The Long Story

Aw TICKY.......... That was so sweet!! :hug:

:inlove::inlove::inlove::inlove::inlove::inlove::i nlove::inlove:

ok.. on with the next plot line...

Tim stepped out on the front porch of the Bitter Creek Ranch and stood in the early morning air. The light from the sunrise made his skin glow. He stretched and yawned and smiled into the rising sun. He was happier then he'd ever been. He'd spent the night with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, a woman he could really love. His old life on the run, always looking around corners and waiting for the next fool to try and challenge him was over. He'd given it up to Sheriff Soda and he was free of it. He'd even left his ax, Old reliable lying on the floor under Willie's bed to gather dust. He wouldnt be needing it any more.
Tim stepped down off the porch and started to stride towards the barn. He stopped, dead in his tracks. Leaning against the barn was a man. Tall, lean, one leg bent with his foot against the barn door. His flat top cowboy hat was pulled down over his eyes and he had on his signature mirrored wayfarer sunglasses. Don. Yet another loose end.
Tim raised his hands passively. "Don, what are you doing here?"
Don smiled. "I've been Waiting in the Weeds All Night Long for you and your little girl friend to finish. We've got unfinished business you and I."
Tim smiled his best and most genuine smile. He didnt want any trouble with Don. He never had.
"Now Don, you and Me, we've got no beef! I dont even fight any more. Im a lover, not a fighter" Tim smiled. Someday someone was going to believe that. So far only Willie knew what he meant and he'd spent all night showing her.
Don grinned at Tim. "So I heard last night!"
Tim blushed. Don had been out side their window all night. That was not good. Don Stood tall and wobbled slightly. He was drunk. He started to walk towards Tim, his deadly drumsticks obvious in their holsters under his black duster.
"Now, Don. Im not armed, man." Tim backed up.
"You've got your girl, you got a life. I've got NOTHIN!" Don stopped. he was unsteady on his feet.
"It's just another lonely Tequila Sunrise for me." Don looked down at the ground and his face softened slightly. Then he looked back up at Tim and his face turned to granite. "She doesnt love me, she loves that fool brother of mine." Don started to reach for his sticks
"Who? Danielle? You dont really love Danielle. You never did! maybe the idea of her, but she's always been Almanzo's girl."
Don stopped in mid reach and smiled. "Thats right, 'cause who's gonna love me?" Don sneered.
"What about Jessica?" Tim asked.
Don froze. his face went blank and his jaw dropped. "Jess..." Don fell to his knees as if he's been punched in the stomach. Tim rushed to him and helped him to the porch. He also took Don's sticks and set them on the railing.
Don sat heavily in the rocking chair. "Jessica doesnt want me. Why would she want anything to do with a freak like me" Don sagged in the chair.
Tim knelt beside Don. It had been too long the old friends had been at odds and it was time to mend old fences.
"Jessica loves you, Don."
Don glared at Tim. "Thats a bold faced lie. Jess walked out on me the minute she found out."
"Found out what?"
Don laughed and looked out at the rising sun. "Do you remember or little experiment with lasers during the last tour? well I caught one right in face. It left me a freak!" Don whipped off his glasses. His eyes were perfectly round. His pupils were dialated and ringed by a golden yellow iris.
"Oh my God! You have Lion Eyes!" Tim was dumbfounded.
Don laughed bitterly. "They all think it's Lyin Eyes. I've never told a lie in my life." He looked at Tim. The effect was unnerving.
Tim couldnt look away. "Still Don, Jess's been looking for you all over town. She's scared to death you've left her."
Don Stood up suddenly and unsteadily. "SHE left ME!" Tim caught his friend before his fell and helped him back to the chair.
"You need some sleep, Don. You get some rest and we'll talk when you feel better."
Don stood again and started to walk towards the ranch house. Maybe you're right. I'll just get some re..." Don tripped and fell against Tim, his arms falling across Tims shoulders and his hand grabbing at Tim's neck for support.
Just at this moment, Willie followed Stewart out of the barn. She saw Don attacking Tim, trying to strangle him, his hands around the throat of the man she loved. She screamed. Stewart saw what was happening and whipped out his own sharp, bright red Les Paul Standard and dropped Don in one chord into Tims arms. Willie came running to Tim.
"Are you alright?" She held onto Tim looking for wounds.
Tim Stared in horror at Stewart. "Why..?" He held his sagging friend by the shoulders.
Stewart looked at the wounded man and smiled. "I stopped him from killin you!"
"He wasnt hurting me. He tripped"
Willie covered her mouth and all the color drained from her face. "Oh my God! Tim! is he alright?"
"No, he's hurt bad. Lets get him inside. Stewart, run and find the Doc." Tim Lifted Don to his shoulder and carried him inside. There was a leather covered sofa in the living room in front of a large rock fireplace. Tim laid his friend gently on the sofa and covered him with a blanket.
Don's eyes cracked open. "wha.."
Tim said "Dont talk, you've been riffed. Stewart thought you were attacking me. He's gone for the Doctor. Just lay still."
Don looked at Tim, creased his brow and said "Jessica...."
Tim looked away from his friend as tears filled his eyes. "I'll find her, man. Just lay still. Willie will help you."
Tim looked at Willie and begged her help with his eyes. She nodded and stayed by Don's side as Tim went to find Jessica.

Nice Nice Nice Rhonda! :)

I'm going back to the Sad Cafe!
What's been really happened to Lisa.. why she has to disappeared ..?

Timothy and Willie stood in the front of the door inside when we passed them. "What's the prob?" Rhonda asked Willie as she looked at the door. "I don't know, I've got the feeling that Somebody is following us here." Willie answers Rhonda."Nobody is following us, come on girl!" Glenn said and he walked to the bar. "Maybe are her working clothes still here" Glenn prayed to himself and he started to search, nothing. "It's too quiet here" I said and walked to the door in the back of the room. "Why so?" Rhonda asked and she saw me walking away. "I don't know, it's just too quiet" I said. "Ok, why should Lisa go away and don't tell me anything?" Glenn asked and he sat down on a chair. "I don't know.." Don said and he tried to comfort Glenn a little. "Hey! I found something" I shouted from an other room, what used to be warehouse. The other walked to me and looked to find out what I founded. "Ok, what did you found?" Joe asked and he looked up to Glenn who had tears in his eyes. "This is Lisa's purse, she'll never leave without her purse." I said and I looked at them. "So, it's no walking away, but kipnapping?" Don asked me and looked at me with fear in his eyes. "No, it's never kipnapping!" Glenn shouted. "I don't think either it's kipnapping..I think she has to run quickly and forget her purse.." Rhonda said. "Yeh, well I don't think both of those suggestions" I said and we all tried to think about it. "Where are Willie and Timothy?" Don asked after a couple of minutes. "Oh, outside" Rhonda replied. "Ooh..." Don said again. "Hey, focus!" Glenn shouted down to Rhonda and Don. "Hmpf!" Rhonda said and she walked away. "I Can't Tell You Why Lisa leaved us, maybe she's coming back" Joe tried to make a statement. "Maybe.. I hate maybe!" Glenn said and he stood up and walked outside. "He's just missing her" Don said and he walked to me. "We all are missing her, but do we react like that?" I asked Don and looked at him and Joe. "No, but..she and he..are really close" Don said. "Did you react like that, when Danielle walked away with Almanzo?" Joe asked Don. Don turned around and looked at Joe with the devil in his eyes. "Joe, never say that again!" I said to Joe and walked to Don and tried to calm him down. "Joe, will you never..never..never..never say that again, or I will do you something!" Don shouted and he walked away..pissed off. "He is Building The Perfect Beast inside of him" Joe said a little afraid and he walked also away. "Lisa..why did you left us behind?" I asked the Sad Cafe and walked outside.

"Hey, can we just go?" Timothy asked when we stood 5 minutes outside. "Why?" Don asked Timothy. "Well, I think you don't want to see him.." Timothy said and pointed to somebody who was walking by. "Almanzo?" I asked and looked at him. "Hi there babe" Almanzo said and walked to me, anyway he tried. "Hey, little bro!" Don said and Almanzo turned around. "Don, nice to see you!" Almanzo said and he walked to Don. "Don't try to steal her again" Don whispered when they shaked their hands. "She choose for me after that party at the Hotel California, so Get Over It Don!" Almanzo said and he walked to me. "So, how's My Girl doing?" he asked and I felt his arms around me. "Uh..fine" I said and looked at the ground. "Fine?" Almanzo asked and he looked at me. "Yeh, just fine" I said and I smiled at little. "Ok, well if you say" he said and gave me a kiss. Timothy, Willie, Joe, Rhonda and Glenn walked away to the cars, Don sayed, right in the front of me and Almanzo. "You have to make you choice" Almanzo said. "Me or Don". I looked at Don and at Almanzo, and I didn't had any choice.. "Danielle, please.." Don begged me. "Just choose baby!" Almanzo said. I was thinking by myself, that this could be heaven or this could be hell, but I had to choice to right one. "Don?" I asked him. "Yes?" he asked me. "I'm sorry, but we have to go." I said and walked to Don and grape his arm and toke him with me. "Bye" I said when we walked by Almanzo. He stood there with no words, and actually I couldn't choose between him and Don, but I prayed that I choose the good one. "Can't be closer" Glenn said when we walked to them. "Good decission" Rhonda said. We all staped in the car and we drove away, away from the Sad Cafe.

:laugh: Lion eyes...clever! But who's Dana:?:

Dana is now Jessica! *G* and I'll let her reveal herself *G* *IF* she wants..

