side of potatoes to go with them. If it meets your approval,” Cook added.
“Sounds wonderful.” Marie applauded. “I will be down after I get changed to start the rolls and maybe see if I can pull off a decent apple pie.”
Once upstairs she quickly traded her driving clothes for a work dress and headed back down to the kitchen. As she passed the front door, it flew open as her father made his entrance.
“Father,” Marie greeted him. “Good morning. Mr. Jenkins was here earlier and asked me to relay a message to you for him. He said that he was going by the jail to look for you; if he didn’t find you, he was going to the Tumbleweed and wants you to meet him there.”
“Thank you for the message Marie.” He replied brushing his lips across the top of her head. “What’s for dinner tonight? Do you have everything ready? I’ve decided that we will go with between eight and ten guests, of course the Andrews family will come with Frances as well as the Jamison’s with their daughter, the new schoolmarm”
“Cook is making up one of her newer recipes; beef medallions with mushrooms, pearl onions, gravy, and a side of potatoes. I was just coming down to get the rolls started and work on an apple pie.” She answered and then asked. “Is there anything we can add to that for you Father?”
“Sounds fine, sounds fine.” He distractedly patted her arm. “Did George say anything else when he was by earlier?”
“Only that he needed to talk to you immediately.” She told him. “He seemed very agitated.”
“Well, I best go find him then hadn’t I.” He turned and headed back out the door he had just come in.
Going back into the kitchen, Marie dug out the chocolate she had brought back for Simmons and went in search him, postponing her baking. Finally finding him, she smiled and handed him the treat. “Oh you sure do spoil me Ms. Marie,” Simmons declared smiling back at her. “But I do appreciate a bit of sweet every now and then.”
“Nonsense Simmons. If it’s anything, then it’s the other way around; you spoiling me.” She argued. “What’s a bit of chocolate every so often?” She glided out of the room having delivered her present and went back to begin her neglected baking. The hair on the back of her neck prickled telling her it was going to be a long night.
~VIII~
Kat watched, breathing a sigh of relief as James latched the gate behind the last of the returning herd. Well, now the easy part was done and she had the talk to dread. She knew Rick was going to demand that conversation and figured after all his help; he was within his rights to do so. She just wasn’t real sure about the issue of possession that he was having. She had never had a beau and didn’t know that she wanted one now. Watching him dismount and walk over to talk to Frank and James, she unashamedly watched the denim stretch across his backside and watched it as bunched and released in places as he walked. One thing about it, he was definitely a fine specimen of the male species and she wondered what it would be like to be truly possessed by him.
Continuing with her appraisal his appearance, she took in the way his hat fit down low, almost covering his piercing steel gray eyes. His dark hair was a little long and in need of a trim but it fit him. Unconventional but accepted as it was. He was, to the best of her estimation, a few inches over six foot and powerfully built. She could easily picture his huge arms wrapped around her as she rested her head on his strong shoulders or broad, muscular chest. She knew he could make her feel safe, protected, and cherished; what she didn’t know was if she could handle that. She had been alone with no one to rely on for as long as she could remember, what if she couldn’t hand over the control of the reins? Would she then lose him
“Sounds wonderful.” Marie applauded. “I will be down after I get changed to start the rolls and maybe see if I can pull off a decent apple pie.”
Once upstairs she quickly traded her driving clothes for a work dress and headed back down to the kitchen. As she passed the front door, it flew open as her father made his entrance.
“Father,” Marie greeted him. “Good morning. Mr. Jenkins was here earlier and asked me to relay a message to you for him. He said that he was going by the jail to look for you; if he didn’t find you, he was going to the Tumbleweed and wants you to meet him there.”
“Thank you for the message Marie.” He replied brushing his lips across the top of her head. “What’s for dinner tonight? Do you have everything ready? I’ve decided that we will go with between eight and ten guests, of course the Andrews family will come with Frances as well as the Jamison’s with their daughter, the new schoolmarm”
“Cook is making up one of her newer recipes; beef medallions with mushrooms, pearl onions, gravy, and a side of potatoes. I was just coming down to get the rolls started and work on an apple pie.” She answered and then asked. “Is there anything we can add to that for you Father?”
“Sounds fine, sounds fine.” He distractedly patted her arm. “Did George say anything else when he was by earlier?”
“Only that he needed to talk to you immediately.” She told him. “He seemed very agitated.”
“Well, I best go find him then hadn’t I.” He turned and headed back out the door he had just come in.
Going back into the kitchen, Marie dug out the chocolate she had brought back for Simmons and went in search him, postponing her baking. Finally finding him, she smiled and handed him the treat. “Oh you sure do spoil me Ms. Marie,” Simmons declared smiling back at her. “But I do appreciate a bit of sweet every now and then.”
“Nonsense Simmons. If it’s anything, then it’s the other way around; you spoiling me.” She argued. “What’s a bit of chocolate every so often?” She glided out of the room having delivered her present and went back to begin her neglected baking. The hair on the back of her neck prickled telling her it was going to be a long night.
~VIII~
Kat watched, breathing a sigh of relief as James latched the gate behind the last of the returning herd. Well, now the easy part was done and she had the talk to dread. She knew Rick was going to demand that conversation and figured after all his help; he was within his rights to do so. She just wasn’t real sure about the issue of possession that he was having. She had never had a beau and didn’t know that she wanted one now. Watching him dismount and walk over to talk to Frank and James, she unashamedly watched the denim stretch across his backside and watched it as bunched and released in places as he walked. One thing about it, he was definitely a fine specimen of the male species and she wondered what it would be like to be truly possessed by him.
Continuing with her appraisal his appearance, she took in the way his hat fit down low, almost covering his piercing steel gray eyes. His dark hair was a little long and in need of a trim but it fit him. Unconventional but accepted as it was. He was, to the best of her estimation, a few inches over six foot and powerfully built. She could easily picture his huge arms wrapped around her as she rested her head on his strong shoulders or broad, muscular chest. She knew he could make her feel safe, protected, and cherished; what she didn’t know was if she could handle that. She had been alone with no one to rely on for as long as she could remember, what if she couldn’t hand over the control of the reins? Would she then lose him
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