SORRY, AGAIN...

         

but there’s no continuing chapter of WATER RIGHTS today. Yesterday, I got myself all prettified and had the time of my life flitting from partay to partay to partay. Of course, the best part of doing that was all the big hugs and kisses and skin-to-skin contact I enjoyed for hours on end. And, let’s not forget the food…I was lazy and only took a bag of chips to each partay, but my goodness the spread of good dishes each host/hostess provided certainly pleased my palate. So. Much. Fun!!!!

By now, if you’ve read this far, you have come to one of the following conclusions:  a) I’m living in a totally different dimension (and believe you me, I wish I was); b) being alone for so long has sent me right round the bend (a definite possibility); c) I write fiction and the preceding paragraph was all fiction; d) make up your own conclusion.

Whatever you decide doesn’t really matter because regardless of your choice, I have a great opportunity available to anyone. And, no, it doesn’t include any Pacific beachfront in Arizona because I sold that earlier this week. Instead, I have huge boxes filled with absolutely nothing available. For the very cheap price of $9.99 plus shipping, I’d be happy to put your name on one or more of those boxes and ship it directly to your doorstep…absolutely no person-to-person contact involved. Just imagine the excitement of having a huge box delivered, ripping it open and finding absolutely nothing. I get all goosebumpy just thinking of your pleasure and enjoyment.

WATER RIGHTS, CHAPTER 13, MOVING AHEAD

           

         Over the next few weeks, Hannah was so busy she didn’t have time to think about or miss her gramps and Luke very much. It was harder when it came to gramps because she saw him every single place she looked if she allowed herself to think about him. It wasn’t as difficult with regard to Luke because when some memory popped into her head, it brought a sadness and anger that she didn’t want.

Joe and Dave did an excellent job of hiring enough hands to get the cattle down to the various smaller corrals for branding and neutering. The ones she intended to keep, and there were fewer than ever before because she had other plans that didn’t include raising very many cattle. After next year’s cull and sale, she hoped to have only enough cattle for her own use with maybe a few she could sell in town. She had a new plan for the Wakefield Ranch, but it would take a year or more to implement.

Hannah met again with Mr. Travers and discussed her plans with him. He was surprised by her ideas, but enthusiastic about the changes they would bring to not only the ranch, but the town and valley. He provided his whole-hearted approval and told her to let him know what services she’d need when she herself knew.

On the way out, Hannah stopped by Celia’s desk and asked if they could talk for a few minutes. Celia seemed a bit surprised, but said sure, so they went out to the bench in front of the office.

“I don’t really know how to say this but to just say it. I’m pregnant too. My baby will be due about a month after yours. I was hoping we could become better friends and talk about being a mother and having babies. I don’t really have anyone to talk to these days, surrounded as I am by men. What do you think?”

At Hannah’s announcement, Celia’s eyes opened wide and her hands went to her belly. “Well, I’m sure surprised as I know everbody in town will be. But you know what. Congratulations!!!! I’d be happy to be a better friend. I have my mom and Ted’s mom to talk to, but they’re so much oldern me, so it would be delightful to have a younger friend in the same pasture, so to speak.”

“Oh, I was hoping you’d be willing. When I leave here, I’m going to go see Miz. Lionel and tell her since she’s sorta the society leader here. I’m hoping I get her support too, but if I don’t, well, I’ll manage somehow. I think some folks in this town have gossiped about me from day one, so for them, it won’t be anything new.”

Celia shook her head. “I know just who you mean. They had a field-day when they found out Ted and I were rushing to get married. The fact I was pregnant only made them happier to gossip about us. But we know what we’re doing and will work hard to make out lives good, so I don’t care.”

“Thank you for not making assumptions about me or the baby’s father. Everyone will suspect it was Luke and I’ll tell you truth, it was. I loved him so much and to find out he was Jamison’s spy just about killed me, but I have to think of the  baby and my legacy.

“I had some cards made up, so here’s one for you with my cell phone number, although I suppose you could have gotten it from the files. One quick question because I know you’re a working lady. How soon will I begin to show do you think? My pants are getting a bit snug, but I can still button them.”

Hannah and Celia talked for a bit about what was in store for Hannah. Then, assuring Hannah she’d definitely call that night, Celia returned to work and Hannah went to see Miz. Lionel. She really dreaded having to confess to the old woman, but didn’t feel as though she had a choice. When she arrived at the appointed time, Miz. Lionel had made tea and had cookies fresh from the oven. They were Hannah’s favorite which were lemon cream. It was all she could do to keep from jamming a couple into her mouth at once. The initial social comments over, tea poured and a couple of cookies eaten, Hannah told Miz. Lionel the same thing she’d already told a few people. Following the words, “I’m pregnant.” Hannah leaned back and waited.

“Oh my goodness. Pregnant? Oh how wonderful. I just wish Gracie and Thomas were here to see this. Their own grandgirl going to give them a great-grandchild.” Miz. Lionel leaned forward and took Hannah’s hand. “Now, since Gracie isn’t here, you must promise to depend on me for anything you need. Promise?”

Hannah promised and then the older woman asked when the baby would arrive and was told some time in February. “Well, child, when the time comes, you have to let me know. I’ll be there at the hospital and I’ll come lend a hand when the two of you come home. Why, I remember when I brought Craig home. I had Ted there to help, but he just wasn’t the comfort Gracie was. And when Gracie’s time came, it was the same thing. Nothing helps a new mommy quite like another mommy who’s been there and done that.”

The two women talked for a while longer and then Hannah had to leave to get to her doctor’s appointment. That went well although Dr. Harvey, who’d been her doctor since she first arrived in town, seemed a bit surprised at her request for a pregnancy test. He didn’t seem to disapprove and didn’t offer any advice until after he asked Hannah her plans. She told him her plans about the baby to which he responded, “Well, that sounds just fine. I was afraid you’d be wanting an abortion since the father is no longer around. Thomas and Gracie would be proud of the choice you’ve made. For now, come see me once a month. Make monthly appointments at the desk as you leave. Also schedule an ultrasound for the beginning of November and ask Lorie for the pregnancy packet she’s put together.

“Finally, I know you know how some folks in this town are. I don’t want you to pay them any mind. If you’d won the worldwide sweepstakes for a bazillion dollars, they’d still find something negative to gossip about. You’re going to be just fine because you are a Wakefield and there are so many in this town that loved and respected your family. You’ll be just fine Hannah.”

Hannah thanked Dr. Harvey and did as he requested, recording the dates set in her phone. Lorie didn’t even raise an eyebrow when Hannah asked for the pregnancy packet, but handed it over with a smile and “Congratulations.”

At the grocery and feed stores, Hannah picked up as many boxes as they’d give her. By the time she got home, it was too late to begin work in gramps’s room. There was dinner to finish, some laundry to bring in off the line and damn, she’d forgotten to ask Miz. Lionel about a cook. She remedied that with a quick phone call and was happy to hear there were a couple of cooks Miz. Lionel would send out for an interview before the week was out.

