleased when she finished it with no further mishaps. As the music settled into silence, Sabrina realized that the few patrons inside were not paying a whole lot of attention to her. Yes, she had received a couple glances but she needed these few to tell the many so that word would spread.

She sat up a little straighter, squared her chin and decided to share some culture with these rough townspeople. She launched into Chopin’s Grande Valse Brillante[2]. It was difficult to play by memory and she wondered if there were any music books in town. She’d have to check tomorrow. She looked up as she finished the tune to find Mac staring at her in shock as he over poured a drink at the bar. The patron hadn’t noticed, since he, too, was staring at her. In fact, everyone was gazing at her. Feeling a bit self-conscious, but persevering, she changed to Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5[3].

This was one of her father’s favorites. Although he did not play the piano, he had a great love for music and moisture clouded her vision as she played, losing herself in its depth. She did not notice as the saloon quietly filled with more people. Mac and the bar maids scurried to serve the quiet crowd that was gathering.

Finishing the piece, she sat stoically, trying to come to grips with her emotions. She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder. Looking up at an elderly gentleman with a toothless grin, she forced a relieved smile as she greeted him.

“Do you know When Johnny comes Marching home?[4]?”

She did and she played that and most of the other requests, embellishing them with her own flourishes. Brock came in unannounced and frowned a bit at all the men staring eye struck at Sabrina. As he sat and listened to her play he thought it was no wonder she was being stalked. Looking around the room, he didn’t doubt she could have many more ‘stalkers’ after tonight.

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