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I looked at my parents and then my grandma who nodded her head and smiled.

  “Col.  do tell him always and forever he’ll know what it means.”

A smile came to the old man’s face as he once again pats her hand.

   “I’ll tell him miss don’t you worry.”

He gets up and starts to head out the door.  When my ma stops him.

  “Col. if there is anything you or Ms. Leta needs please let us know.”

   “Thank you Mrs. Meadows, thank you very much.”

  He walks out the door with my pa.  I looked over to grandma.

    “He looks so broken. I wish there was something I could do for him.”

    “ You did just by what you said to him. “

Weeks passed and there was no news on Nathan.  The war raged on and more young lives were lost on both sides.  I found myself wondering if I would ever see Nathan and yet there was that one hope that I would turn around one day and he would be there at the stream and we could pick up our lives.

   It was a warm Sunday afternoon I sat under the tree by the stream as I had done since I spoke with the Col.  Sometime I would just sit and watch the clouds, other times I would think of Nathan and pray he would come home to me. I closed my eyes and began to talk in a low voice as if Nathan was beside me.

  “Nathan, I wish you were here so I knew that you were alright. I’ve been worried for so long to hear any news on you.  Oh I wish you could hear me.”

With my eyes closed I didn’t notice that Nathan had indeed walked to the banks of the stream and was standing there in front of me.

   “I can hear you silly. I’m right here.”

I opened my eyes and there was Nathan standing before me with on crutches but he was standing there before me. I jumped up and put my arms around me.

“Nathan!”

“Darcy, Darcy careful you’ll knock me down. “

I stepped back and tried to stop the tears in my eyes.

  “How did you get here? How are you, how…?”

He slowly made his way to the tree and leaned up against the trunk.

  “You’ll have to ask me one question at a time Darcy.”

  There were so many questions I wanted to ask and so many things I wanted to tell him but for now just to stand here and see him before me.

   “I know the last time we were here I promised you I would do something. Well if you can forgive me for not getting on one knee I’ll try to do this right.”

He gently takes my hand and smiles

   “Darcy Christine Meadows would you do me the favor and be my wife? I’d get on one knew if it would make you answer faster.”

I looked at him and smiled.

   “Yes, I will marry you Nathan, today, tomorrow whenever and where ever you want.”

         It was a dream come true for both of us. I was to be married in my mother’s wedding dress. As I stood in front of the mirror looking at the image. “Well girl this is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for since you were six years old. The day you become Mrs. Nathan Gower.” The door of her room opens and her father stands there looking at his little girl and smiles.

  “You look so happy Darcy and I’m so proud of you.”.

*****

THE END

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Reaching Climax with the Cowboy

How Her Heart

was won

By: Jolene Clark

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Reaching climax the Cowboy

Kaylee Morrison was just an average girl, the only girl in the family still single. It was at her younger cousin’s wedding when a remark made by a neighbor started Kaylee wondering if there would ever be a day when she would be throwing the bouquet instead of being the one trying to catch it.

   It was a warm afternoon and the little church in town was packed for the wedding of Kaylee’s cousin, Celeste, to a local boy.  All the girls who were over nineteen and married were sitting in the front row. Kaylee, as usual, was part of the wedding party. The old saying ‘always a bridesmaid, never a bride’ seemed to fit Kaylee. With the ceremony over, the reception that immediately was also not as delightful as Kaylee expected. Kaylee heard whisper of rumors that were hurtful and made her feel uncomfortable the whole time there. The following day, Kaylee returned to work at Miss Lucille’s bridal shop. As she was checking through dressing rooms she noticed someone left a bridal magazine on the bench. It had the recent styles from Europe which were quite interesting. As Kaylee thumbed through the pages, she came to the last four pages where there were classifieds. Here were individuals looking for brides/ husbands. So engrossed with the classifieds, she didn’t notice Miss Lucille walk by the room and stop.

     “Miss Kaylee, what are you doing?”

Startled, Kaylee put down the book and stood up.

   “I was just getting ready to clean up the room Miss Lucille.”

She gathers the three dresses and was about to leave the dressing room when Miss Lucille saw the book.

    “These are very nice.”

She picks up the book and looks at the styles.

   “Do you think you could possibly copy some of these style, Kaylee?

    “I don’t know Miss Lucille, if I had time to study the styles maybe, but the materials we’d need have to send away for. The lace is Irish and Italian, Miss Lucille. Can we find a supplier here who can have it shipped to us?”

She handed the book to Kaylee and smiles.

   “Let me know if you can design one of ours to look like these. We’ll put it in the store window for the spring line.”

    “Yes, ma’am.”

