"I want to be a cowboy for Halloween!" Lyle said.
I knew my son well. I pulled out the costume.
Lyle saw it and screamed excitedly.
The announcer called out the names of the finalists, and I was one of them. I was also in the lead. I looked at River nervously. River rolled his eyes. “Don't tell me you're nervous, baby.”
It was Christmas morning. I snuck down the stairs. I didn’t want to wake anybody up. A month had gone by since the incident with Bonnie. Bonnie was back home and mostly in bed. The first thing I did was step into Bonnie’s room to check on her. Her vitals were good. She was sound asleep. I left her to rest and went into the kitchen to make coffee.
Helen came back out to the porch and sat a cup of tea down on the table between the two rocking chairs. “How is he doing?” Helen asked. Both of us had on winter jackets, scarves, hats, and mittens. It wasn't too bad outside. It was almost forty degrees today.
There was no point in waiting or having a real wedding. We asked Willow and Helen to be witnesses, and we got married. It was a small event. We did it at the courthouse in Anaconda. I didn't want a big wedding, and River didn't care as long as I was happy. River won the state championship. Several of his players were offered scholarshi
“Lyle, Bonnie!” I called up the stairs. “What?” Lyle called back in irritation. “Get your butts down here. You're going t
River's Point Of View “Look, Lyle, you have to lose this attitude. Especially with your mother because it is beginning to piss me off,” I said sternly. I looked over at him as we pulled away from the house.
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We walked into the house. It hadn't changed one bit. It looked like a cabin inside because it was made of all logs. The mudroom had a shoe rack and coat hangers.Through a large double doorless frame, we stepped into the hall. The stairs were on the right side of the hallway.The hall stretched all the way back. To the right before the stairs, through an
River's Point Of View “Look, Lyle, you have to lose this attitude. Especially with your mother because it is beginning to piss me off,” I said sternly. I looked over at him as we pulled away from the house.
“Lyle, Bonnie!” I called up the stairs. “What?” Lyle called back in irritation. “Get your butts down here. You're going t
There was no point in waiting or having a real wedding. We asked Willow and Helen to be witnesses, and we got married. It was a small event. We did it at the courthouse in Anaconda. I didn't want a big wedding, and River didn't care as long as I was happy. River won the state championship. Several of his players were offered scholarshi
Helen came back out to the porch and sat a cup of tea down on the table between the two rocking chairs. “How is he doing?” Helen asked. Both of us had on winter jackets, scarves, hats, and mittens. It wasn't too bad outside. It was almost forty degrees today.
It was Christmas morning. I snuck down the stairs. I didn’t want to wake anybody up. A month had gone by since the incident with Bonnie. Bonnie was back home and mostly in bed. The first thing I did was step into Bonnie’s room to check on her. Her vitals were good. She was sound asleep. I left her to rest and went into the kitchen to make coffee.
The announcer called out the names of the finalists, and I was one of them. I was also in the lead. I looked at River nervously. River rolled his eyes. “Don't tell me you're nervous, baby.”
"I want to be a cowboy for Halloween!" Lyle said. I knew my son well. I pulled out the costume. Lyle saw it and screamed excitedly.
There was angerin his eyes like I had never seen before. “You're never going back there. You're turning him in,” River said. River paced back and forth in front of me. “Seriously, my word against his? Good luck with that, River,” I muttered. I rested my elbows on my knees and leaned forward on the couch. I buried my face in my hands.
“Alright, baby. You got this,” River encouraged. “You have to beat fifteen point two seconds.” I nodded and took a deep breath, then let it go. My horse Crixus turned to face the correct direction. Crixus was a smart well-trained horse.