 
Mountains

of

Love

The "Dove Valley Series"

Book 1

A Story of Faith, Redemption,

and Timeless Love

by: Tammy Hesler

Copyright 2018 by Tammy James Hesler

# Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Final Thought

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# Chapter 1

Ezekiel woke to a bright light shining in his eyes. He blinked rapidly against the harsh illumination. A beeping noise resonated from somewhere nearby. Forcing his eyes open he found the source of the annoying sound. It was some sort of monitor.

The action of moving his head caused a fierce, hot pain to shoot through his skull. He raised his hand, to find the cause of his agony, but he was restrained. Feeling a pinch, he looked down and noticed his hand was bleeding. It was no use, he could not get free. The questions began running through his mind. _Was someone holding him captive? He had to get out of here, but where was he?_ "Ok," Zeke said, "There has to be a logical explanation." He just needed to calm down and think. He felt so groggy if he could just clear his head, he might get some answers. _How had he gotten here? Where was here? What was the last thing he remembered?_ Nothing came to him no matter how hard he tried to recall what happened. He opened his mouth to call out to someone, anyone, but the pain seared through his face like fire once more. _This was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare!_

Ezekiel closed his eyes and then suddenly, he had a slight memory of flying backward through the air and landing outside of a door. As he lay there trying to make sense of what was going on, he remembered a boot crushing his cheekbone. He distinctly recalled the metallic taste of blood in his mouth; dimly he realized that this must be related to the gap he felt where one of his back teeth had once been. The huge man had shown no mercy, as he put Zeke in a headlock and rammed his head into the side of a truck. That was the last thing he could recall before the lights had gone out.

Then he saw her, his angel, his beautiful mother, Bonnie Kate. She stepped closer and he inhaled her scent. She smelled like home and goodness and everything wonderful that was uniquely her.

"Zeke, you're awake! Keep calm Son. You must settle yourself down. Stop moving around, before you get hurt." She said, noticing the bloodstained sheet and dislodged IV needle.

His face had turned crimson from the exertion of trying to get free. "Get these off me now!" He demanded, through his teeth.

She gently stroked his head,"Quiet down now and I will find the nurse and she will remove the restraints." She assured him, pushing the nurse call button.

Turning empathic eyes on him, "I'm so sorry you had to go through this Zeke, but believe me, there was no choice, they had to put those on because you were thrashing around and could have done further damage."

She wiped away tears of joy, "Son, listen to me your injuries are severe. You have been in a coma for almost a week now. I know it may be hard for you to understand because you're medicated, so just lie still please. Let me get the nurse, and I will finish explaining what happened."

Ezekiel closed his eyes, allowing the welcome rush of a relief, to flood through him. The utterly confusing blurred reality, he had upon awakening, was slowly coming into focus.

Karen, the night nurse entered the room and stopped short at seeing him awake. She shook her head, causing long, dangling, earrings to jingle. Then, she propped her hands on her ample hips, displaying a set of ultra-hot, pink glittery nails, and said, "Well, now, sir, it looks like you've decided to rejoin the living!"

Zeke watched Karen bustle over and check his vital signs. The smell of antiseptic struck his nose. He felt the expected prick, as he watched her reinsert the IV needle.

When finished, Karen leaned in to hug Bonnie, "We have a lot to be thanking the good Lord for." She gave her old friend a long appraising look. Her upswept copper hair was as neat as always. But the rings under her eyes had traveled as far down as her beautifully prominent cheekbones.

Ezekiel didn't miss Karen's scrutiny of Bonnie Kate. Knowing his mom the way he did, he was certain, that no one could have dragged her away from this hospital to go home and get rest. She had always been fiercely dedicated to her family.

When Karen finally left, he fixed his mother with an imploring stare, "Tell me" He whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy,"I want to know what happened"

Bonnie Kate turned her eyes to the monitor for a long moment, simply listening to the sound of her son's heartbeat. She remained quiet, just, finding peace in the fact that her prayers were answered. She still had her son. Her eyes swung back to drink in the sight of her Ezekiel. His six foot three frame took up every inch of the hospital bed. He was in definite need of a shave. The scruffy beard covered his strong cleft chin, he and his twin brothers had inherited from their father. His light blue eyes matched hers perfectly. Bonnie knew she was blessed with three very handsome boys.

They were a handful when they were young, and things didn't get any easier with three teenage males in her house. Still, she loved the good and bad. Her mother gave her some advice that held true all through the child-rearing days. She used to say, "When they are little they step on your feet, but when they are big, they step on your heart." All she could do was hope and pray that her son would come to realize his destructive behavior was not only affecting him but everyone who loved him.

After collecting her thoughts, she finally said, "All I know is what I was told. The police report said that, you showed up around 9:00 PM at Long Necks Bar on horseback. As a matter-of-fact, you rode your horse straight into the bar. That event evidently raised quite a ruckus until Gus, the bartender, made you park Pegasus outside. Obviously, you had already had a few drinks, and from what everyone said, more than a few. You challenged Bull Boone to a game of pool. After playing a few rounds, his wife Jeannie came into the bar to try to drag him out and take him home.

I've always felt sorry for her; she's been trying to straighten him up for years. Anyhow, apparently you made a rude and obscene comment to her. It seems as though Mr. Boone didn't take too kindly to that, of course. According to all the witnesses, he broke the pool stick over your head, and that is when the fight broke out. Of course, I say fight, but I don't think you were in any shape to put up any sort of fight at all. The eyewitnesses said that, you were way too drunk to even attempt to defend yourself. Bull almost beat you to death. He would have succeeded, but the bartender had called the police the minute the fight broke out."

Zeke stared up at the white tiled ceiling as he listened to the story. Flashes of that night were still coming back in bits and pieces. It was like, it never even happened to him, except this pain was very real. He recalled arriving at the bar looking to have a little fun after a hard day of working cows. Everything after that was just a blur.

Ezekiel looked up when he heard the hospital door open. There stood a tall figure with a large brimmed cowboy hat, faded jeans, and a western shirt. This modern-day cowboy was a solid mountain of a man that he was proud to call Pop. He looked like he had just stepped out of an old western movie. In fact, everyone in town had always compared his parents to John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara.

Bronson froze in mid-step with the coffee cup at his lips. "Well Son, it's about time you got your lazy backside up, you've been snoozing for about a week." He drawled, with his lips curving ever so slightly upward. Braun, as his friends called him, was still an impressive figure, with a six foot five sturdy frame. The gray hair curling up around the brim of his cowboy hat gave him a distinctive rugged look.

Bonnie Kate ran to hug him. "Can you believe it, Braun? He's awake, and back with us. Thanks be to God!"

Bronson stroked her hair and ran a gentle finger down her cheek. "You're right my love, this is truly a miracle!" He turned his attention back to his son.

Ezekiel watched his father warily. After hearing the story, he wasn't pleased with himself. But, his father was certainly going to hit the roof. The Bartlett boys had been raised to have the utmost respect for women. Bronson had insisted that his sons were always to be gentlemen. They were taught to open doors, carry heavy packages and most certainly, never use any strong language in front of one.

Zeke closed his eyes in dread, as his father approached him. With each boot step, he could feel himself tensing more and more. Suddenly that large work-hardened hand clamped down on his shoulder. When the hand began to shake, he lifted his curious gaze up to his Pop.

He was stunned, the massive mountain of a man, who had never once shown any signs of weakness, was having a complete breakdown. He covered his father's hand with his and matched Bronson's tears with a few of his own. Braun abruptly stopped after a moment and got himself under control. Turning to Bonnie Kate, he said, "We must give thanks to God." He led her by the hand to kneel and pray for Ezekiel's continued healing.

# Chapter 2

"Man, what a fantastically gorgeous springtime day, I must say, sir, I am feeling downright chipper just to be out of that stinking hospital bed." Zeke said, turning to his old bloodhound Huckleberry, as he collapsed back onto his living room sofa, and turned on the TV.

Suddenly, the doorbell interrupted Ezekiel's ballgame. He sighed at the thoughts of having to try and pull himself back up off of the couch. His cast felt like it weighed a hundred pounds as he heaved himself back to a prone position, he started for the door wobbling quite precariously on his crutches as he got up.

"Hold on a second," he hollered out from across a room. "Let me figure out how to work these things." He made his way to the front door ever so slowly. Huckleberry happily trotted ahead to give the newcomer a warm welcome with a swift wag of his tail.

Zeke grinned through the screen at his visitor. "Well," he said, "if it isn't Pastor Kirkland. That is what they are calling you these days, isn't it?"

James' green eyes twinkled with good humor. "Are you going to stand there doing a great impression of a stork or let me in?" Zeke glanced down at his bandaged foot, "Yeah," he said, "it's still too painful to put pressure on."

James took in his surroundings. The massive white rock fireplace stood as grand as ever while, the vaulted pine ceilings and enormous windows still spanned one whole side of the great room. The wagon wheel chandelier, still hung monumentally, in the center of the family room. Yes indeed, everything seemed exactly the same. He had a lot of wonderful memories of spending time with the Bartlett boys growing up.

In his mind's eye, he could still see Ms. Bonnie Kate weaving her baskets or in the kitchen canning food from the garden. Bronson would have been building a fire or maybe reading his bible. The boys would have been romping through the house throwing a football, or racing one another up and down the spiral staircase. He really must get out one day and visit the elder Bartlett's at their new home.

The pastor turned his attention to his old friend; with the bandages and extensive bruising, he saw very little resemblance to the handsome, All-American jock who was one of his best buddies all the way through high school.

Bonnie Kate had tried to prepare him for seeing Zeke by telling him what to expect. He thought he was ready, but mentally, it was still quite a shock. The jagged surgery scar spanning the full length of his cheek was still pretty fresh. The nose had most certainly been broken, that would explain the two fading black eyes that were still visible.

Ezekiel caught a whiff of cinnamon as James walked past him, "What is that smell? Please tell me that is, the heavenly scent of Susie's cream cheese pumpkin cookies."

James lifted the lid and looked down into the bakery box. "Well, my wife was sweet enough to send you a couple of dozen homemade cookies she was baking for the church fundraiser; However," he looked down, paused, as he visibly counted the cookies left in the box. He gave his friend a sheepish look, "I guess I must have eaten a little more than I realized on the drive over. Anyhow," he said, shoving the box at Zeke, "look on the bright side you still got a few left."

Turning his attention back to Zeke's face, James let out a soft whistle. "Man-o-man, Bull sure did a number on you."

Ezekiel gave him a lopsided grin revealing a missing tooth. "Why don't you tell me something I don't already know."

James grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator and threw a couple of pieces of beef jerky at Huckleberry before taking a seat and propping his feet up on the coffee table. "So, are you going to press charges?"

Zeke stared at the ballgame for a minute and shook his head, "I don't know what to do. By all accounts, I was plainly in the wrong and deserved to have my tail kicked. But, he went above and beyond anything that was necessary to get his point across."

"How are those twin brothers of yours doing?" James asked.

"They are still as different as day and night. Mitch is working for the FBI as a profiler, and Adam is doing what he has always loved, performing music. His contemporary Christian band is phenomenal. This week I believe he has a show in New York. They both stay gone a lot, and I certainly do miss them. They should be coming home for Christmas. Much to my mother's complete dismay, neither has married, and they are just as single as I am. Instead of the baby blues, Bonnie Kate has the grandbaby blues. It is her fondest wish to hold her first grandchild in her arms."

Suddenly, his mind drifted back to the current problem, "I've got to do some hard thinking to figure out what the right thing is in this situation." he stated.

James nodded his agreement, while scoring a shot in Zeke's indoor basketball hoop. "That's something you and the good Lord will have to work out. Speaking of the big man upstairs, have you been in touch with him since all this happened?"

Ezekiel gave him a wry grin, "Somehow I don't think he's too happy with me these days. And for that matter, I'm not happy with me these days either. I'm probably the last person that he would want to hear from."

James rolled his eyes heavenward. "Come on Zeke, you know better than that. Think back to all those Sunday school lessons we sat through. Jesus did not spend all his time hanging out with the saints. A great deal of his time was spent with people who are considered less than reputable. The number one thing we tend to do when we're not living right, is to run from God. Sometimes we feel guilty for sinning, while, other times we're just not ready to give up our so-called fun."

Zeke let out a bark of laughter. "Man, if that ain't the truth! I went in to Long Necks Bar looking for a good time. The funny thing is, I'm having about the least good time I've ever had in my entire life. In fact, I think I've had about as much of this so-called fun as I can handle for one lifetime."

James slanted him a sideways look, as he stroked Huckleberry's head. "I used to think I couldn't have fun without a couple of beers. The fact is, I am so much happier when I get high on life than I ever was in my drinking days. I believe the good Lord has given you a wake-up call. Sometimes he just has to hit us over the head to get our attention, in this case, literally."

Zeke smiled brightly, "Gee, thanks, but then again, what are friends for? Oh, that's right, they have to come around and point out all of our stupid mistakes that we make. Thanks for that ole buddy." He called over his shoulder, as he hobbled into the kitchen to get a fresh batch of snacks before turning the game back up.

Later that night, Zeke couldn't sleep. He was simply content to stare out the window framed sky that sparkled with silvery stars, and think. The reason for James' visit was not lost on him; it was time to cut out all the nonsense and straighten his life out. He knew everything his friend had said was absolutely right. His mother and father had raised him to be a Christian. They were wonderful God fearing people. Bonnie Kate and Bronson had made sure their children were in church each and every week. Zeke himself had been a Christian, but after he had got a taste of the nightlife, he turned away from God. Maybe it was true; perhaps this was God's way of bringing him home. The one thing that he knew right here and now is, no matter what, he would never step foot in a bar again.

The next day, Zeke was still contemplating the whole event as he gazed across the pasture at his herd of Appaloosas from the front porch. He rubbed his old coon dog's head. "You know, Huckleberry, we are blessed to have yet, another, picture-perfect day. Brought to us by none other than the good Lord above. Look at that sky. Did you ever see such a vivid blue and check out those milky-white clouds drifting past. And just look at those snow-capped mountains. They are certainly a fine shade of majestic purple today. Grandma Bartlett used to call them, "Mountains of Love" She would recite the old Dove Valley legend "If you hike through these mountains with your intended, it will seal your love for a lifetime."

Huckleberry raised his baleful droopy eyes to look at his master, sighed, and then plopped his head back down. Zeke continued eyeing the old hound dog. "I don't think I've ever slowed down enough to realize how little you do each day around here. How do you justify consuming the number of dog treats and food you eat every day? You couldn't have possibly burned off half the calories you take in by just lying there and never moving a muscle. I guess your folks never explained the importance of earning your keep." Zeke smiled down, as Huckleberry began to snore.

The past couple of days he was able to slack off of the pain medicine; allowing him to focus and think more clearly. The number one question in his mind was, why did he make rude comments to Jeannie? He had always liked her. She was such a sweet lady in every sense of the word. It was hard to believe, (even with alcohol involved) that he could make obscene comments to a fine church going friend. He was so ashamed and disappointed in himself.

Taking another sip of his ice tea he continued contemplating. It was time to stop playing games and be honest about his behavior. Was it jealousy? The answer was yes. He had always envied Bull for having such a beautiful, and elegant lady such as Jeannie. He had always thought to himself, that guy didn't deserve to have such a lovely, kind soul. Meanwhile, he had looked for years and couldn't find the woman of his dreams.

Bull Boone had the whole package; wife, kids and all but didn't appreciate any of it. So probably somewhere in the back of his crazy drunk mind, he thought by making a play for Jeannie he could steal her away. Was he in love with Jeannie? Closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the rocker, he thought about that long and hard. The answer was a definite no. When he envisioned the woman of his dreams, he would include some of the exceptional qualities that she had. But, if truth be told, it would not be a carbon copy of Jeannie Boone.

As he pulled up a chair to prop his sore foot on, he heard his old friend's words from last night saying, "Are you gonna prosecute?" That was an excellent question. Should he prosecute someone who gave him pretty much what he deserved? Yeah, Bull went overboard for sure no doubt about it. Strangely enough, Zeke couldn't muster up too much hatred for the person who had put him in the most pain he ever felt in his entire life.

Although Sheriff Hayden Alexander might be right, pressing charges against Bull may prevent him from doing harm to himself or someone else again. He can't just be allowed to continue attacking someone who insults him or makes him mad. If he is not held accountable for his actions he probably won't stop. Man-o-man, he had some difficult decisions to make. The answers that he needed, were just not coming to him.

Zeke would have to rely on his great grandmother's advice. She would say, "Pray about it, sleep on it, and the answer will undoubtedly present itself in the morning." And, she was usually right.

# Chapter 3

Zeke woke to the sound of Huckleberry howling. The clock flashed 8:32. He rolled out of bed, and peered down the road. The dust kicking up, indicated someone was heading down to his driveway.

He couldn't immediately identify the truck. Snatching up the cleanest pair of jeans, he ungracefully hobbled over to the bed and struggled to pull them over his bandaged foot. After locating his crutches, he headed downstairs. _He would master maneuvering these stairs if it killed him, and it just might,_ he ruefully thought to himself.