(and I loved the Lion eyes idea.. giggled myself silly in the shower)

Ok,.. back to poor Don and his serious problem. Looks like Viagra isnt going to cut it this time!

(I apologize in advance. Im in a really silly mood tonight. Im watching Young Frankenstein)

Dr. EV came rushing in with Stewart close on her heels. She fell to her knees besides the wounded man.
"This Horse has been Riffed!" she said. She looked again. "This is not a horse! this is a man! What am I doing here?" She looked at Stewart.
"She's the best we got! The only people Doc is in Fleetwood. Thats a good 50 miles away!"
Willie knelt beside Dr. EV and took her hand. "He's hurt Doc. He's been riffed by accident, and he needs your help. Is there anything you can do?"
Dr. EV looked at the man before her.
"Don. Well we all knew it would come to this." Dr. EV looked at the man. His face was in pain and he seemed to be asking for help. "well I can examine him and maybe clean the wounds, but he really needs a doctor."
Dr. EV began by removing his glasses. "Well! I have heard of this before, but I've never seen it! This man as an advanced case of RAT! Reverse Anthropomorphic Transmogriphication. He has Lion Eyes!" Dr. EV Looked down at Don. "Have you been exposed to radiation lately?"
"Doc!" Willie tried to gain the doctors wrapped attention. "Please, Don needs your help!"
Dr. EV looked at Willie and shook her head. "Of course, Im sorry. I've just never seen such a blatant case of RAT Syndrom before. Help me remove all his clothes and we'll tend to his injuries."
Willie and Dr. EV stripped Don of all his clothes. They stood over him and looked down.
"Now, where was he wounded?" Dr. EV asked.
"He was wounded?" Willie replied. "OH right! his wounds! Sorry" Willie smiled apologetically. "I guess I got distracted."
Dr. EV examined Don completely, from head to toe.
"Actually, Willie, I cant find a wound on him." Willie looked as well.
She sighed deeply. "Nope, not a single wound, not a scratch or a.... ahem scar.. " Willie smiled.
Tim came rushing in and stopped short at the sight of the woman he loved looking over the naked, prone, unconscious Don.
"Tim! Darling!" Willie rushed to his side. "Don seems to be unhurt! we havent been able to find a wound!"
"So what made him collapse and made you all run for the doctor?" Dr. EV inquired.
Behind Tim, Jessica stood. She was paralyzed at what she saw. Her beloved lay naked on the sofa, so pale, so still. She rushed to his side and knelt beside him.
"Don, sweetheart, are you alright?" Her hands brushed his hair back from his eyes. He looked at her, his freakish deformity glaring her in the face. She winced then saw past the wide golden animalian eyes and saw the man she loved begging for her to love him. She threw her arms around him and held him close. His wobbly arms grasped her desperately.
"Oh Jess, sweet Jess, please dont leave me." he wept into her shoulder.
Jessica Held him close.
"Uhmmm, I'd be careful if I were you, Jess" Tim grimaced as Jessica rocked Don in her arms.
"This is the man I love, Tim. He would never hu..."
Don pulled back from Jessica, leaned over the back of the sofa and threw up.
"I just meant he's had a lot to drink.." Tim grimaced.
"So I see." Jess said as she watched the love of her life bent over the sofa tossing up his socks.
"So, why is he naked" Jess seemed to have just noticed this.
"OH wow Stewart, shouldnt we get back to work?" Willie was suddenly ready to move on, now that Don was safe, Tim was safe and Jessica was asking embarassing and unpleasant questions. She grabbed Stewart's arm and began to drag him out the door.
"you mean, I missed?" Stewart had been standing in the corner with his mouth open since the women had discovered Don was uninjured.
"Yes, and I'd better get back to the office. Im sure there must be a bovine emergency that I need to tend to." Dr. EV made a hasty retreat as well.
Jessica looked curiously after both the women and used a blanket at the end of the sofa to cover poor, pale, greenish hued Don.
"Well, I guess I'd better go do, uhh,, whatever it was I was doing, umm before all this stuff.. happened.." Tim stammered as he back out towards to door. Jessica found a wet cloth and began mopping up after Don. She didnt seem to hear or care about what Tim was saying so he headed quickly towards the door....
It was just then Joe and Rhonda came running up.
"Has anyone seen Lisa?" Joe asked, winded and worried.


more to come! (isnt this fun?*G*)

Luv it!

Ok, on with the story.. there have been some last minute replacements per request *G* The newest victo.. uhh player is a willing one! SO on with the show.



Tim smiled at Joe and Rhonda. Obviously they had been to the cafe and seen it closed up tight. Lisa was no where to be seen and they were worried about her.
"Oh now, there's nothing to be concerned with here. Lisa and Frank ran off to Vegas to get hitched!" Tim was thrilled for his old friends.
Joe and Rhonda looked at each other. Joe sat in the chair on the front porch and sagged.
"Oh boy.. this is NOT good"
Tim's smile faded. Rhonda moved next to Joe and rubbed his shoulder. He took her hand and held it.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with Frank? Is Lisa ok?" Tim's concern was palatable.
Joe looked up at Tim. "There's a guy at The Last Resort that could be your twin! Except he's a throw back from GoodFella's"
"Goodfella's?" Tim looked quizically at Joe.
"Yeah, that movie with Joe Pesci and Ray Liotta? The Mafia guys?"
"I Loved that movie!! remember the scene where De Niro goes to the..."
Joe interrupted Tim's recounting of the film. "Tim! He's here to take the Sad Cafe! He has the Deed!"
Tim's face fell. "but he cant, it's Lisa's."
"But he is!" Rhonda tried to make Tim understand.
Tim looked blankly at her. "We need to find Lisa."
Rhonda and Joe looked at each other. Joe shook his head slowly and Rhonda rolled her eyes.
Tim, finally getting it, walked quickly back in the house stopped looked at Jessica and Don, grimaced at the smell in the house then turned towards the door. "You'd better wait out there. I'll get the note." Tim hurried into the kitchen where he'd seen the note that morning. He picked it up off the table and hurried back out onto the porch. He took a few deep breaths and started to feel slightly less queezy. He handed the note to Rhonda. "I found this on the kitchen table this morning."
Rhonda read the note and passed it to Joe. "Not much to go on. You sure they were going to Vegas?"
"Thats what the note says." It was Tim's turn to give Rhonda the "DUH" look.
"Right." Rhonda said and half smiled sheepishly.
"Right!" said Joe. "Looks like we're going on a road trip, babe. You game?"
Rhonda shrugged. "I didnt have any plans. Never been to Vegas. Let's go!"
Joe smiled at her. This was his kind of woman. Willing to jump in the cab of an 18 wheeler and take off for Las Vegas at a moments notice. He could really fall for a girl like that.
Rhonda was wondering if Joe'd stop and let her pee or if she'd have to hold it the whole way. Why was it guys hated stopping? She'd take an empty coke bottle just in case. This was going to be an interesting trip.

Fiddler was wondering what had happened to the two hands he'd sent out earlier. That little girlie was just bound to get herself hurt or killed tryin to do a mans days work and that Stewart, well he wouldnt put it past him to have that little filly out behind the barn tryin to score. Stewart was just trouble from the get go. Fiddler hadnt wanted to hire him, but Frank had insisted. Stewart was damn good at what he did. A little too good for Fiddler's comfort. Fiddler had always been the top gun at the Ranch and having Stewart that close made him uncomfortable. Still not having him close made him even less comfortable. There weren't many people Fiddler felt comfortable with, except maybe that pretty milk maid who came every morning to milk the cows. He guessed technically she wasnt called a milk maid, although thats what she did, he supposed that today she'd be called a bovine lactal extraction technician or some fancy title that made the person feel better but it all boiled down to the same thing. She was a milk maid, but a real pretty one. He'd never talked to her, but he'd often been in the barn while she milked the cows working on the tack and once he'd helped her bring the cattle in for milking and she'd smiled at him. It'd made his day, hell, it'd made his week!
He'd discussed getting one of those milking machines with Frank. Frank was a pretty down to earth guy and practical, but he was no expert when it came to anything mechanical. He was much better with people then machines. When he told Fiddler he was hiring milk maids, Fiddler had imagined 4 or 5 of them all these Pretty Maids All In A Row milking away. He was sure he'd never get the ranch hands away from the barn. Frank had only hired one, but she sure was pretty and Fiddler was the only one having a hard time getting away from the barn. Thats one of the reasons he was so hot over having to try and track those two no good half brained laze-a-bouts down and make sure that girly knew her place once and for all! Maybe Frank could hire her on as a milk maid too.
Fiddler had been stalking across the front yard of the ranch and noticed his awol two all but running from the house.
"Where the Hell have you two been?" Fiddler was furious.
Willie blushed. "Sorry sir, there was a.. umm.. an accident and we thought a man had been seriously wounded and..."
"Look here little lady, if you're gonna make it here on a man's ranch doin a man's work you'd better get ready to see a little blood shed and hurt!"
Willie was steaming at this scolding. "If your Git-crazed looney helper here hadnt just whipped out his ax and started riffing in every direction, there wouldnt have BEEN any accidents!" Willie was all but screaming at the crew boss.
Fiddler seethed at the outburst from this female and glared at her from slitted eyes. Willie didnt flinch. In Fiddlers eyes this earned her a small pittance of respect. There werent many men who could hold up under his stare, and the fact that this little lady was standing tall and giving just as good as she was getting meant a lot. Fiddler shifted his glare to Stewart. Stewart flinched. This is why he'll always play second base to Fiddler.
"Who's ya kill, boy?" Fiddler stared down Stewart till Stewart was staring at his feet. His voice was quiet and mumbled
"didnt kill nobody."
"Who got hurt?"
Willie piped up and said "Well, see no one really even got hurt! It was all a mistake." Stewart looked at Willie wide eyed and hissed "Shhhhhhhh.."
Willie looks questioningly and annoyed at Stewart and continued "Stewart riffed at Don, but he missed."
Stewart threw his arms up in the air and spun around in stunned horror.
Fiddler laughed. He gawfawed loudly slapping his knees and doubled over clutching his belly.
Stewart stood with his head down, covering his eyes with one hand while holding his hat on with the other.
When Fiddler's laughter slowed and finally died off, he stood up and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his huge hand.
"y..y.,.you missed?" Fiddler started to giggle and laugh again.
Stewart finally put his hands down and looked incredulously at the laughing man. "Alright, Yeah, I missed but you should be thanking me! If I hadnt you're good buddy Don would be a dead man!"
"W..well then Thank God yer such a lousey shot!" again Fiddler laughed like he'd burst wide open.
Stewart glared at Fiddler. "You just wait old man. You're time is comin'" Stewart said nearly inaudibly.
Fiddler stood straight. Still smiling but a coldness had taken over his eyes. "Just try it kid, if you wanna get riffed between the eyes."
Stewart's eyes widened slightly then narrowed again and he backed away just an inch.
Just then very attractive young woman came out of the back door of the ranch house. Fiddler's attention was immediately drawn to her. A smile took over his face, his eyes widened and sun made their blue green hue glow. His surprisingly white teeth glistened. He removed his black weather-worn stetson. His soft blond hair drifted slightly in the breeze wafting across his forehead.
"Hey there, Miss Cathy."
The young woman stopped and looked in his direction.
"Well Hey there Fiddler! How are you this morning?" She smiled back at him. Her dimples made her whole face smile and her eyes really did twinkle.
Fiddler was not immune to the effect. He blushed.
"Well, Im just fine. How are you?"
"Oh it's such a beautiful morning Fiddler! I am afraid I took too long getting ready this morning. The poor cows are probably hurtin! I could use some help this morning if you have some time!"
Fiddler had a full schedule with Frank gone and short one hand not including the little girl who thought it'd be fun to play ranch hand, but none of that was important to him as long as Miss Cathy needed him.
Fiddler's smile widened. "I'd be more then happy to help you out today." and off Fiddler ran like a puppy chasing a kitten.

