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Chinaman's Chance

... gosh!" "She had me covered with her shotgun," Chen continued. "She made me keep picking apples until the wagon was loaded and then unload them when we got to town. I thought I was going to die from exhaustion." "What happened next?" "She paid me for my work and asked if I'd like to continue working for her. That was the beginning of our friendship." With Chen and I taking care of things on the farm, Maggie was able to make more frequent trips to San Francisco. She became our eyes and ears in the city and always made a point of picking up copies of the local newspapers, mainly the San Francisco Examiner. As we had hoped, other crimes and crises made the front page. The murder of a San Francisco cop faded from the headlines. Chinese men were murdered, but that seemed like it was almost a daily occurrence and wasn't blamed on any tong war. We had been staying with Maggie for a little over six weeks when she came back from a trip to the city and showed us the newspaper headline. The Chinese Exclusion Act had been signed into law. From the tone of the article it appeared the entire populace of California was celebrating. Perhaps they were, with a few exceptions. "I'm beginning to believe your time travel story," Maggie said. It didn't matter to me any more. I had met the love of my life and was adjusting quite nicely to living in that era. A couple of weeks later, Chen asked me to marry him and be his wife. "But we're already married," I responded with a giggle. "I would like us ...

... to do it properly." He opened a small velvet-lined box containing a beautiful gold wedding ring. "Where did you get this ring?" I gasped. "It's lovely." "Maggie shopped for me in San Francisco. I hope you like it." "I love it. Of course I'll marry you." I burst into happy tears and hugged Chen to me. I embarrassed the poor man because Maggie was standing nearby with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. I thought, that will show him for springing surprises like that on me. San Francisco was still too dangerous for us so we got married in front of a San Mateo County judge. Maggie acted as our witness. As a wedding present, Maggie presented us with matching gold lockets with our portraits painted in miniature, done by herself. We had a celebratory dinner back at the farm and then spent the next three days in our quarters fucking like bunnies. The only times we took breaks were for eating or sleeping. It was an ideal honeymoon as far as I was concerned. Life at the farm was lovely, but Chen and I started to get restless. It was time to move on. George's murder had long faded from the headlines and the tongs were unusually quiet. Chinese community activists had filed suit against the United Sates government claiming the Exclusion Act was discriminatory and unconstitutional. I knew the federal courts would be unsympathetic. We started making exploratory trips back to San Francisco after dark and heavily disguised. It was a long, but pleasant walk. Entering the city was like coming home ...