Hannah filled boxes with gramps’ clothing, shoes and boots. She filled a couple of other boxes with things gramps had saved. Some of them she knew the story behind and others were just things he’d treasured for some reason. She asked if either Joe or Dave would put the boxes in the truck and the ones for the attic up there. Then, she went into town and went shopping.

After her stop at the thrift store where she just happened to find a small infant-sized crib which she purchased and put in the back of her truck, she headed to the only large store in the area. There, she bought paint in a beautiful sunny yellow, a limeish green for trim, an 10’ x 12’ rug that looked s though she’d dumped the paint she’d just bought all over it. By the time she reached the checkout counter, she had two heaping shopping carts that also included new pillows, sheets, pillowcases, mattress pads, some baby blankets, and a couple of lamps. These would do for a start.

Then, she went to the largest furniture store and tried out a variety of mattresses. When she found one she wanted, she was delighted to learn they’d haul away the old mattress and box springs when they delivered the new.

For the next few days, Hannah left the ranch to Joe and Dave. She’d come to trust their abilities and decisions. Instead, she cleaned what would be her new room from top to bottom, painted the walls and window trim, and had her new linen all washed and fresh-smelling from hanging outdoors when the new mattress arrived. Finished, Hannah could see the room would need a bit more in the way of decorations and thought she’d search out the boxes that came from New York with her. If memory served, there would be some delightful items with great memories she could use.

Hannah had barely smoothed the duvet flat when she realized the day for driving the cattle down was almost there. As she’d done the last couple of years, Hannah ordered the cattle trucks to come and haul them to market on that day. Then, early the morning of the drive, she saddled Onyx and rode out with her hands. It was hot and dusty work, but eventually by mid-afternoon, the cattle were in the big pasture on the left side of the road to the highway. The trucks were lined up on that road and took turns pulling up to the slot in the fence which allowed Hannah and the men to jockey the cattle into the truck. Finally, hot, dirty, tired, the last truck pulled out to the highway and it was time for the annual celebration. She probably could have skipped it this year, but she wasn’t going to do that to her hands or to herself.  

“Okay men, let’s get these horses taken care of and head to the back of the house. There’s beer and barbecue waiting on us and I don’t know about you, but I could just about eat an entire one of those hooved monsters we just sent away.”

There were yells of Yahoo, Yippee and some groans as they all headed to the barn. Inside each man took care of his mount and Hannah was the last one to leave for the barn for the party. She took a bit of time to stroke and talk to Sampson.

“Yes, I’ll bet you missed being out on the trail this year. I suppose I could have ridden you, but you were always gramps’ horse. It’s only fair you have a bit of down time. You earned it over the years. I’ll just bet gramps is missing you as much as you’re missing him.” She gave him an extra apple and final pat and headed for the sounds of laughter and talking.

The man she’d hired to cook, Dale Evers, had put together what had to be the best barbeque and sides Hannah had ever eaten. She’d also ordered a keg of beer for the men. Once she’d eaten and socialized a bit, she excused herself to leave the men alone to celebrate their hard work and get as drunk as they’d like. There wouldn’t be any hard work they’d need to get up for the next day, so they could have big hangovers if they chose.

On her way up to the house, she stopped by the table where Dale was sitting. She had to admit she’d been a little concerned about whether or not he was gay, but all the hands seemed to accept him just fine, and they loved, loved, loved his cooking. “Dale, that was the best barbecue I’ve ever had. I think I’m going to have to have you make that at least once a month. I kept thinking I couldn’t possibly eat another rib or spoonful of beans, but I just kept pouring it down my throat. So so good.”

“Thanks Hannah, I appreciate the compliments. I spent a little time in Texas years ago and that’s where I learned to make ribs and briskets. Hell, I can even make these in an indoor oven, so we can have them as often as you like.”

Hannah climbed up on the bench next to Dale to address the rest of the group. “Well, gentlemen, enjoy yourselves. You all worked so very hard and I do appreciate it very much. I know if gramps were here, he’d be sitting up swapping lies until the last of you either passed out or went to bed. But I need my beauty sleep, so I’m going to say thank you again and good night.”

There was a chorus of good nights and sleep wells and Hannah trudged up the steps to the house. God, she was so tired, but before she called it a day, she’d pull out her list and cross off a couple more items. Crossing off cattle to market was a huge one and she was very glad it was now behind her. Tomorrow, she’d pay off the hands that wouldn’t be staying on. She’d already talked to Joe and Dave about who might be willing to stay on and which of them might have some of the skills she’d need over the winter. Then, it would be full speed ahead with her idea for increasing ranch income to the point she wouldn’t have to raise cattle.

The next morning after Dale had given everyone breakfast with a lot of water, tomato and orange juice being sucked down by almost every single man, Hannah stood up and said, “Today’s your payday, but Joe and Dave and I would like to talk to each of you individually before giving your pay and seeing you on down the road. Briley, if you’d stay behind while the rest of you go back to the bunkhouse, I’d be grateful.”

Both Joe and Dave had some carpentering skills and they’d managed to find out that Briley had worked as a carpenter at a previous point in his life. Hannah began, “Briley, you’ve worked hard and long hours getting the cattle out of the hills and into the trucks. I don’t know what your plans are now, but I’d like to offer you a job that would take you over the winter and into spring, maybe even summer.”

“I appreciate that Hannah, but I really need to get back home to my wife and kids. I took this job hoping I’d make enough to get us out of the hole we’ve been in for a while. I’d be interested to know what kind of job it would be though.”

“Well, this is my plan. I’ve already shared it with Joe and Dave. I don’t want to continue raising cattle for the market. Yes, I get a good price for them because they are free-range, but it’s a lot of work and not necessarily good for the environment long range. I want to build a number of little houses in the pasture on the left side of the road where the cattle were corralled yesterday. I want to start a sort of dude ranch. I’d rent out the houses, provide horses and trail rides, and a variety of other activities that I think would appeal to people living in the city. From all the research I’ve done, I think it would rapidly become a money-making enterprise. I know you’ve done carpentry work in the past and would have you hammering and sawing on those little houses over the winter and into spring. I’d continue to pay you your hourly rate for now and if this becomes a go, I’d be looking at providing benefits as well.”

“Well, that sounds like a great idea, but I need to go home and talk to Louisa and see what she thinks. It’s not all that far, so maybe I could commute, work a regular schedule so I’d be around to help with the kids and other stuff.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Give me a call once you know what you want to do. I think I’ve got a general contractor lined up who will be the lead for this project. He’s going to begin about the middle of the month and has agreed to provide work for Joe and Dave and any other hands who are interested and have any skills. So, here’s your paycheck as well as my thanks for all your hard work. Can you send Pete up now?”