Opening the screen door, he immediately recognized the sable-haired lady climbing out of the truck. It could only be Jeannie. She had worn her hair with that cute little shoulder-length flip, since high school. As she stepped out of the truck, the morning sun glinted off of her bright yellow sundress making her look like a pure ray of sunshine.

She reached down and patted Huckleberry on the head, before looking up to greet Zeke with a hesitant smile. He walked out to unlatch the wooden gate and let her in.

"Wow, this is beautiful. I love the white picket fence. Did you build it yourself?" She said, stepping through the rose-draped archway.

"I built it, but Mama came out and planted all the roses." He explained, holding the gate for her.

Jeannie gave Zeke a warm hug, and then glanced up to admire the trellis. "No wonder these flowers are so amazing, I think she has the greenest thumb in town."

He chuckled, "Boy, you got that right! She still doesn't trust me not to murder them. She stops by once a week, just to be sure I'm doing right by her little darlings." He explained, reaching out to pick a still dew dampened, rose for her.

"Have a seat," he said, carefully maneuvering his way back up the porch steps "Can I get you some coffee?"

"Oh yes, please, it's still early yet, my brain's not fully engaged without adding another cup or two of coffee." Jeannie said, as she breathed in the sweet scent of the peach-colored flowers.

Zeke glanced down at his crutches, looking a little chagrined, "I might have bitten off a little more than I can chew. You may need to give me a helping hand. I don't think I can juggle two crutches, and both cups. That may take a little more practice with these things, before I can attempt that trick."

"Well,my nose tells me we won't have to wait long." she said, with an appreciative sniff.

He gave her a broad grin, "Tell me about it; automatic coffee makers that magically turn on bright and early in the morning, filling the house with that wonderful rich, aroma, are a bachelor's best friend." He said, heading into the kitchen.

A few minutes later they were back out on the porch. She relaxed back in the chair and sipped her coffee, "I could get used to the ranch life, this is a tranquil place. Those are some beautiful Appaloosas you have there. Isn't that how you make your living these days? " she said, pointing out a large spotted, white stallion, calmly grazing, swatting the gnats away with his tail.

He nodded his agreement with a proud smile, "You have a good eye, that's Pegasus, he is an amazing horse. Together we have won the Montana State Barrel Racing Championship four times! We have this connection that I just can't explain or even described to anyone, but it's like he intuitively predicts my next move. Sometimes, we're so in sync when we compete, it's downright scary."

Zeke fixed her with a hard look, "Ok, so what's going on? I know, you didn't come here to admire my Appaloosas."

She slanted him a nervous, sidelong look, "Ya got me, I think you already know why I'm here." She admitted, with a nervous laugh.

He shook his head, "Not exactly."

She took a shaky breath, "Ok, I am going to lay it on the line." She jumped up and began to pace, wringing her hands, "I have come to ask you not to press charges against Bull. I know you have every right to put him behind bars and he deserves it. It may not be a bad thing, he might sober up in jail.

They have treatment programs and things that can help him. That is actually what he needs, because my husband is an alcoholic. But what I'm asking you to consider is, we have a family, and a mortgage and everything would be lost if he got locked up and couldn't work. Our family depends on him; there is no way I could replace his salary with the cost of daycare; I could work two jobs, and it still wouldn't be enough." She finished explaining, then risked a glance his way.

Zeke continued to rock and stare out at the mountains without saying a word.

Jeannie turned to him with unshed tears glistening in her eyes, "Zeke did you hear me? Are you at least going to answer? Even if the answer is no, just say something." She begged.

Finally, he smiled at her, "Would you please sit down, you're making me dizzy."

She sat.

"Jeannie, you know I've always had a soft spot where you're concerned. I think you could ask me to hand you the world on a silver platter and I would do everything in my power to make it happen. It's not even a matter of forgiving him for what he's done to me; because we both know that I'm partly to blame. But, we also both know, that one of these days, he's going to hurt somebody much worse and possibly be looking at a murder charge.

I know that when Bull Boone is not drinking, he will do anything for anybody. He is one of the nicest people and best friends I ever had. But get a few drinks in him, and he's downright dangerous." He blew out a frustrated breath, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know that Zeke, you're not telling me anything that I don't already know. He's not the same man that I fell in love with. I would give anything if I could change him. I have tried everything; I don't know what else to do. We have gone to counseling and I have begged,and pleaded with him. I'm desperate, and I don't know who to turn to for help." She mumbled, with sad tears of defeat trickling down her cheeks.

The silence stretched out between them. Finally, Zeke nodded decisively, "I'll tell you who you are going to turn to, Jesus himself. Bull needs God, and until he gets God in his life, things are never going to change. I think it's time that Bull Boone and I play let's-make-a-deal."

Jeannie raised her eyebrows. "What in the world are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well,I've got a one-time offer to make him. Bull has to meet me in church on Sunday; we offer our apologies to each other and God. The last part of the deal is we both must keep our head out of the bottle. No drinking for either of us ever again. Otherwise, I will prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law." He declared with a still small amount of an uncertainty, but yet at the same time, feeling somehow, the idea was inspired by someone other than him.

Jeannie gave him a grateful smile, "I do think, Sir, that is one of the most awesome ideas, I have ever heard. I don't know whether he will go for it. But personally, I think it's more than a fair offer, and he would be crazy not to take you up on it." She concluded, with obvious admiration.

Zeke held up one finger, "Wait a minute, there is one thing I left out." He turned to face her, "Most of all, I owe you a huge apology. Jeannie, I am so sorry that I was unforgivably rude. That is the one thing that I'm kicking myself for more than anything. I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. I have racked my brain to try to figure out what came over me and after many days and nights of soul searching, I think I've come up with the truth of the matter."

She shook her head, "It's ok Zeke, you're forgiven, you don't owe me anything." He held his hand up, "Please let me finish, I need to explain. Up until very recently, I don't think I understood it myself. I have always cared so much for you. I watched you grow up from a cute little girl that transformed to a beautifully attractive creature. I have no idea exactly when that happened. All I know is one day I looked up, and you were all grown. So many times I wanted to ask you out. Maybe, take you to a movie, dinner just to spend time with you.

Then, you met Bull, and he beat me to it. It was all because I didn't have the nerve to approach you first. I watched you get married, settle down, and have babies. Do you know how many times I wished that I was in his place? I felt like he didn't deserve you, and deep down inside I was jealous to the bone.

She stared at him with wide eyes, "Oh Zeke, I had no idea! You never even let on like you had feelings for me. This is a complete shock! Bull had said many times he felt like you cared for me as, more than just as a friend. I told him he was wrong and I believed that with all my heart. The number one thing that I have to say to you is, although I'm flattered, my wedding vows are very sacred to me, and I would never betray my husband!"

Zeke held up both hands in a surrender mode, "Wait a minute, you never let me finish. After going over everything in my mind, time and again. I have come to realize that, I am not in love with you, Jeannie. My feelings run very deeply for you as a friend, and that is all there is to it. I do believe that you and Bull belong together. Even if I were truly in love with you I would respect your marriage and back off, and that is the truth of the matter"

She gave a soft laugh, "Well, that is a relief."

He put his hand over his heart, "You wound me, you don't have to sound so happy that I'm not in love with you."

"No, it's not that, I'm just relieved because I value our friendship and I'm so thankful we will be able to remain friends. Now, for the hard part," she said on a huge sigh, "trying to convince Mr. Boone to show up in church on Sunday, to take your deal." I would say wish me luck, but I think a prayer would be more effective.

Zeke stood to give her a hug, "I have faith, and I'm already believing this miracle is going to happen."

# Chapter 4

Zeke parked his truck and sat in the church parking lot. He just couldn't bring himself to get out of the truck. It was a fantastically bright and clear spring morning, and he had the view of a classic big Montana sky. The bright blue canvas, yielded a seemingly endless row of dove- white, mountains.

It had been so long since he had been to church, he had almost forgotten, what a wonderful view the churchyard held. He wasn't even sure how to act, or even what to say, around churchgoing people anymore.

Closing his eyes, he could remember coming here as a child. The excitement of meeting up with his friends, and playing ball at church picnics after Sunday Services, were sweet memories.

Just then, the church bell rang, jolting him back into reality. _Maybe it would just be best to turn my truck around and head home._ He jumped, as a knock on the window startled him. James' smiling face was suddenly looming in his car window.

The preacher shook his head, as Ezekiel rolled the window down. "It's awesome that you made it, I'm excited to see you! Today's sermon is terrific, but I don't think you'll get very much out of the message from all the way out in your truck."

Zeke gave him a wide grin, "Well, I got as far as a parking lot."

James chuckled. "Don't tell me the big, bad bronc riding Zeke, is scared to face a few of his old friends in the church today?"

Zeke swung the door open. "Out of my way, Kirkland! Let it not be said, that Ezekiel Bartlett was chicken. You just go get your sermon warmed up and ready and you'll find me sitting in the front row, bright eyed and bushy tailed".

Zeke caught sight of his mother standing on the front steps, visiting with a few of her friends.

She looked over Ana Campbell's round shoulder, just as Ms. Campbell was excitedly revealing the title of the new song she would be singing in church today. Bonnie Kate blinked her eyes in disbelief. There was no mistaking the tall, lanky figure striding towards her. He was so much like a younger version of her Bronson that, she knew him immediately.

The look on his mother's face was fantastic. She covered her mouth in complete astonishment. She walked dazedly away from a confused Ms. Campbell and made a beeline directly to him. She put her arms around him and let out a relieved sigh. "I almost gave up hope that you'd ever return to God, but here you are.

I have prayed for this day for so long, but, I never thought I would ever live to see it happen."

Bronson walked up behind Zeke and patted him on the back. "This is a fine day indeed young man! We'd best be going in if we expect to get a seat." Ezekiel wasn't sure if he had ever, in his whole life, seen such a look of pride in his father's eyes.

Minutes later, the sweet sound of Ms. Campbell and the choir streamed out of the speakers. The air truly vibrated with the angelic music. Ezekiel got a whiff of Mr. Campbell's spicey cologne, as he leaned into him. He winked at the younger man; causing a bushy gray eyebrow to come to life, over a twinkling eye. "Ain't she something?" he whispered.

Zeke couldn't help but smile fondly at the old man. Mr. and Mrs. Campbell had been married for 50 years. They had always been wholly devoted to each other. _This is what I hoped to one day find, a love that will last a lifetime._

Half of the church service was over before he looked around. What am I going to do, if Bull doesn't show up? Could I really press charges against the man? They all silently waited for Ms. Campbell to exit the podium. He began to nervously fumble with the church bulletin. He stopped abruptly, after realizing the crinkly noise was streaming through the quiet church. His mind began to wander once again. _Did I actually have the heart to do that to Jeannie and the kids, after she begged him not to? If Bull keeps drinking and living the same life, something bad was bound to happen. But, what can I do?_

Zeke couldn't help but feel an overwhelming amount of disappointment. He had believed that the idea he came up with was not his, but was actually inspired by the Lord. Right now he was back to feeling confused, depressed and not exactly sure what to do next. Then suddenly it came to him, the number one thing he needed was to reunite with God. He remembered there was an altar call for people who wanted to get saved. _Maybe when that time came today, I will just rededicate his life to the Lord._

Ezekiel had his head bowed, praying before the church altar. Suddenly, a huge hand clamped down on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see his old friend kneeling beside him. Zeke's heart jumped, his plan worked. _Thank God, I will not have to press charges against Bull!_

Feeling thrilled and excited, that his prayers had been answered, he headed back to his seat. After church, he approached Bull, "How about we go get a drink?"

The big man's eyebrows rose up to meet his crew cut hairline.

Zeke chuckled, "Calm down, I'm not that crazy. I was thinking more along the lines of Sweet Peas Diner."

A little while later, Ezekiel strode across the black and white checkered diner floor. He gave his time-honored greeting, "Where are you old man?" and waited for the familiar reply.

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you any manners you little whippersnapper?" came the answer from a big, burly, hulk of a man in a white chef's apron.

This banter was so familiar to Zeke, it was ingrained into his very soul. He sat down on the well-worn red leather stool and inhaled the heavenly aroma wafting up from his Uncle Frankie's Grill. Some of his most fond memories were sitting up at this counter, before he was even able to see over it. His father's brother had started this diner over thirty years ago and named it after his beloved bride, who he had affectionately dubbed "Sweet Pea". The couple was quite a dynamic duo. He was a wonderful short order chef, and she was famous around town for her Norwegian style baking, which she learned at her mother's knee growing up in Norway.

He gazed into the glassware lined mirror and caught sight of his Aunt Peony. She had been a classically stunning Scandinavian blond in her youth. Still, she was a remarkably striking lady with silver-streaked braided hair, encircling her head. It wasn't hard to see how she must've caught Uncle Frankie's eye. He spun around on his bar stool, just in time to catch hold of her warm hug.

"Your mama called me no sooner than she stepped out of the church doors, to tell me the good news," she said, with her still very thick Norwegian accent. "Your Uncle and I are so proud of you. We always knew you would take a turn for the better. It was just a matter of when, of course," she said, with her blue eyes twinkling. "You could have done it a little bit sooner. My poor old knees were about to wear out from praying for your safety every night." She caught sight of Bull Boone's truck, pulling into the parking lot. Her shocked gaze flew to Zeke.

He laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Not to worry, everything is fine. Bull and I have worked it all out."

"Oh, well now isn't that just wonderful, thank the Lord!" She breathed out a relieved sigh, resting her hand on her chest.

"This calls for a celebration," she announced, giving him a conspiratorial smile. "How about a piece of my famous Norwegian Coffee Cake? I just pulled it out of the oven. This is the one the made with real coffee, I know it's your favorite," she said, with a wink. "You run along now, have a seat, and I'll be right back."

Zeke slid into the booth across from the Bull and Jeannie. Bull scanned his face, "It looks like your bruises have faded." Ezekiel raised a shocked gaze to his friend. "How would you know what I looked like?" Bull looked abashed. "Well," he said, "I would slip in early in the morning, to your hospital room while you were still in a coma. Believe it or not, I was worried sick about you. Not just because it was my whole life on the line; it's because I care about you, we have been friends as long as I can remember. I am sorry Zeke. When I finally sobered up and realized what I had done to you, I was sick with the knowledge that I could have killed you. I haven't slept in weeks, because the guilt is just eating me alive. I can't say I remember the whole thing, but I can remember enough to know I was completely out of control. I want you to know how sorry I am and I want to apologize for everything I have put you through."

Zeke stared out the window of the diner for a minute, before turning back to look at his friends. "I accept your apology, and I want to offer you one of my own. I can't tell you how sorry I am for insulting Jeannie. I thought it over long and hard to come up with the real reason this all happened. I will admit that I am jealous of you."

He held up one finger, when he saw the knowing look on Bull's face. "Wait a minute, it's not because you have the woman I want! It is because both of you have a true love that I may never find in my lifetime. I realize that I'm lucky to have no shortage of dates for Saturday nights. But as hard as I've looked for a woman as wonderful as the one you have found, it still hasn't happened yet. Sometimes it just didn't seem fair. Here you got everything you could ever possibly want, and you take it for granted. So yeah, it would eat at me to think you had such an awesome wife and family and you're throwing it all away."

The big man hung his head, "You're absolutely right. She deserves a heck of a lot better husband than I've been to her. But things are going to change from here on out. No more drinking and partying, I am fed up with it. I can't even stand the thought of stepping inside of a bar ever again. It's just a shame it had to come to something like this, before I decided to change my ways.

Jeannie tried to tell me how out of control I get, when I drink. Something bad was bound to happen if I didn't stop. Of course, I never dreamed it would be anything as horrific as what happened between us. Not only did I come close to losing my best friend, but I almost lost my family and my freedom. I made a promise to Jeannie that as long as I live; I will never take another drink of alcohol. I know this is not going to be an easy change for me, but I can feel God working in my life. I do believe he has given me a second chance, and I'm going to do everything in my power, to not let my family down."

Zeke shook his head in disbelief "That's awesome Bull! I never thought I'd see the day. This whole mess has sure been a lesson in my life as well. A very painful lesson I might add, and I have the scars to prove it," he said, stroking the red, protruding surgery scar.

Bull winced, "Yeah, that looks pretty bad. Please tell me you're not going to carry that scar around the rest of your life."

Zeke gave them a bright smile. "Thankfully, my cousin Tim just happens to be one of the top plastic surgeons in the southwestern United States. He promises he'll turn me into a pretty boy once and for all."

Bull let out a hoot of laughter. "A tough old cowboy like you transformed into a pretty boy? Now that is something I'd have to see with my own eyes to believe."