Ok, lets move on..

Brooke used the pay phone in the lobby to call her husband. She had a bit of a hard time explaining what had happened but he just laughed and asked where to pick her up.
"Well, Im at a kind old sleazy little motel on the intersection of Dark Desert Highway and Seven Bridges Road and honey? Could you please hurry? this place is giving me the creeps! There are the strangest people here and the weird thing is they all look so familiar!"
Her husband just chuckled and told her he'd be there in 5 minutes. Brooke felt much better and hung up the phone.
An extremely well dressed but oddly familiar man came out of one of the rooms and nodded a hello to her. His smile made her shiver. He was so handsome and yet a little frightening. He watched her. His eyes never left her till he walked out the front door. She wasnt sure if she wanted to follow him or go take another shower. She sat in a large, red wing back chair that sat in the lobby. She couldnt quite place the decor of this place. It was so strange! Almost like an old time bordello, but well worn and out of place in this modern looking motel. She toyed with the idea of a glass of pink champaign but then decided one, it was too early and two it was probably flat! She looked up at the mirrors above her and wondered WHY would anyone put mirrors on the ceiling in a motel lobby? This place was just too weird! She decided to wait outside for her husband. First she peeked out the door carefully to make sure the strange man had left. He was nowhere in sight so she cautiously stepped out the front door. There was a bench by the door and no cars in the parking lot so she sat on the bench and stretched out her sore legs. She set the small bag full of her sweaty running clothes on the bench beside her and waited for her husband to arrive. She watched as an attractive young woman pushing a very well loaded cart down the walkway next to the rooms infront of the far El of the Last Resort. The room she had used, Rhonda's room, had been an indoor room in the main building. The el rooms were all exposed to the Dark Desert Highway and Brooke was sure the noise would have been awful. She was glad Rhonda had been lucky enough to have a quieter, more private room. Rhonda had been very kind letting her use her room to freshen up and rest as well as finding her the clean clothes.
Brooke watched the young woman push the cart in front of the first room and unlock the door. She was amazed as she watched the young woman enter the room, pull the cart in after her and then WHOOSH! clouds of dust billowed out the windows and door. and the young woman appeared again coughing and sputtering through the dust. Brooke thought at first that there had been some kind of accident or explosion in the room till she saw the young woman was unharmed and moved on to the next room. Again, she unlocked the door, pulled in the cart and WHOOSH! dust clouds and coughing. Brook tiptoed up to the window of the next room and watched as the young woman moved with the speed of light and cleaned the entire room in seconds! A large cloud of dust whooshed out the window taking Brooke by surprise! She was covered in dust. The young woman came out the door and started in surprise at seeing Brooke standing there looking like she'd been on a long trail ride.
"OH Im so sorry!! I had no idea anyone was here!" Shirley handed Brooke a clean cloth and a moist towelette. "The dust builds up here so fast! and it can really fly when I get going." Shirley smiled apologetically at Brooke and held out her hand. "I'm Shirley. Are you a guest here?"
Brooke took the cloth and the towelette and began removing the dust and grime that had been kicked up by Shirley's cleaning.
"No, I just borrowed a shower and some clothes. My name's Brooke. Nice to meet you." Brooke shook Shirley's hand and smiled through the dust.
"OH! you're the one who got lost! Right! Rhonda told me all about it. Im the one who had the spare clothes." Shirley smiled at Brooke.
"Oh, well thank you so much! I really appreciate the loan. I promise I'll return them after I wash them." Brooke was happy to meet this pleasant and surprising young woman.
"Oh, no hurry." Shirley grinned. "I have several pairs. You'd be surprised how often people loose their clothes here. It's kind of weird!" Shirley had never been sure about the strange things that happened at The Last Resort.
Brooke smiled back at the young woman when a honk sounded from behind her making her jump. Her husband was in the car grinning at her. She glared at him. He loved to play jokes on her like that.
She said good bye to Shirley and walked to the car.
"Sorry honey. Did I startle you?" Her husband grinned at her mischieviously. She glared at him and smiled.
"Just a little. Lets get out of here. This place gives me the creeps."
Her husband looked at her concerned. "Did something bad happen?"
"Oh no, everyone was very kind and helpful! I just get this feeling. There's something not quite right about this place. It's just... weird.." Brooke smiled thinking about Joe and Rhonda and Shirley and the strange but very attractive man in the motel.
"Everyone here is very attractive too.. and strangely familiar. I just cant quite place them though." Brooke mulled this over in her head and finally said "Lets just get out of here." and they drove home.

Shirley watched as the pretty lady and her handsome husband looked quizically at her and then drove off. "you meet all kinds..." she thought out loud and went back to her cleaning. No one had stayed in this section of the motel for months and Shirley liked to keep it tidy by doing a complete cleaning at least once a week. You never knew when someone might need one of these rooms and Dark Desert Highway seemed to raise and bring in more dust then a tornado! WHOOSH! Shirley finished another room. This was taking her forever! She needed to concentrate and she'd finish faster. The new man had her mind occupied. Yeah he'd been obnoxious, yeah he was a slick willie but there had been something about him that made her gut melt like veleeta in a microwave. She couldnt stop thinking about him and was tempted to go clean his room even thought he'd JUST checked in and she'd cleaned it first thing this morning! She hadnt seen him bring any luggage in, but a man that well dressed surely wouldnt wear the same suit every day. WHOOSH! another room finshed. It was all this thinking about a man that was slowing her down. Wasnt that always the way? Men tended to slow things down and make more work for women. WHOOSH, another room done. Still, there was something about that one. Those deep brown eyes, a girl could loose herself in those eyes. She thought that if she took that pony tail out his hair would look like spun silk. She wondered how it would feel against her skin. WHOOSH. Ok,, that was it. That room took her almost twice the time the others had. She HAD to stop thinking about that man! Shirley got a determined look on her face, narrowed her eyes and pushed her cart forward with newed determination. WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH! three rooms finished in seconds. THERE! that was much better! Men were just a waist of time and energy! and she could spend some serious fantasy time after she was done. She'd finish up here and change then walk down to the river side where she had her secret hammock under the willow and lay there and imagine his eyes, his hair, his arms and how they'd all feel there next to her. OH CHEESE N PICKLES! there she goes again.. CONCENTRATE Shirley!!! WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH! three more rooms. She was nearly done. Glenn appeared around the end of the El.
"Shirl! there you are! I need you to watch the desk for me today. I uhh.. need to be out of town.. I mean I need to GO out of town for a few days." Glenn glanced nervously around. "You havent seen that new guy around have you?"
"WAIT! a few days? Boss, I had plans for this afternoon, let alone a few days! I just cant do it!" She was furious at his assumption that she'd just cow to his wants and desires, but then, most women did!

Glenn flashed those big blue eyes at her. Opened wide and his lips slightly parted his dark brown hair falling across his forehead and over his eyes, he WAS indeed irresistible to women. Shirley was mesmerized. Glenn took her hand and stared deeply into her eyes. "Please Shirl. I need you!"
She drooled slightly. She shook her head. Angry with herself for falling for his tricks again she said "OH Fine! but you'd BETTER find someone else for the rest of the time! 'cause there's no way I'm working the desk after today!"
Glenn hugged her and smiled that thousand watt smile at her. She melted a little again. UGH! Men!
Glenn dashed off back around the corner of the el like he was afraid someone had seen him. He peeked back at Shirley and mouthed "Thanks!", blew her a kiss and was gone. Well, damn...