Hannah, Joe and Dave went through the same discussion with Pete who definitely wasn’t interested and Shane who was, but also needed to check back home to see if it was doable when it came to his family. None of the other hands were interested.

Throughout, Dale had been working away in the kitchen and had listened to every word. “So, what about me. You going to pay me off and send me down the road now that I won’t have a passel of hungry men to feed.”

“Actually Dale, I was coming to you last. I want you to stay on. Judging by some of the meals you’ve made, you could probably provide haut cuisine if it were required. I haven’t quite got the business plan all worked out, but I was thinking I’d provide breakfast and dinner for those who came to stay. I’d definitely need a cook for that. What do you say?”

“I say yes. Yes, I’d love to be part of your new plans. It’s been enjoyable working for you and the men you hired. You have good common sense, can see a bit further down the road than some I’ve known. Besides, I’m looking forward to being the Little Mite’s best honorary uncle.” As he said the last part, he leaned over and ran his hand down Hannah’s belly.

“What, what did you say?”

“It’s just I’ve overheard you talking to the Little Mite. That’s what you call him right? Or, is it a her? I’ve never married or had a big family with nieces and nephews, so if I’m staying, I’m going to be Uncle Dale. That is if it’s okay with you.”

“Hell yes Dale. Hell yes. I just didn’t know anyone knew what I called him or her so that surprised me. 

When Hannah got ready for bed that night, she curled up and talked to her gramps again. “Gramps, I am so fortunate and I know that you’ve been on the lookout for me. I’ve got some great men who are going to help make my vision a reality and friends and neighbors who have my back. Thank you for looking out for me and Little Mite. Good night gramps. Sleep well.”

WATER RIGHTS, CHAPTER 12, PLANS AHEAD

 

          At bedtime that same day, Hannah once again read gramps’ letter. She skipped over the paragraph about Luke and their potential future because it hurt so much. Then, she folded it up and put it away in her keepsake box. She held out the list of projects gramps had included. I can always go back and read the letter again if I need to, but I think I’m okay now, she told herself. I’ve this list and money to get some of it done. And, she said aloud as she stroked her tummy, “Gramps didn’t know about you my little Mite, but getting ready for your arrival is at the top of the list.”

          The next day once her chores were done, Hannah called the financial advisor, Suzy Hempleman. She wondered what a financial advisor with a name like Suzy looked like, but it didn’t matter. They talked for over an hour and Hannah learned about how the account worked. She could spend as much or all of the earnings it acquired each month, but Suzy recommended she not touch the capital. It would continue earning if she didn’t pull funds from it. But, if she had a huge project, she could do one of two things. First, she could borrow money against the capital, and that would be best as long as the interest rates stayed low. Or, secondly, she could just pull the funds and not touch the earnings until they’d replaced what she’d pulled out.

          Once she’d crossed that off her list, she went online and read as many articles about pregnancy and what to expect as she could handle. Hannah guessed she’d best make an appointment with her doctor and get that out of the way. By her count, she had to be almost through her third month. And, she thought she’d just go ahead and reach out to Celia and try to become a friend when she saw Celia’s father again.

          Hannah also ordered some maternity jeans online and hoped they’d fit on arrival. It was always a pain to order stuff, have it come and find it was too big or too little. Once she had her appointment list made, she used her cell phone to set up a date and times to see everyone on the list. She’d added Miz. Lionel because she wanted her to know about the baby. As the current head of what passed for society, Miz. Lionel would help her navigate the reactions of the town folk once they all learned Hannah was pregnant. At least Hannah hoped she would.

          The list Hannah eventually completed covered several pages in her little notebook. She’d always been a list maker, but now that she had definite projects and a limited amount of time, she felt better having the list and knowing she could cross off items as she got them done. The first item on the list was to tell Dave and Joe she was pregnant and what she was planning. Hannah resolved to do that at Sunday dinner.

          Dinner was special that Sunday, with a roast chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn-on-the-cob from her own garden and brownies for dessert. When the men came in and sat down, Joe said, “It sure was hot today, but look at all this. And, look at you, you’re a bit red-faced and sweaty. Something easy and cold would have been fine, but this looks delicious.”

          “Well, you know the old saying that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I want your stomach and your heart happy for a little discussion I’m planning to have with you over dessert. And, no, it’s nothing bad or sad, but it’s important to me and to the ranch.”

          While they all chowed down, Dave and Joe reported on what had been accomplished that day. It wasn’t much because gramps had always believed his hands should have at least part of a day to do whatever they’d like whether it was to recover from a night on the town, go to church, or just lay about. Dinner finished Hannah served the brownies with vanilla ice cream. She, herself, couldn’t believe the amount of food she’d begun eating. And, okay, she was eating for two as they said, but she was going to be fat as a pig if she didn’t slow down. Still, that brownie and ice cream slid down just fine and she still felt hungry.

          “Okay, guys, I’ve kept you in suspense long enough. First, let me say how pleased I am at the work you’ve taken on since gramps passed. You have no idea how that has eased my mind. I really don’t know how to tell you this besides just say it. I’m pregnant.” Hannah sat back and waited for their responses.

          It was Joe, the older hand, who spoke up first. “That goddamned Luke. If he was here, I’d beat the shit out of him. To take advantage of you, a young innocent girl, well, if your gramps were alive, there’d be a rifle in that asshole’s back.”

          “No, no, no. Don’t blame it all on Luke. I was an eager and willing participant. I thought, and from a letter gramps left me, I think he also thought that Luke and I would get married and raise a family here. I’m just glad gramps didn’t live to see what a snake Luke really was. Anyway, I’m happy about this baby. I want it. I’ll have it and be damned the gossips who have to go around and talk about how I’ve tarnished the Wakefield name.”

          “When’s the baby due?” Asked Dave.

          “I won’t know for sure until I see the doctor tomorrow, but I think it will be sometime in February. And, I’ve got a lot of projects I want to accomplish before that happens. I’m going to be counting on the two of you to help me as much as you can, that is if you’re willing?”

          Joe and Dave agreed they were and the three of them talked about the coming week. Hannah then told them that there were more funds available for projects than she’d first thought and reviewed the first five tasks on her list.

“Now, if the two of you could go into town this week, or even with me tomorrow, and hire however many hands you think we’ll need to round up all the cattle the following week, I’d appreciate that. Besides providing payment for their work, it will include space in the bunkhouse and three squares a day.”

“Wow, that seems like a lot of work for you to be doing in your condition,” Joe responded.

“Well, when I go into town, I plan to find someone who can come stay here and cook for everyone. I’m sure Miz. Lionel will be able to point me toward a few folks who could do this.”

The three of them talked a while longer about logistics and plans before the men left. Hannah cleaned up and then went to her gramps room. She opened drawers and the closet and the odor she’d always associate with her gramps filled the room as well as her eyes with tears. She laid down on the bed, and talked to gramps as if he were right there with her.

