Go West~Chapter 42

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Go West

by DiVoran Lites

Chapter Forty Two

Aldon

Aldon leaned back supporting himself with a hand on the warm rock. Because Ellie was already peeved with him, he didn’t interrupt her to point out the beaver swimming toward its lodge with a stick in its mouth. He had a hunch something was going to happen soon that would either make his life better or ruin it forever, and it all depended on Ellie.

         “It’s warm in California in winter and I figure I could get a job.” Ellie wasn’t looking at him which showed that she knew he was hurting, but he certainly wasn’t going to show it in any way. He’d be as polite as a stranger and then they’d go back down to camp and he’d begin preparing to lose her forever.

“Can’t blame you for that. My brother, Bill, loves it out there.” He forced his words past the lock in his throat.

“Why don’t you go too?” Now she looked quickly at him and away again as if she’d said something unseemly.

“Somebody has to stay here and look after the ranch. Aunt Gertrude’s got a gentleman friend now. New man in town, lawyer, widower. She’s going to get married, and Nancy doesn’t want to be in their way, so she’s coming back to the ranch. But she and Molly can’t run the ranch by themselves. If we didn’t have the Solanos, we wouldn’t be able to pay off the loans we’ve been forced to get…” Aldon paused. When he resumed, his voice was low and gravelly. “Maybe you’ll run into Bill out there. He’s right there in Hollywoodland. Is that close to where you want to be?”

“I think so,” she answered. “I did some reading. Los Angeles has a good climate. There seems to be plenty of jobs.”

“What would you work at then, doin’ hair?” he asked.

“Probably, something like that.” Her blues eyes looked into his and he clenched his teeth to keep his feelings at bay.

“Maybe Bill could help you get a job in the movies. They need people to do hair, don’t they?” He forced himself to smile.

“Yes, and they might need more wranglers and stunt men. Is there any chance Bill would want to come home any time soon?” Now, Ellie’s eyes held pleading that threw him as if he’d been bucked off a mean stallion and was going to get stomped. He decided to speak reasonably, rationally, as if her questions didn’t affect him in the least. It was like trying not to scare a frightened filly away.

“I don’t know. I suppose he might. He could run the ranch, for sure. He’s got a girlfriend now. But I can’t ask him to do it. He’s been sending money right along.” Aldon heard the faint sounds of the cow bell and knew it was time for supper.

“I guess we might as well head back.” Ellie said.

“Yep,” Aldon wiped the back of his hand under his cheek bone and started back down the trail. Ellie followed, meek and quiet.

A Christmas Banquet~Ino’s Love

Christmas Banquet

 

27  reading days until Christmas and have we got a treat for you! Marianne Sciucco has a wonderful short for us today, Ino’s Love.  It is a story of a mother’s uncondtional love and exemplifies I Corinthians chapter 13.

Marianne, share with us why you chose to write a Christmas story.

Christmas is a special time for me, a time to celebrate all that is good about the human heart, the human spirit. It’s all about the birth of Christ, who came to us to teach us how to be close to God and live together peacefully. But we seem to have lost our way where Christmas is concerned. For too many, December 25th is just an excuse for a commercial free-for-all. Don’t get me wrong, gifts are a wonderful thing, but sometimes we’re so wrapped up in the trimmings of the holiday we forget about the people at the center of it: our family and our loved ones.  I wrote Ino’s Love to demonstrate the spirit of Christmas, of putting people first, of caring for and loving others even when they’re not family. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Ino's Love ebook Cover by Jorge Vidals

 

Ino’s Love is the perfect length to enjoy while waiting on an appointment or in the school pick up line.

Available as a Kindle book for $.99, and  free on Kindle Unlimited.  
Also in audiobook on Amazon for $3.46, on Audible and iTunes  for $3.95.

The Blurb

Elderly Ino awaits a visit from her loving but absent son to celebrate Christmas, preparing his favorite meal in spite of her health concerns and disabilities. When he disappoints her she shares his gifts and dinner with her devoted and trustworthy home health aide Ruby. Sometimes the people who love us best are not family.

About Marianne

Marianne Sciucco, AuthorMarianne Sciucco is not a nurse who writes but a writer who happens to be a nurse. A lover of words and books, she dreamed of becoming an author when she grew up but became a nurse to avoid poverty. She later brought her two passions together and writes about the intricate lives of people struggling with health and family issues. Her debut novel “Blue Hydrangeas,” an Alzheimer’s love story, is a Kindle bestseller, IndieReader Approved, a BookWorks featured book, a Library Journal Self-e Selection, a 5-star Readers Favorite, and winner of IndieReCon’s Best Indie Novel Award, 2014. She also has two short stories available on Kindle, “Ino’s Love” and “Collection.” Marianne is currently working on a YA novel, “Swim Season,” about the new girl on the team who challenges a longstanding school record, to be released in 2015. A dedicated Swim Mom for ten years, you can find her during swim season at one of many Skyline Conference swim meets cheering for her daughter and her team. A native Bostonian, Marianne lives in New York’s Hudson Valley, and when not writing works as a campus nurse at a community college. She loves books, the beach, and craft beer, and especially enjoys the three of them together.

Marianne would enjoy hearing from you. Here are some links to connect.

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I have a new release! 