:)
Rhonda, you're tooooo good! :)




I'm wondering what happened with Danielle and Almanzo :lol:

was just thinking bout that Danielle... they are long over due *G*

Haha, I was just wondering :lol:

Almanzo and Danielle pushed through the front doors of The Sad Cafe looking at each other and laughing. Thats most likely why they didnt, at first, notice the emptiness and abandoned feeling in the old dive. Almanzo looked up from the face of his beloved Danielle and glanced around. His brow furrowed and a slight look of confusion came over his face.
"Where is everyone?"
Danielle stopped laughing and tore her eyes away from Don's face. She looked around the cafe and noticed the empty booths, dusty tables and lack of brewing coffee pots behind the counters.
"OH Pooh! I was so much wanting a good hot cup of coffee. Where is that waitress?"
Almanzo smiled at the lovely young woman holding his arm. "I do believe, sweetheart, we are the only ones here!.. Hello?" He called out.
There was no answer. Almanzo glanced around the cafe thoroughly and saw no one. He peeked out the door to see if anyone was coming.
"Well, I dont see the harm in just brewing a pot of coffee. I'm sure someone will be back shortly."
Almanzo hopped behind the counter and started searching for the coffee brewing equipment. Danielle laughed
"Oh Almanzo, Men are as useless in the kitchen as a bicycle to a fish! Oh let me.." Danielle scooted behind the counter and immediately found all the supplies she needed.
"You see? It takes a woman to know a woman's ways!"
Almanzo looked skeptically at Danielle.
"You think a man cant make his way around a woman kitchen?" Almanzo smiled broadly showing all his white teeth. His face was transformed when he did this from a stoic grumpy looking old man, to handsome, charming and suave. Danielle caressed his face and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Darling, you are so handsome. You should smile more!"
Almanzo took her hand, turned it palm up and kissed it softly.
"You give me reason to smile" he grinned. "Now, you just sit down here at the counter and I will explore the kitchen! If we're lucky..." He rifled through the refrigerator, "We Are!, .. We will have the best omelettes you have ever tasted!"
Almanzo made himself at home in the small but efficient kitchen. He soon had eggs cracked and onions chopped, milk poured and a pan heating.
Danielle was impressed by his skill and abilities in the kitchen. Of course she was already well acquainted with his skills in other areas. The thought of this made her smile.
The smell of the fresh brewed coffee filled the air and soon the smell of onions and peppers frying in butter joined the coffee to make a mix that made Danielle's stomach growl.
The front door bell tinkled and in stepped Sheriff Soda.
Almanzo started but then noticed the Sheriff's deadly git was harnessed and safe away from any harm it might bring. He smiled
"Well Hello Sheriff! Im sorry if we're trespassing. No one was in here at the cafe and Danielle and I were starving! Have you people ever heard of McDonalds out here?"
The Sheriff sniffed the wonderful smells floating by and said
"Henley. I'll forget all about that trespassing thing if I can talk ya'll out of a cup of that coffee."
Danielle hopped up and got a cup of coffee for the sheriff. She set it down on a coaster in front of where the sheriff had sat at the counter.
"Whatever it is you are cookin up back there sure smells spectacular!"
Almanzo smiled again and shook his head. He was in trouble. He just became the new fry cook for Lisa's cafe.
"I'll double the order Sheriff."
"Oh no, dont go to any trouble! After all, it's not like this is your cafe." Sheriff Soda grinned at him. She knew she had him on the hook and was going to milk it for all it was worth.
Almanzo smiled, looked down and shook his head. He was hooked like a fish on the line.
"No problem at all Sheriff" More eggs, more cheese, more onions and peppers.
The door opened again and in stepped Joe and Rhonda. They were sniffing the air like a couple of bloodhounds.
"What is that amazing smell! Is Lisa Back?" Rhonda asked anxiously.
Sheriff Soda smiled and shook her head.
"Nope, that would be Mr. Henley back there."
Almanzo looked up through the service hole and waved hello to the couple at the door.
"Hey there! Names Almanzo, Im Don's brother, and this is my beautiful parnter in crime, Danielle."
Danielle greeted the two with a friendly hand shake and asked them to sit. She poured them each a steaming fresh cup of hot coffee.
Joe and Rhonda looked at each other and shrugged.
"Gift Horse.." Joe said to Rhonda.
"Riiight.." Rhonda said back.
They sat and sipped the coffee.
"Do you two want some of this Omelette action we've got going back here?" Almanzo asked.
"Absolutely!" Joe said without question. Rhonda agreed whole-heartedly. they were both starving.
"Umm.. Almanzo?" Joe began. "Did you say you were Don's brother?" Almanzo, laughed to himself and looked up at the blond man at the counter. He came out from the kitchen where Joe and Rhonda could get a good look at him.
"That I am" Almanzo smiled at the two's reaction. Joe whistled low and slow like a tea kettle cooling down. Rhonda's jaw dropped.
"Just how many dopplegangers are running around this place anyway?" she asked to no one in particular.
Almanzo grinned. He was used to this reaction. Even for identical twins, he and his brother were uncannily alike, except for now, except for the eyes.
Joe cleared his throat.
"Uh, we just left your brother. He's over at the Bitter Creek Ranch. nearly got himself riffed to death! Turns out he's not hurt, just drunk as a skunk."
Almanzo's smile faded and he dropped his spatula.
"Is he alright?"
"Oh yeah! he's fine. Better then before in fact! Jessica was so worried about him, she came running. She's looking after him now!"
"Riffed?" Sheriff Soda looked at Joe. She was disgusted. "Was it Tim?"
Joe smiled. He was aware of Tim's past with the Sheriff.
"Oh no Sheriff. It was that hot shot ax slinger they got over there. Not Fiddler, Stewart I think his name is."
Sheriff Soda set her coffee cup down heavily and sighed.
"Ill go have a talk with him this afternoon."
Almanzo started to clean himself up and walk out when Sheriff Soda stopped him
"Whoa there, Doolin Dalton where do you think you're goin?"
Almanzo had lost all sense of humor and looked more serious and pensive then Danielle had ever seen him.
"My brother needs me. He needs his family around him right now." He started towards the door.
Danielle grasped his arm.
"But darling, He's fine! He's drunk! you know how your brother gets when he's been drinking! Besides, Jessica is with him. He will be alright!"
Joe piped in
"besides, it's not pleasant there right now. Don Chugged All Night and was suffering a Tequila Sunrise this morning. Danielle had her hands full cleaning him up! I think I'd give Bitter Creek Ranch plenty of space for a while."
Almanzo looked down. He scowled at his nikes. They sure were comfortable! He smiled. He looked up into the face of Danielle. She smiled back at him.
"You're right." Almanzo smiled. It was safer for Danielle, if Don was drunk, that he and she stay here.
"Besides," said Sheriff Soda, "Im starvin. I'd hate to run you in for makin a huge mess in Lisa's kitchen without her permission." Sheriff Soda grinned.
Almanzo laughed to himself and shook his head.
"You win, sheriff!" He headed back behind the counter to the kitchen, picking up his dropped spatual and tossing it into the sink.
The bell on the door rang again and Tim sauntered in. His eyes grew wide at the sight of Sheriff Soda. Tim smiled tentatively at the Sheriff.
"Oh come on in Schmit, Im not gonna riff ANYbody till I get my omelett!" The Sheriff grinned at Tim, who shot her a wan smile back.
"umm.. Omelette? is Lisa back?" Tim glanced behind the counter at Almanzo. "Oh hey Almanzo! What are you doing back there?"
"A strange twist of fate, my man!" Almanzo grinned. "Omelette?"
"Uh sure! that'd be great!" Tim smiled back at the friendly man behind the grill.
Danielle jumped up and poured Tim a cup of coffee and set about making another pot.
"Uhh.. So Rhonda and I are headed for Las Vegas to find Lisa and Frank. There's a real scary guy who's got his hands on the Deed to this place staying at The Last Resort. We're going to find Lisa and find out if she knows whats going on." Joe was looking at Sheriff Soda.
Sheriff Soda stopped drinking her coffee and looked at Joe. "exactly what does this scary guy look like?"
Joe discribed him to the Sheriff glancing occasionally at Tim.
"this is bad." The Sheriff said looking deep into her coffee. Danielle hopped up and offered the Sheriff another cup of coffee "It's fresh! it will not be bad!"
The Sheriff looked at her as if she had corn growing out of her ears.
"What? Oh no.. I meant the stranger in town.. not the coffee, this is fine." Sheriff covered her cup with her hand.
The Sheriff tore her gaze away from Danielle and looked at Joe. "You said this guy was at The Last Resort? Maybe I'll go have a chat with him."
"Well, I still think we'll head for Vegas and see if we cant hunt down Frank and Lisa. They need to know whats going on here." Joe nodded at Rhonda.
"Can we eat first?" Rhonda had been starving since they had woke up this morning and the smell of Almanzo's omelettes were eating her up from the inside out. Joe smiled at her then sniffed the air. His eyes closed and his stomache growled.
"Oh yeah, after we eat!" Joe licked his lips.
Almanzo came out of the kitchen carrying two plates and set one in front of Sheriff Soda and one in front of Joe. Rhonda looked hungrily at Joe's plate as Joe dug in. He looked up and saw Rhonda looking at his dish the same way she was looking at him the night before. He scooped up a particularly juicy piece of omelette dripping with cheese and fed it to her. She smiled, gratefully took the piece. Savored it briefly then kissed Joe.
"Thanks" she smiled. He smiled back at her and filled him own mouth with the delicious eggs.
"Well Damn Henely! This is fantastic!" Sheriff Soda spoke through a mouthfull of eggs and cheese.
Almanzo continued to bring out plate after plate of omelettes and serve all the friends. Danielle filled coffee cups and the cafe was filled with the sounds of happy hungry people enjoying their meals. Something it hadnt experienced in a very long time.