  She hurries out to the styling room where her next appointment for a fitting was waiting. Kaylee gave the young woman a single and proceeded to make the young girl feel like a princess and that this was to be the most exciting dress she would ever wear.  Three hours later, Kaylee was making her way home in the pouring rain. It was cold and damp as the rain seeped through her coat right to her bones.  She turned the corner and saw her Aunt Alice’s carriage outside her home. Slowly she made her way up to the door. From the other room her mother called out,

  “Kaylee, could you come in here for a moment?”

   She removed her coat and hat and walked into the dining room. Her aunt took one look at her and shook her head.

  “I’m telling you Rose; look at what she looks like. You’ll never see a man wanting to marry her. Look at her, she looks like a drowned cat. I swear the girl has none of the Benson looks she got all the Morrison side looks. Pity none of them had an eye for style and class. Rose you know it’s true that sister of James’s Lordy was she ever a homely girl. She ended up being an old maid if I remember.”

Kaylee looked at her aunt. True she had married off all her daughters’ and neither one was pretty, yet to Rose Morrison her nieces were the center of her life. For years, Kaylee knew she was never the favorite in the family she was always considered the black sheep. The more Kaylee tried to please her mother the more Rose found something to complain about that she did something all wrong or why couldn’t she be more like her cousins. There was never a time when Kaylee was given not praise but a kind word. Rose Morrison thought of only her family completely ignoring the young girl who had been supporting her for the past ten years since her husband died when Kaylee was only seventeen. When James Morrison passed away the January morning, it was Kaylee who abandoned her college plans and went to work. The only job she could get was to work for Miss Lucille’s dress shop. Lucille had seen her talent and knew she could bring a lot of money to the dress shop. Kaylee had an eye for style and class and Lucille wanted her shop to be one of a kind in White Plains. Having an elite dress shop so close to New York had many pluses.

  “I’m very sorry mama. I got caught in the rain coming home. I’ll go up and change.”

It was then that Aunt Alice spoke.

   “Well, I have no time to wait. I only came to tell you my brother in law’s daughter is going to Miss Lucille’s tomorrow and wants you to help her pick out a dress. I do hope you’ll look better than you do now.”

Kaylee keeps her head down knowing if she looks up Aunt Alice would continue to insult her. But Aunt Alice was not finished.

  “Are you listening to me, Kaylee? Rose I swear didn’t you teach this girl anything about manners? She just stands there like a scared rabbit. I’m telling you she’s going to disgrace the family by being the old maid. People already think she’s a bit backward and touched in the head. My Lord Martha Morgan asked me just the other day if she wasn’t touched in the head. We’ll be the laughing stock of all New York.”

Rose looked at her sister

  “Funny she’s never asked me anything like that about her.”

Kaylee had heard enough and ran up the stairs. Alice looked at her sister.

Chapter Two

     Upstairs in her room, Kaylee held back her tears. Aunt Alice had no right to say those hurtful things about her and her mother just stood there. She didn’t defend her once. She looked on the floor near her bed where the magazine was. She picked it up and looked at a few of the classifieds stopping at one that caught her eye. “Comfortable thirty-three-year-old rancher interested in a young lady between the ages of twenty-six and thirty-three to marry.  She must be willing to relocate to Wyoming near the town of Jackson. All inquiries will be kept confidential.  Please send responses to this publication to Add M 34.”

“Well let’s see Mr. M 34 if I can get your attention.”

She spent the better part of the evening composing the letter stating her qualifications and interests. After her fourth try at the letter, she was pleased with it and placed it in the envelope. She glanced at the clock on the mantel and noticed it was already eleven o’clock. She got ready for bed she would mail the letter tomorrow.

  Sometime during the night, the rain had stopped and the start of a new day promised to give us some sunshine. She came down the stairs only to find Rose had left her a note stating she was at Mrs. De Rosa’s. Kaylee left and headed for the post office to get the letter mailed. As she made her way to the window, she was greeted by Mr. Jensen.

  “Well, morning Miss Kaylee. What can I do for you this morning? Horace Jensen had known Kaylee since she was a little girl. He always said she was one of the nicest girls in town and hard working.”

Kaylee smiled at him.

   “I’d like to mail this letter Mr. Jensen, and could you tell me about how long it will take to get there?”

  He looks at the address then back to her

   “Well, it’s going to Chicago that will take at least five to six days Miss Kaylee. We get a lot of letters to go there. Is Miss Lucille sending for some of those new dresses that are in the catalogue?”

   “Are you sure Mr. Jensen? By the way how do you know about the dresses Mr. Jensen?”