# Chapter 5

Six Months Later

Zeke hammered the last staple into the newly repaired barbwire fencing. Removing his Stetson, he wiped the sweat off his brow. He was overjoyed just to be able to wake up in the morning, walk without crutches, and be alive. After what he had been through, the everyday trials and tribulations of life seemed like a walk in the park. He knew so many people that did not get off so easy. One thing this whole ordeal taught him is that, we must look around and appreciate the struggles someone who is sick or handicapped. Ezekiel had never been down a day in his life. He had never been sick much or been laid up in the hospital with any serious problem. This whole ordeal has given him an entirely new perspective on life. He had a chance to look at things through the eyes of people who are less fortunate in life. What would he have done, without the incredible support of his awesome family and friends? They kept him going when he was depressed, and didn't care whether or not he got dressed, or even got out of bed.

His mind wandered back to all the people he knew who had to live their lives in a wheelchair or in and out of the hospital. A friend of his by the name of Joey Thomas, better known as J.T., stood out in his mind. They had been buddies in high school. J.T. had gotten into a car wreck, becoming paralyzed. One day after J.T.'s accident, he decided to stop by and visit. He left feeling so depressed he never went back. At the time he thought it was just easier to put his old friend out of his mind and never look back. Now, he's realized, as hard as it must have been for him. His sadness was nothing compared to what his friend must have gone through. Zeke had an enormous amount of admiration for Joey. He didn't let his disability impair him in any way. He followed JT's very successful Paralympic Racing career in which he won several medals.

Sadness drove him away but, he believed God was bringing him back to his buddy. Every day for the past couple weeks, he had felt the pull to go to Joey's house. Shame and embarrassment had kept him away, but it was time to swallow his pride, and head into town for a long overdue visit. Yep, today was the day he would ask for his forgiveness, and hopefully renew his old friendship.

He slowly took the porch stairs thinking about the fact that J.T. had been the star pitcher on their little league team. He might dig out a few of the old team pictures. _Yes, that would be a great idea._ He would gather up all of his old photo albums, and they could sit around talking about old times.

As he was going through some photo albums, he came across a picture of him, Joey, and Joey's sister Emily. Wow! That brought back memories. He hadn't thought about Emily in years. She was the biggest tomboy in the whole town, and insisted on hanging out with us, and dressing like one of the guys. She always wore a baseball cap with her hair tucked up inside and a sports jersey. She even fought for the right to play on the boy's baseball team. Thinking back, Zeke could remember being completely on her side. As a matter of fact, that girl could hit harder and catch better than most of the boys on the team. But, poor Emily never got a chance to prove it.

"Not only that, she was the only girl that ever gave me a run for my money on horseback." He also remembered, with great fondness, how she hounded him continually, for roping lessons. He didn't mind too terribly when he realized the girl had a knack for it. He could still remember the first day she beat him in a horse race. In his mind's eye, he could see her flying across the finish line with her cowboy hat in hand. She was laughing victoriously, with her golden hair soaring in the wind. "I wonder what she's doing now."

He loaded up Huckleberry in the truck, and headed off to town. That dog loved to ride. The only problem was he wouldn't keep his head the truck.He would loudly whine and howl if Zeke dared to roll the window up. Generally, it wasn't a problem unless they had freezing temperatures, Zeke had to bring some earplugs or leave the crazy dog at home.

He rolled to a stop in front of J.T.'s house, and took a deep breath before getting out. He and Huckleberry strode up the walk side by side. Hesitantly, he opened the screen door, and entered the porch. After giving a couple of loud raps, he nervously waited. He heard the squeak of a wheelchair, and then, the door slowly opened. J.T. peeked around the small crack. The chained door, allowed him little more than a slight view of his former friend. Despite that he could tell Joey was quite fit, healthy, and in fantastic shape.

JT's rude voice boomed through the small crack, "What can I do for you? You must be lost; as I am certain you got the wrong house."

Ezekiel just stood stunned. It felt like someone had punched him in the gut. This is just the reaction he had feared. Though he did deserve it, because of what he had done. He was just hoping, well, hoping what? That his old friend would welcome him back with open arms? Oh yeah, C'mon in buddy, don't worry about the fact that you deserted me. We can go right back to being best friends like nothing ever happened. He must've been crazy even trying to come here after all this time. He mumbled an apology and turned to go.

Suddenly, he heard a female voice, "Who's at the door?"

"It's no one," Joey said, in a surly tone.

Blowing out a sigh of exasperation, she said, "Um, last time I checked, no one can't knock on a door." She unlatched the chain, and stepped out on the porch.

"Zeke is that you? I can't believe it, I haven't seen you in years."

Ezekiel stared back in equal astonishment, at the prettiest little angel-face he had ever seen. Then belatedly noticing, of all things, there was a monkey riding on her shoulder.

Her turquoise eyes met his. Following his shocked stare, she glanced up at her hitchhiker. "Well," she said with a wry smile, "I'm sure it is not every day, you see someone strolling around with a capuchin monkey.

Zeke finally found his voice,"No, it's certainly not." He continued to watch the tiny monkey nestle in her soft, wispy blond curls.

She reached into her pocket, handing a grape to the little creature. "Meet Bonkers, he is in training to learn how to assist Joey."

While I was away at college, one of my professors, began a program to teach monkeys how to assist people with disabilities." She paused to unwind the monkey's tail from around her neck.

"After J.T.'s accident, I began thinking this may be just what the Dr. ordered to pull Joey out of his depression. I must say it worked like a charm. Bonkers has a way of perking him up, like nothing else. He'll be able to help him to do many everyday tasks. This little guy has already learned to retrieve objects, work a remote control, turning lights on and off just to name a few of his skills.

I just happened to have stopped in, to bring Bonkers for a training session. Now, I'm glad I did. It is so nice to see you again."

He listened politely but, all the while his mind raced. _Could this be her? Could it really be Emily? Is it possible that the little tomboy had turned into such a beautiful, intelligent woman? How could he have been so stupid? Of course, it had to be Emily._

"Em, is that you? I'm so sorry, I feel stupid. It's just that, you're so different. I mean you got the hair, and the girl clothes and everything else. Um, I think it's time to shut up now, and I'm making a complete idiot of myself."

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. Emily gestured to the white wicker chairs. "Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"

Zeke gave her an incredulous look that said, you've got to be kidding me. He felt the need, to state the obvious. "In case you didn't notice, your brother is not exactly rolling out the red carpet. I don't think," he paused for effect, "as a matter fact, I know, I've ever felt so unwelcome anywhere, in my whole life.

He handed her the box of memorabilia. "So, I'll just try to muster up what little bit of dignity I have left. I will definitely be going now."

She put her hand on his shoulder, "Please stay, he's not usually like this. Have a seat."

Zeke looked through the Lacey curtains, and could see his old friend glaring at him.

"Look," she said, "I just want to explain to you what the deal is. After his accident, he went through a time when, lots of people stopped by. Well-wishers, church friends, he had a great amount support from everyone. But slowly, they all dwindled away. And, that was ok. We're all busy in life. We get caught up in our day to day struggles. Joey understood that. Really, he did."

She paused as Bonkers taking a flying leap, directly into Ezekiel's lap, and then scrambled atop his rocking chair. She shook her head in disbelief while it took her another moment to gather her thoughts."

"I think I know why, he has so much more resentment towards you. It's because, you guys were like brothers. When you deserted him it just simply broke his heart. Sometimes, it's easier to accept things from a stranger than from someone who is close to you."

Zeke nodded in agreement. "That makes a lot of sense. It's funny how selfish and thoughtless people can be without even trying. The only thing I thought of, was how that I felt after leaving from a visit. On some level, I don't even know if it's possible to put yourself in someone else's shoes until you've been through a tragedy yourself." He said, stroking the monkeys silky fine hair.

"I guess you probably heard what happened. It is a small town. After all, there are no secrets in Dove Valley. I have no right even to try to compare what I went through, to Joey's ongoing daily battle. This was the first time I've ever had a taste of being incapacitated. I must say, it was pretty awful. I will never understand what J.T. goes through on a daily basis, but, I sure got a good taste of it."

She covered his hand with hers, and then bonkers added his on top. They exchanged a big grin.

"This little guy is too cute." he said, reaching out to grab his hand.

Emily studied him thoughtfully, "You know Zeke, you really are a nice person.Very different from the guy I remember. Oh my gosh," she stammered, "I'm sorry. I'm not saying you weren't a nice guy before, because well-." She stopped, smiled and took a deep breath.

"I think you know what I'm trying to say. I believe the current events have created some positive changes in you. The number one thing that keeps running through my mind is that God is working in your life. Sometimes bad things happen to people, and we don't understand why, or we can't see what good can possibly come out it. Therefore, we have to rely on our faith and keep believing in the fact that our Lord has a reason for everything, good or bad that happens. I feel that somehow this is all going to be an answer to prayer. It's not something I know, just a feeling I have."

Zeke risked a glance back through the window at Joey he had not moved a muscle. He just continued to stare daggers. "Well, I don't think my ego can handle lounging around some place that I am so clearly hated. I got to say this is another first for me. Maybe God is working on me, because, this has been a very humbling experience."

Emily gave a hearty laugh, "I can imagine this has been a little rough. I will talk to my brother, I know he's hurt, but I believe everyone at least deserves forgiveness and sometimes a second chance. My motto is,when nothing is going right, go left."

Zeke gave her a questioning look.

"In other words," she explained, "If things are not going right try a different approach."

"I just might give that a try. Thanks for being so understanding you turned out to be a beautiful person inside and out." He looked down at Huckleberry "C'mon Huck, we'd better get out of here while we still can."

As he climbed into his truck, he stared up at, what he thought was a picture perfect dream. There was Emily waving, and flashing that amazingly bright, gorgeous smile, like only she could do.

# Chapter 6

The hanging geraniums swayed in the warm, spring, breeze. Emily lingered on the porch swing for a long time after Ezekiel left. She smiled to herself has she watched a Monarch butterfly flutter from flower to flower. _Yes, she thought ruefully, Zeke still sends a tremendous flutter rushing through me.Indeed, things have not changed much_. _Zeke has had that effect on me. For as long as I can remember, I only had to spot him from across the schoolyard and my stomach would do flip-flops._ She has spent, what felt like an eternity, doing whatever it took, to get Ezekiel Bartlett to notice her.

The memories of their time together began washing over her. She could still see them racing through Meadows of the Bartlett ranch. The unforgettable joy the day, she actually beat Ezekiel's Bartlett in a horse race, still made her smile. However, she did not forget the fact that, not all the memories were pleasant ones.

She had worked relentlessly, throughout her childhood, to become the best equestrian in the state of Montana. The trophies she earned,that lined her bedroom walls, had been worthless in getting Zeke's attention. Of course, he did spend many hours helping her get ready for her competitions. But, in all the time they were together, he had only treated her like a kid sister.

Worst of all, was the day she showed up to watch Zeke compete for the State Rodeo Championship. She had been perched on the edge of her seat throughout the entire competition. He and Bull had been neck and neck throughout the day. Finally, the last round Ezekiel pulled it off, he won the state champion. Emily bolted out of her seat, and ran to be the first to congratulate him. She slammed to a stop, at the sight of the sparkling rodeo queen, riding up, on her bejeweled horse, branding Zeke with a sickeningly long kiss. At that moment, it felt like the world stopped or should have stopped. Her heart shattered into what felt like a million tiny slivers slicing through her, causing a pain like she had never known. She knew, she never stood a chance with him. He would always be out of her league,and she would forever be stuck in the just friends category.

When it came time for college, she had the additional hurt of knowing, by the time she returned home from college, Zeke would likely find a wife and be happily married.

But, now seeing him today, she had to confess, if only to herself, getting a thrill when she looked down to find, still no wedding ring on his hand.

Seeing him today brought back all of the she had bottled up for years. She had finally given up and let go of her dream of ever having him. But today was proof of one thing, no matter how hard she tried to forget, her feelings for Zeke, could never change.

She gifted Bonkers with another grape and he quickly scurried up the swing's chain to enjoy his bounty. She sighed deeply knowing that she was only putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later she was going to have to face Joey. Her brother would be very upset with her for talking to Zeke. But, even though he was hurt, he had to find forgiveness somewhere in his heart.

She had tried to talk to him before about this hatred but, he refused to listen. It was times like this that she wished she had their parents around. Her mom had passed away after a long battle with breast cancer. As far as her father, who knew where he was today. He'd disappeared so many years ago, that Emily didn't even have a real recollection of him. Her mother had refused to even talk about him very much. She knew that her mother never stopped loving her husband.

For years, she would sit on this very porch swing and look out in the direction that her husband had come home from. Sadly, she never gave up hope that the love of her life would come back. It was heartbreaking, to say the least. She remembered her father being kind and loving most of the time. However, there were times she could distinctly remember her parents fighting. Exactly what the fights were about, she could not say. It's all a big mystery and will always remain so.

_Hopefully, Ezekiel_ _'s visit today would soften his heart just a little bit. Either way, her best chance would be allowing him to cool down a little bit before talking to him._ She heard a loud crash.

Bonkers took a flying leap into her arms. She ran through the screen door, just in time to see a baseball trophy crashing against the living room wall. She whirled around to face her brother "What is wrong with you! Have you lost your mind?" He responded by throwing yet another trophy at the same wall. "Joey,please calm down." she pleaded.

Oh, I am calm," he said, through gritted teeth, "I'm calmly ridding myself of any reminder of that low down slimy snake. He has the nerve to walk up and knock on my door." His face was contorted with anger and disgust. He began ripping up the old pictures one by one. "Does he believe that all he has to do is step up on my front porch and plaster a big smile on his face and I'm just going to welcome him right in? Well, let me tell you something, that is not gonna happen in this lifetime or any lifetimes to come."

Emily shook her head, with her hands on her hips," I can't believe you're doing this." As she spoke, her voice got louder and louder.

"Do you understand the fact that you're acting like a two - year - old? And I realize by saying that, I might be insulting a few toddlers; because most of them don't even act like this. Now, you got me so upset that I'm yelling, so that makes two of us acting like two - year - olds." They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

She reached for his hand, "I know you're upset and you have every right to be. I haven't been in your position, so it's not easy for me to stand here and tell you what to do. But what I do know is, that you are a wonderful, big-hearted person, and this is not you. I have never seen you throw a fit like this. And if anyone had the right to throw a fit, it was you. What has happened to you is an unfair nightmare, but I have watched you handle all of this like a champ. I know, in fact, there is no way I could have ever done as well as you have. I'm sure I would've lost it a long time ago. So that tells me that this whole tantrum of yours is coming from a serious amount of deep hurt, that's making you have this crazy reaction." Joey looked away.

Emily wracked her brain for some way to calm him down. Suddenly, inspiration hit "Let me make us some Camomile tea." Emily headed into the kitchen. A few minutes later she reappeared with some foraged lemon cake and hot tea. Pausing in the doorway, she took a minute to assess her brother. If anyone did not know him better they would think that he looked perfectly fine. But Emily knew by the defeated look in his eyes, that he was anything but fine. Her brother was an outstanding person. She whispered the prayer, she felt so strongly in her heart." Lord, give my brother strength, to conquer this hatred and find forgiveness.

J.T. felt the soft, warm breeze caress his skin, as he stared out the window. Despite the bright sunny afternoon, he had a icy chill all the way to his bones. The tiny monkey had his head on Joey's shoulder; as he tried to soothe the little guy and get him calmed down. What was wrong with him, he had upset Emily and scared this poor tiny creature to death. Was he turning into a monster? His sister was right, he had never acted this way. This just wasn't him. But how could he get past all this?

He looked up at Emily and said, "You know I would do anything for you, but please don't ask me to forgive Ezekiel Bartlett; because it is impossible. Just the sight of the man is enough to send me into a rage, so us being all buddy-buddy and best friends is just not ever happening." "Well," she said, "to use pastor Kirkland's favorite scripture." Joey nodded his head in agreement. "I know," he said. They both spoke simultaneously saying "I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me." She gave his hand a loving squeeze.

She served each of them a piece of lemon cake. As she poured the tea she said, "I don't expect miracles today. But consider this, none of us are perfect, we have all said and done things to hurt people whether or not we meant to. But once it is done, you can't take it back. The best you can do is to apologize and hope to erase some of the hurt that you caused. Zeke is sorry and remorseful. Don't forget he's had to live with the guilt that he feels. So, all in all, I believe it took a lot of courage for him to show up here, knowing that there was a pretty good chance that you would slam the door in his face."

Joey quietly chewed his cake. Emily could tell he was carefully considering what she had said. She had enough faith in the person that he was, to believe that he would eventually come around. She stared down into her now empty cup for a moment before raising her eyes back to his. "Please just give it some thought, pray about it, and maybe God will help to soften your heart. Having your best friend back in your life might be a nice bonus as well."

Joey sighed "Ok, I get it, believe me, I know what you are saying. I'm not making any promises, but I will think about it."

Emily gave him an understanding smile, "Well Rome wasn't built in a day. It's a start, and I'm thankful for that much."