“Sometime this week, gramps, I’m going to come in here with boxes and pack up all your clothes and belongings. I’ll take them into town and donate them to the thrift store. You have some good, well-made stuff that men down on their luck would appreciate. Of course, some of the items in here will go into separate boxes and join all the other ones in the attic. Someday, this little Mite in my belly might want to look at your rewards and keepsakes. Maybe we can even do it together and I can tell the Mite stories about his great grandpa. I’d really like that.

“Then, I’m going to freshen up this room because it’s going to become mine. I’ll keep the furniture because it’s beautiful as well as old, but I am buying a new mattress. Heaven knows the last time a new one was brought in here. I’m going to paint, hang new curtains, get an area rug for the floor and make space for a small crib. My little Mite will stay in here with me for a time, but I’m planning to move your office into that far corner. Your old office will become Mite’s room until he gets big enough to move upstairs.

“And gramps, thank you so much for the letter and the funds that will help me change things. Besides the project list you made, I’ve added to it and will see just how much I can accomplish before little Mite arrives. I’m hoping Mr. Travers and Miz. Lionel will help me with some of my plans, because I’m going to definitely need help.”

Again, Hannah felt overwhelmed by what the future held in store. She’d just have to buck up and be strong and getter done, as gramps used to say. She hugged his pillow and let herself have a good cry that stopped when she fell sound asleep.

It was very dark when Hannah woke. Fortunately, she knew the house so well she didn’t have to turn on any lights in order to go to the bathroom and head upstairs to her own bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very long day with lots to accomplish so she hoped she’d be able to quickly fall back to sleep.

Nightie on, under the sheet, Hannah’s mind turned to Luke and now much she’d enjoyed making love with him. She couldn’t believe she was aroused by those thoughts, but she was. She let herself go, enjoyed the memories of sex and orgasms and kisses and strokes. She kicked off the sheet, pulled her panties off and spread her legs. Her hand went down to cup her sex which she found hot and wet. Without thinking, she touched herself, enjoyed the slippery feel of her own body, gently rubbed herself, then inserted first one and then two fingers into her vagina. That left her thumb to manipulate the pulsating little bud, and before she knew it, she came and came and came.

Sated and breathless, Hannah hoped she hadn’t harmed the little Mite. She’d have to ask the doctor about babies and orgasms. She hadn’t pleased herself since her first time with Luke because she hadn’t needed to. It was good to know she could still make herself happy.

Hannah turned onto her side and hugged her pillow. Her body felt very tired and very relaxed thanks to her orgasm. She reached down, touched herself again for that last little tremor, and fell asleep with her hand not quite between her legs, but against the base of her tummy as if to reassure the little Mite that what they’d just experienced was perfectly normal, or at least she thought it was.

SORRY...

 

there’s no continuing chapter of WATER RIGHTS today. I was just so very busy having so much fun yesterday, I never got around to sitting at the computer and writing. I’ll try very hard today to not have any fun whatsoever.

And, if you believe any of the preceding paragraph, I have a huge chunk of Pacific beach available in Arizona. I’ll sell it cheap. Let me know if you’re interested.

WATER RIGHTS, CHAPTER 11, SURPRISING NEWS

           When Hannah began to climb from the depths of sleep, she felt so warm and secure and happy. Then, her memory took all that from her as the fact of her gramps’ death and Luke’s betrayal took front and center in her mind. Her first reaction was to roll over and pull her pillow over her head. That didn’t work because she could hear her gramps saying, “You can’t be doin’ that Han. You got some hungry workers to feed. You gotta be good to them so they’ll stay on and help you. C’mon Han, you’re my strong girl. Git moving.”

          So, Hannah got up, took a quick shower, thankful as always that she didn’t have to fool with her hair beyond pinning her braid on top of her head. Dressed in work clothes that still fit, although maybe a bit more snuggly than they had the week before, she went downstairs and started breakfast.

           By the time Joe and Dave came into the mud room and began to wash up, the bacon was done, coffee ready and all Hannah had to do was pour the scrambled eggs into the bowl. Over breakfast, the three of them talked about the ranch work that needed to be accomplished that day and in the days beyond. She learned Luke had been a good boss and that he’d followed gramps’ instructions to the letter. Since she’d helped out for years and years, it didn’t take her long to become knowledgeable enough about what she needed plan for.

          “Okay, so the two of you are going to go to the huckleberry canyon and find the cattle that have made it a home. Gramps already had you put up a little corral to keep them in until we need to make the big push.”

          Both men agreed and Hannah continued, “Sounds to me like we’re going to have to make the roundup in a couple of weeks, but we’re going to need additional hands to make it successful. Just how many do you think I should try to find in town? And, I know the going rate of pay, but I’d like to give the two of you a little bonus for staying and working now that it’s just me in charge.”

          “You don’t need to do that Miz. Hannah.” Joe responded. Your gramps and Luke and even you have been really good to us. I don’t think I’ve ever worked a place besides this one where the food is so good and well made. I never leave your table hungry.” Dave nodded his head in agreement.

          “Thank you Joe, Dave. I appreciate the compliments, but I want to increase your wages. Since you’ve been here for a while and I won’t be able to be everyplace at once, I’m going to make you my two right hands. What you say will be as coming from me when I’m not with you. Does that sound okay to you?”

          Both men nodded, thanked her again and pushed away from the table. “Thanks for breakfast.” Dave said, while Joe said, “We’ll be heading out as soon as the horses are saddled.”

          “I made your lunches and they’re in the mud room on the shelf as always. And, one other thing,” Hannah said, pushing back her own chair. “Gramps’ lawyer was here yesterday and asked me to come into his office today. So once, I get the kitchen cleaned up I’ll be heading into town. I’ll get some dinner started or at least do the preparation before I go, so we’ll eat as always at 6:00 or 7:00, whichever time you guys get back. Is there anything either of you would like me to pick up in town. I’m going to have to stop by the grocery and feed stores.” Joe asked for some of the red licorice he seemed to be addicted to while Dave told her he didn’t need a thing.

          Hannah didn’t bother to dress to go into town. She went as she always had in her boots, jeans, shirt and hat. She added dark glasses so if people just had to offer their sorries and give her a hug or a pat, she’d be able to keep her misty eyes from view. She actually wondered why the attorney wanted to see her since the ranch was in a trust, but she’d find out when she got there. Couldn’t be anything too terribly important she was sure.

          She parked the truck by the feed store because what she needed from there would be the heaviest. She wondered if she should be carrying heavy things in her condition and decided she’d have to go online and read up about pregnancy. She had a ton of questions and worries and no one with whom to share them. For a moment her shoulders slumped and she felt as though her life was simply going to be too much for her to handle. Once again, gramps spoke in her head, “Han, you just take it an hour at a time and before you know it, you’ll have another day under your belt. No need to rush Han.”