:rofl: Rhonda *smile*

We have to find Lisa and Frank!

Want an omelett Nancy? :lol:

I'll call Almanzo..

Can you give me his number Rhonda? lol.
Who wants some coffee?, it's fresh

Sheriff Soda sauntered across the parking lot of The Last Resort on her way to The Bitter Creek Ranch. She was in no hurry. She didnt really want to talk to Stewart about the riffing, but this was her job. No one had been hurt and she was sure that, just from that fact, he'd taken a real ribbing from all the other guys. Stewart was, after all supposed to be a big shot with his git. A miss on an easy shot like that would put him up for ridicule from the other guys for months! Maybe he'd learned his lesson.. and maybe not. It could be he's now out to earn his title back and that made everyone a target. Especially Fiddler, who was the one thing standing between Stewart and what he saw as his rightful place as crew boss. Yeah, no doubt about it. Stewart needed to be considered a danger to the publics health. That public being Fiddler. Sheriff Soda walked a bit faster towards the ranch. She liked Fiddler. He was a tough cookie but smart and knew how to deal with his men. She'd hate to see anything happen to him.
She walked up the long drive to the ranch and beneath the archway sign signifying the entrance to Bitter Creek Ranch. She heard the old car before she saw it. An old Ford Mercury rumbled up the drive towards her and stopped beside her. The window on the passenger side rolled down and there, leaning across the seat was a man who could have been Frank's twin brother (or Glenn's for that matter) but for an extra 10 years. His dark brown hair was shorter then Franks and his eyes were, if possible a deeper, darker blue. There was just a hint of graying at his temples but the same amazing smile and dimples marked this man when he smiled out the window at Sheriff Soda.
"Well hey there Nancy! What brings you out this way? Did my little brother get into some nasty scrape?" My God but that man was handsome and charming.
Sheriff Soda smiled wide. She couldnt help it. This man had that effect on her
"James! It's good to see you. Im actually coming to see Fiddler about one of the guys." Sheriff Soda grinned haplessly back at the stunning smile of the sexy man in the car. Her feet began to sweat.
James looked concerned. "Is everyone alright?"
Nancy smiled. "Oh yeah, everyone is fine. No one got hurt. Thats why Im here just to talk!"
James looked visibly relieved. He was part owner of this ranch with his little brothers and any "accidents" here, purposeful or not, could break them and they'd loose everything.
"Well, hop on in here girl and I'll give you a lift!" James smiled that "you know you cant resist me" smile at Nancy, and she couldn't. Even though she only had a few yards left to walk to the Ranch House, she sat happily next to James. He smiled at her and her palms began to sweat too. She was going to need a shower after this ride! The old Mercury roared up the gravel drive and stopped in front of the ranch house. Nancy started to open the door but James gave her an "Ahh!" and she waited. He jumped out, ran to the other side of the car and opened the door for her.
For no other man, would she have put up with this kind of behavior, but this was James Frey. Little birds seemed to sing at the mention of his name, flowers bloomed and rainbows arched across the sky.
"GOOD GOD Nancy! Get a hold of yourself!" she said silently and shook her head. She smiled sweetly at James as she stepped out of the car. He took her hand as she got out. The electricity between the two was undeniable and obvious. They were and always had been obviously attracted to each other. Why they had never consummated this attraction, no one knew. They had both had other relationships that had failed miserably but never with each other. Nancy stood by the car, James held her hands and stood so close the heat of his body warmed her and his breath stirred her hair. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. She watched as her hand rose and his lips brushed the skin and he smiled at her. It was like watching a movie. One that made your heart beat fast and your breath come short. One that you'd rent over and over and over just for that one scene. The spell was finally broken when the door of the ranch house opened. Nancy looked up in time to see Jessica walking down the steps towards them. James never took his eyes off Nancy till Jessica was standing right in front of them.

I have to make dinner for the roaring hoards.. More to come!!

Ok, get ready... JUMP....

Dr. EV was in her office. It was office hours and she was up to her elbows in a goat named Barney who had a bowel obstruction. We wont go into further details. We'll just say Barney is fine and recovering. During Barney's surgery, Glenn came rushing in to the office and stopped short when he saw where Dr. EV's hands, arms and elbows were and cringed.
"Damn it Glenn! Im a little busy here! Do you think you can wait in my office while I finish up?" Dr. EV upset. She wasnt used to having delicate procedures like this disturbed. She was a doctor and was trying to help an animal that needed her and deserved a little respect as well. She took her job seriously and resented it when others didnt.
Glenn looked away but didnt leave the procedure room.
"Im sorry baby, but I cant wait, I need to tell you something and I have to do it now." Glenn was sweating and breathing hard. He'd been running, that much was obvious, but his linen pants and white cotton button up shirt were soaked. His shirt was unbuttoned to his belly and his dark chest hair was matted with sweat. His dark hair fell over his forehead soaked with sweat as well giving him the look of a little boy with those long dark eye lashes and blue eyes. Dr. EV took one look at him and forgot about Barney, even though he was attached to her in a most uncomfortable way. Glenn had the look of fear on his face, like a man who'd been running for his life.
"Glenn?" Dr. EV had lost the edge to her voice. "Honey? are you alright?"
Glenn leaned hard against the wall of the procedure room and threw his head back.
"No baby, no Im not." Glenn held his head with both hands, then ran his hands through his hair and looked right at Dr.EV ignoring where her hands were and what they were doing. Dr. EV turned her attention to Barney and said over her shoulder,
"Talk to me sweetheart, I'll finish this up and we'll go in my office"
Glenn looked down at his feet and shook his head.
"Im sorry babe, there's no time. I have to leave town." Dr. EV's head popped up and whipped around to look wide eyed at Glenn.
"What do you mean? What are you running from Glenn?"
Glenn looked like he was about to cry. He'd never been so vulnerable or scared. Not that Dr.EV had ever seen.
"Evey, baby, they've found me and unless I leave town Im a dead man." Glenn dropped his head in his hands and Eve was sure he was indeed crying now.
Eve twisted her arm first right, then left then pushed. Barney let out a loud complaint.
"Got it!" She pulled out her arm, gave her assistant some last instructions on Barney's recovery and went to the sink to wash up. As she scrubbed her arms and hands she looked back over at Glenn who was sitting on the floor by the Procedure room door with his head in his hands.
Eve finished washing and walked over to Glenn. She knelt in front of him and put her arms around him. He looked up and put his arms around her. She stood and he came with her. She put her arm around his waist and lead him into her office. She closed the door and no more then turned around when he slipped his arms around her and cried into her shoulder.
"Im sorry baby, Im so so sorry. You have to believe me. I would never had done anything like this if I had had a choice. They wanted me dead so I hid, and now they've found me."
Eve pulled Glenn back a few inches and held his chin up so she could see into his tear blurred eyes.
Very gently and softly Eve looked Glenn right in the eye. "Glenn, I want you to tell me what you're talking about. Start at the beginning, baby. Im here and Im not going anywhere."
Glenn looked at Eve. His big blue eyes were filled with tears and his brow was wrinkled in fear and sadness.
"Im not Glenn." His eyes never left hers.
"What?" Eve was understandably confused.
"Im not Glenn. Im Frank and Frank is Glenn." Glenn looked up into Eve's face.
Eve's eyes were wide and her brow furrowed in confusion and shock.
"Explain please?"
Glenn laughed and wiped his eyes.
"When I lived in Chicago, back a long time ago, I got into, well some difficulties. I owed some really bad people some.. well.. favors. They wanted to collect. They wanted me to kill a man. I tried! ..but I couldnt. They were going to kill ME instead. I ran. I came here, to Eaglesville, to the only family I had, my Cousins. Glenn is my cousin but we're nearly identical. The only real difference is our eyes."
Frank/Glenn reached up and poked at his eye. Out popped a contact, then the other. Eve looked at Frank/Glenn's eyes. They were brown!
"You have brown eyes!" Eve said softly almost to herself.
Frank sniffed and smiled. "Yeah, that was the hardest part of stepping into my cousin's life. Otherwise it was easy! we traded names and I stayed here in town. The guys who were after me werent after a blue eyed farmer. They wanted a brown eyed sleezoid. I just took over The Last Resort. It really belongs to my cousin."
"Fran.. I mean Glenn?" Eve was still trying to rejuggle all the names and identities in her head.
Frank smiled at Eve. He understood her confusion. He was still a little confused. He felt safe here with her in her office, though. It was easy to talk to her.
"No, my other cousin, James, Glenn's older brother. I could have switched identities with him except I refused to cut my hair or dye it gray." Frank grinned. Eve was well aware of his vanity.
Eve sat heavily in the chair behind her desk and looked blankly into space. How was she going to process all of this? Frank was Glenn, Glenn was Frank, she loved Glenn. No, she loved Frank. Didnt she? Suddenly she looked up at Frank.
"Who's trying to kill you?"
Frank looked down at his shoes again.
"The guys from Chicago. I dont know how they found me, but they did. One of em, the adopted son, he's the meanest son of a Bi.. anyway, he's here. He even checked into MY motel!.. well Jame's motel."
Frank had fallen a long way from that suave slick Mr. Smoothy in the cafe. He was a mess physically and emotionally. Eve just watched him, trying to decide what she was feeling. She had to save him. She did love him. Damn it. It would be so easy if she didnt.
"Alright Gle.. Frank." Eve closed her eyes and counted to ten. "I have a place. I havent used it in years, but its there and being cared for. We can go there. No one knows about it. We'll stay there till the coast is clear." Eve had been talking to Frank but looking at her hands. Now she looked up. He was staring at her in disbelief.
"You DO want my help, dont you?" Eve was astonished at his reaction.
Frank slowly smiled at her. He dashed behind the desk and wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. He spun her around and kissed her deep and hard.
"I love you, babe! YES! of course I want your help!" Eve relaxed a little. She thought maybe Frank was going to use this as an excuse to leave her. She exhaled and wrapped her arms around Franks neck and held him close.
"Dont leave me, okay?" Eve was shaking.
Frank held her close and whispered in her ear, "never.."
They stayed in this long embrace for a while. Then Frank pulled away.
"We need to get out of town as soon as possible. The longer we stay, the more chance he has of finding me."
Eve knew this was true. She also knew that any car of truck leaving town would be suspicious during the day, but a vets truck headed out of town at dawn wouldnt get a second glance.
"We'll leave at dawn. I'm always being called up to some out of town farm at dawn. No one will notice anything different. Once we're gone, no one will be able to find us." She held Frank's face and looked directly into his eyes.
"I dont know how long we'll have to stay away. You'd better clean up any messes you dont want to leave behind."
Frank took her hands and kissed them. He smiled.
"Already done."
"Then lets go to my apartment and wait till dawn." Eve grinned at Frank and bit her lower lip. Frank knew what that meant. He picked Eve up and tossed her over his shoulder. He dodged out of the office and up the back stairs to Eve's apartment over the clinic.