# Chapter 7

Pegasus snorted puffs of steam that rose up out of his nostrils, into the crisp morning air, as Zeke brushed and groomed him. He loved to get up early enough to see the sunrise and bake off the morning dew. The time spent tending his animals in the morning was his favorite part of the day. Ezekiel had always felt closest to the Lord when he was out working on the land or tending to one of God's creatures. After yesterday's encounter with Joey, he needed a little extra quiet time to get his head cleared. The best remedy for that was a long morning ride. Maybe then a little target practice and catching a few fish, might be on the agenda as well. Pegasus stamped his foot, letting his master know that he was ready for another handout. Zeke reached into his pocket and pulled out a peppermint candy. "That's all you're getting sir, you have reached your limit for the day."

He strapped his gun on the saddle bag, and gathered his fishing pole. Suddenly, Zeke caught sight of Huckleberry, happily trotting toward the barn door. He spotted an outline of a person. He squinted until, the figure came into focus. Were his eyes deceiving him or was the beautiful Emily standing in front of him?

The sight of her warmed his heart and thrilled Zeke all the way to his bones. She wore faded jeans, cowboy boots and what looked like a lady's Stetson hat. _Now, that looks a little more like the Emily I remember,_ He thought. He led Pegasus over to greet her.

She gave him a shy smile, "I knocked on the door, but got no answer. I hope you don't mind, I decided to check the barn before I left," She said, squatting to greet Huckleberry.

_Was this for real?_ _The girl of his dreams had come to visit him, and she wanted to know if he minded._ _Just looking at her, gives me the same exhilarating thrill I had in my bronco riding days._

Finally, he found his voice, "When the prettiest lady in all of Dove Valley comes to visit, I call that my lucky day!"

"Wow," she said, "thanks for the warm welcome. It's better than what you got yesterday at J.T.'s house. I know that must've been hard for you. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened after you left."

He glanced around the barn, in search of the right horse,"Do you still like to ride?"

"It's been years since I've gotten on a horse."

Zeke walked over to one of the stalls,"I believe I have the perfect little angel for you to ride." Zeke said, leading out a beautiful butterscotch colored Mare. "In fact, I named her "Cherub."

Emily chuckled, as she watched him throw a saddle on the horse, "Well, with a name like that, how can I go wrong?"

Approaching the mare, she held out her hand to allow the horse to become used to her scent. She stroked her neck "Hello there a pretty lady, you feel like getting a little exercise today?"

"It was her sweet disposition that earned her that name." He explained, helping her mount.

As they headed down the well-worn path to his favorite spot on the ranch. He watched her galloping ahead, _same old competitive Emily,_ he thought. Her blond Curls bouncing off of her shoulders, caught the sunlight and threw it around, like colored beams coming out of a prisom.

_When I am with Emily, it just feels like it is meant to be. How could this be possible? I have only spent an hour with her yesterday and about that much time today, but somehow I know now, this was the woman I have been waiting for. She is single and had never married, and so am I. It couldn_ _'t be more perfect. All I have to do is make her fall in love with me,_ he mused to himself.

Then, it hit him like a sledgehammer. How could she have a relationship with someone that her brother despised? He knew from being best friends with Joey before, how close they were. J.T. talked about Emily invariably, they spent all their holidays and many weekends at family gatherings. This was going to be a huge problem. There was absolutely no way that he could fix the relationship with his former friend. As they came upon Crystal Creek, he turned to Emily, "You feel like taking a little break? You're probably aching in places you forgot you had." She smiled her appreciation.

Looking around, she thought this place was somehow familiar to her. It seemed as though she had been here before. After contemplating for a moment, it came to her. She probably had been here in youth, when Zeke and Joey were friends. Yes, of course, that must've been it. At last, they stopped to walk the horses through the thick, golden high grass, that had been the life force of the wild buffalo throughout the centuries. Tiny fish darted in and out the maze of sand jetties that weaved along the creek. She sat down to slip off her shoes and dabble her feet in the water. The sound of a little waterfall trickling along the stair step of rocks was wonderfully soothing.

_This had to be one of the prettiest places in all of Montana._ She thought.

With her head, basking in the sunshine Emily filled her lungs with fresh scented mountain air. The wildflower aromas brought back memories of her childhood frolics. This land seemed to be studded with wildflower jewels of sapphire blue, garnet red, and topaz yellow. One of her favorite hobbies was hiking, especially this time of the year.

As a young girl, she had learned the names of all of the wildflowers she encountered on her hikes. This love of plants and beautiful flowers was the reason she became a botanist. Her career was indeed a dream come true. She never tired of hunting down rare plant species.

Turning to Zeke with a serene smile, she said, "This place is so perfect, it reminds me of what the Garden of Eden must've been like."

"Well," he said, "I would love to take all the credit for finding it. My brothers and I happened upon it and thought it was the most magical place in the world."

She smiled at him "I'm not a little girl, but I still think it's pretty magical." Whether it was the beautiful scenery or being with Zeke, she was sure of one thing. Things were changing in her life; she felt it all the way to her soul.

Huckleberry raced past her, splashing them with ice cold crystal droplets. Emily chuckled, "He certainly loves the water."

Zeke nodded, "Sometimes he disappears, and comes back a couple of hours later soaking wet, and I know the old boy couldn't resist taking a dip in the creek. He was so close to her now, that he could smell the scent of her hair. What did she use? It smelled like she washed her hair with a combination of sunshine and rainwater. What a crazy idea. Maybe that was just Emily's scent. Whatever the case, he couldn't get close enough to her.

Emily kept stealing glances at Zeke; he was so handsome. Was it her imagination or was he very close now. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and a surge of electricity shot through her whole body,it was powerful enough to make her jump back. Her shocked gaze met his.

He offered her a lopsided grin, "I'm guessing by the look on your face you felt that too. I'm not quite sure what this electricity between us is, but I think it's something that is powerful and unique. I have never had that happen to me ever before." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Emily glanced down at their joined hands and felt a rush of excitement. She believed yesterday that she saw a spark of something in Zeke's eyes yesterday. That is the real reason, why she came here today. She could have sent him a note, which would have worked just as well. But the fact of the matter was, she hoped and prayed it was not her imagination. For so long Emily did everything she could to be noticed by Zeke, only to have him turn a blind eye towards her. Looking down at their now joined hands, she could see it was not on her head, there was a real spark between them.

Emily cleared her throat., "I got so caught up in the riding, and the scenery and everything. So, anyway, I had planned on telling you that I had spoken to Joey yesterday, after you left"

Zeke raised his eyebrows in surprise, "And what was said? Don't keep me in the dark. I hate suspense, was it good or bad?"

"Well," she said "It started off pretty bad, I mean like about as bad as it could get. It involved some flying trophies.

Zeke cringed "Oh man, I feel horrible; I should've never stopped by. How stupid could I be?"

Emily interrupted him, "No, wait, it gets better, I promise, much better. So anyway, like I was saying, it started with a couple of flying trophies and a few more airborne objects. But the point of the story is, in the end, he calmed down, and I think he was starting to listen to me. He agreed to give it some thought and try to find it in his heart to forgive you." She shrugged her shoulders, "I can't make any promises, but if I know my brother, and I do, he will come around."

He stroked Huckleberry's head, as he contemplated everything. He had to explain to her the way he was feeling. He didn't want to keep it to himself any longer, so he turned to her and spoke from the heart "I'm just going to be honest. I can't even begin to tell you how attracted I am to you. My first impulse is to jump into a relationship full force. This is what I want right now, more than anything. But I have learned recently, that jumping in blindly without thinking things through has got me in a whole lot of trouble. My common sense tells me, starting a relationship with you, is never going to work, as long as your brother has this extreme hatred towards me. It would be different, if you and he were not so close. If and when Joey ever decides to forgive me, there will be no stopping me. You can believe one, thing I know without a doubt that you, Miss Emily, are the one that I want."

Emily's heart leaped for joy, when she heard Zeke's words that she had waited her whole life for, but thought would never happen. Smiling up at him she said, "I'm glad one of us is thinking clearly, because unfortunately when I am alone with you, I seem to lose my head. I think the smartest thing would be to leave it all in God's hands."

As he sat there on the creek bank trying to accept her wisdom, about the whole situation, he caught sight of something slightly silver sticking up out of the dirt. He took a walking stick, he picked up along the way and dug it up.

She leaned over his shoulder, "What is it? "

"Not sure yet," Then pulling it out of the ground, he stated matter of factly, "Its two Morgan Coins. "Wow," she said, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. "How unusual to find not one, but two coins.

"Well, at least we will have a memorable keepsake of this beautiful day we shared together."

Handing them to Emily he said,"Stick these in your pocket for safe keeping."

# Chapter 8

Zeke hopped on Pegasus and turned towards home. Riding along in silence, both of them were lost in thought. Suddenly, Huckleberry came to an abrupt stop. He charged ahead growling fiercely. Zeke scanned the area searching for any danger. He picked up the smell of rotting flesh. Emily followed his gaze to a dead calf. In the next moment, an enraged grizzly was charging full force directly towards them. Cherub, reared causing Emily to fall. The petrified horse bolted, immediately. Instinct told her to run, but hadn't she read somewhere that you are supposed to play dead if attacked by a bear?

She stared into those cold black eyes, and knew she had never been so scared in her whole life!

In a flash, Zeke appeared at Emily's side. Catching sight of something out of the corner of his eye, he turned just in time to witness the grizzly striking a crippling blow to his beautiful horse. Zeke recovered his senses and pulled his pistol and shot twice. The Grizzly kept coming. Panic swept over Zeke, seconds before the fierce animal dealt him a blow, tossing him about like a rag doll. Emily stood there in horror helplessly watching Zeke being assaulted by the enormous creature.

Seeing the pistol on the ground, she lunged for it, picked it up with shaking fingers and fired. The bear winced as the bullet found its target. Seemingly enraged, by being peppered with shots, he once again charged full blast. A final desperate shot dropped the killer at her feet.

Emily cautiously peered down at, what she was sure to be the object, of her future nightmares. She shuddered discovering the lucky shot nearly took off the top of its head. Emily made her way over to Zeke on shaky legs. By the look of his shredded, blood-soaked shirt, he must have sustained a pretty serious injury somewhere in that area. He winced, as she removed the torn shirt. She could see now, that there were exceptionally deep, gruesome, claw marks.

He surveyed the grave situation. They were a very long way from home, both horses were long gone. Walking back was an impossibility. On top of everything, they were out of cell phone range. Judging from the amount of wetness he felt pooling under him, it was a dangerous situation. Studying Emily's face; he could see the doom and gloom written in her eyes. He helplessly collapsed back on the ground with exhaustion and consternation. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he couldn't help but think of all the beautiful days his family had spent down by the creek and wondered why today had to go so wrong.

That's when it hit him, and he smiled the biggest, brightest smile in his entire life, and began to laugh out loud.

Emily gave him a quizzical look. "What on earth could you possibly find to smile about?" He laughed even louder.

She stood and put her hands on her hips. "I think that bear must have knocked you silly, because, you laughing at this situation is downright crazy. We have no food, no water, and no way out of here. And, furthermore, there is no one around for miles. I have no medicine to treat your wounds with, and without antibiotics, it's likely that you will get an infection.

Zeke continued to relax stretched out on the ground with his head lying on his hands. "Didn't you once tell me, when everything is not going right, go left? Let me explain how I came up with my new plan. Do you see those clouds floating by, my beautiful Emily?

She glanced up and let out an aggravated sigh, "Of course I see the clouds in the sky. What has that got to do with our situation?"

"We're going to float out of here as gently as if we were riding on one of those soft clouds,"he stated, matter of factly.

She gave him the disbelieving look. "Oh really, do you have a magic carpet tucked away in your pocket, sir?"

He chuckled at her sarcasm, "Why Miss Emily, it does sound as though you're getting just a bit annoyed."

"Well," she said, "if you would share this excellent plan maybe I would be a little less annoyed."

"It's pretty simple I laid back, to try to figure out a plan. I thought how awesome it would be to jump on a fluffy, white cloud and float away. This triggered a memory of my brothers and I building a little wooden raft, and spending the day floating down crystal creek."

Emily interrupted him. "That's a sweet memory Zeke, but I don't see how that's going to help us out of this situation."

He struggled to a sitting position. "Of course you don't because I didn't get a chance to finish explaining. "Not too far down the creek, you should be able to find that wooden raft that we built just lying there waiting to be used."

She excitedly jumped up. "Oh wow, that is amazing!" then her smile fell and she dropped back to the ground. "Does that mean I'm going to have to walk down the creek by myself? What if there are more bears?"

Zeke shook his head earnestly, "I promise you this is the first time I've ever seen a grizzly on our ranch. It's not something that's likely to ever happen again."

She gave him a shaky smile. "Well, maybe with a little help from above, I will get this done."

Zeke took both of her hands in his and prayed. "Lord, I ask you to watch over Emily and I and help us to get out of here safely today. I know that with your help everything will turn out just fine. In Jesus' name, I pray, amen."

Zeke picked up a stick, "Let me draw you a little map. We are here. We left the raft about one-quarter mile downstream. You'll find an entrance to an old abandoned mine, not far from the creek bank."

Emily's eyes grew wide. "Don't bears live in caves?"

Zeke gave a wry grin, "Theoretically, that is true, but this is not technically a cave. All you have to do is, step into the entrance and look to the right, and you will see the raft. My brothers and I have played in and around this area since we were small. Trust me Emily, there is no way I would send you into a dangerous situation."

Ezekiel could see the fear written all over her face. "You can take Huckleberry along, and he will alert you to any dangers."

Zeke would have given anything if he could get up, shake off his injuries, and come to the rescue of his damsel in distress. That was completely and utterly impossible. His wounds were still bleeding, and he had no way of bandaging or treating them. And, to top it off, the slightest movement caused the bleeding to start up again. There were no guarantees in life, he had no right to promise her that she would be safe. But, if he did not believe it with all his heart, he would never send her to find the raft.

She sat down next to him to check his wounds.

He draped his good arm around her shoulder, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "We're going to make it out of here Miss Emily, God is with us, so I know for a fact we got this!"

# Chapter 9

Emily mustered up the courage to head off on her own. She had insisted on leaving the gun with him; despite the fact that Ezekiel protested. This was one battle that she won hands down. In her mind, there was no question, he was bleeding and could attract any number of predatory animals.

She cautiously walked the creek bank. It wasn't long before she spotted the little cross Zeke had told her about. Sure enough, there was the opening to the old mine right next to it. Emily started toward the entrance, she froze when Huckleberry growled. The hair stood up on the ridge of his spine. She stared at her feet, willing them to move; it was pure fear, plain and simple. Emily closed her eyes and took a giant step through the entrance. Immediately, she was greeted with a snarl, followed by a loud hiss.

She leaped backward and let out a scream. As she did so, a small little creature scampered past her. Letting out a sigh of relief, she stared down at him. "For such a tiny little creature, you gave me a huge scare. You're just a little harmless raccoon."

Starting again with trembling legs, she resolutely marched in until she was enveloped in darkness. The smell of the trapped musky, stale air surrounded her. Once her eyes adjusted, she took a look around. Immediately she noticed various items scattered about including remnants of a campfire and cooking utensils. It was apparent someone had been staying in here.

She spotted the raft. However, someone had unfortunately turned part of it into a makeshift bed. _Great,_ she thought to herself, _what else could go wrong?_ Now it would take her quite a bit of time to get the raft unloaded and pulled out of the cave. Hopefully, whoever had decided to move in here, would not return in the middle of her ransacking his little hideout. It wouldn't hurt to borrow a few of the supplies she saw lying around. She gathered up a few supplies and made record time unloading the raft and dragging it out. Now she was praying that she could push off and be gone before the mysterious cave dweller had his homecoming.

Stepping back into the water, she shivered as the cold creek swirled around her ankles. Climbing aboard, she whistled for Huckleberry and pushed off. She started to relax a little as she floated along. Something caught Huckleberry's attention. Emily scanned the direction the dog was focused on, and there he was. The encounter was brief, but at a quick glance she could see that, he was a very thinly built man with long platinum white hair. His silvery beard reached all the way to his chest. She didn't get much more out of it than that, because he disappeared behind a tree. Those eyes, there was something about his eyes. She could almost say they seemed familiar somehow. It must be all the stress making her imagination run wild.

Zeke finally caught a glimpse of Emily's golden hair, sparkling in the sunlight. With her pants rolled up and using a long skinny pole to guide that raft, she looked for all the world, just like a female Huckleberry Finn.

Moments later, Emily was standing over him with hands on her hips, surveying the situation. His face was pale. By the looks of his clothing, he had lost a lot of blood. It was quite evident that he would not be able to climb aboard the raft on his own. She needed to figure out something quickly before they ran into the stranger. Suddenly, the solution dawned on her. She retrieved the tarp off the raft, she found in the cave. It would allow her to drag him down to the raft. Zeke just looked at her and shook his head. "There is no way I'm climbing on that thing." He tried to sit up only to crumple back to the ground. She clapped, "Nice going, how far did that get you? Now, how about you stop being stubborn!" He gave her a consternated look. "OK, fine, let's do it your way."