          So, Hannah straightened her shoulders and strode back toward the lawyer’s office. Once there, she stepped through the door and told the young woman, actually a classmate of hers and the attorney’s daughter, Celia, “I’m here to see your dad. He asked me to come by today.”

          Ceilia had never been one of her tormentors, but they’d never become real friends either. As Celia pushed back from the desk, saying, “I’ll let dad know you’re here,” Hannah noticed her belly.

          “Oh, you’re expecting.”

          “Yes, just a few more months to go. Ted and I didn’t plan on starting a family so soon after we married, but Mother Nature doesn’t always participate in your plans, so we’ll be having our boy in January. I’ll be right back.”

          “Congratulations on your marriage and your baby.” Hannah said to Celia’s retreating back. She wondered if Celia would be interested in discussing pregnancy and babies. Then, she shook her head because she knew she’d probably be far too shy to bring up the subjects, especially since she didn’t have a husband. She could already hear some of the town folk talking about how she’d shamed her family by getting herself pregnant by that no-good Luke. Not that they’d know for sure it was Luke, but who else could it have been. That’s what they’d think and Hannah was determined to not ever answer any questions about her baby’s father.

          Celia came back and said, “Dad’s on a phone call, so it will be a few minutes. Thank you for the congrats. I really should have invited you to the wedding, but we kept it kinda small. To be truthful, Ted and I got a little carried away graduation night. It was worth it and we would have married eventually, but we’re trying to look at it as starting our family early and being kids with them as they grow.”

          “Well, you and Ted were going together back when I showed up in town all those years ago. I figured you’d get married at some point. How’s it all going?”

          “It’s a bit difficult because Ted really wanted to go to college and received several scholarships. That’s one of the reasons I’m working for dad. His secretary retired to move out to Seattle where her daughter lives. Her daughter just gave her the first grandchild and she wanted to be able to assist with the care. You know you really need two salaries to live in Seattle, so the baby would have to go to daycare or something. Once my baby comes, I’ll still be able to work for dad because I can bring him into the office.”

          “Oh, you know it’s going to be a boy.”

          “Yes,” Celia responded, rubbing down her belly the way Hannah had seen other expectant mothers do. She wanted to rub her own still flat belly, but kept her hand at her side. “Ted’s going to get his degree in ranch management so he can eventually take over from his folks. We’re going to need a lot of children to work that place.”

          “Well, good morning Hannah,” Mr. Travers said as he came from his office and pulled her into a hard hug. “Again, I’m so sorry about Thomas. I knew him my whole life and there wasn’t a better man in the valley. Now, c’mon back to my office. I’ve some things to tell you that might make your day a bit better. Celia, please hold my calls.”

          Instead of going behind his desk, Mr. Travers led Hannah to a small round table that held a couple bottles of water and some file folders. Once she was seated, he opened one of the folders.

          “Now, just to review what you already know. Thomas put the entire ranch into a trust to insure its forests would never be cut, its water never damned, and nothing changed that Mother Nature didn’t change herself. Is that your understanding?”

          “Yes, plus the fact I can, or future Wakefields, continue to live on the land and work it as a ranch if we wish to do so.”

          “Correct. And, I assume, and please correct me if I’m wrong, you will remain on the ranch and continue to raise cattle for the market.”

          “Yes. There’s lots of other things I’d like to do as well, but I don’t think there’s a budget big enough to hire enough hands to do all the work I can imagine doing.”

          Mr. Travers closed the first folder and opened the second. “And, that’s where you’d be wrong Hannah. Thomas and the Wakefields before him always managed to put aside something for the future. Sometimes that something grew well and sometimes it did not. I know there were things Thomas planned on doing, but when he lost Gracie and then had his heart attack, I believe he just stopped, well, not caring, but not having the energy to undertake the kind of projects that would have needed his attention.

          “Here’s a spreadsheet of your holdings. That figure on the bottom right is the total amount of funds available to you for your use, however you see fit to use them.”

          Hannah took the paper and looked where she’d been directed. She felt as thought her eyes were bulging from their sockets and could feel her heart rate increase. OH. MY. GOD. She thought. That’s so much money. It can’t be right. She raised her eyes, open so wide she thought she’d never get them closed again. “You’re telling me this money is mine? I can spend it however I want?”

          “Yes, Hannah, that’s what I’m telling you. Thomas and I talked about whether we should attach any strings, but Thomas was positive you wouldn’t clean out the account and head on down the road. He knew how much you’d come to love the ranch. He knew you’d do the best you could to make it a real working ranch again. So, yes, that money’s yours.

          “There are some papers for you to sign. I know you’re already on the ranch checking account and have debit and credit cards for same, but you’ll need to go in and have Thomas’ name removed. I would suggest, however, you contact the woman who’s become the financial advisor for the account. She can answer any questions and offer any advice when it comes to how best use and/or increase the account balance.”

          Mr. Travers slid various papers across the table to Hannah. She probably should have read every single word, but she felt kinda out-of-body, as though she were alive in a dream. Then, gramps’ attorney, or rather now her attorney, gave her a packet of papers that included information about the investment account, contact information for the financial advisor and other documents he suggested she go through on her own.

          “That’s it,” Mr. Travers said, “except for this personal letter from your gramps. He wrote it and gave it to me the last time I saw him. Again, I’m sorry about Thomas, but am so happy he made arrangements with me for you to carry on. I know you’ll do Thomas proud. And, please, call me any time if you have any questions.”

          Hannah felt dazed. She hadn’t expected this and was barely able to get up and accompany Mr. Travers out the door. She did manage to say, “Congratulations, again.” To Celia, but that was it. Outside the office, she headed for her truck where she sat and thought about everything that had just happened. Then she remembered the letter. She dug through the packet of material until she found the plain white envelope with her name scrawled on the front in gramps handwriting. She used the knife on her belt to slit it open.

          “Dear Han: If you’re reading this, it means I’ve gone to be with Gracie and your folks. If I know you, I’m sure you’re sitting in your truck gob-smacked by what my friend Dan just showed and gave you. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this, about the plans I wanted to make for you and the ranch. I just couldn’t. I just don’t have the energy, especially since I know you do and will.

          “I’ve also got to say I’m really encouraged by the way you and Luke have hit it off. I was hoping the two of you would get together before I died. I really wanted to walk you down the aisle and hold my first grandchild, but what I want and what happens isn’t always what I get. I believe Luke is a fine man and would make you a wonderful husband and a terrific father to your children.

          “To this letter, I’ve attached a list of what I’d do at the ranch were I a young man. I’m hoping you and Luke will take on these projects and make the Wakefield land produce all it’s capable of once again. That doesn’t mean you have to take on every single thing on the list, just those you want to do and that will have meaning for you and future generations.