   “Oh, Miss Kaylee most of the women in this town get this magazine every month. What I’d like to see is Miss Lucille making one of those dresses for you. You’d sure make a pretty bride Miss Kaylee.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Jensen.”

   Kaylee begins to blush as she smiles at the man and makes her way out of the post office and heads for Miss Lucille’s. As she makes her way up the main street she wonders if you would miss the city, would she be willing to give up all this and live on a peaceful stretch of land in Wyoming. To give up the hustle and bustle of White Plains and take life a bit slower. She realizes that she was thinking a bit ahead since she just sent the letter out and there was no guarantee that the mysterious M34 would even consider her from her letter. Standing there

Waiting for the traffic cop to allow her to cross the street, he does and she smiles at him.

  As she got to the front door of the shop, she sees Aunt Alice in the waiting room at Lucille’s looking at the clock. She sees Kaylee walk in the door and immediately walks up to her.

    “Kaylee, we’ve been waiting here for you for ten minutes!”

   “Aunt Alice I’m on time I don’t have to get here until eight o’clock and its eight-o-one right now. The store doesn’t open until eight o’clock how did you get in?”

     “Oh I had the cleaning staff let me in and I said you’re late!”

   Her voice started to get louder and at this point, Miss Lucille‘s attention and she was walking over to them.   

     “Is there a problem here?”

      Alice looked at Lucille.

    “Yes, Your employee here is late and we had an appointment for eight o’clock this morning, and she comes in late, and now she’s denying I had an appointment, what type of establishment are you running that lets employees come in late and leave clients to wait?

  Lucille looks at Kaylee.

    “Miss Morrison is this true you had an appointment with Mrs….”

    Alice looks at Lucille

    “Whitfield, Alice Whitfield.”

   Lucille nodded

    “Did you have an appointment with Mrs. Whitfield Miss Morrison?”

      “She says she did, we can check the appointment book to make sure.”

    Lucille went over to the front desk and checked with the receptionist. In a few moments, she returns.

     “I’m sorry Mrs. Whitfield but there is no appointment for you in the book.”

      “That’s a lie! I tell you I demand to get service here and now.”

    Lucille tries to calm her down.

    “Mrs. Whitfield I can have you seen by another seamstress if that is agreeable to you.”

     “I’m sorry I cannot agree on those conditions and I will not be using your facilities again. Good day.”

       With that, she storms of the shop with her brother in law’s daughter. Lucille looks at Kaylee.

       “I’m sorry, Miss Morrison.”

         “No, I’m sorry Miss Lucille I should have been a bit more tactful with my aunt.”

         “She’s your aunt?”

      Kaylee puts her head down and nods.

       “Well, there poses another problem. I’m sorry Kaylee I’m going to have to let you go. “

    Kaylee looks at her.

    “Let me go?”

    “I just can’t afford to have her outburst like that with clients in the store. I’m sorry you’ll have to go.”

   Kaylee looks at the woman who gave her a chance at a decent job and because her aunt she is now out of a job. When will it all end? This curse that seems to follow her.

Kaylee turns to leave when Lucille stops her.

  “Kaylee wait a moment.”

  She stepped into her office in a few minutes she returns.

  “This is your salary for the days you’ve worked. Again I’m sorry to lose you, Kaylee.”

    “I’m sorry to leave also.”

       “Good luck Kaylee.”

   She nods and walks out the door.

Chapter Three

For the next few weeks Kaylee tried to find some place to work, but thanks to her Aunt Alice and her vicious tongue the story of why Lucille let go of her was due to Kaylee’s incompetence. Of course it was a lie but it made sure no one would hire Kaylee.  It seemed Alice was interested making sure her niece would never have success.

    Three weeks had passed and Kaylee still had no job. She went to the post office each day hoping to get an answer. Right now it was the only hope she had left. She walked into the post office and saw a smile on Mr. Jensen’s face. As she got up to the window and Mr. Jensen hands her the letter.

  “Is this what you were waiting for Kaylee?”

  All Kaylee could think of was to get the letter and get home and read it.

   “Oh thank you, Mr. Jensen, thank you so much.”

    She headed out the post office and made her way back home when she noticed her aunt’s carriage in front of the house. Well going home was out of the question so she thought or a moment and decided the church would be the perfect place. It the quiet corner of the chapel up the street Kaylee sat and read the letter from the mysterious M34. “Dear Kaylee, I received your letter and am very interested in meeting you. I would be willing to have you come out to Wyoming where you can see for yourself that it truly is beautiful. If you find it’s what you are looking for we can make future arrangements, if it’s not what you are looking for I will pay for your way back home to New York. Enclosed you will find a picture of me and train fare for you to get out here. I await your response. Gil Cosgrove.”