Once aboard Ezekiel collapsed flat on his back. He was panting from the exertion of climbing on the raft. Thank the Lord he had made it on board, but the ordeal had sapped all his energy. He smiled to himself, knowing the worst was over. They had only to take a gentle ride down the creek, to the mouth of the river that would float them right through the center of town. The situation wasn't so bad, maybe they could just relax and make the best of it. After all, he still had another hour or so to enjoy the beautiful Miss Emily's company. If he had to be stuck in a terrible situation, there's no one he would rather be with than her. _She may look entirely different than the feisty little tomboy of his youth,_ but she was still tough as nails. He lay there listening to the gentle lapping of the water against the bottom of the wooden raft. The birds chirping off somewhere in the distance caught his attention. Listening intently, he decided it was most definitely the repetitive call of a meadowlark. Huckleberry was curled up by his side, giving him some warmth. It was all so relaxing, or maybe it was just exhaustion from losing blood, but suddenly he realized how tired he felt. Giving in to the temptation, he decided he would just try to get a little rest. With a deep sigh of relief, he began to doze.

Emily was making her way down the little creek and most definitely getting the hang of maneuvering the small makeshift craft. Zeke was sleeping now,and suddenly her mind raced. Was he supposed to sleep? Could it be dangerous? She tried thinking back to what she had learned in CPR and first aid class. _What if there was something I should be doing now?_ They had applied pressure until the bleeding had slowed up. She said out loud to herself emphatically; "I've done all that I can do for now." as she maneuvered around a large boulder.

Ezekiel woke to a clap of thunder, and looked to the sky in horror. The wind began spraying icy water across his already frigid, blood-drained body. Leaves littered the top of the raft. With each new and stronger gust, it became entirely clear this storm would complicate things immeasurably. Suddenly, the heavens above opened up with enormous raindrops. Each new gust of wind slammed the raft, first to one side and then another. He could see Emily was struggling to keep the little craft moving straight ahead. The lines of worry showed her doubts about how much more abuse this tiny craft could take. The raft was like a pinball, being slammed against one object and then another.

As they collided into a colossal boulder, Zeke was thrown across the deck. He watched in disbelief as the little craft splintered apart. He saw Emily's face register the fact that the tiny piece of raft she was standing on was being pulled down the creek. With the next gust, her arms began to windmill. The paddle was still in her hand when she lost the fight to keep her balance. As if in slow motion, he watched her crash forward on a ferociously sharp jagged-edged rock.

Then nothing, she didn't move at all. Was she knocked out? If she would only move, then at least he would know she was OK. If she weren't conscious, it would be impossible for him to pull her onto the little raft as she had done for him earlier. Then finally, she turned her head to the side. Catching sight of her face, he gasped! Her shirt was blood-soaked.

Zeke couldn't possibly see the extent of the damage. He had to get to her, but he was trapped between two large rocks. Frantically he tried to free what was left of the little craft. Finally, with one last desperate push, he was liberated. The fast running creek now rapidly propelled them.

He looked at Huckleberry, willing him to understand. "You have to get Emily." pointing to the spot where she helplessly floated. He yelled out in his strongest commanding voice." Fetch!" The dog took one last look at Zeke before making a huge leap into the water. He reached her quickly, with several strong strokes. Grabbing her shirt with a quick snap of his jaws, he began tugging incessantly until she came around.

Emily felt something pulling at her. She was dazed and struggled to regain her wits. She could see nothing. Her mind raced as she struggled to figure out why she couldn't see? But instinctively, she knew she had no time to waste; as the jagged boards of a piece of the raft snagged her shirt, she latched on and held tight. After resting a moment, she called out for Zeke.

He responded by grabbing her hand and beckoning to her. "C'mon Emily, you can do it, just pull yourself up on the raft."

She feebly shook her head from side to side "I can't she said."

She tried wiping her eyes, but the blood was streaming so fast that she was panicking.

Zeke knew he had to do something quick. He said the first thing that came to his mind. "God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble" say it, Emily. Let me hear you."

She lay motionless for so long he didn't think she would respond. Then he heard her mumble the words, "God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble."

"That's my girl!"

Moments later she was lying on her back next to Zeke, he had pulled his shirt off and gave it to Emily to help slow the bleeding. He lifted the makeshift compress to check the blood flow as he called out to Huckleberry, over the sound of the rain. With all his focus on trying to get Emily out of the water, he lost sight of his dog. Frantically, he scanned the water, but he knew it didn't look good. He couldn't help but fall back in exhaustion and extreme frustration Huckleberry had been an enormous part of his life for so long. Losing him was just unthinkable. Then, suddenly, he heard a yelp.

Emily sat up, waiting and praying to hear the next sound. There it was! He was still alive! The bleeding had slowed down enough, she was able to catch sight of him.

Turning to Zeke, she said "We will get him."

"How in the world can we manage that?" "he asked, completely bewildered.

"She held up the rope "I'll snag the next rock to stop us and let him catch up. She made a giant lasso. One efficient throw and she hooked a large boulder and brought the sliver of the raft to an immediate halt. She gave Zeke a self-satisfied smile. "Well, cowboy, I guess all of your roping lessons finally paid off."

He gave her the thumbs up. She turned to find Huckleberry making his way over to the raft. With a little tug, he was on.

She rolled over to face him. "How bad is it?" He scanned every inch of her face. He said, "You have a huge gash on your forehead. I believe that's where most of the blood is coming from. Just try to apply some pressure to stop the rest of the bleeding."

After a few minutes, much to her amazement and relief, she could see. Glancing around as she tried to take stock of their situation, but at this point, she had no idea where they were or how to get back to town.

# Chapter 10

J.T. went around the house shutting windows, and wiping water off the sills. The storm had rolled in quick and fierce. It had been a long time since Dove Valley had seen such an intense thunderstorm. The town was under a tornado watch all afternoon. Rough weather was expected, but these straight-line winds and torrential downpours were enough to set his nerves on edge. It was long past time for his baby sister to be here. She was never gone this long without letting him know where she was. His mind raced on, what had she said before she left. Come to think of it; she didn't give him a definite answer on where she would be or when she would be back. He couldn't blame her after, the way he had been acting. They had always been so close and never had a harsh word between them. He didn't know where he would be without Emily in his life.

His cell phone buzzed with another weather alert. _That does it._ It was time to make a few phone calls to find out where Emily was. The first call went out to Em's best friend. He listened to the phone ring and finally, she picked up.

"Jeannie is that you?"

"Joey, what's wrong?"Came her startled response, He loosened his grip on the phone and took a deep breath, "Is Emily with you? She left this morning and never said where she was going, and now here it is almost dark; not to mention this horrible weather that has set in. I just can't help being afraid that something bad has happened. Maybe her car ran off into a ditch, or she got into a wreck. "Or..,"

Jeannie stopped him right there. "Number one,calm down. As a matter fact, she called me this morning to let me know that we wouldn't be meeting for coffee, because she had planned to head out to Zeke's ranch to talk to him. So instead, we could meet up for a late lunch at Sweet Peas Diner."

Joey felt an immediate betrayal. _No wonder she hadn't told me where she was going._

"Now, J.T.," Jeannie admonished, "don't go getting all upset about this. You know that you were very harsh with your treatment of Ezekiel. Emily told me he looked so dejected when he left. She just felt horrible about the whole situation, and wanted to make sure that he was ok. However, you're right to be worried, she's been gone way too long. I tried calling her myself and got no answer. I just assumed that she got busy and forgot. You stay right where you are I will be there in ten minutes."

Joey set the phone down, this was bad, real bad. Emily might not let him know where she was if she were upset with him, but there is no way that she would have stood Jeannie up. What else could he do? He had called and spoke to Hayden, who was on duty down at the police department. There had been no calls of a wreck or any other emergency, but he was sending the patrol car out now to look around just in case. She wasn't a patient at the Dove Valley Hospital, as his good friend Karen, who worked the emergency room, told him. He left his cell phone number with her, and she promised to call him with any news.

He stared out the window at the rain slapping relentlessly against the glass. He was trying to figure how many miles to Crystal Creek Ranch. It had been years since he had been out there, but, the best he could recall it was about five miles out of town. But the ranch was huge measuring over five hundred acres, he was just hoping they would be held up in the main house, waiting for the weather to clear, sipping some hot cocoa by a nice warm fire. Once he found her safe and sound, then he'd have a few choice words for her for scaring him half to death.

J.T. was done waiting. He started the van and had it in gear, when the passenger door flew open, allowing a thoroughly drenched Jeannie and Bull to climb in.

Jeannie gave him a mutinous look as she began wringing the water out of her hair "Why didn't you wait for me? I told you I would be here in ten minutes, the last time I checked my watch, let's see," she said as she pointedly looked down at her watch, "It's only been, nine and one-half. Luckily for us, Mom was already at our house, so we were able just to jump in the car and leave."

Joey gave a little shake of his head, and sped off too fast. "If you don't calm down, we won't be rescuing anyone we will need to be rescued," Bull warned. "I'm sorry, I just have this gut feeling something is wrong," He said, with no small amount of panic in his voice,"It felt like I was going crazy. I had to get out of there. All I can do is imagine the worse."

"Well," Bull said, from the back seat, "I know you're not going to want to hear this, but I think what I'm going to say is good news. Please try to listen to me." He said, noting Joey's prematurely doubtful look. "I've already tried to call Zeke's phone, and he's not answering. J.T. opened his mouth to protest.

"So, " he said, as he held his hand up to stop Joey from butting in, "wherever she is, I believe that she is safe as long as they're together,"

Joey let out a long sigh,"I'm sure you're probably right. Maybe they got stuck somewhere trying to wait out the storm." he grudgingly admitted.

Driving through town, the trio diligently searched the roadsides.

Jeannie dialed Zeke's friends and family to see if anyone had seen them, but it was fruitless.

As they approached the bridge Bull cautioned him, "Be sure to slow down, the river is rising rapidly."

Something caught Jeannie's eye. She pointed to an object that was floating down the river. "Is that a log in the water?"

Bull squinted in an effort, to see through the downpour and shook his head, "No, that's not a log, it looks like some small little raft or something. Probably just something some kids were playing with."

J.T. eased forward. They continued pushing ahead through the driving rain. A gust of wind nearly sent their truck sliding into the ditch.

Jeannie ran the scene at the river through her mind over and over again. It seemed like she had seen something moving on the raft, but, it was so hard to tell. There was no way it could be Emily or Zeke, but, whoever it was still might need help.

"Stop the truck!" She blurted out.

Joey slammed on the brakes, causing the truck to slide sideways. "What is it? What did you see? Wiping the windshield, he scanned the road ahead. "I don't see anything."

She turned in her seat, "I think I saw some movement on that raft.

Bull gave her a doubtful look. "Now Honey, I know you're just stressed out. I'm sure you probably really thought you saw something, but let's get real, there's no way that Zeke or Emily would be just floating around on a raft. It wasn't even a whole raft; it was just a piece of one.

She rolled her eyes heavenward, "I'm not saying that it was Emily on the raft. All I'm saying is that I am confident that I saw something moving. No matter what or who it is, they have no business out in this storm."

The two men exchanged glances. They knew she was right. They had to take a second look.

Joey did his best to make a u-turn without sliding off the road.

Jeannie perched on the edge of her seat, craning her neck to get a better view.

Bull had his window down trying to search the area the raft was last spotted.

Jeannie pointed up the river, "What is that?"

They jumped out and jogged over to the bridge railing. Bull used his jacket to help shield their eyes from the rain. Suddenly, he yelled out, "It's them!

Sure enough, they could just make out the figures through the veil of rain. Bull had to think quickly. There was no rope to throw down. He certainly had no fast way of reaching them.

The river was rushing swiftly. In a matter of seconds, they would pass under the bridge, and be hopelessly gone. He ran pulled his clothing off.

Jeannie raced to catch him,"What are you doing? You can't jump off this bridge. If you get trapped in the current, you'll be lost too."

He never even looked. The last thing she saw was the bottom of his feet, as he dove over the railing.

# Chapter 11

Emily did her best to protect them from the rain. She looked around in an attempt to discover precisely, where they were. Up ahead, at long last, she could see the bridge that was located in the middle of town. The river was rushing so fast, she didn't see how they could jump off and swim for help. She took a long look at Zeke. He was ashen; which meant time was running out. One thing was for sure, he was going to be no help at all. She was on her own. At least, they were back in the center of town. Now, she had only to figure out how to get off the raft, and summon help.

_Are my eyes deceiving me or do I see blurry images ahead?_ It looked like people jumping up and down and waving their arms. She waved back immediately. Yes, they were trying to get her attention. As the people began to take shape, she realized one of them was her brother Joey. There was no mistaking the outline of his wheelchair.

Her heart leapt for joy. She had never felt so relieved in her whole life. At the very least, someone knew where they were, and they would call for help. Emily knew one way or another this nightmare would end soon.

Much to her astonishment, a figure dove off the bridge. The next thing she knew, Bulls head popped up alongside the raft. She threw him the rope, and he began towing them to shore. Jeannie met them at the river's edge, and minutes later they had successfully loaded everyone into the van, and were racing toward the hospital.

She looked over at Zeke, lying so still next to her,"Please hurry Joey, he is motionless. This can't be good. Maybe we should've called an ambulance."

Joey glanced back,"I will have you at the hospital, in record time. Trust me, he's going to be okay, and so are you." he promised.

Emily stroked Huckleberry's neck, "This guy needs to be checked out as well. He took a plunge into the water and nearly drowned trying to save me. Would you guys mind, making sure he gets to Bailey just to be certain he's ok?"

"Sure, we will take good care of him, now, just close your eyes and rest for a minute, we will be at the hospital soon."Jeannie assured her.

Ezekiel woke to the all familiar beep-beep of the hospital monitors. His first waking thoughts were, _what are the chances I would end up hospitalized twice in one month?_ At first, the room seemed empty; then he set eyes on Emily. She smiled at him, and that was all of the anesthetics he would need. She sat on the edge of his bed, "How are you feeling?" she asked, likely stroking his head.

He gave her a wry smile, as he glanced up at the IV bags hanging near his bed, "Not too bad I guess for a guy that's had his oil changed." He joked.

Emily laughed, " I guess you could say that. I don't know how many pints of blood you received, but obviously, it must've done the trick. You've got some color back in your face." She observed.

"How long was I out this time?"

"Not nearly as long as the last time. You've only been asleep since last night."

He frowned, "But how are you?"

"I have twelve stitches, but the Dr. said when I'm all healed, I won't even have a scar." She explained, lifting her bangs for his inspection.

He gave her a warm smile,"You're beautiful no matter what! With or without a scar, it just doesn't matter. When I look at you, I see perfection. I know one thing for sure,without a doubt, I want to wake up every day for the rest of my life and see that beautiful face." He said, squeezing her hand.

"Well, that's not going to happen, if I have anything to say about it," boomed a baritone voice, from the hospital doorway.

They turned in time to see J.T. coming through the door. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see you're awake, and obviously going to survive; that's all well and good. But now, promising love and marriage, and all that entails, after spending one day with my sister, well it looks to me like you're a little off your rocker." With that, he whirled his wheelchair around and headed out the door, "C'mon Emily we're leaving!" he called over his shoulder.

Emily sat stunned looking at first one and then the other. What was she to do? Should she give in to her brother's demands and leave Zeke; or, stay and put a bigger wedge between her and her brother? Only a couple of days ago, she would have thought, nothing could ever come between her and Joey. Unable to make up her mind, Emily ran helplessly out the door in tears. She couldn't stop. There was no way she could face anyone.

After all these years she finally had the person she had always dreamed of. She had always loved Ezekiel with all of her heart and secretly hoped that one day he would notice her and feel the same way. Now she finally had a chance at happiness, but it would mean losing her brother. The whole situation felt completely hopeless. She didn't stop running until she reached her car and could safely have a meltdown.

Suddenly, something caught her eye. Through the blur of tears and pouring rain, she could barely make out the image. But yes, there he was, the man from the cave. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and staring at her.

Emily's breath caught in her throat. It was like they were both mesmerized and could not look away. It felt like time stood still. Their eyes were locked together for a very long moment before, the passenger door was wrenched open and she was enveloped in a warm hug.

Emily knew immediately by the cloud of gardenia scent, her rescuer was her old friend, Karen.

She looked back to find the mystery man but discovered he was gone. Once again, he vanished so quickly, it was like he had never been there. She shook her head to erase the image and turned back to her friend.

She always had a knack for being there when people needed her the most. Karen had stood with her family throughout the ordeal surrounding Joey's accident. She had been there for the whole family. They relied on her through the long, drawn-out, exhausting recovery that her brother had to endure. She was an amazing nurse, who had the perfect amount of compassion mixed with a keen insight. She knew when Joey needed to rest and relax; or when he just needed a push to get going. So many times when she was at her wits end, not knowing how to get through to J.T., Karen came to the rescue. She made him understand he still had so much more to offer the world. Through her intervention, he came to realize he had to focus on the things that he could do, instead of focusing on everything he couldn't do.

