Picture Bride

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 86 While Haru and Rev. Adams were inspecting her camp, Sam stood in Wellington Carter’s mahogany-paneled office. Photographs of his paniolo winning rodeo contests lined the walls. The giant photograph behind Carter’s desk showed Ikua Purdy, Eben “Rawhide Ben” Low and Archie Kaaua sitting on their steeds in....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 90 Oki Tama eased onto a cushioned armchair on the porch. Haru and Kenji sat on hardback chairs next to him. Tsutsumi, who had honed his speaking technique shouting over the pounding of Hawai‘i’s surf, placed one hand on the back of Oki Tama’s chair. He waited for....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 101 While waiting for her sons to cross the street, Haru noticed another Model T Ford — not as fancy as Makino’s, but brand-new. Could this possibly be theirs? She and Kenji had planned on shipping their car along with their household goods, until they learned that the....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 98 As Bishop Imamura drove the Takayama family up Bishop Street toward the Fort Street Hongwanji, they did not notice a thin, bat-eared man strutting up a set of fire stairs on the side of the two-story granite Bishop National Bank building. The Rev. Takie Okumura was the....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 92 Haru’s evening inspection saunter was bringing her back to the street when her ears picked up the sounds of a vehicle with a sputtering muffler. She looked up in time to see a truck brake to a rough stop. Emblazoned on the door panel was the emblem....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 87 Sunny skies and the laughter of children lifted Haru as she and two other wives rinsed lettuce leaves at the water pump when Sachi came running toward her, out of breath. The front of her pale-green yukata was splattered with red splotches. “Setsu Kurume is puking blood!”....

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan 85. “Mayor” Haru, attired in a freshly laundered, blue-checkered yukata, greeted her fellow early risers as sheepish men, women and children made their way to latrines dug along the tree line in back of the Takayama compound. She kept her practiced eye alert for any discarded trash along what....