          “Han, losing your folks was the worst thing that could have happened to you. It was the absolute best thing for me and Gracie. When you came into our lives, sad and almost broken, all we wanted was to help you grow, watch you grow, and become a young woman who knew her own mind and loves the land as we did. We knew our prayers had been answered by the time you were 15.

          “You, my sweetest granddaughter, have been the answer to so many prayers. Your granny and I are so proud of the young woman you grew into and wish we could have remained longer to share in the life you’ll continue to have.

          “Han, please know that while Granny and I may not be present physically any longer, our love and hope for you will endure. You’re strong and beautiful and a Wakefield through and through.

          “I love you. Gramps.”

          Hannah had had to stop several times as she read the letter to swipe the tears from her face and eyes. It was hard to read when the words became all blurry. She carefully folder the papers and returned them to the envelope. She’d read gramps’ letter again at bedtime, but now, this minute, this day, she had work to do. Wakefields didn’t sit back and languish and make wishes that wouldn’t come to fruition. Wakefields soldiered on and so would she, head up, shoulders back, stride firm and sure. It was time to visit the grocery and feed stores.

WATER RIGHTS, CHAPTER 10, ONE SECRET GOES PUBLIC

         

          The funeral service for gramps was beautiful and moving. Miz. Lionel did the eulogy and shared many touching and funny stories and thoughts culled from the eight decades she had known Thomas. Finally, everyone left the church and followed the funeral car containing Thomas’ body with Hannah and Luke in the next car. It was a slow, solemn procession that eventually reached the ranch. The hearse managed to make it up the little used road to the old cemetery that held generations of Wakefields. 

          Everyone else parked in the area below the house and hiked up the hill. The minister provided the last rites and as Hannah stood beside Luke, she thought that one day their children would lay them to rest together as so many of her family had gone before. That was so comforting she was able to keep her tears to a minimum.

          The church ladies had elected to go directly into the house and by the time the family and friends returned, they had heated up and laid out all the food that had been provided over the last few days by those in attendance. Hannah knew that once the last person had left, she’d be able to relax, remove her funeral clothes and get comfortable. She also knew that’s when she and Luke would have their heart-to-heart. Even so melancholy and missing her gramps, she was looking forward to them talking and making plans.

          Hannah was out on the porch with some of her guests and Luke when she saw dust rising on the road from the highway. Next, she recognized Jamison’s fancy car and did her best to excuse herself from the current discussion. She didn’t want that jerk despoiling this day. She’d go down and tell him, he wasn’t welcome, that he had to leave.

          Unfortunately, Jamison was quicker than Hannah and managed to make it to the top of the steps before she could get far enough away to make what she had to say private. Oh well, she thought, everyone can just listen to me tell this jackass to get off gramps’ ranch. She didn’t notice Luke had followed her and was standing just behind her.

          “Well, howdy young lady. Please allow me to express my condolences on the loss of your grandpa. He was a mighty fine man and will be much missed by the community I’m sure.”

          “Thanks, Jamison. Now, you can turn yourself around the get off my property. I don’t want you here, especially today. I’m sure the sheriff is here somewhere and I can get him to escort you if you won’t just go.”

          “Now, missy, you know why I’m here. I’m here for the same reason I sought you out at the hospital last year. I want to purchase this ranch and I’ll give you top dollar.”

          “This ranch isn’t for sale ever. After his heart attack and your ignoble proposal, Gramps decided to put it into a perpetual trust. It will never be for sale. Wakefields can live on and work the ranch forever if his descents choose to do so. There’s no way you’ll ever be able to damn up the water and keep the farmers and ranchers downstream from having access without having to pay for it. Surely you weren’t stupid enough to think Gramps didn’t know what you had in mind?”

          Jamison looked stunned, then his eyes moved to Luke, standing and trying not to squirm just behind Hannah. He took his wrath out on Luke. “Luke, you fucking no good sonabitch. How come you didn’t get this fucking information months ago. Here, I’ve been paying you since January you cocksuckin’ bastard to find out what the disposition would be?”

          He then directed his attention to Hannah. “Did you know Luke disabled his fucking truck on fucking purpose? Yes, he surely fucking did. I paid him to find a fucking way into your house, gain your fucking trust and get me the fucking information I wanted.”

          He turned his anger back to Luke. “What the fuck happened Luke. Did you get a taste of this young prime pussy and decide you’d just hang the fuck in there until the old man died and you could marry up? Did you fill her head with sweet fucking nothings while you were sticking your cock in her pussy? Did you think she’d just keel the fuck over and be happy to fucking marry you, a fucking loser, so you’d have control of this place. What did you plan to fucking do? Use my idea and damn up the water and get fucking rich?”

          By now, all the guests that had been in the house had moved on to the porch and were avidly listening to Jamison’s rant. They watched Hannah slump a bit before she straightened up and turned toward Luke.

          Luke came toward Hannah and tried to take her hand. She pulled it back. “Please Hannah, there were so many times I wanted to confess, so many times I wanted to tell you the truth about why I came here. But why I came and why I stayed are two different reasons.” He tried again to approach and Hannan backed away. “Hannah, when I first came here, I didn’t know you and Thomas. As time passed, I came to admire and even love your gramps. And, I came to love you so very much. Please, you have to believe me.”

          “Luke, you can join Jamison and get off my property. I don’t want you here. I don’t want to ever see your face again. Git your shit and git gone.” She stood tall and proud, no tears in evidence even though she could feel her heart breaking. The desire to vomit was so strong, she could barely swallow it back.

          The sheriff had been on the porch from the beginning and he came to meet Hannah as she walked around Luke and met him. “Please, Sheriff, could you make sure Jamison leaves and that Luke gathers up his shit and leaves as well?”

          Back on the porch, Hannah apologized to her guests for the scene they’d just witnessed. It hurt, but she managed to laugh a bit and say, “You never know about a person do you. Gramps seemed to really care for Luke and gave him lots of responsibility, but I guess he was able to fool my gramps as well. Now, I think I need some of that iced tea. As Granny would say, I’m feelin’ a mite parched.”

          The wake went on, although some people had the good sense to make the decision to leave early. When Luke came into the house, accompanied by the sheriff to retrieve his belongings from his room, Hannah turned her back and continued talking to the people in front of her. She didn’t turn or comment or give any indication she was even aware Luke was passing by, even though every single cell in her body was electrified with the knowledge.

          Eventually, the last guest drove away and the church ladies finished tidying up the place. “Now, honey, you just take it easy this evening.” Mrs. Bonney, the leader told her. “You’ve got a couple of men in the bunkhouse and as I’m leaving, I’ll tell them to take care of the livestock in the barn for you. Morning’s soon enough for you to take on your gramps’ duties.” She gave Hannah a hard hug and went out the door.

          When she heard the last car start and depart, Hannah moved to her gramps’ TV chair. She collapsed into it, the smell of him strong and comforting. She wished with all her heart he was with her so she could climb up in his lap and have him comfort her the way he had so many times over the years. She’d love to hear him tell her that things would look so much better tomorrow, that she was strong, that she had a purpose, that she couldn’t simply give up.