For quite some time Emily honestly thought that Karen would be her sister-in-law. All of that changed the day that J.T. was finally out of rehab. He spent months mending and learning how to function on his own. Emily helped Karen set up a romantic candlelight dinner to celebrate his homecoming. It had never occurred to anyone, that Joey would turn her down.

They had grown very close over the months when he was in recovery. Finally, she got up the nerve to tell J.T. she was in love with him. Then out of nowhere he broke it off and wouldn't even see her. Karen was understandably heartbroken and confused. Joey only spoke of it once. He told Emily he refused to rob Karen of the life and the family she deserved.

After a few minutes, Karen finally spoke, "There is no one on this earth, who knows better than I, how stubborn your brother can be! But if I know one thing for sure, he loves you more than anything else on this earth. In my heart, I just can't believe that he would not want to see you happy. In time I'm sure that he'll come around." She predicted, knowing, she might have to be the catalyst to make that prediction come true.

Emily stared out the window at the rain slowly trickling down the windshield, "But that's just it, how long am I supposed to wait? Should I just give up my life until Joey decides that he is ready to forgive Zeke? That's just not fair! We have always been so close, I just can't stand the thought of anything destroying our relationship. I have never been so torn about anything in my whole life."

Karen tucked a piece of hair behind Emily's ear. "I'll tell you what, how about you leave it all to me?"

"Emily gave her a doubtful look, "You are welcome to give it a try, but I just don't think anything you say will make a difference. Once my brother has his mind set, it's nearly impossible to change it."

Karen gave her a wink, "We'll just have to see about that."

# Chapter 12

Karen pulled into Sweet Peas Diner after spotting Joey's car. She turned off the ignition and just sat there trying to calm down. She glanced skyward and noticed it was still filled with storm clouds. From the looks of it, the rain wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. She gathered up her umbrella and her courage before beginning to exit the car.

Then suddenly she realized, the most important thing to do was to pray for guidance. When she had finished talking things over with the good Lord, she still wasn't sure how much wisdom had been poured into her brain. However, she thought dryly, _It gave me some much needed time to cool off._

Joey looked through the rain-blurred diner window and caught sight of Karen's car pulling in. Well, based on the facts of what transpired earlier that day, he knew this probably wasn't a chance meeting. Sure enough, moments later, she slid into the booth across from him.

A young girl with an inky river of hair flowing down her back, silently appeared to take their order. Karen vaguely remembered, Peony had told her the girl's name was Helki. She had just begun working this week at the diner. The waitress greeted her with a hesitant smile and a menu, "We just pulled a beautiful lattice-topped apple pie out of the oven, and it's still warm, would you like a piece?"

Karen gave the girl a long appraising look. There was something very shaky and fragile about this girl, and she intended to get to the bottom of it. Although she thought ruefully, she could only fix one problem at a time. So she returned her eyes to Joey, when she spoke, "That sounds like an excellent ending to my huge meal that I will be ordering. What I have to say to Mr. J.T. may actually take a while."

He began to squirm,"Now look, Karen, you don't need to go sticking your nose in this situation. You don't have any idea what is going on." He said, fidgeting with his coffee cup and not quite meeting her eyes.

She fixed him with an icy stare, "Well then, why don't you explain it to me. Yes, by all means, explain how you can be cruel enough to rob your sister of any happiness that may be coming her way."

He gave her a sardonic smile, "Oh really! So you're trying to tell me that Ezekiel Bronson, is the key to my sister's happiness. He is nothing but a drunk!"

She retaliated quickly, "Well, sir, it seems to me like you are little behind on the happenings at church." She informed him, as she sat back folded her arms, cocked her head, and waited for his answer.

When he had no reply, she continued, "Had you shown up last Sunday, you would have witnessed Zeke turning his life around. He has given up alcohol and returned to the church. All that being said, the bigger issue is your unwillingness to forgive Zeke. Consider this, is your inability to forgive when God commands us to forgive one another any worse than, Zeke deserting y your time of need? Can you understand what I'm saying? I would think after everything your sister has done for you, The least you can do is to give her your blessing."

Karen was suddenly assaulted with a freezing-cold shock to her legs. She looked down to find her light-pink, nursing scrubs drenched with chocolate milkshake. She turned her shocked gaze to a trembling face.

Helki frantically untied her apron, and used it in an attempt to clean up the milkshake.

Karen took that apron out of her shaking hands. "Calm down, please. It's okay, don't worry about it. We will get it cleaned up." She said, with a reassuring smile.

Relief flooded the girls face, "I'm so sorry," she just kept muttering repeatedly. Karen looked down at the girl's hand she held, and was surprised to find that, it did not open.

Helki immediately snatched it away and stuffed it in her pocket.

Karen mentally kicked herself for making a point of carefully examining the waitresses, very obviously crippled hand and embarrassing her.

Karen gave the girl a cheery smile, "How about we just make this our little secret?" she whispered, with a conspiratorial wink

Helki gave her a relieved hug, "Thank you so much," she said, nervously looking over her shoulder. She dutifully picked up the tray and promptly delivered the rest of the meal.

Joey bit into his cheeseburger, and thought what a welcome distraction Karen, was from his pity-party. He was perfectly happy to sit here and mope until she walked in. All feelings of sadness and despair melted away, at the sight of his Karen.

The rain-dampened tendrils of her dark auburn hair, slipping out of that, tight bun, she wore to work, made her utterly irresistible. She was now and will always be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He loved her so much, but, he had to remember to keep his distance. It was for the best, there is no way he would be selfish enough, to rob her of marrying somebody healthy and having a family. He would not sentence her to a lifetime of pushing his wheelchair. What kind of fate was that? Certainly not one he would inflict on a person he loved.

He relented, "Ok, Ok, I hear what you're saying, and maybe you're right." He gave her a wry grin, "I guess it is entirely possible that I'm being unreasonable. I have been known to be just a tad bit stubborn in my day."

Karen opened her mouth in mock surprise, "You don't say! Why, Sir, I always knew you to be so easy to get along with."

They exchanged a grin.

Suddenly he grew serious, "Karen, I just couldn't find it in my heart to not do anything that you ask of me. She pushed the remainders of her pie around on her plate, "That's not true, and you know it. Joey, the only thing that I ever wanted was you." She mumbled, gathering up her purse to leave.

Glimpsing his reflection in the napkin holder he snatched his head away in disgust. _I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. How could I have hurt the one woman I love more than life itself?_ _I did it for her,_ he reminded himself. So she could have children and a family. For him, there would be no beautiful baby girls with round cheeks and curly red hair. That dream was not meant to be. No, he firmly decided, once again, coming to the same conclusion, despite her tears ripping his heart into a million pieces, he had to be strong and do the right thing for her.

Changing the subject, he held up his hands in surrender, "I promise I will find a way to forgive Ezekiel, for Emily sake. I haven't figured out exactly how I'm going to do this; however, I have overcome many difficult obstacles in my life, so compared to those, this will be a piece of cake."

She stood to leave and then on impulse gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Walking out the door and out of his life once again, she couldn't resist one last glance through the diner's rain-blurred window, at the only man she would ever love.

# Chapter 13

Turning down the driveway, Zeke caught sight of the warm glow from the lights of home. He was happy to be out of the hospital for the second time this year. Living dangerously had never landed him in a hospital even once. And now, twice in one year. How ridiculous was that? Huckleberry bounded towards him at breakneck speed. Reaching to gather up all of his things, he froze.

Why were the lights on throughout the house? It was daylight when he was last at home. His mind raced to think of a reasonable explanation. Then it hit him; he remembered Emily had told him about a man she had seen. Maybe that person had gotten brave and moved into his house during his absence. He had heard of squatters, but never here in Dove Valley.

Ezekiel noiselessly crept up the front stairs. He cringed, as the wobbly step Groaned under his weight, "That's what you get for not fixing that," He muttered. Reaching the front door, he stopped to listen. The radio playing told him there was no mistake. Someone was definitely in his house. He silently crept- around the porch to peek inside. Maybe, whoever had been here, was gone now. He ever so slowly turned the doorknob and cautiously stepped inside. Immediately he heard a noise coming from the cellar.

The door was slightly ajar. _Perfect,_ he thought, _I can trap whoever was in the basement and call the police._ Zeke slammed the door and locked it. He slumped against the doorjamb and breathed out a huge sigh of relief. "Fantastic!"He said aloud, "whoever was down there had no way out until the police, arrived"

Zeke felt a booming thud against his back. Then a loud voice echoed through the door,"This isn't funny, let me out now!" _Wow,_ he thought, _this guy has some nerve. First, he breaks into my house, and then he demands to be let out._ Suddenly, it dawned on him; he was hearing someone calling his name,"Mitchell is that you?" he cautiously asked, slowly turning towards the door.

"Of course it's me, you dimwit, who else would be rummaging through your basement to find some of Mom's strawberry preserves? " Mitch was still grumbling when he came walking through the door. "Anyway, since when have you become so paranoid? Based on my law enforcement background it is my professional opinion, I don't believe a thief would go for the jelly. This is due primarily to the fact that there is not a lot of resale value." He said, holding up his prize.

Zeke scowled at his brother, "Now, how am I supposed to know that you would be lurking around my cabin? You live on the other side of the country." He stopped in mid-sentence, "What are you doing here anyway?" he said, with a slow smile.

Mitchell reached out to hug him. "Well, big brother, you can't seem to stay out of the hospital. So I thought I would fly out here to see for myself what exactly was going on." He explained, while giving his brother the once over.

Zeke grabbed two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and threw one to his brother. He began rummaging through the kitchen for something to snack on. He dumped a couple of bags of chips and dip on the table as they sat down to study each other.

Mitchell considered him. He could tell that Zeke looked way too relieved. "What is going on with you?" he asked, with obvious concern.

Ezekiel gave him a lopsided grin. "You mean other than getting mauled by a bear and nearly bleeding to death?" He joked, while easing himself into a chair.

His brother laughed heartily, "Well, yes, all of that aside, you still look as though you were sincerely freaked out by me being in the house." He said, taking a seat across from Zeke.

Zeke explained the situation about the mysterious man, being seen in the back of the property.

Mitchell jumped up from the table and began putting his coat on.

Zeke looked startled, "What are you doing?" He asked, obviously in a confused tone.

Mitch shook his head. "One thing is for sure, if I'm gonna catch this guy, it will be a lot easier to do at night." He said, heading for the back door.

"Now wait just a minute," Zeke said, "you can't just go running off half-cocked. It's dark, shouldn't you wait until the morning?" He pointed out.

Mitchell gave him an incredulous look. He shouted exaggerating each word, "I am a law enforcement officer. I work for the FBI." With a shake of his head and a sarcastic smile, he continued saying, "Let's just think about this for one moment. I do believe that qualifies me to check and see if we have a bogeyman lurking somewhere in our backyard. Besides that, if we're gonna catch this guy the best time to do it will be now. That way he will be off guard." He explained, while stepping into his boots

"Well, at the very least, I'm coming with you." Zeke said, grabbing his jacket.

Mitchell snagged him by the collar, "There is no way you need to go anywhere; you just got out of the hospital. You look as pale as a ghost." He informed him with in a well practiced authoritative voice.

Ezekiel shrugged off his hand. "I'm all right, and there's no way I'm staying behind."

Mitch shook his head, "Man your stubborn,"

"Tell me about it, that is a lovely family trait. Now, let's stop arguing and go mount up those horses." He quipped, with a sardonic grin.

Galloping on Pegasus, Ezekiel was already starting to feel better. The cool night breeze was amazingly stimulating. Maybe this was just the medicine he needed after all. He never felt more alive, Then on the back of a horse.

Mitchell reigned his horse in, and turned to Zeke, "We need to take it slow from here on out, so we can ride in quietly."

He nodded. Abruptly, the smell of bacon hit him. He slowed his horse and turned to Mitchell, "Maybe I'm crazy, but I do believe I'm picking up the distinct smell of bacon frying." He said, nodding in the direction he sensed it was coming from.

Mitch cocked his head in astonishment and whispered "Are you serious? How long has it been since you ate? Didn't they feed you in that hospital? Maybe you are hallucinating." He joked. Then suddenly, he jerked his head around and nodded his agreement.

"Yeah, who's crazy now?" Zeke said in a sarcastic whisper.

They stopped the horses and scanned to look for a campfire. Zeke motioned his head in the direction of the old mine.

Mitchell signaled for his brother to stay put.

Zeke shook his head in response.

Mitch glared at his brother and shook his head more fervently. And so the silent argument went, until finally the stubborn lawman gave in and directed his brother to come in from behind as a backup.

The old stranger didn't look surprised or barely even look up from the dinner he was cooking, as Mitchell quietly approached him.

He halted his horse and sat for a moment, watching the gray smoke drift up into the night sky. Finally, he held out his hand in greeting to the man and said. "How do you do? You've got some mighty fine smelling food you're cooking up there."

The gentleman never stopped stirring his food. "Can I invite you to sit down and have a bite?" Mitch scratched his head,and gave a little chuckle, "Well, sir, I didn't exactly come out here for a sit-down dinner. My brother and I became quite concerned when you were spotted on our ranch. I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but this is private property." He pointed out.

The man just nodded his agreement, as he began dishing out the food onto his plate. Ezekiel flanked his brother now, and could only stared at the man with complete astonishment.

The old fellow just kept his head down and focused on his plate, as if he did not just get caught trespassing on someone's property. After a moment, he finally looked up at the brothers. " I'll be moving on in the morning if that's all right with you." He asked, dishing his food out onto his plate.

Zeke turned to his brother and waited for his opinion.

Mitchell shook his head, "The problem is, sir, we have to know who you are and whether you are a danger to our family or our property." He patiently explained, sitting down by the fire.

The old-timers beard took on an orange cast from the firelight, as he sipped his coffee, seemingly thinking over the situation.

"After all, sir, you are a stranger to these parts, and you have an even so much as introduced yourself," Ezekiel told the man.

The man smiled at that statement,"Son, I am no stranger to this ranch. As a matter fact, it was in my family for generations, before the Bartlett's bought me out." He said, staring off into the midnight sky.

Zeke jumped back,"That is impossible! We incorporated this part of our ranch several years ago. The piece once belonged to a good friend of my father." The old man silently turned back to the fire.

Mitch began to wrap it up saying, "Well, I will be back in the morning to be sure you kept your word. I feel confident that we can do this in a friendly manner." The old man stared at his boots. When the brothers turned to walk away, Zeke heard him say in a quiet whisper,

"Yes, Braun was indeed a good friend." with that both men stopped in their tracks.

Mitchell began once again, "Sir, who are you? Only my father's friends or family would call him by that name." he questioned, only now, in a much gentler tone.

He took a long moment to study the stars, "It doesn't matter anymore. I should not have come back; there is nothing left for me now." He solemnly stated shaking his head in sorrow.

Zeke gave him an earnest look, "The fact that you are indeed a friend of my father's changes everything. There is no way that I will leave you out here in the cold not knowing what's going on." He implored him.

The stranger studied Zeke for so long they did not think he was going to answer. Finally, he stated, my name is Lawson Thomas." He quickly said, dropping his head.

Ezekiel's mouth fell open, and he pointed an accusing finger at the man, "You're Emily's father."

The man's eyes fell. "I used to be; you're right about that. But I lost my rights to my children when I walked away from my family. Now the only thing I have are stolen glimpses and stories I pick up around town."

Mitchell interrupted "We certainly want to hear the rest of your tale Mr. Thomas. But I don't see the need and sitting out here in the cold, when there's a lovely warm house with a cozy fireplace. He said with, what he hoped was, a disarming smile.

He contemplated for a moment, "Well, I'll tell you what, if you throw in a hot shower you got yourself a deal."

# Chapter 14

Zeke sat in his leather armchair slowly sipping his coffee. Taking a closer look at the stranger seated across from him, he noticed, indeed, there was quite a family resemblance. The old man's eyes, although a little dimmed, were most definitely the same sky blue as Emily's. His hair was a classic salt and pepper. He wore a snow white Captain Ahab beard. The man's clothing was a little shabby, but clean. By the looks of his seasoned face, he had spent many days in the sun.

The two men quietly appraised each other until finally, Zeke cleared his throat,"Well, the first question that everyone, including your children, are going to ask is, where have you been?"

Lawson dipped his head in silent agreement, then turned to watch Mitchell building the fire. After a minute, he spoke, "Well, I guess you can say I've been just about everywhere a man can go in this country. There are many remote hiding places a person could get lost in. I have done my best to find the majority of them." he said, with a faraway look.

That caught Mitchell's attention; he turned to him with a sharp gaze, "What are you hiding from?"

Lawson gave him a half smile, then went on to explain, "Oh it's nothing like that. I have never even gotten so much as a speeding ticket. No son, the things that are chasing me are my own demons, so to speak."

The brothers exchanged a look.

Zeke turned back to him, "Would you mind explaining exactly what that means?"

