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
As agreed, Helen stayed back to watch Lyle while I ran into town. It was still early, and the town was filled with traffic. People were g
The tent was huge, there was a stage, but it was still dark. There were picnic tables, and some people had brought lawn chairs—the tent filled with loud chatter. There was plenty of space to dance.Liz and I grabbed a beer. Liz led the way over to a picnic table the boys sat at.“Hey, Texas, you're back!” Beau hooted.
"Come on, Dallas," River said and grimaced. He looked away and squinted like he was trying to look far into the Montana skies.“I don't know what you mean,” I breathed out in shock. It felt as if my lungs had collapsed.
River didn't look at me as he walked back to the driver's side. He threw the door open and jumped into the truck.“You're soaked,” I said. I laughed as I rolled up my window.“I hate to te
"Did you two sleep well?"I stirred in confusion and opened my eyes. I blinked several times.Bonnie stood at the foot of the bed.My gaze fell on River, who was squintin
Helen invited a few of her friends. I asked Liz and Jordan to come. Bonnie and River showed up, as well. Xavier and Lyle took off across the yard. Bonnie and River carried big presents up to the house. I smiled at them and led them inside. Everyone sat the gifts down in the dining room.“Helen is still working on the food. She's in the kitchen,” I told Bonnie.Bonnie smiled and kissed my cheek as she passed. “Lyle sure does look like River,” Bonnie murmured to me.
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.