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Chinaman's Chance

... was going to sail back to China from Seattle or Vancouver." "And I messed up your plans," I said. "It's the best thing that could have happened to me," Chen responded. I blushed and remained quiet. I loved that man so much. We approached the farm that belonged to Chen's friend late at night to avoid any possibility of being observed. Chen said it would be wise to stay just outside the property until daylight so we wouldn't take her by surprise. He said she kept a loaded shotgun at her bedside. We sheltered under a tree and fell asleep in each other's arms. I felt a presence nearby the following morning. I opened my eyes and saw a tall angular woman studying us. She was holding a pitchfork, but not in a threatening manner. I nudged Chen and he awoke with a groan. "Maggie," he said. "Chen?" the woman responded. "Is that you?" "It's me all right." "You come by for a visit?" "It might be for an extended visit if you can tolerate us," Chen said. "Are you in some sort of trouble?" "We are in trouble with the law, the tongs, my former employer and probably numerous others that I can't think of right now. There is even a price on our heads." I looked at my husband uncertainly. I was wary of Chen telling this woman all our troubles and putting us at her mercy. I sure hoped she could be trusted. We could be turned away or even turned in for the reward. "Well, in that case you can stay for as long as you like," the woman declared. "Get up and give me a hug." I breathed a sigh of ...

... relief as Chen helped me up and then embraced his friend. "Who's your companion?" Chen stepped back and placed his arm around my shoulder. Miss Maggie Hooper, I would like to introduce my dear wife the former Miss Jennifer Yang." The woman gasped. "You dog! You sailed to China to bring back a wife and you never told me your plans?" "Nothing like that, Maggie," Chen said. "Jennifer and I met here in San Francisco under the strangest of circumstances." "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Hooper," I said. "Oh great! You speak English. None of that Miss Hooper stuff for me. The name is Maggie. I hope you let me call you Jennifer. You know, I'm sort of relieved. At first I thought you were a boy and I was surprised Chen had that preference, but then I don't wear my spectacles outside. Still, you look kind of boyish with all your hair shaved off." "I was trying to pass as a boy." "Of course you were," Maggie responded. "You were doing a good job, too, I might add. Say, you two look like something even the cat wouldn't bother with. I bet you both could use a hot meal, a bath and a real bed so, come on in. I want to hear the story about how you two met and how you wound up in your current mess. You wouldn't mind if I gave you a hug, would you?" "I'd love a hug from you, Maggie." From what Chen told me beforehand, Maggie Hooper could best be described as a free spirit. Financed by a small inheritance after graduating college in New York, she traveled in Europe and studied ...