Lawson became very thoughtful,"Well, what I suffer from is nothing new. It's gone on as long as people have been killing each other, in this thing we so benignly call, war. My problem has been known throughout the centuries by many names, but in my day, they called it shell-shock.

Nowadays, I read in the newspapers that it has a new name called Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Whatever the proper name, I still consider it my own personal hell on earth. You boys, if you're lucky, will never know the horrors of what I've been through."

Mitchell held up a hand, " Not so fast there sir. I am no stranger to the evils of war. I also was in the military and saw more than my fair share of combat."

Lawson dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Well, that is just a demonstration of how selfish we human beings can be. Sometimes, we cannot see through our own problems to find out what's going on with a friend, who stands right in front of us. Have you had a run-in with this issue as well son? " He curiously questioned, meeting his gaze.

"Yes sir, but with God's help, he led me to the right doctors that were able to help me immensely. Nowadays they have so many resources. Things have changed so much since you have been gone. Believe me, I will get you to the right people, and it's possible that you will not suffer anymore."

Ezekiel interrupted, "Not to sound harsh, but if you cared about your family, how could you let something like this stand in the way of being with them?"

Lawson raised his voice and emphasized each word, "It is because I loved my children and family that I left. I could not risk putting them in danger."

Zeke looked skeptical, but the old man continued, "The worst episode happened at Joey's birthday party. The children were all playing. Peggy had baked our son a beautiful birthday cake. The weather was nearly perfect. I had just stepped out the back door to gather the children for a game of pin the tail on the donkey. A couple of the kids began having a pretend shootout with toy guns. As soon as the first shot rang out, I was right back in the war. I lost all control and found myself in another world. It was all so real to me, the helicopters flying over, the gunfire.." He paused to shake himself back to the present, "Anyhow, Peggy had looked out the window and noticed something was not right. By the time she got to me, I had fallen on top of one of the children. I thought I was protecting him from the enemy."

When Lawson had finished his story, the silence in the room suddenly became deafening.

Mitchell was the first to speak, "You are not alone, there are hundreds of thousands of people who have PTSD, and I am one of them." Lawson paid close attention as Mitchell continued, "My life was severely affected not that long ago. But I am here to tell you there is help out there. There have been so many advances made in the treatments. Although you may never be cured, your symptoms can be made manageable.

"I can't tell you how thankful I am for any help, you would be willing to lend me. This nightmare has cost me my friends, family, and everyone that I love. I have had to be satisfied with just picking up local talk, and catching glimpses of my children. I am not ashamed to tell you that I have spent many nights on bended knee praying to the good Lord for a miracle. It looks like if what you're telling me is the truth; then maybe there is hope." He said, with a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Zeke got up and hesitantly walked over to give a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder. "I can give you my word, my brother and I will be there for you. Now, how about a hot shower? And I'll show you to your room."

Lawson turned his weary eyes up to the two young men. I don't know how to thank you. That will be something for me to think about tomorrow. Tonight a nice soft bed will be most welcome."

They watched him walk away.

Ezekiel turned to his brother and whispered "Now what? Should I tell Emily he is staying here? He never said not to."

Mitch shook his head in answer. "He may not have actually come out and said, don't tell Emily. But, if he wanted his children to know that he was in town, he would have contacted them already." He reasoned.

Zeke interrupted, "The way I see it is, if Lawson knew what an incredibly sweet and forgiving person Emily is, he would not have even hesitated to contact her. It's obvious he's dying to see his children. He is willing to live in these extreme conditions just to catch a glimpse of them? I cannot speak for the way J.T. is going to react. But, if I know Emily, (and I think I do) she would want to be there for her father. If she found out that I knew he was here and did not tell her that would crush her." He insisted, knowing in his heart, he was right.

Mitchell looked uncertain "Well, maybe you're right, and maybe you're wrong at this point I honestly can't say. You have put up a good argument as to why Emily should be told. The problem is I don't think either one of us is confident of what is right in this situation. We need to pray about it and.."

Just then, a knock interrupted Mitchell in mid sentence.

The two men looked at each other in surprise.

Mitch glanced at his watch, "Wow, it's late, I wonder who that could be.

Zeke shrugged, "The weird thing is, Huckleberry didn't bark."

He looked down to see his dog racing ahead, with a high-speed tail wag in full swing. "Way to go, killer, thanks for the protection." He sarcastically mumbled, and flipped on the porch light.

Zeke jumped back, "It's Emily! What should I do?" He blurted

Mitch through his hands up, "Well, you certainly can't leave her standing on the front porch after you just flipped on the front light."

Ezekiel grimaced, "As the old saying goes, let the chips fall where they may."

Emily gave the brothers a quizzical look as she walked through the door, "Well hello Mitchell long time no see," then turning to Zeke she said, "What took you guys so long to answer? I just stopped by to check on you and see how you were doing. I called the hospital and Karen said you were discharged several hours ago. So, I began making some meals for you. I figured you might not feel like cooking for a while." She gestured to the containers and headed towards the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Lawson making his way down the hallway, with a towel still wrapped around his shoulders.

Emily was the first to speak. "Well hello sir, I do not believe we have met, but I am sure that we have seen one another before.

Lawson's eyes softened, "Yes, my dear, we have indeed seen each other before." He confirmed, with a gentle smile that softened his harsh leathery face.

She put her finger to her lips, stared off in thought and then proclaimed, "The first time I saw you was near the old mine."

He nodded in agreement.

"The second time I saw you was in the hospital parking lot. It was like a dream. At first, I saw you then I turned my head for a split second, and just poof you were gone." She said, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

Mitchell broke in, "Emily shouldn't you be getting that food put away. We would not want all the wonderful smelling food to go to waste." He said, guiding her towards the kitchen.

Just then Lawson headed for the front door,"Looks like it's time for me to leave." He threw over his shoulder, as he was gathering up his belongings.

Ezekiel caught him by the shirt. "Not so fast. Can't you see that this is all in God's plan to bring your family back together? If you leave now, you're throwing away any chance you have for a future with your daughter."

Suddenly, an enormous crashing noise came from the kitchen. Both men came sprinting in time to see Mitchell hovering over top of Emily trying to revive her.

"What happened?" Zeke yelled, racing to her side.

Mitchell jumped up to wet a cold washcloth, "I'm not sure one minute she was standing there dishing out a lasagna on a plate for me. The next minute she was crashing to the floor. It looks like she just passed out." He explained, as he threw Zeke the washcloth and began dialing 911.

Lawson was helplessly wringing his hands.

Just as Zeke heard his brother begin speaking to the emergency operator, he saw Emily's eyes start to flutter. He held up his hand, "Wait a minute, I think she is coming around. Tell them to stay on hold until we are sure that she is going to be alright." He looked down at Emily and softly whispered. "Are you ok?"

Her eyes traveled all around the room, until they fixed solidly on Lawson. She hesitated a moment before stammering, "I-I know who you are." She glanced at Zeke and then back at the man she now recognized. "You are my Father."

# Chapter 15

Emily followed the cobblestone trail to her tiny cottage studio. Escaping the world was easy, when she allowed herself to become entranced by the spinning potter's wheel. Through prayer, meditation, and her beloved hobby of turning pottery, she was able to work through even the most complicated problems, life through her. She plunged her hands into the icy water that would help her to work the clay quickly. When she sat down to create a new piece, she never knew what the outcome would be, and truthfully, it really didn't matter. Through her art she was able to break away from the everyday stress.

As she worked, her mind wandered back over the last several weeks. Finding her father again after all this time was still very mind-boggling. She had pretty much gotten used to the fact that her father was home again. After the initial shock wore off, she immediately became overjoyed to see him alive and well. The two of them had a long night in front of Ezekiel's fireplace. She came out of that initial talk pretty much understanding exactly what went on with her father and why he felt the need to leave.

The extreme sadness and loss she felt her whole life could now be counteracted with the joy of God bringing her father back. He had always sent money home for their support. So she already knew on some level that her father did love and care for them. J.T. was a little slow in coming around, but he and dad quickly reconnected. Although Lawson still has a long way to recover from his illness thanks to Mitchell's help, he was off to a great start.

Now the most troubling thing she had going on in her life was, she and Ezekiel had been sneaking around to be together. The two of them did everything they could to keep their relationship a secret. They had to work to find private places to go. What could their future be like? What kind of a wedding could they even have if her family didn't show up? Everything was just a frustrating mess! Despite the bleak outlook for their relationship; all she wanted to do is spend every moment of every day with him. Emily thought she had a pretty happy life before she met Zeke. But the difference between then and now, is like night and day. It was like she was living in a desolate desert, and finally, at long last, finding her Oasis.

Suddenly, there was a light tapping on the little cottage door. She looked through the glass-pane. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Ezekiel. He looked even larger than usual standing outside of her tiny cottage studio. His shoulders almost spanned the width of the door. He ducked his way through the small entrance.

Emily wasn't even going to try and contain her excitement. Hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a million years left her feeling slightly embarrassed until; he scooped her up and swung her around. _It was official they were both just a little crazy,_ She thought to herself, but at least it was mutual. Emily regained her footing and gave him an appreciative look, "Well," she said, "It seems like you have all your strength back."

"I have a surprise for you," he said, with a maniacal grin.

"Is that right?" She asked, arching a questioning brow. "I'm taking you on a little adventure. But for it to be a surprise, I'm going to blindfold you." She looked at him with complete astonishment, "Where are we going? What is going on? You know I hate surprises."

Zeke whipped out his blindfold, "Oh no you don't," she said, shaking her head and backing up.

"Don't think you can escape me. You know I could always run faster than you. Besides that, I have a trophy sitting on my shelf that says I was the best team roper in this state, so if I can't catch you, I will just lasso you."

Emily got a resigned look and finally relented, holding out her hands to him. He snatched it and spun her around. In the blink of an eye, he had the blindfold cinched up nice and tight.

"Why do I feel like a calf that has just been roped?"

He gave a final tug on her blindfold and checked to be sure she could not see.

Ezekiel took her by the hand and led her to the truck. Emily could feel the truck crank up and travel down the road.

She felt them take a right turn and head into town. "Wow, she said, I never realized how much I depend on my eyesight. All the information I'm used to taking in through my eyes is gone. I am feeling blessed right now. When I get on my knees tonight to pray, the first thing I will give thanks for, is my gift of sight."

Finally, she heard the sound of the tires slowing down. _And now a left turn, where in the world could we be,_ She thought. There had been an empty lot in the place she believed they were turning into.

He put the truck into park and turned to her. "Well, do you have any guesses yet?" she shook her head, "I don't have the first clue."

Ezekiel made his way around the truck to open the door. "Do I hear music?" Emily said, pausing to cocking one her ear to the side.

Her mind raced. She had heard this before, but where? "Hmm, still a mystery," she said, as he took her hand and began walking. She could hear people talking now and her face heated up, "Zeke, you brought me into a public place with a blindfold around my eyes how embarrassing. What are people going to say? How will I ever face my friends and neighbors after this?"

Zeke gave a full belly laugh,"Trust me Emily; you're going to be telling this story for many years to come"

"All I can say is, this better be good."

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze,"Without a doubt sweetheart."

A familiar aroma drifted toward her, "Do I smell cotton candy and maybe doughnuts?" She said, turning to him, "somehow, I am reminded of my childhood. I'm sure of one thing, I have been here or done this before."

They came to a stop. She could hear him speaking with someone. "OK," Zeke told her,"you're going to have to take a couple of steps up. He guided her up the stairs, and she sat down and felt her seat jerk to a start. Then she knew, She turned to Zeke, "I haven't been to the fair in years. When we were little Mom and Dad would take us. I saw the signs, but considered it just for children. I stand corrected this is lots of fun. I should have done it years ago. What a great surprise! This is just another example of how much excitement and joy you bring into my life. I would've never thought of doing something like this."

He pulled her blindfold off with a flourish,"Speaking of that Emily, I feel the same way you have brought so much joy into my life. I wake up every day thinking I want to make you my wife and have you beside me forever."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a little black velvet box.

She looked at him in question.

He opened the box and handed her the ring "Well, I can't get down on one knee right now. But, I want to ask you to be my wife."

She shook her head sorrowfully and began to cry.

Zeke said "I certainly never expected this, and I didn't hear the word yes." He said, dropping his voice to barely a whisper.

With a look of forlorn she began to speak quickly,"I'm not saying no," He turned hopeful eyes on her.

"But I'm not saying yes either right now. On the one hand, I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole life. Bringing me to the top of the Ferris wheel to propose is the most romantic thing I could have ever dreamed possible. Marrying you is the one thing I have dreamed of, since I first gazed upon your handsome face. On the other hand, I know that I will be losing my brother for the rest of my life. I could never have imagined, I would ever be in this kind of a terrible situation. I am begging you to be patient with me. Let me think about it. I need to pray. I believe that God will pave the way for us to have a beautiful future together."

Zeke took her by the hand. "I guess I can understand in this circumstance, how you just can't blurt out a yes. Therefore, I refuse to let myself feel rejected. I'm going to keep my head up, and hope for the best." She gave him a bright smile, "Thank you for being patient with me Ezekiel that is definitely a huge plus, and a trait I would love to have in a husband."

# Chapter 16

Joey got into his van preparing to do what he should've done a long time ago. One thing was for sure, Karen was absolutely right. Emily was all he had left. He loved his sister and could not stand in the way of her happiness. That would be extremely selfish of him.He pulled down the driveway and thought to himself, _I have no idea what to say to him or how to even begin a conversation,_ _it might be a good idea to ask the Lord for a little help._

Suddenly, a Bible verse popped into his head. Matthew 6: 14 – 15 For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. He knew that it was not going to be easy. When he stopped to think of it, he had done so many things in his life that were more challenging. He had always faced his problems head-on. So that is what he was going to do in this situation.

Ezekiel thought he must be seeing things. Glancing out the window, he thought he saw Joey's truck pulling in the driveway. It probably would not turn out to be a good day at all. Someone had probably spilled the beans about he and Emily being together. J.T. was probably coming out here to tell him to stay away from his sister. He turned the stove off. His breakfast would just have to wait.

He couldn't help but notice the longing look in Joey's eyes, as he gazed at the grazing Appaloosas. Joey probably missed riding and roping that is one more thing that Zeke had not stopped to consider. They had always been intensely competitive. Joey was every bit as good as Zeke was. It was time to face the music. He strolled over to J.T.'s truck trying to look more confident than he felt. To his complete shock and amazement,

Joey stuck out his hand and Zeke met it with a firm handshake. "It's over" Ezekiel heard his old friend say. "I was wrong to hold a grudge. We all make mistakes and. The reason I was harder on you than anyone else, is that you were so important to me. I'm not going to lie to you, it hurt badly. I love my sister and want her to be happy. If being with you is what she wants, then I want that for her."

Zeke thanked him with a huge grin.

Ezekiel was blessed with a brainstorm. "Can I interest you in some breakfast and possibly run an idea past you?"

Joey's face lit up, "It's not very often I have been known to turn down a good meal."

Minutes later, Zeke flipped a blueberry pancake, as he explained about the riding buggy he had tucked away in his barn. "It's a beautiful antique buggy that I have been meaning to restore. It would be perfect for carriage competitions.

J.T."s eyes lit up

"I couldn't help but think about the fact that you must miss riding."

"You'd better believe it." Joey said, as Zeke slid a stack of pancakes in front of Joey and passed him the syrup.

"When I got hurt next to walking, I missed working with horses more than anything."

Ezekiel paused in the middle of grabbing some orange juice out of the refrigerator. It became utterly clear to him in that instant, this plan he had come up with was very likely divinely inspired. It's more than a coincidence that he had this old buggy sitting around. This could very likely be the one project that would allow him and Joey to spend enough time together to reconnect.

The golden afternoon sunlight spilled across the sawdust lined barn floor. Zeke wearily collapsed on a bale of hay. The two old friends sat in a companionable sweat soaked silence sipping iced tea. They had spent the better part of the day cleaning, and repairing the wagon wheels. Joey looked at his reflection in the buggies' decorative brass with pride. The old buggy had needed quite a bit of cleanup and repair, but between them they had knocked it out like champs. It was a great feeling to be working beside Ezekiel once again.

Joey wore the sweet smell of leather and horses. _It is a far better smell, than any of the finest colognes_ , He mused to himself. The sound of the horses quietly snickering was comforting, clear down to his soul. It had been many years since he participated in carriage pleasure driving competitions. He had thoroughly enjoyed the traditional equestrian sport. It was great fun that had a rich history in the United States. Showmanship was a crucial factor in this competition. As a matter fact, he recalled, he still had one of his driving outfits in the back of the closet somewhere. The beautiful thing about horse and carriage competition was that people from all walks of life come together to compete on an even basis. He had competed against women, men, youngsters and even handicapped individuals in the past. _Yes,_ he thought, _this could be something that he would very much enjoy getting back into._

Early The next morning Joey showed up, the ground still wet with due.

Zeke was kicked back on the front porch rocker sipping a cup of coffee, "Looks like you're running late" he said, with a chuckle.

