The Coyote Bluff Estate was more beautiful in person than it was online. Snow covered the landscaping. It was a huge log cabin home that was turned into a getaway. The two owners were friendly. They took them on a quick tore inside and then showed them to their rooms. Ava’s room was across the hall from Ray’s. They had lunch an hour before they had gotten to their location. So, they decided to get back in the truck and look around at the sites. Apparently, Ray hadn’t been to Kalispell in ten years. He had said a lot had changed since then. They took a tour of Glacier National Park to look at the scenery and the wildlife. When they had finished with that, they had gone to The Montana Club Restaurant for dinner. During dinner, Ray opened up to her, telling her more about his parents and grandparents.After dinner, they went back to the estate. It was almost eight o’clock.As they walked to their rooms, Ava said, “I have to say you seem more . . . relaxed than usual.”“Oh? We
“Hey, Ray,” Troy greeted as he approached. “Hey. You guys have fun?” Ray asked and sipped his scotch. “Oh, yeah. It was great. Me and my friends were talking and we hoped Ava would come with us tonight to a club.” “What she say?” “I don’t know, yet. My friends are asking her now but I had a feeling she wouldn’t say yes unless it’s okay with you.” “Oh. Well, if she really wants to go –” “You’ll be okay with that?” “Yeah.” “There’s just one thing, though.” “What?” “Um . . . do you mind staying behind? No offense. You’re a really cool guy but it would be pretty awkward to go to a nightclub with someone’s dad.” “What?” Ray said as his eyes narrowed. “Look, I’m sure you and Ava came up here to spend some father/daughter time together and I – I mean we don’t want to interfere in that, but, surely, you can give her one night out with peop
Ava pulled out of the kiss. “Kissing me isn’t going to fix this, Ray.” He released her. “I know,” he said as he entered the room, making her walk backwards a few steps. Once he had enough room, he turned to close the door and secured the deadbolt. “Oh, no,” Ava began sternly. “You’re not staying so we can talk. I’m done, Ray.” “I know,” he said as he took of his coat and black Stetson. As he tossed the hat on the desk and the coat on the chair, Ava said, “I mean it. Don’t get comfortable because you are not staying. I mean it.” “I know.” He loosened the first top buttons of his shirt then he had the nerve to sit on the edge of the king size bed. “What the hell are you doing?” “Taking my boots off,” he answered like there was nothing unorthodox about what he was doing. “Why are you – I don’t care why just leave them on and get out.” Ava walked to the other side of the room.
Ava was practically purring like a cat that was being rubbed the right way when Ray began moving up her body. He couldn’t hold out anymore. His goal was to give her as much pleasure as he could as a reward for being so patient while he sorted himself out. Ray hadn’t meant to make her cum so early like that, but the sound of her moans – and knowing he was the cause of it made him want to prove that he could satisfy her. And he was about to do it again whether she was ready or not. Ray got on his knees and lifted one smooth, luscious leg and placed it against him. Ava sultrily widened the other, knowing what he was about to do. He grabbed his manhood and placed the tip at her opening. Then he pushed in. “Uh,” Ava moaned as he slowly entered her soaking, wet pussy. Ray tried going slow at first since she was so tight, but something rose up in him. Like an animal had awakened in him that smelled a hottie in heat. He began thrusting in her –
Ava finished getting ready as quick as she could. She couldn’t wait for Ray to come back over. So, she went to his door. Ray opened it with a smile. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?” He wore a maroon-colored long sleeve shirt with pearl snap buttons and black jeans. Ava grinned. “I always love to see you and as fast as I can, but . . . I came over instead of waiting for you because I had another memory as I was getting dressed. This was the first memory she has told him about in a while. She hadn’t told him about the last few. “Oh?” Ray said as he stood aside, letting her in. Ava walked in as she told him about what she had remembered. “I could have been to Townsend before. I mean . . . the woman invited me to her wedding to a man with the last name Townsend. He could be a descendant of the founder of the town. Or a descendant of someone who lived in the town when it was first established.” “Hmm. I don’t know,
What the hell was I thinking? I haven’t rode a bull in five years. The same for barrel racing. Roping a calf? I do that all the time. But the other things I’m rusty on. I gotta be. I’m older now, too. I could break my damn neck out there. But it was too late now. Ray had paid the entry fees for the three contests and met Lou’s new wife, all the while Ava looked up at him dreamily like a teenage girl who had a big crush. He couldn’t back out. He would look like a coward if he did. And he didn’t want to disappoint Ava. She seemed excited at the prospect of him possibly breaking his neck in the arena. Nathan and Kevin had congratulated Ray and Ava on their new relationship. And asked about how the rest of the football season went for the Broadwater Bulldogs. They had nearly flipped out of their boots when Ray had told them the Bulldogs had won the championship game. Then they had hooted and hollered when Ray told them how well Dax had played that nigh
