In New York . . . Just like every year, Lester Bartholomew sat at the head of the dining table and whatever woman he was married to at the time sat at the other head. And as usual all twelve of his children were at the Thanksgiving table – minus one. Lester had fired the five private detectives he had hired to find Ava. Not one of them had a clue after five months of searching – or not searching. Lester believed at least three of the PIs were just cashing the checks and spending his money on other things. He had called Sheriff Wilson last week to see if he had turned up anything. He hadn’t but he had a suggestion. “Sir, why don’t you hire a PI that’s actually from and still lives in Montana? A guy from this great state would know all the small towns, cities, and hidey holes a person could get lost in.” “I have to admit it’s worth a try. I have also been thinking about slapping an award on Ava to anyone who has information of
The next day . . . The day after Thanksgiving, Dax’s first date. He had never been that interested in girls –until Lana Anderson came along. It was ten o’clock when Ray went to Dax’s room to check on him. Dax was playing it cool but the pile of clothes on his bed said he was everything but cool. “What’s with the clothes? Surely, they’re not all dirty,” Ray said. “Um, no. I was just . . . going through things. You know. What I still where and what I don’t where anymore,” Dax said. Ray couldn’t help but snort with amusement. “Couldn’t figure out what to where, huh?” “Nah,” Dax said taken aback. “That’s something girls go through. Not guys.” Ray chuckled. “When a guy goes out on his first date with a girl he is crazy about, we do.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Can’t get anything by you these days,” Dax mumbled as he turned to look in the mirror that was attached to the short dresser.
Ava had snacks ready for Dax and Lana when Jesse had brought them to the ranch – with a date of his own surprisingly. Ava had served homemade Chex mix, homemade pizza bites, and cookies she had baked that morning. The teens – and Jesse and his date, Rhonda, gobbled it up like they hadn’t eaten in days. Now, they were ready to ride. Ava and Ray were going to accompany Dax and Lana on their little ride. Thankfully, Ray had gotten back from Radersburg in time to go with them. Jesse and Rhonda decided to tag along. Lana had a black vest in her bag. She put it on under her coat before they walked out the door.They all rode in Jesse’s Cherokee to the stables. Ray was already there and he had already saddled the horses. Ava was on Whisper like she was last time. She and the horse had developed a relationship. During the times she rode with Dax in the old Ford, practicing for his driver’s test in a couple of weeks, they had stopped by the stables. While there Ava had
Uncle Jesse pulled up a few feet away from Lana’s door. He had dropped Rhonda off ten minutes ago. She seemed to have had a good time. Before Dax and Lana could get out of the Cherokee, the front porch light came on along with the lights that lined the walkway. The front door swung open. Mr. Anderson stepped out on the porch – with a gun holstered on his hip. “Oh, good grief,” Lana moaned as she placed her hand over her face. “Do you think it’s loaded?” Dax heard his voice crack. “Don’t worry, nephew. I got your back,” Uncle Jesse said as he leaned over and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a hand gun. “Ever since that away game you had with the Columbus Cougars, I’ve started keeping this close.” “Oh my god,” Lana said nervously. “Please don’t shoot my dad. He just . . . overreacts sometimes.” “Honey, I won’t shoot him as long as he doesn’t shoot at us,” Uncle Jesse said. “Come on, let’s go.”
