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   Chapter 7 It's about time!

Loving River By LadyRosabella Characters: 13937

Updated: 2017-12-20 17:17


AN- sorry it's been too long. Life's been crazy with working ft, a death in the family and other junk. To be honest

I just didn't feel in a good enough mood to write without killing all the characters off. But I'm back, and if I still have an readers, here is the next chapter- I made it extra long as an apology of sorts for keeping you waiting. Hope you like it. - Lady R

Zane couldn't run from River fast enough. Good gravy! How was he suppose to live with a woman like that? "I almost kissed her, Horse." He muttered half wishing that he hadn't kept control of himself. "How am I gonna keep her safe if I start doing dumb things like kissing her?" Zane sighed in disgust as he led Horse to the barn. It wasn't much as far as stables went but it would be sufficient for the night. "Night!" Zane groaned. "This is going to be the end of me! I've been sweet on that girl since before the pickle barrel. How am I going to live with her and help her without letting my feelings get involved?"

River sighed as she glanced around the dim interior of Zane's home. It needed some cleaning, that was for sure. I might as well start now, she thought to herself. Small though it was, it would probably take a good part of the week just to rid the place of dust. River searched until she found an old shirt of Zane's. She took it and and a bucket to the river to get water. Zane. That man was more confusing than a dog with two tails. River thought he'd always been a little sweet on her. That was the impression he gave. But the way he ran from her! What was a girl suppose to think? Apparently she read him wrong. Maybe the only reason he married her was to protect her from his father. Guilt started to take over as she carried her water back to the dugout. He had sacrificed his life to help her, gave up his chance for love and happiness. Feeling rather depressed in her old lady getup, River cleaned with a vengeance.

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The smokey saloon cheered Hefty right up. His boss, Robert Krillan was a little more difficult to cheer. Robert was frustrated. Sure, he had the right town, his searching had finally produced fruit. But it wasn't good enough! This wasn't exactly a small town, and the girl didn't seem to be widely know. Robert had talked to several men and women since he left the mercantile. A couple of folks claimed to know of her but they had no idea as to where she made her home.

Dejected and rather cranky, Robert Krillan took his seat at a round table. Hefty gestured to a girl to bring them drinks. Now that Hefty was so close to a drink, he was feeling rather charitable. So he attempted to cheer his boss up. "Don't worry, Bert. We haven't come so far for nothing. We'll keep our ears open and find her. The dame can't hide everyday."

"I'm tired of waiting." Krillan growled at Hefty. "Years I've been trying to find that wench."

"And you're so close, boss. Don't give up. She's so close I can almost taste her." Hefty said, his eyes following the tavern girl bringing their drinks.

Robert scowled at the girl as she brushed against his shoulder. He was in no mood for reassurances or made up girls. A man walked into the saloon, Robert watched his chose a table but the man quickly lost his interest. Robert turned his attention back to Hefty. Hefty however was finished reassuring his boss. His attention was now completely on the drink in front of him.

"Hi, sweetie." Micah smiled at the young serving girl. She was adorable with her nut brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Bring me a roast-beef sandwich, will you? Oh, and some milk."

The girl smiled prettily at the tall deputy, "Sure thing, sir."

As she moved away from his table, Micah tucked his napkin in his shirt collar and gazed around the smokey room. He really disliked the atmosphere of this place. But when Micah's stomach demanded food, he knew better then to refuse. Where else would he find a ready made meal at this hour of the night? Truth be told, he didn't mind seeing the pretty serving girl either.

Hefty waved the girl over for another bottle. He didn't know when he would get another drink and he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to fill his

nna believe this, but the man and his wife in that cabin insist that the only River in town is an old lady!"

"I know, the old woman in this house just told me."

"Are you sure we're in the right town?"

"Of course I'm sure! Come on, let's try a few more houses before we turn in. Maybe these two are just confused."

Several houses later, it was Krillian and Hefty who were confused. All the answers were the same. The only River in town was a sweet old lady who must be at least fifty seven. It doesn't make sense. It just doesn't make any sense at all.

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Zane opened the door for his tired 'older' wife. River could barely keep her eyes open as she drug herself back into the Soddy. The wagon wheel had broke several miles from home. Being so late, there was no chance of getting it repaired until the blacksmith opened in the morning.

"I'm so sleepy." River tried to disguise her yawn.

"I know, darlin'. It's been a long day."

River nodded as she leaned against the door. " Do you think we'll be safe tonight?"

"I'm sure our little game is going to have them confused at least until morning. Why don't you go get ready for bed. I'll put the horses away."

Zane leaned against the barn door and counted to two hundred before he deemed it safe to go back inside. Surely River would be ready for bed by now. Zane marched across the yard, he went inside and bolted the door. River had left a candle burning on the table, thankful for the small favor, Zane carried it to the corner where his bed was set up. He couldn't help but smile at the young old lady curled up in his bed. She hadn't taken her dress or her boots off.

There she lay, her eyelashes fluttery slightly against her pale skin. Her mouth open just a bit as she dreamed her dreams. Unable to resist the urge, Zane bent down beside her. He brushed her hair from her forehead. " I don't ever want go let you go, River Girl. I- I love you." He whispered just before he pressed his lips ever so lightly against hers. "You won't remember this, darlin'. But I'm glad you married me. Even if it's just for this day." Unable to resist the sweet feel of her lips against his, Zane's lips again met his sleeping bride's.

"A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this, to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips." Zane quoted Tennyson softly just before he slipped into slumber as well.

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