Ray had won first place for bull riding and breakaway roping. He had two blue ribbons and nine thousand dollars in prize money. “I had no idea the prize money was so substantial in a rodeo,” Ava said as they walked upstairs at The Coyote Bluff Estate. Ray nodded. “Contestants can win up to ten to twelve thousand, depending on how many people are in the contests and how many there are in.” “Wow,” Ava mumbled. They got outside of their rooms. “So . . . would you like to come to my room tonight?” Ray asked. Ava’s body tingled all over at the proposition. “Yes. Just let me grab some things, and I’ll be right over.” **** Ray had taken off his boots and socks. His clothes were dusty and dirty and so was he. He had asked Ava to give him a half hour to take a quick shower. He didn’t want to smell like horse sweat and dust
Monday . . . Ray and Ava had arrived back to Townsend around ten a.m. The boys were already in school and Jesse and the hands were out on the range. Ray and Ava had spent their extra day in Kalispell in bed. The owners had said that only Ray’s room was available for Sunday but Ava’s had been booked. It was no big deal as far as they had been concerned. Ava just moved into Ray’s room for one day – and it was the best day Ray has had in a very long time. After Ray had helped Ava to get her packages and luggage to the cottage, they had a quickie. Afterwards, he reluctantly left her to go to the stables. He wanted to check on Nicklaus and the rest of the horses. Ray had no idea how Nicklaus’s trip had gone so he radioed Jesse to meet him at the stables. Ray was looking over his favorite horse when Jesse walked in – with Gill, Lance, and Matthew. They caught him up to speed and said it was good to have him back.For some reason, Lance seemed
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
“Mom?” Tom stretched out. It’s like he couldn’t believe it – just like Dax couldn’t believe it. “Oh, Tom,” she nearly cried. “My god, look at you. You’ve must have grown a foot since I’ve last seen you. Maybe a little more. My baby boy is growin’ up.” “A person can do a lot of . . . growing in two years when you don’t see them,” Tom said with a frown. “Oh, honey. Please know I’ve missed you – and your brother. But . . .” “But what?” Tom asked, urging her to go on. “But Uncle Luke meant more to you than us? But you were too busy to even call? But you were more concerned about singing for strangers than your own family? But –” “Tom,” Dax interrupted. “What you’re saying isn’t helping.” Tom whirled on him. “It’s helping me!” Dax rocked backwards, taken aback by Tom shouting in such a deep voice. Tom’s voice wasn’t changing – yet. Or he didn’t think so anyway. “Tom, I can explain, h
After Ava had made Dax shower and get dressed, he took his new truck out for a spin with Ray. Then the guys cleaned the den up for Ava while she enjoyed her gifts – especially her new jewelry. She even had time to call Redd and Mrs. Porter to wish them a Merry Christmas. Then Ava prepared an early lunch.It was now twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Ray and Ava were curled up on the sofa watching The Santa Clause with Tom in the floor watching it, too, as he played around with his new cell phone. Jesse had left a few minutes ago to give his various girls their gift cards for Christmas. Dax walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans, his new boots, and a navy blue sweater with a white dress shirt underneath. “Dad, can I go to Lana’s and give her a ride in my new truck?” Ray raised one brow wondering if he should let him. “I don’t know, son. It is Christmas.” Ava turned to her love. “Let him go,” she cooed. Ray snorted with amus
Christmas Day . . . Ava had woken at six a.m. to get a big Christmas breakfast on the table in the dining room. She wanted Christmas Day to be special for all of them. This morning, the boys didn’t bother getting dressed. They came downstairs in their robes and pajamas. Ray was dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved sweater. Jesse showed up wearing a sweater, too. At least they weren’t those ugly Christmas sweaters. There was at least four inches of snow outside. It had snowed a little yesterday and overnight. Ray went outside and asked Ava to keep the kids busy in the dining room while he was out there. She wasn’t sure why, but she could tell he was up to something. He had returned just when they were starting to eat. The boys sucked their breakfast down so fast that Ava worried that they were going to make themselves sick. They were excited to get the exchanging of gifts underway. They practically ran thr