A week later . . . Late afternoon, before the big game at Broadwater High School. Ava knocked on Ray’s study door. He had been in there all morning and this afternoon. He hadn’t even joined them for breakfast. Ava assumed he had gotten up before anyone else and fixed himself something to eat. “Yeah,” Ray answered. Ava opened the door. “Hey.” “Hey.” Ray was sitting in his office chair at his desk. He was wearing a wool turtleneck, charcoal sweater and denim pants. “Ray, I’m not going to mince words. Are you coming with us to the game tonight?” “I . . . don’t know.” “Ray, I think Dax is hoping you be there tonight.” “Did he say that?” “Not directly but he did hinted that . . . he needed the support of his family tonight.” Ray blew out as he glanced down. “Ray, I understand your pain and I definitely understand how memories can rush back in your
Ray didn’t leave the study until he knew the house was empty. He knew when Tom, Ava, and Jesse left because Ava had knocked on the study door and shouted at it that they were leaving. Ray had suspected she waited there for a minute to see if he was going to come out or say anything. He hadn’t. Ray carried the wedding album into the living room. He sat down on the stool in front of the fire place. There was a small fire still burning in it. Ray opened the album and looked through it for the tenth time. He had looked through it on and off all day. His heart clenched as he looked at a few of the pictures. Ray stared at the picture of his father with Jesse. They had all worn bolo ties that day. Ray pulled the picture out and set it to the side. All the pictures that had him, Jesse, and their father in it he had pulled out of the album and set aside. Then he pulled out a single photo of Lillian. She smiled that million dollar smile of hers. Her blonde ha
Ray wasn’t sure what Coach Willis had said to the boys during half-time but it worked. The game was now 35 to 14. The Bulldogs – Dax had scored a touchdown right out the gate of the third quarter. All the boys huddled down on the field. They all watched intently as they all collided. The Falcons’ hefty looking quarterback whirled around the chaos, carrying the ball. Two line backers tried to stop him but he whirled around them with ease. “Uh, oh, here comes, Calhoun!’ the announcer yelled over the loudspeaker above. “Can he stop him?” Hank was the last line of defense to block the end zone. Hank was running hard, directly at the quarterback. He’s going to dodge, boy, stay light on your feet. Before Ray knew it, Hank jumped. If he didn’t know any better, he would say the boy was flying. Hank tackled the quarterback so hard to the ground it was a wonder there wasn’t a dent there. The Bulldog fans cheered
“Interception! Now, R.J. Morelli is bookin’ it down the field! The Bulldog fans are about to leap out of their boots!” the announcer shouted over the loud speaker. And he was right. Ava had literally jumped out of her boots. One was halfway off her foot. R.J. made it almost twenty yards before he was tackled by three big linebackers. “Damn! Now this is a football game!” one of the hands yelled on the third row. “I still can’t believe that guy didn’t go for a field goal!” Lance shouted. “I know. It’s like we’re watching an NFL game!” Shane said with excitement. No matter how things turned out tonight, Ray was damn proud of Dax – with his bad ass self. Scoring three touchdowns in one game. That was a bad ass if Ray ever saw one. Coach Willis called a time out. Everyone was on their feet on both sides of the field. He was talking to Hank, Dax, Billie and a few others Ray wasn’t familiar with.
“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?” her mother asked as she and Ava walked into her hotel room at the Doubletree Hilton in Helena. The room’s décor was all white for the exception of the dresser, bed backboard, and table. It was pretty plain for a hotel room by Hilton but Helena wasn’t the bustling metropolis New York was. Ava had the room all to herself. Her mother and father had separate rooms. “I believe so. I’m just curious about something,” Ava said as she sat on the bed. “How did you and Daddy find me? I’ve been missing for half a year.” “Oh, your father hired multiple private investigators. This last one had gotten a lead but what really sped things along was Lillian Steele.” “What!’ Ava shouted. Her shouting startled her mother, making her jump a little. “Sorry. Lillian told you and Daddy where I was? How does she know you two?” “She doesn’t. Through some P.I. work of her own, s
Ray and Ava were silent for at least a minute before one of them spoke.“You okay?” Ray asked as kept standing close to the doorway.“Physically, yes. The other part feels a bit disoriented. Just thirty minutes ago, we were coming from the movies, having a good time and the next minute - wham. Not only does my past come rushing back to me, it’s in the driveway. Ray, I . . . it just all clicked when I laid eyes on Daddy. My therapist warned me it could happen – all my memories coming back all of sudden but . . .”“You didn’t think it would actually happen that way,” Ray finished for her.“Yes.” Ava took a deep breath. She looked up at her love. Wait. Did she still love him? Now that she was whole – mentally, she wasn’t sure. Ray Steele wasn’t her type – usually. He was rich but he was much older than her and his lifestyle wasn’t what she was accustomed to for herself or in a man she dated. Then another thought struck her. “Oh my god, I got money.”“Yeah, that’s obvious.”“N
Lillian Steele had provided more information to Lester and Whitney on the Steele family on the way to the Hilton in Helena. They were one of the richest families in Montana – billionaire status in their own right. They just lived . . . they way that they do. It was strange to Lester but nonetheless he was going to address the patriarch like an equal. He wasn’t inclined to disrespect the man on his own property an in front of his family unless it was absolutely necessary. The Steele family watched Whitney guide Ava to the back of the house. Ava looked over her shoulder at them. Lester raised his hand to her, waving, letting her know everything was going to be all right. He turned his attention back to the Steeles. “Which one of you gentlemen is Raymond Steele?” “I am,” the tallest of the bunch said. “I’m Lester Bartholomew. And as I’m sure you have figured out by now I’m Ava’s father. And that was her mother, Whitney Bartholom
Within the hour, the Bartholomews were heading to Townsend. Whitney had contacted her former doctor in New York on advice on how to handle Ava’s condition. He had said that if she was working with a therapist some things might have come back to her by now. All Ava might need is a reminder of her past – like seeing people she knew from before in person. “Are you sure you’re alright, Lester? You haven’t used your wheelchair since we’ve landed,” Whitney said. He snorted. “I have to say I don’t think I’ve heard such concern for my welfare from you in years.” “I know it’s quite disturbing,” she said flatly. They both looked at each other. Then they smiled. “I’m fine. I guess it’s the adrenaline running through me. The only thing I regret in this moment is us not having some time alone together,” Lester said as he continued to look over at Whitney in the seat next to him. “The last time we had private time alone – I hav
The next day . . . December 30th “My god, what a ghastly place,” Whitney Bartholomew said as she looked out the limousine window. “It’s not that bad. The streets are clean and it seems like a good economy here,” Lester said as he looked out the other window. “Yes, but what is going on with the fashions here? At least ninety percent of the men are wearing cowboy hats. Even some of the women are wearing them.” she said with her nose turned up. Lester chuckled. “I guess that’s the fashion here. Despite Helena being a city, it’s rather rural.” Whitney grunted.The photo the woman had emailed his butler was legit. It was definitely Ava. She was standing in what looked like a downtown area, waiting to cross the street with what looked like a pre-teen boy wearing a cowboy hat.The Montana P.I. was still making progress but it was slow. When Lester had gotten the call it was the break he had been hoping for.