          Hannah had thought the day couldn’t be any worse than it had begun, but the truth about Luke, the loss of the future she’d projected made the pain of her loss double. She curled up into a ball, breathed deep of her gramps’ odor and cried until she felt there wasn’t a single tear remaining in her body.

          When Hannah woke, it was going on dark. She was still curled into a ball in her gramps’ chair, but she felt cleansed somehow. Yes, it had been an awful, awful day, but like gramps had told her so m any times, she was a Wakefield and as such, she was strong and resilient. She’d be just fine without Luke, even though the idea of him not being with her hurt like an open wound filled with salt.

          Hannah straighted and stretched and then put her hand on her tummy. Yes, Luke was gone. They’d never have a future, but she had something even more precious, she had a child growing inside her body. A new Wakefield. A reason to work and plan and look to the future.

          She patted her belly and said, “And, okay, you’re not going to have a daddy, but that won’t matter. You’ll be a Wakefield too, so you’ll be strong and smart and I will love you so much having a daddy won’t matter in the least. I already love you and am so looking forward to watching you change me, fill my heart and eventually my arms. We’ll be just fine little mite, just fine.”

          Before Hannah could go to bed, she had to change the sheets. She could smell Luke and she didn’t want to sleep with those memories and the plans she’d made. Once there were clean sheets, she sprayed a little of her granny’s lavender-lemon water over them and the pillows.  By the time she ate something, showered and brushed her teeth, only the fresh odor would remain.

          In the kitchen, Hannah found what was left of Miz. Lionel’s venison stew. Her heart stuttered and she wanted to cry when she thought of Luke waiting on her the night before. Instead, she pushed the memories and thoughts away and sat down to inhale the steaming bowl of food. She also found some of the flaky biscuits the church ladies had left. A few seconds in the microwave and it was as though they’d just come out of the oven. She liberally spread butter and huckleberry jam over the top and finished them off as dessert.

          Hannah felt so much better and realized she really hadn’t had much to eat the entire day. That was why she’d been so teary and shaky. She put her dishes in the sink and wandered down to the barn to commune with Onyx and Sampson. The old horse looked so sad, “Oh Sampson, you know he’s gone don’t you? You know he’ll never come in here with an apple and a good brushing for you. I’m sorry Sampson, but you need to hang in here for a while. I know you’re tired too, but for now, when I put you in the pasture tomorrow with Onyx, you just graze and enjoy. I need a grace period before you leave me too.”

          On the way back to the house, she went by the bunkhouse. She knocked and waited for someone to either open the door or yell. The two men Luke had hired and trained were laying on their bunks, reading. They both started to get up when Hannah came in the door.

          “No, no, don’t get up. I’m on my way to bed myself. I just wanted to apologize for not providing much in the way of meals this past week. That will change beginning tomorrow. What I’d like you to do is take care of the animals in the barn and put the horses out in the near pasture. Then, come on up for breakfast. While we eat, we can talk about what I’d like done, what you know has been done and where we’ll go from here.”

          “Miz. Hannah, I just want to say I’m so sorry about your grandpa. He was a real good man. And, I’m sorry bout Luke too…Jamison’s tirade was a complete surprise.”

          Hannah smiled at Joe and responded, “That’s okay Joe. Thank you for your sympathy. And, you too Dave. Not much is going to change around here except for who’s giving the orders and that will be me. I hope I can count on the two of you for support and information so I’m able to make my gramps proud.”

          Both men acknowledged her request, and Hannah turned, let herself out and returned to the house. Ready for bed, she didn’t expect to actually sleep, but drifted off almost immediately, her right hand curled against the base of her belly. 

WATER RIGHTS, CHAPTER 9, FUNERAL PLANS

 

          Hannah had barely made coffee when an old barge of a black caddy rolled into the barnyard. Its paint and chrome glistened in the sunshine. When the door opened, a mite of an old woman clambered out. She had to have a pillow on the seat because otherwise it didn’t look as though she could see out the windshield. She slammed the door and stood there for a few moments, looking around, her hands pressed to her lower back. Then, she walked to the trunk, opened it, reached in and raised up with what would be the first food delivery of the day.

          “Luke, go out and help Miz. Lionel up the stairs, would you please.” Hannanh asked without turning around. Miz. Lionel had been her granny’s very best friend. In fact, the Lionels and her grandparents had been friends since they’d all gone to school together. Now. Miz. Lionel was the only one of the four left and even though she appeared to be getting around just fine, she was verging on ancient.

          Miz. Lionel allowed Luke to take the dish from her and took his arm as they slowly and carefully came up the steps to the house. The old woman stopped frequently maybe to catch her breath or to just look around the place since she hadn’t been to visit much in the last couple of years.

          Hannah held the door open and waited for Miz. Lionel to enter, but had to let go of the door and bend down as thin arms encircled her waist in a fierce hug while the woman said, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry about your gramps. I’ve knowed Thomas since we began school. You know we were all best friends, and now, it’s just me. I’m so sorry dear, so sorry for your loss.”

          Miz. Lionel pulled away and looked up into Hannah’s face. “I know you miss your granny something bad and I know having your gramps go now too is going to be so hard for you. You just tell me if there’s anything I can do. That dish has some of my hearty venison stew in it. One of my grandboys got him a deer last fall and this is the end of it.”

          “Now Miz. Lionel, you come sit down, please.” Hannah asked, taking the woman by the arm and directing her toward a chair at the table. “I so appreciate you driving all the way out here and bringing me something to eat. I remember your venison stew from all the potlucks we used to have and know I’ll enjoy every single bite.”

          “Well, I may be the first, but I won’t be the last coming by with food, funeral meats we used ta call ‘em. I’m just the first because I can’t seem to sleep more’n a few hours at night. If’n I was a rooster, I’d be gettin' everbody up way before the sun.” She laughed and smoothed her apron over her knees.

          “How about some coffee Miz. Lionel? We haven’t had breakfast yet either, so I’d love for you to join us.”

          The old lady was happy to have some coffee and join them for breakfast. “I don’t eat much but find I’m eatin’ often. Beats me why I’m still so skinny. And, unless’n you’ve moved everything around from the way Gracie had it, I can give you a hand.”

          “No mam, you just sit there and drink your coffee. It will help me if I keep busy. When I think of eating breakfast without gramps for the first time since I was 11, my tummy hurts and I just want to fling myself down and cry and cry.” Hannah responded, pulling eggs and bacon out of the fridge.

          By the time Luke had finished taking care of the livestock that was close by and giving instructions to the few hands about the work that needed doing on the ranch, Hannah had breakfast ready. As they all sat down to breakfast, Miz. Lionel took their hands in hers, lowered her head and said a solemn but heartfelt prayer. Hannah felt a little guilty because once granny had passed, she and her gramps had given up giving thanks.