Christmas Vows 

It is the final book in my Seasons of Faith series. For the entire month of November I am offering it for 99 cents.

You might want to pick up Summer Storms, book 1 of the series too. It is FREE  until December 1, 2015

Christmas Vows Red and Gold

 

 

 

 

 

A Recipe for Thanks Giving

I am blessed to be surrounded by talented authors and artists. Recently, DiVoran Lites sent me a picture she titled , A Fresh Journal Page. I loved the contrasts and the way it captured the essence of Florida. My friend, Janet Perez Eckles is an international speaker, an author and a blogger. This week she shared her recipe for Thanks Giving. As soon as I read it, I wanted to combine DiVoran’s photo with Janet’s words. After I completed it, I sent a copy to DiVoran and almost sent a copy to Janet. I didn’t, because Janet is blind, I hope you enjoy their art and words as much as I enjoyed joining them.

A Thanks Giving Recipe

 

DiVoran’s Promise Posters, Paintings from Go West as well as other art can be purchased as note cards  and framable art

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To read Janet’s  Thanks Giving blog click HERE

Go West~Chapter 41

Chapter 41

 

Go West

by DiVoran Lites

Chapter Forty-one

Aldon

It was time for fall round-up, and Aldon was anxious to move the cattle down the mountain before they decided to move themselves. The three-year-old cows had such a strong homing instinct that if no one came for them by the end of summer they’d start down on their own. He knew if that happened the cattle could fall off cliffs, get caught in brush, or be attacked by predators. He had taken the foreman’s job so it was his responsibility to get the cattle safely back to the ranch.

Checking to see that everyone was equipped for the trip, he looked first at Ellie and his heart did cartwheels. She wore her new Stetson and a pair of jeans that would fit a young lad. She had on her dainty leather gloves and Aldon was glad to know that her violinist hands would be protected from the rough work of riding, roping, and carrying kindling once they arrived at the line cabin. All riders had multi-purpose bandanas around their necks. They could use them for carrying freshly caught fish or wild strawberries — not both at the same time, of course. A bandana would keep dust out of their noses or double as a washrag, also it could be handy as a bandage or tourniquet.

Aldon wore his Colt 45s in their holsters slung at hip level and his bullets snugged into the slots of his ammunition belt around his waist. His rifle fit snugly in its case under the stirrup fender.

“You look ready for anything,” Aldon said, as he watched Ellie gracefully mount Summer. He was proud of her. She had learned so much and so had he. She neither looked at him nor smiled. He’d heard of broken hearts, but he’d never had a taste of what one might feel like before.

Aldon never got tired of heading out after the cattle when the air was as crisp and pure as cold apple cider, and the leaves on the aspens twinkled silver and gold. As they climbed, he saw more wildflowers than he’d ever seen before. A small patch of snow in perpetual shade had glacier lilies growing near it, while a stump at the top of a rise grew Columbines at its base. He must remember to tell Ellie they were the state flower – that is if they ever really talked to each again. They passed Mirror Lake where mountains reflected in the lake were perfect duplicates of the ones that towered above. The day passed quickly and by the time they got to the line cabin it was almost dark.

Aldon built up the campfire and stood watching while Ellie hooked a pot of beans onto the trivet that straddled it

“Will you walk up to the beaver dam with me?” he asked her. “It’ll take a while for supper to get warmed up. Kenny can stir the beans and keep them from burning.

Ellie sighed, but still wouldn’t look at him.

“Come on, please.” He tugged on her jacket sleeve. “I need to talk to you.”

“Oh all right,” she shrugged. “Let’s go.” She followed silently as he led up the trail.

When they got to the pond she looked around and he could tell she was remembering the last time they were here. They sat down on the clean, flat rock that was still warm from the sun.

“I don’t think the rattler would have struck at you, so my action might have been too impulsive.” Aldon said. “I’ve always had a hair-trigger when it comes to looking after people. It’s a bad habit and I want you to know that I’m asking God help me to change.”

“I agree, but don’t over-do it. Sometimes people need protection, especially around poisonous snakes.” She still didn’t look at him, but at least she was talking.

“The thing is,” he said, feeling he hadn’t made his point. “I’m praying hard about developing some self-control.”

“You don’t have to do it on my account,” Ellie said. “I’m not going to be around here that long.

“What?” he jerked his head toward her and stared. His felt as if his heart had stopped circulating. “You’re leaving?”

“I don’t want you to feel like you did something wrong. You were trying to keep the peace in the dance and that was part of your job as a community leader. I’m not exactly pleased with the idea people have of me now, but Enrico has treated me respectfully since then. You didn’t think I did anything to encourage him, did you? I didn’t mean to.” She pressed her lips together.

“No! He didn’t need any encouragement. He thought he should have everything his way — we all think that sometimes, I suppose. But I want to know…am I driving you away?”

“No. I’m going partly because of the weather. I don’t want to be here in the wintertime. It’s cold enough in Chicago to freeze your toes off, and I hear it’s as bad in this place. The ranch won’t need me. I’d just get in the way.”

“But where are you going? Winter’s pretty common most everywhere.”

“I’m thinking about heading for California.” She ran her fingers through her hair and then smoothed it down.

 

DiVoran’s Promise Posters, Paintings from Go West as well as other art can be purchased as note cards  and framable art

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