The next day, Lillian went to Helena and deposited the check Jesse had given her last night and to check in to another hotel there. It was another Super 8. She didn’t want to over spend while she was in Montana. She needed the money Jesse had given her to keep her condo in L.A and keep up her lifestyle there. In truth, Luke and Lillian had broken up three months ago. Without his money, she had to spend wisely. She had gone to L.A. to try to make it in the entertainment industry there. She had been an extra in a few movies and TV shows but nothing that led her to getting a real break. In Nashville, she had been featured in a few country western bars and clubs but she couldn’t get an agent. Luke had paid for her to record a single but it barely sold a hundred downloads. So, when she and Luke split up, she had thought she could make it in Hollywood. It was harder than she had expected it would be – and way more expensive. Lillian wasn’t lea
Ava and Jesse rode to the Super 8 in Bedford. It was almost ten in the morning. Ray had gone to work on the range. Dax had taken Tom with him to see Lana. Jesse had told Ray that he was driving Ava into town to do some shopping. Ava hated lying to Ray but what choice did she have? Dax had been right. In this case, Ray needed to be protected. The boys themselves needed to be protected. They didn’t say a word during the ride. Jesse didn’t speak until they were walking down the hall at the Super 8. “I still don’t believe it. I won’t believe it until I see her with my own eyes,” Jesse said. They stopped at room 203. Jesse knocked on the door. It didn’t take long for someone to open it. Lillian. “Son of a bitch,” Jesse said through gritted teeth as he stared at her. “Nice to see you, too, Jesse,” Lillian said with twisted lips. “You may as well come in. I don’t want to have this conversation in
It was almost bedtime when Ava went to Tom’s room. He was in blue plaid pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed.“Darling, I want to talk to you about something,” Ava said as she closed the door to his room.“What is it?”Ava walked to the bed and sat next to him. “Forgive me for bringing this up but . . . we never talked about your mother.”Tom physically shuttered but kept his eyes on her. “I don’t want to talk about her.”“Are you sure? You don’t want to talk to me about any . . . feelings you may have about her? I know what it’s like to have your own mother hurt you.”“You do? You remember your mother?” Tom asked with bewilderment. “You don’t have amnesia anymore?”“No, darling, I still have amnesia but I remember things from time to time. It comes sporadically.”“What does sporadica . . . ly mean?”“It means occasionally. I had a memory of my mother . . . doing to me what your mother did to your father.”“You had a husband?” Tom asked with furrowed brows.“No. He was my boyfrien
Two days later . . . It was still morning. Ava went into Tom’s room to change the sheets on his bed. As she was doing so, she noticed what looked like a set of new drawing pencils on Tom’s new drawing desk that Ray had bought him for Christmas. At one time, Ray had called Tom’s art meaningless doodling a young man needed to grow out of. But, now, Ray supported Tom’s talent to draw. I wonder when he got those? I don’t remember him buying them the last time we went shopping. Ava continued to make the bed. That’s when she noticed a brown case under the bed. She pulled it out. She had never noticed it before. The boys were out with Ray working the range so they wouldn’t be back till lunch. Ava unzipped the case. There were a few drawings in it. One was of a woman who looked to be standing next to a SUV in the fog . . . or snow. Ava wasn’t quite sure. She shifted to the other picture. A blonde, who looked very beautiful, but she had fangs. Bl