          Over breakfast and second cups of coffee, Miz. Lionel steered the conversation around to the funeral and what Hannah wanted to do. Since she was their best and last friend, she planned to help Hannah every step of the way.

          While Luke took care of cleaning up the kitchen, Miz. Lionel and Hannah went to Thomas’ bedroom and opened his closet. The familiar smell and the sight of his clothing had Hannah’s eyes leaking, but she persevered and pulled out his Sunday go to meeting suit. It was the only one he had. To that she and the old lady added his favorite boots and hat, underwear and a tie.

          Hannah sat on the edge of the bed and said between taking deep breaths, “Seems so silly to get all his fancy stuff out just to have it put under the dirt up on the hill. He hated getting all fancied up as he called it.”

          “Yes, honey, but that’s what people’ll be expectin’ at the funeral. You are planning on an open coffin and a visitation the night before I expect. Your granny looked beautiful at her visitation and I know she’d want Thomas to look his best too.

          “Now, not to change the subject, but have you talked to the funeral parlor about what it is you want?”

Hannah responded saying, “Gramps made his own arrangements when he did Granny’s. He wants just what she had and then to be buried up on the hill with her and my parents. At least I can climb up there and visit them as often as I want.”

By the time Hannah finished talking, she was sobbing so hard Miz. Lionel sat down beside her and pulled her into her arms. “There, there now sweetie-pie. It’s always hard at the beginnin’ of somethin’ like this, but you’ll get through it just like you got through it with your folks and your Granny. Your grandparents were loved and an important part of this community. Thomas will leave us in the same style my Bennie and Gracie left. Yes, it will hurt, but your memories and the love and care from everbody will help. Yes, it will help.”

After being held and patted for a bit, Hannah raised up and wiped her eyes and face with her hands. Miz. Lionel stood up and said, “Now let’s get Thomas’ stuff packed up. When I go back into town in a bit, I can deliver it for ya. That way you can stay here and be here for everbody that’s gonna be comin’ and goin’ today. But, how about you? You got decent clothes for the funeral. You can’t go looking like you do now. For that matter, you should put on something a little bit more dressy since you’ll be hostessin’ all day.”

“I have the clothes you helped me buy when Granny passed. They should still fit. I can wear those for the funeral. I also have a decent dress that doesn’t show too much skin and isn’t too short. I can change into that for today.”

Back in the kitchen, Hannah asked Luke to put her gramps’ things in Miz. Lionel’s trunk and explained why. The old lady followed that with, “Now, you’re gonna be here aren’t ya young man. I never met ya before, but everbody in the valley is gonna be droppin’ by here all day today and maybe even tomorrow. Hannah’s gonna need a steady hand to keep it all together, and since you were eaten breakfast in the house, I’m guessin’ you were more than just a hired hand to Thomas, and maybe to Hannah here too.”

Both Hannah and Luke tried hard not to become embarrassed, but there was a twinkle in the old lady’s eye as she hugged Hannah again and said, “Now, go on and make yourself look nice. You want your gramps to look down and be proud of how you’re handlin’ this.”

Luke walked Miz. Lionel out to her car while Hannah took a quick shower and put on lady underthings and the dress she’d mentioned. She took her long braid and wound it around it head like a crown. A little lip gloss and she was as ready as she was every going to be. I’m so thankful Luke will be here with me she thought and ran her hand over the base of her tummy. Once everyone had left the gathering after the interment, she’d tell him about their baby.

The church women’s group arrived about 30 minutes after Miz. Lionel left. They brought ice tea, iced coffee, soda, water and all kinds of breads and meats and cheeses and a platter of fruit. Their contribution also included paper plates, napkins and cups. Not only that, these women would spend the day at Hannah’s house, making sure the guests were provided with food and drink and the kitchen kept spotless. All Hannah had to do was greet, receive condolences and hugs, and listen to stories about her beloved gramps. She remembered how it had been when Granny passed. It was amazing what these women could put together in a matter of hours.

It wasn’t long before a parade of cars began to drive down the road from the highway. Every single one brought some kind of dish, usually the special dish for which they were known. The church ladies took control of those and carefully put them away so they’d be available for the gathering after the funeral. And there again, the church ladies would bring additional supplies and take care of everything so Hannah didn’t even have to think about it.

Luke felt a bit superflulous, especially since he didn’t know hardly anyone who came to call. Hannah always tried to remember to include him, introducing him as Thomas’ right-hand man and saying how grateful she was to him for easing all the hard ranch work off gramps shoulders. There were a good many older folks and Luke made sure he was able to assist them, without being too obvious, when it came to climbing up and down the steps.

The day passed much more quickly than Hannah had initially expected. So many people in and out, so many stories, so little time for actually grieving, but eventually, the sun began its descent and after half an hour with no new visitors, the church ladies cleaned and packed up and left Hannah and Luke alone in the house.

“Hannah, I don’t think I told you that you look absolutely beautiful in that dress with your hair up like that. Once we get you through this funeral, we’re going to have to talk about us and the future, but just let me say this one thing, I do love you so very much.”

She went to Luke and let him enfold her into his arms. She leaned against his body and took strength from the words he’d just said and knew that once gramps joined granny, she could look forward to being so very happy…just her and Luke and their baby. With her lips against Luke’s neck, Hannah murmured, “I love you too. I think I’ve loved you since the moment you walked out of the barn last January.”

Hannah pulled away and looked up at Luke, “And I meant everything I said today when I was introducing you as gramps’ right-hand. I know my time with him would have been even shorter if your truck hadn’t broken down and you agreed to stay and work for him. I love you even more for those extra months gramps lived. Thank you.”

Luke’s guilt almost made him blurt out his secret about Jamison, but he loved Hannah too much to add to her distress. It would have to wait until after the funeral, but the fact she loved him reassured him. Surely, she wouldn’t hold his actions against him, especially since he hadn’t been able to give Jamison any information anyway.

“Well, the church ladies left everything in great shape.” Luke said. “Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat? I don’t think I saw you take a bit the entire day.”

“If you can find Miz. Lionel’s venison stew, I’d have a bowl of that. I know she’ll be bringing something else for the table the day of the funeral. The stew is just for me, for us.”

“Okay, you go sit down and I’ll wait on you for a change. Then, once you’ve eaten, you can get yourself to bed. I can tell by the circles under your eyes you are very tired.”

“I don’t want to go to bed without you.” Hannah responded, reaching out for his hand.

“Once I clean up our dinner dishes, I’ll be right there and snuggle you as tight as you’ll allow. I don’t want to ever again sleep without you, Hannah.”

This night, they were both exhausted and slipped into sleep without giving any thought to their secrets or the days ahead. Both were content that even while so sorrowful at Thomas’ passing, their future would be wonderful.