"Very funny, I may be a little anxious, but would do you expect? I'm itching to get back behind a horse." Joey said,

Minutes later, Joey was seated atop the antique buggy inspecting the small obstacle course Zeke had laid out. "Is that all you got? I could run that course with my eyes closed."

Zeke shrugged "If you say so," he said while it's laying out a complicated course of weaves that would take a serious amount of maneuvering. He gave one final look to J.T. asking, "Are you sure you wanna start out with a course this tough?

"I was born ready" Joey responded, with a confident smirk.

With a flick of his wrist, he was off. In no time he had his little team weaving in and out like they were old pros. The exhilaration of having the reins in his hands was indescribable. _I knew it would be just like riding a bike_ , he thought to himself, _once you learn it_ _'s something you never forget._

Zeke watched Joey's confidence grow minute by minute. God had truly worked a little miracle in bringing the two back together. He took a moment to say a quiet prayer of thanks that his friend had forgiven him _. It is strange_ he thought, _how we have not been together in years, but the friendship and camaraderie seems to have picked up exactly where it left off._ Today was truly a fantastic day. Not only does he have Joey back in his life, but he gets to tell his bride-to-be that, all of the seemingly impossible obstacles, have been miraculously removed!

Joey finished out the obstacle course without one mistake. He chanced a glance at Zeke. He was leaning against the corral fence, waving his hat in the air, and wearing a million watt smile, and he thought, _Maybe I wasn't so crazy after all, to have Ezekiel Bartlett as my best friend, all those years ago_."

# Chapter 17

Zeke entered the enormous conservatory, only to be transported into a tropical dream. The air was white with mist. His skin became instantaneously damp from the moist air. The glass ceiling reached twenty feet tall at its highest peak. There were flowers and shrubs he had only seen in pictures. Wandering through the luscious plants, he came upon a tiny bridge. Black and White Koi fish lazily swam in and out of lily pads that dotted the miniature pond, "This place is unbelievable," he mumbled to himself.

Ezekiel decided to fight his way through a maze of palm fronds, hoping to catch a glimpse of Emily. He let out a yelp, as he was assaulted by a hairy creature that ran up his back, and perched on his shoulder.

The first panicked thought that ran through his brain was not about the animal whose black almond-shaped eyes were curiously meeting his. His distress was coming from the fact that he had screamed, although very briefly, and hopefully not too loudly like a girl.

His heart sunk as Emily appeared in front of him, breaking into a full-blown belly laugh. She stuck her arm out for the little creature to climb on-board.

Zeke looked incredulous, "You need to control that thing before he gives someone a heart attack?"

When she finally stopped laughing, she said that's just his way of saying hello."With a conspiratorial smile, she said,"Isn't it, Bonkers?"

"I'm sure you remember Bonkers, and now, you understand how he came about his name." She said, with a quick wink.

The little monkey leaped to the floor, as if to demonstrate her point, gave Huckleberry a big hug and then jumped on the dog's back.

Zeke looked at him and shook his head, "Well," he said, "At least I don't think I wet my pants." She gave him a dazzling smile, "Oh yes! Let's say a prayer of thanks for that one."

Emily's heart had made a giant leap not because she was startled by the yelp. She knew precisely whose voice echoed through her greenhouse. It had been one long week since last seeing Ezekiel, After six weeks of the two trying to sneak around just to go on a date or spend time together. Emily was at her breaking point she knew she couldn't stop seeing Zeke any more than she could stop breathing. Her relationship with Joey had become more strained and challenging than ever. It was coming down to the need to make a decision. The bottom line was, she would have to decide between her brother and the love of her life. She had retreated to her beloved plants and the peace and quiet of her research. Burying herself in her work was the only way she could deal with the situation.

Emily had received the rings back from the jeweler that she had made for them, out of the Morgan silver dollars they found. The rings were initially meant to be a memento of the once in a lifetime adventure they survived. As she was looking them over, she thought, wouldn't these make some cool wedding rings.

Suddenly, it was all so clear there was no contest. Ezekiel was her future. Emily wanted him to be her husband and the father of her children. If her brother loved her and wanted to be in her life, then he would find a way to come to terms with her decision. Once the choice was made, there was no question in her mind. After everything that has happened between them, she knew that she must be the one to propose.

Emily could only imagine how terrible he must've felt when she did not instantly jump into his arms and cry yes, yes when he proposed. Although now that she was faced with the actual situation she was feeling a little nervous and unsure of herself. She stood there fingering a small box in her apron pocket. It held the rings she had been admiring just moments before Zeke arrived.

For lack of anything better to say, she impulsively blurted out, "Would you like a tour of the conservatory?"

Walking him through the tropical plants she explained the conditions that allowed them to grow. "I love it here, because, you have all of the beauty of our rainforest without the nasty mosquitoes to torture you."

She stopped at a majestic multicolored hibiscus standing almost six foot tall, Bonkers took advantage of the pause in stride to make the leap onto a nearby banana tree.

Zeke raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Wow, that creature can jump!"

"Actually," Emily said, "That little guy can jump sixteen feet in one leap, which is pretty amazing considering his tiny size."

Zeke agreed, " Yeah,he is pretty darn cute, when he's not startling someone out of their wits."

"I want to show you what I'm working on." She said leading him around to the work table, "this is something that never ceases to amaze me. I think of all the plants that God created for us to enjoy; this one must be one of the most fascinating on earth."

Zeke gazed down at the plant she was referring to, "Oh, I've seen one of those before. I believe we had one in our science class. That is a Venus Flytrap." "Ding, ding, ding" Emily announced, very good! You win the prize. The scientific name is Dionaea muscipula."

Most people are aware of the fact that these little plants are carnivores that eat meat. The process of this plant catching a fly has fascinated people for years. But in more recent research, we have learned this plant can count. Ezekiel stared at her in shock, "Are you saying these creatures have so much intelligence they can count like to ten or something?"

Emily giggled "Not out loud, of course. And no one is claiming that the plants are aware that they are counting. In our research, we flicked the trigger hairs while they recorded electrical activity in the plant. The plant's leafy jaws acted on prey only when they received two signals within about twenty seconds. That meant that the cells somehow remembered the first signal for a short time. What's interesting is the plant had to have over three flicks of an electrical pulse to start the digestive process.

As impressive as Emily's research was, Zeke could not take his eyes off her. She was so beautiful, and if she said yes, he would be the luckiest man on earth. She was rambling so fast she wouldn't even take a deep breath. He had never seen her so keyed up. As his grandmother used to say, "She was acting as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs." He didn't have time to even stop her and tell her he had spoken to Joey and they had worked everything out.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Emily's brain. Maybe she would take advantage of some of the new tricks she had taught Bonkers, to help her brother J.T. retrieve hard to reach items. She leaned down, and whispered the code word in the little creature's ear. He took a colossal jump and landed in Zeke's arms promptly delivering the package.

Ezekiel curiously studied the box. Then slowly he opened the lid and looked inside.

Emily walked over and took his hands in hers, looked into his eyes and said, "This may not be traditional or the way things are usually done. But I know that I absolutely, cannot, and do not, ever want to try to live without you. I want you to be my husband."

Zeke held his hand, "Is this what I think it is? He looked at the rings and then back at Emily, he said "Stop right there! This is where I take over". He got down on one knee and looked up into the sweet face of the woman he cherished and said, "Emily my love, will you marry me?"

She collapsed down on her knees in front of him, and said through her tears of joy, "I thought you would never ask again."

Zeke hugged her, as if holding on for dear life, before finally delivering the good news, "Emily, you have no idea how fantastic, everything is going to be. I was trying to get around to telling you that Joey and I have worked everything out."

She pulled back and looked into his eyes, "Zeke, you're not kidding are you?" he closed the distance between them again. "No, my angel, I promise you this is one hundred percent for real."

She raised her hands to praise Jesus, "We do serve an awesome God!"

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Mountains of Dreams

Book 2

A Woman On The Run

### Helki, a Native American Indian, spends years forced to stay on the run, from her abusive, mentally unstable ex-husband.

### She has tirelessly zigzagged across the country in an effort to protect her son from his deranged father.

But now, she has her heart set on settling down in Dove Valley.

She has a new thriving business, and everything seems wonderful.

Now only to find out her past is catching up with her once again.

The Protector

## FBI agent, Mitchell Bartlett's love-struck heart is no match for Helki's skittish soul.

## From the moment Mitchell lays his eyes on this woman he knows there is something sweet and vulnerable about her.

## His protective nature shows her how to place her trust in him and God. She begins to hope, but, when the past collides with the present, disaster strikes and threatens to rock her world of new-found hope.

## Will her fears from the past always rule her future?

## Or will she at last break out and learn to love again?

# CHAPTER 1

He was coming. Each approaching footstep was torture. She held her breath and simply focused on her white sneakers, that were illuminated by the slice of light penetrating the closet door. If she kept silent, maybe, just maybe, he would not find her.

Devin was not himself again. A glimpse out the window confirmed her worst fear. His face was contorted with rage and hatred. The rapid transition from the gentle Dr. Jekyll, into the horrible Mr. Hyde was mind-blowing.

The footsteps were closer now. Her heart raced; the deafening noise pounded in her ears. Sweat trickled down her prayer clasp hands. The appeal went up for her unborn child's protection. She felt weak and faint and simply wanted to melt into the floor and disappear, but she had to stay strong to escape. She wanted to believe him when he promised he would never hurt her again.

The smell of the crisp, starched laundry, was a reminder of how hard she had worked. The thought that keeping a perfect home would somehow make things better was a fool's notion. She had given up all hope of returning to her family. The first time he injured her, she was told to go back to him. He was her husband, and her place was with him now.

Because his family was also of Native American descent, her parents felt they made a good match. Her mother advised her to be a good wife, and he would eventually change. The harshness of that statement was earth-shattering. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she always thought if worse came to worse she could go home. But, there was no home for her or her child. She would have to break away and make it on her own.

Her motherly instincts told her it was time. Helki's one and only focus now was to protect the child produced from the single union with her husband. She will bear the scars from the first escape attempt the rest of her life. Her hands shook as she recalled the incident. Although, she was smart enough to know if she didn't leave now, it would be a lifetime of pain.

Blow by blow, she watched the door splinter apart. The incessant pounding penetrated her very soul. Her mind raced with the possibilities. What would he do to her this time? He had forbidden her to ever hide from him.

She vowed this would be the last night she would ever stay under his roof. Suddenly, the door exploded in on her. She let out a blood curdling scream.

Helki felt someone shaking her. Dimly she could hear a little voice calling out

"Mommy wake up! Wake up Mom; you're having another dream."

Gradually, she came back to reality. She grabbed her son and held on for dear life.

"Thank God, it was just a dream," she mumbled. Turning to Logan, fully awake now, she said, "It's OK Honey. Mommy was having a nightmare." She stroked his head with her still trembling hand. "It's OK, everything is going to be OK," she said, with a long sigh, trying to reassure herself as much as her child.

He smiled up at her, "Are you alright mommy?" She stroked his baby fine hair once again, "Yes, I'm perfectly all right," she said, holding him tight enough to inhale his bubblegum scented, shampoo.

Logan gave her a doubtful look. "You don't look Ok," he said, with a voice that sounded much too old for his young years.

She smiled, "Scout's honor," making the Scout sign with her fingers. "Even grown-ups have bad dreams sometimes." She told him in a tone she hoped would convey more confidence than she felt.

Sizing him up with a sideways glance, she thought he seemed appeased. So she continued speaking in a casual tone, hoping to alleviate his fears. "Sorry I woke you," she said, "how about snuggling up with me for a while."

Logan gave her a sleepy smile. Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed contentedly.

Minutes later, her precious child had drifted back to sleep. She listened to her now sleeping son begin to breathe more deeply. Watching him slip deeper into his peaceful slumber, she couldn't help but notice, how much he looked like his father. With his sable hair and round cheeks, most would say he was a dead ringer for Devin. But, her beautiful child had an inner glow that radiated; making his eyes a warm brown instead of the hard black of his father.

A loud thump brought her bolt upright in bed, spinning her momentarily back into the nightmare. Then just as quickly, reality dawned on her. The knocking noise was coming from outside. Of course, now she remembered; she had heard that noise in her sleep. At the time, it seemed like it was part of the dream. _But now_ she thought _that must have been what triggered her nightmare_. She struggled against the icy wind to open the French doors. Stepping onto the widow's walk, the problem became apparent. A shutter had fallen down at some point during the night.

Hopelessly unable to get back to sleep, Helki wandered downstairs. The living room took on a soft blue glow from the Christmas lights. She snuggled up under her snowman quilt. A present from one of her customers, last Christmas. She opened and closed her hand several times in an effort to relieve the pain that accompanied every cold front.

The surgeon told her she might never have full use of the hand that Devin damaged. However, after months of rehab and daily exercises, she finally regained her full mobility. Luckily, she had not lost her job the few times her hand failed. The worst incident had been when she dumped an entire milkshake into a customer's lap. Fortunately, the customer is now her good friend Karen. Being a nurse, Karen recognized her crippled hand caused the mishap. This led to getting her into a low-cost program, enabling her to have the damage repaired.

She looked up just in time to catch sight of the entire Christmas tree along with her cat, come crashing down. Puff bolted across the floor, fleeing any possible retribution from yet, another tree catastrophe. Helki gave a huge sigh and threw off the warm blanket. That crazy cat thought that all of the carefully placed ornaments were his personal cat toys.

Well, she thought, at least I can be thankful I have a tree at all this year; even if I have to re-assemble it daily. All of these day-to-day problems, seem so small in comparison to what I have been through. After all, what more could I ask for? It is my favorite time of the year and best of all,we are safe.

Yes, thank God, with the help of my local support group for battered women, Devin is becoming just a very terrible memory. The best gift I can have is the peace of mind to know that he cannot come near us again.

Helki remembered how Frankie and Peony had made her feel right at home. They took her under their wing, helping out in any way possible. The highlight of her day had been walking through the door at Sweet Peas Diner, getting a big hug from Frankie and smelling Peonies fresh baked Norwegian Strudel. Peonies recipes had been handed down generation to generation. Some of the techniques of rolling out the dough have been in her family for hundreds of years.

Peony loved showing off her heritage by wearing traditional floral embroidered Norwegian costumes. Most days, she wears her hair in a beautiful silver braid across the top of her head. Her wholesome, light creamy skin and round pink cheeks leave little doubt of her Scandinavian heritage. She had lovingly taught Helki the basics of making the excellent pastries of Norway.

Learning under Peony had been the chance of a lifetime; enabling her to start her own catering business. Now here she was one year later, living the dream. It wasn't easy working days and catering at night, but now, all of her hard work has paid off. Yes, she thought, _I have a long way to go, but I picked up a few more accounts this week, and all in all, being able to work for myself is an amazing feeling._

Helki thought back to the time Pastor Kirkland and his wife Suzie invited her to join their church, _That was the one thing that I needed in my life more than anything else. I could not imagine life without my church family. The pastor_ _'s Sunday eulogies really ministered to me. Each week is a real learning experience, and I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Not to mention, all the church activities keep me busy, thus giving me no time to sit home feeling isolated._ Pastor James says that Christianity isn't meant to be lived alone and we all need to walk together when going through the big moments of our life. He was right when he said, it helps to have a group that ministers to us during life's major transitions.

Overall, Dove Valley has been a blessing and I believed with all my heart that God directed me here.

Relaxing back on the sofa Helki closed her eyes and basked in the warmth,of the cozy fire. Suddenly, her eyes flew open with the shocking realization that she did not start a fire!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My early life was a bizarre combination of island hopping through the Conch Republic, and dodging alligators deep in the Everglades. Loop road sported two bars and one gas station. The sixty mile long dirt road wound its way through the big cypress swamp. Virtually none of the local residents obeyed the only rules posted outside of Florida's roughest tavern, which read, "No Guns or Knives Inside,"

Most reluctantly, I left the Seminole Indian territory, and all of its colorful inhabitants and natural wildlife. Hopping aboard the "Orange Blossom Special," I made Mickey Mouse my new neighbor. There, in Central Florida, awaited my real-life prince charming Scott Hesler.

In 1986, after very nearly losing my lunch, I made my big debut on local radio. Surviving stage fright, this painfully shy, backward girl, settled into a dream career in Christian radio. In 1993, I fell in love a second time with my tiny newborn prince, Scotty. I then followed my heart's desire, studied art, and began painting.

The fairy tale came to a screeching halt when I became sick with a mystery illness. My health deteriorated to the point where I was blind and bedridden. However, unbeknownst to me, God was working in my life. The solitude and forced isolation led to writing my first children's book "Adventures in Rainbow City." Through the miracles of modern medicine, my Lupus is now under control.

The addiction to riding that magic carpet into a dream world has taken hold. Now, I could not live one day without visiting a fantastic new place, containing the most exciting and sometimes admittedly quirky characters that exist anywhere. Happiness these days, is fantasizing about my next great imaginary adventure.

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