Bed time.. more later *G*

Excellent visuals...I can just picture what Frank/Glenn looked liked in this scene...like something I recently viewed on "Frey Fever," perhaps?:smitten::heart::wink:
(In case anyone is wondering, we do have shoulder-length plastic gloves for 'delicate' procedures like Barney's, thank goodness!)

Oh Oh, the true guys are coming up!

Great story again Rhonda!

MY TURN! I might let some of ya'll in on the fun.. if yer good *G*



Rhonda had packed up the few belongings she'd had with her in the Last Resort and turned off the light as she left. She wasnt sure when or if she'd be back, She and Joe were headed to Las Vegas to find Lisa and Frank. Was she crazy? How much did she know about this trucker? I mean, yeah, she'd slept with him, and yeah, he had those dreamy green eyes, and ok, his smile could melt steel and.... Rhonda found herself staring blindly into space and smiling at just the thought of him. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She HAD to be smart here! This was her life she was talking about, more then that, this was her heart! hadnt she just been through this? Hadnt he kicked her to the curb? How was Joe any different?
"Babe?" that familiar voice rang down the corridor. A face, a smile and those green, green eyes peered around the corner of her door. "You about ready? The truck is all gassed up and ready to roll!"
Rhonda just stared at him for a moment. He recognized that look on her face. He hadnt known her for long, but he recognized pain and sadness. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Im just waiting for my beautiful girl." He kissed her forehead and held her close. "Are you sure about this?" He looked into her eyes. " You dont have to go if you dont want to. I can go alone."
She looked at him for a long time. She knew she'd be more miserable without him then afraid with him, in fact, looking at him, all the fear was gone. She smiled back and held him close.
"Im fine. I just had a weak moment."
He tilted her chin up and kissed her very softly "'at's my girl" He grinned.
Joe picked up the small duffle and wrapped his arm around Rhonda lest she change her mind and ushed her out the doors.
The truck was beautiful. Rhonda hadnt really seen it before, it having been pretty much dark out when Joe picked her up. That seemed like so long ago. What ever happened to saturday night? It was a life time ago. The truck was huge and black and very shiny with a large golden eagle painted on the doors and across the hood.
Rhonda let out a long slow whistle. Joe grinned proudly. "Beauty isnt she?" Rhonda nodded slowly in agreement. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad! Joe opened the door for her and helped her up into the cab with a curt pat on the backside on her way up, that made her gasp. She looked back down at him through slitted eyes and smiled. He grinned back. Joe was obviously very happy. When Rhonda got turned around and looked around the cab, something struck her. There was no sleeping space here. HE had LIED! HE had planned on sleeping with her the WHOLE time! Rhonda was livid. She thought about jumping down out of that truck and leaving right then. Tears stung her eyes and she couldnt get a deep breath. She'd wait till he got in the truck, slap his face THEN leave! MEN WERE WORTHLESS! Her rage was boiling over.
Joe opened the door on the other side of the truck and lifted himself up to see Rhonda's tear filled eyes staring daggers at him.
"whats the matter, baby?"
"DONT you DARE Call me baby!!!! There is NO sleeping quarters in this cab Joe, YOU LIED TO ME! YOU TRICKED ME!"
Joe smiled and pulled himself into the cab. Rhonda hauled her hand back and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of the slap resounded in the cab and Joe's face flew across the seat and he hit his head on the window. It wasnt hard, but it was all Rhonda could do to not jump over the seat to see if he was all right.
"ow.... " Joe touched his quickly reddening face and looked at Rhonda. His brow was furrowed and his mouth was tight. He reached back and unlatched a door behind his seat. The entire back of the cab opened to the cargo area. Rhonda looked, blinked, rubbed her eyes and looked again. Behind her was a fully furnished apartment. Not just a sleeping space, but a queen sized bed, a nice one! dressers, a tv, stereo and sofa! She pulled herself up from the seat dumbfounded and moved slowly to the back of the cab and into the apartment. It was like an RV, she thought, then no, this was much MORE then any RV she'd ever seen. It was more like a bachelor pad on wheels! She opened a small door at the back of the room and there was a REAL bathroom! with a SHOWER! and a TOILET! HURRAH! no coke bottles! WHEW!
Then she remembered what she'd done to Joe. He was standing in the doorway looking hurt and stricken. She walked to him and slid her arms around his neck, she buried her face in his shoulder and held him close.
"Im so sorry" she wept into his shoulder. He melted. He held her close and kissed her hair.
"Listen, I dont know who he was, or what he did, but Im not him. I dont want to hurt you,.. ever.." He held her tight. She looked up at him. Her eyes were over flowing and her nose was running. Great! Swollen eyes and a red nose. She looked like a muppet. She gently touched his red swelling face and cringed. She softly kissed it. She softly kissed his lips. He returned her kiss and they stayed there for a long time. He brushed her hair from her face. His breath was short and ragged.
"We cant right now" he grinned at her.
she nodded and grinned back.
"We need to get going" He let her loose and watched her climb back into the cab, admiring the view on her way out. Joe took a moment to shake his head and his hands. He took a few deep breaths and climbed in after her. This was going to be an interesting trip!
Joe sat in the drivers seat. He leaned over and kissed Rhonda. It took a little longer then he thought it would, but eventually they pulled apart.
"not now, not now, not now..."Joe repeated to himself quietly. Rhonda grinned at him, took his hand and kissed it.
"later.." she said quietly to him.
Joe started the truck. He never took his eyes off of her. The truck roared to life. He looked briefly out the front windshield so he wouldnt flatten any passer-bys, dogs, small compacts, then he looked back at her and smiled.
"later.." The truck pulled out onto The Dark Desert Highway and headed out of town.


*G* yeah....

I gotta put the squirt to bed. I'll write more in a bit and give someone else a chance *G*

back at the Inn.. *G*

Shirley leaned against the old desk in the lobby of The Last Resort and fumed. Glenn had done it to her again. He couldnt keep treating people like this and get away with it! That boyish charm and deep blue eyes of his werent going to carry him long! Someday someone would see through all that charm and see what a snake and scoundrel he really was!
Shirley placed the eraser end of her pencil on the next card in the deck and flicked it across the desk top towards the old fedora that lay upside down on the floor a few feet away. Ten of hearts.
Missed.
She had seen Joe's truck pulling away earlier heading out of town. Rhonda was riding shotgun. She wondered when they'd be back, if they'd be back. Lucky ducks!
flick! Two of spades
Missed.
It was hot and muggy today. It'd be perfect down by the creek. She'd be in her hammock right about now with a cold coke and a hot day dream about that guy. She smiled.
flick! The card sailed across the desk and floated on down and landed on a shoe. A very shiny mens shoe. A hand reached down and picked it up. A hand with a diamond pinkie ring on it. Shirley watched the hand rise up past a pair of slender dark gray slacks, well pleated, a white button down shirt that clung to a slender but well muscled stomach, chest and a long slender neck, chisled chin and white grinning teeth. Shirley caught her breath. It was him! That guy! The one who had checked in earlier. The one who was kind of scary and yet Shirley couldnt stop thinking about him!
He held the card up and looked at it.
"Queen of hearts! You know, the queen of Diamonds, she'll beat you every time, but the queen of hearts..." he kissed the card and put it in his chest pocket. That chest, his shirt was clinging to him in all the right places.
"The Queen of hearts is always your best bet."
Shirley recovered her wits and stood tall. Men, they always made trouble.
She cleared her throat.
"Uhh, could I have my card back please?" Shirley held out her hand defiantly.
He smiled at her. He pulled the card from his pocket. He held her hand with one hand and placed the card in it with the other. Then he placed his palm over the card. His hands were warm and dry and very gentle. She was surprised at this. She had him pegged as a cruel dude, she thought he was ruthless, she thought he was crude. But his hands told her another story, one with an ending she'd like to have a say in.
"Be very careful with her." He looked deep into her eyes. "You're holding my heart!" He lifted her hand and turned it over. He kissed her knuckles, brushing his lips ever so gently over the skin, his eyes never leaving her face. He grinned mischieviously at her. "But then, I wouldnt want to leave you with less then a full deck." He stepped back and began to walk backwards towards his room. He turned and then stopped. He looked at her.
"Im Thomas, by the way." He smiled. "and you are?"
"Shirley.." she nearly whispered. She was mezmerized.
"Shirley." He grinned. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I hope we will have many, many more such meetings. I look forward to it."
"yeah..." she whispered.
With that, he turned and went down the corridor to his room. He unlocked his door. Glanced back, winked and went inside. It wasnt till Shirley heard the tumblers on the lock click into place that she regained her voice.
"Be sure and let us know if you need any towels!" she shouted down the corridor too late.
She turned and knocked herself in the head with the heel of her hand. "DOH!"
She sat heavily in the old chair in the lobby. He was amazing! He had the deepest darkest eyes she'd ever seen! They were bottomless. His hair was long and tied back. It gave him an air of distinction like royalty. He was the nicest dresser she'd ever seen outside those fashion magazines they got down at the Cut n Curl. She was smitten! She wondered if he really was dangerous, and did she care? she sat sprawled in the old stuffed chair looking at herself in the mirrored ceiling. Thats when the weirdness started....
It's late, Im tired.. you're going to have to wait to find out what the weirdness is *G*

Ok, I love the weirdness, so Im going to run with it..

Shirley sat sprawled in the stuffed chair in the lobby of The Last Resort and stared into the mirrored ceiling. She was thinking of that man, Thomas he'd said his name was. Thomas with the brilliant smile, Thomas with the rippled belly and firm chest. Shirley grinned to herself as she stared into the mirrors and imagined what he was doing right at that moment behind the closed door. She could see him walking across the room and tossing his jacket he'd had slung over his arm across the bottom of the bed. He reached up and took the band off his hair and let his pony tail loose. His hair was long and wild. He looked like a lion! He started to unbutton his shirt, one button, then another and another and then he pulled his arm out of one sleeve, letting the white shirt fall off his shoulder, the the other arm, other shoulder and he stood before the dresser and the mirror shirtless with his wild mane of hair loose and beautiful. His chest and belly were the color of perfect toast. Not too dark, not too light. Just tanned and warm. Shirley was starting to really get into this fantasy and laughed to herself for being so silly. She looked away from the mirror and shook her head. At least she had a really great imagination! Everything she'd imagined had been so real! She started to stand up and glanced back up at the mirrors. He was still there! She blinked. She rubbed her eyes. She looked back up. He was there. He was taking off his watch and he looked up into the mirror above the dresser. He saw something and leaned in close, leaning with both hands on the dresser, staring intently at the mirror image. Shirley put her hands over her eyes and counted to ten. She looked up again and there he was! This time however, she saw his whole face looking right at her! She jumped! Then she saw him stalking across the room towards the door. Shirley jumped up and ran to the desk. She took an innocent pose behind the desk, same as when he'd come in, with her pencil in one hand, her head leaning in the other, looking bored and flicking cards at the old hat on the floor. Flick. three of diamonds, missed.
Thomas came roaring out of his room and stopped short at the sight of her flicking cards. She casually looked up at him.
"Anything wrong? Do you need something." She didnt even lift her head from her hand. She added acting to her list of abilities. He looked confused. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her closely, then smiled.
"No, Im fine. I just thought .. never mind. you just go back to your.. uhh... game." He grinned at her and walked back into his room.
She heard the tumblers of his doors lock click into place and she ran back to the mirrors and stood just beyond their reflection. She gazed up into them but didnt see anything but the reflection of the old chair, the worn out old rug and a side table that had a copy of the Examiner from last July sitting on it. She shook her head and blinked several times. All that cleaning and dust must have made her eyes tired and he had her rattled for sure!
She sighed, smiled to herself and walked back to the desk. At least she'd have the memory of that beautiful body and that hair! She stopped. That hair, that body. When he'd run out of his room, he'd been shirtless and his hair was loose! Shirley's jaw dropped open. She ran back to the mirrors and stood right below then. She gazed up but saw nothing but her own open-mouthed stare. She plopped down into the big chair and gazed up. It took a moment but there he was! In the shower! NAKED! His hair was wet and the water ran in rivulets down his chest, stomach, hips, bottom. Shirley blushed furiously but could not look away. He was beautiful!
The bell on the front door hadnt worked for a long time, but there was a tell-tale creak to the hinges that alerted Shirley that she was about to be discovered watching a naked man in the shower. Not only that, but a naked guest! in a seemingly magic mirror! They'd toss her in a nut house and throw away the key. She jumped up when the door opened and stood trying to look casual next to the big chair, with her arms folded tightly in front of her.
It was Sheriff Soda. OH GREAT! That was just perfect! The law!
"What?.. I mean Hey Sheriff. what can I do for you?" Shirley didnt look at the Sheriff again but walked quickly over to the desk.
"Hey Shirley." The Sheriff's brow was wrinkled and the confused grin on her face told Shirley her act just then had been somewhat less successful then the previous one with Thomas. She'd need to work on her guilt disguises a little more she thought. Still she went back behind the desk and began writing diligently in an old ledger. She had no idea what she was writing, she was just trying hard not to look at the Sheriff.
"Where's Glenn?" The Sheriff didnt take her eyes off of Shirley. There was something strange going on here but she had no idea what it could be. Shirley's color was as red as the old once velvet curtains that hung in the front window.
Shirley glanced up at the Sheriff. A distraction. perfect.
"Oh you know Glenn. He railroaded me into standing her watching the curtains rot this afternoon while he took off for a nice little vacation with the Doc." Shirley rolled her eyes and tried hard to remember how upset with Glenn she was. It was better then letting the Sheriff see how bothered the images she'd been watching made her. She leaned again on the desk and started flicking the cards once more. Flick! Four of clubs. Missed.
The Sheriff watched the card fly through the air and land close to the hat.
"Close!" she grinned at Shirley. Shirley smiled back.
"So, I heard you have a new guest here. I hear he's kind of scary!"
Flick! Ace of spades. Missed.
"Well, I wouldnt call him scary." Shirley mused.
"Oh? What would you call him?" Sheriff had never seen Shirley rattled before. There must be something to this guy.
"I dont know. Smart, sophisticated, .." ..HOT!! Shirley thought to herself.
"I see. So you dont think he's any threat? Has he mentioned the Sad Cafe or Lisa at all to you?" The Sheriff was in investigation mode. It would be very hard to hide anything from her now. Shirley had to distract her.
"No, nothing at all. Say, Sheriff, didnt I see James drive up to the ranch just a little while ago? I thought you were going to go up there to talk to Fiddler. Did you run in to him? I havent seen him for a while. Where's he been?"
It was the Sheriff's turn to blush. She looked away from Shirley. It had worked!
"Uhh, yeah I saw James. He hadnt mentioned where he'd been but he looked great! I mean, he seems to be well." The Sheriff was rattled.
"So umm.. back to this mystery man." damn...Shirley's ploy had backfired. The Sheriff was so anxious to change the subject it just bounced back to her.
"I dont know anything about him Sheriff." Shirley looked back to her useless writing in the old ledger as if it were important.
"Well, what room is he in? Maybe I'll just pop in to say hello and see if theres anything to be worried about." The Sheriff was trying to see what Shirley was writing. Shirley moved her arm up over the ledger to cover the nonsense she was scribbling.
"OH, I think he's in the shower right now." Shirley volunteered. The Sheriff raised her eyebrows and tilted her head at the now blushing young woman.
She smiled back at the Sheriff's glance.
"I heard the shower go on down the hall. Since Rhonda checked out this morning, he's our only guest in the main building. Well, in any of the rooms for that matter!" Shirley rolled her eyes. She was still bitter about having to watch the desk.
Sheriff Soda smiled disingenuously at her."Of course. Well, tell him I'd like to talk to him." She turned to leave the stopped and turned back to Shirley. "That is, if you happen to see to him again." She smiled again and nodded her good bye and walked out the door.
Shirley watched her walk out the door. She walked to the door and watched the Sheriff walk across the parking lot towards the Ranch. It wasnt till she was out of sight that she was able to breath again. She walked to the big chair and collapsed. She did NOT look up. She didnt dare. She closed her eyes tight and wished it all away. If only it had been that simple.
I love weirdness... *G*

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He looked like a lion!

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Ooh does he have lion eyes too?

OOO Not yet! but thanks for the idea!! heheehe just kidding.. Only one set of Lion eyes per uhh.. town? *G* whatever..

The weirdness is great...sounds like quite the mirror!

Still brilliant Ticky - I am loving this! Always great fun to visit after a long day at work :wink: Keep it comin'!

Ticky, this just goes on and on!! The twists and turns are brilliant!! keep going! Attagirl!!:thumbsup::thumbsup:

:-(:whip::eyebrow::headshake::brickwall::-xI havent put any of these guys in any of the stories. they looked lonely and sad... :):thumbsup::angel::partytime::nahnah: that's better..

Cathy had gotten all ready to heard the cows into the barn to set up for milking. Frank had about 2 dozen milk cows and it was Cathy's turn all alone to get them milked in the morning. She never had a problem rounding them up. Milk cows were in a lot of pain by morning and looked forward to being milked. Cathy smiled at the idea. She'd look forward to a nice warm breast massage first thing in the morning too, from the right hands. Cathy grinned.
Just then Fiddler came loping into the barn anxious and ready to help Cathy out... with the cows. Cathy was wearing overalls. They werent terribly flattering but they were practical. Cows werent careful and they were usually dirty and covered in mud and dung. Cathy pulled on her hip waders too a large straw hat that hung down over her face. It kept the flies at bay and her hair was fairly clean when she finished.
Fiddler could only think of making a good impression on Cathy. He admired this woman so much, how could he make her happy?
"You look real pretty this morning Miss Cathy." Women liked compliments. Fiddler looked up at Cathy to reap his rewards in a big smile. He saw what she was wearing. The overalls, the hat, the hip waders and the look of incredulous disbelief on Cathy's face. Fiddlers face went white and he stammered.
"I..I..I meant earlier, you know, this morning. NOT that you arent pretty nuff now!.." Fiddler couldnt win. Cathy just stared at him open mouthed. He blushed so furiously it was almost painful to watch. He looked down at his boots and he was sure she'd never talk to him again.
Cathy began to laugh. She laughed hard. Fiddler looked up surprised and stricken. She was laughing at him! It took Cathy a few minutes to catch her breath. She saw the look of sadness and embarassment on Fiddler face and took some pity on him.
"Oh Fiddler, I know what you mean and thank you so much." She walked over to Fiddler and gave him a friendly hug. She wasnt sure how well this would go over. Fiddler never struck her as a very physical man. That was a shame. He was very well built! Just the friendly hug gave her ideas about those strong arms and broad shoulders. His hair smelled like the out doors, straw and something else, she wasnt quite sure what, she couldnt place it. Something spicy. His hands were warm and large, but gentle and strong. Her hug was well received and Fiddler beamed. His face changed when he smiled. He was a different man, so handsome. Cathy had never known Fiddler like this. This out fit and this place was not right for these feelings. She'd save them for later. She needed to take a close look at her feelings, and at this man. She smiled and patted Fiddler on the shoulder.
"Let's round us up some doggies!" She grinned at Fiddler.
"Yes Ma'am!" He mocked back at her and grinned. A tingle shot through her from her toes to her head. Yeah, she really needed to take a closer look at this man.


UGH.. I was going to write more but Im so tried I cant stay awake. More tomorrow.. (Im just glad I got to talk about breast massages here! *G*)

Ticky-just an idea---but I think after this is all over, you need to print it into a book and sell it. I can think of at least a dozen or two you will sell easily:razz:.

We-e-e-e-e! I've never played a fiddle before! ;)

Im just glad you guys like it *G* I cant tell you how much fun I have writing it. I'll be doing some every day chore and start giggling over something I've thought of for the story. It can be pretty embarassing if Im at the grocery store of talking on the phone. *G*


PM, it's not so much the fiddle as it is the Fiddler *G* (I love the image of you as a milk maid *G* I almost gave you one of those outfits with the little dutch girl cap and wooden shoes, but I thought, nahhh *G* this is better.. LOL)

Ok Jess, sorry this has taken so long, Lets give you and Don some attention...

James pulled his attention from Sheriff Soda and looked at Jessica. "Hey Jess. What are you doing here?" James smiled genuinely at the pretty woman.
Jessica looked tired, but smiled back. "Seems Don tied one on last night, and from what I hear, early this morning!"
Sheriff Soda turned her attention to Jessica. "So everyone's alright, though, right?"
"Oh yeah, no harm done, well except by Don, and only to himself. The big dope." Jessica said this with love and frustration.
Sheriff Soda smiled "Well good. I think I will, however, go have a little talk with Stewart and maybe Fiddler too. Those to worry me sometimes."
"I think Fiddler is helping Cathy in the barn. I saw him run off that way earlier. Im not sure where Stewart is. He was showing the new ranch hand around."
Jessica directed Sheriff Soda to the barn.
"Oh good! Frank hired a new guy!" James seemed genuinely pleased. He knew the ranch was a lot of work and Frank always seemed to take it all on his own shoulders. It was good he was starting to hire some dependable men.
Jessica grinned at James. "Well, I dont know about a new hired MAN, but he hired a new hand. She's pretty smart and seems to be a hard worker."
"She??" James was shocked.
Jessica laughed. "yeah, I thought you might feel that way. She said Frank told her he'd give her a chance. I think Fiddler sent Stewart to break her in because he knew Stewart wouldnt pull any punches with her. They may not like each other much, but I think Fiddler respects Stewart's abilities."
James looked down at his boots and laughed to himself. He knew to trust Fiddler and he knew he was right about Stewart. If Fiddler wanted to give a girl a chance to be a hired hand, James wasnt going to interfere.
"I just hope Stewart has the same respect for Fiddler. I really dont want to see a war break out between those two." Sheriff Soda was still thinking about the job that brought her here.
"If you two will excuse me, I need to go talk to Fiddler. I'll hunt down Stewart later. Jess, it's good to see you." The Sheriff smiled at the young woman. "James," Nancy's eyes glowed and her smile revealed her fondness for this man. "Will you be around later? I sure would like to catch up with you."
James' mouth turned up and he looked at her. His smile was so real and honest, it made her heart skip a beat.
"I'd like that Nancy." Again he kissed her hand, keeping his eyes on hers."I think I'll be keeping pretty close to home for a while." He grinned at her. She let out a long deep breath she hadnt realized she'd been keeping.
"Okay then, I'll see you later." She nodded to the two and headed off towards the barn with only one or two glances behind her.
James watched the Sheriff walk all the way to the barn, never once looking away till she entered the barn and was out of sight. Jessica kept her eyes on James, watching him till he looked away from the now deserted yard. She shook her head and smiled.
"I will never understand you two."
James gave Jess a confused, questioning look. "What do you mean?" Jess stared at the older man for a few seconds, rolled her eyes and shook her head. She turned away and walked up the steps to the front porch. She found the rocking chair nearest the front door and sat down as if she'd been on her feet for hours and let out a deep sigh.
"men."
James looked down at his boots and grinned to himself. He didnt know why he and Nancy had been playing these games so long. It seemed like just so much Waisted Time any more. Maybe that would have to change. He turned and followed Jessica up the steps and sat slowly in the rocking chair next to her. The two friends sat companionably in silence rocking and looking out at the late morning.
"How's Don, by the way." James turned towards Jessica.
Jess smiled more to herself then for reassurance to her friend. She'd been through a lot with Don. This was just a part of the ride.
"Oh, he'll be fine. He's got one nasty hangover, but I've got the cure brewing on the stove top."
James cringed. He was familiar with Jessica's hangover cure. Her grandmother had invented it for her grandfather who'd had a penchant for home brewed grain alcohol that came out of a neighbors still. Grandma would brew up a batch of her hangover cure which looked, smelled and had suspiciously similar characteristics to roofing tar. Grandpa would wander home in the early hours and pass out on their front porch. Grandma would come out in the morning, roll him over and pour some of this stuff down his throat. Grandpa would scream, vomit and let out a string of expletives then he'd be fine. Jessica had learned how to deal with drunks from the best. Don would be right as rain soon enough.
There was the sound of a small explosion from the kitchen.
"Oh good, it's done!" Jessica hopped up from the rocking chair and headed towards the kitchen.
James smiled and waited. Time past. James looked out over the yard. A chicken came scuttling by pecking at the gravel. The horrible sound of wretching and a sting of expletives that would make a sailor blush came wafting out the front door. The screen door flew open banging hard against the clapboards. Don stood leaning with both hands on the door frame. He was wearing levi's and his sunglasses and nothing else. His pallor was still a little green, but he looked nearly human.
"Don.." James said without looking at the man. "how ya doin?"
Don stood uneasily in the door swaying slightly. He took a moment to make sense of the words coming out of James' mouth.
"James..Uh, Im ok I think. yeah, better, thanks." Don made his way hand over hand to the rocking chair Jessica had vacated. He sat down gingerly and let out a deep breath. James smiled. He'd been there.
Jessica came out the door and handed a large glass to Don. He turned his head away and cringed. She picked up his hand and put the glass in it.
"Its just orange juice! Drink it!"
Don made a face and sipped at the thick orange liquid. It was cold and sweet and cut through the God awful taste that seemed to be growing in his mouth. He sipped again. He picked up Jessica's hand and kissed it.
"Thanks baby, I'd give you a proper kiss, but I think something's taken up residence in my mouth."
James grinned out at the yard and the three friends sat and rocked and the world was quiet except for the creak of the rockers and the cluck of the chickens.

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Ticky-just an idea---but I think after this is all over, you need to print it into a book and sell it. I can think of at least a dozen or two you will sell easily:razz:.

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Cathy was wearing overalls. They werent terribly flattering but they were practical. Cathy pulled on her hip waders too a large straw hat that hung down over her face.

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What a coincidence! That's what I'm wearing right now! :heybaby:

PM, I know! :jealous: can i borrow the hip waders when you're done? I have an idea...:twisted:

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Ticky-just an idea---but I think after this is all over, you need to print it into a book and sell it. I can think of at least a dozen or two you will sell easily:razz:.

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A thought just crossed my mind as I was driving home from some late-night errands listening to LROOE...this book had better be packaged in a plain brown wrapper, or else there'll be a lot of 'xplaining to do if it gets picked up and read by the wrong parties...if you get my drift!:stunned::fingerwag:

Whadaya mean? I just sent copies to Glenn, Don, Tim and Joe with all the addresses and phone numbers of everyone I could find *G* I thought you all might appreciate it *G* I KNOW they're going to LOVE it! *G*

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Whadaya mean? I just sent copies to Glenn, Don, Tim and Joe with all the addresses and phone numbers of everyone I could find *G* I thought you all might appreciate it *G* I KNOW they're going to LOVE it! *G*

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:yay::yay: Timmy---Please call before 4:30 in the afternoon when Larry walks thru the door!:thumbsup: