Yea,
I got your attention, didn’t I? Good. Things happen to me. I’m an accident
waiting to happen. There are days when I dread going out of the house cause I
know life is just waiting to pounce on me when I’m not looking. I have goat
problems. I don’t know where they come from, but sometimes I go outside and
they are standing on my picnic table. I shoo them off and they go about their
business, but in a day or two they’re back. I have raccoons that I’ve fed and
now they won’t leave. They stand on my porch and I swear to God, they knock on
the door to get my attention. I fed one raccoon some grapes and now I have an
army of the little suckers, all wanting a handout. I need a vineyard! And the skunks! I have cats so I keep cat
food outside and sometimes I go out at night and I’m surprised by all of these
cats with white stripes down their back and fluffy tails!!! Polecats! But they
have never sprayed me – yet. Once, I went out and there was little powder puff
baby skunks and I melted. I knelt down about two foot away from them and I
watched them eat and I longed to pick them up and kiss them – but I knew
better. The mom never offered to hurt me, but I was lucky.
A
lot of wild things have happened to me. I have swallowed a bug while trying to
sing. I have got a microphone hung in my mouth on a stupid dare (story detailed
in BADASS). I have went into the boys bathroom by mistake twice (well once was
on purpose). I have tried to drive a stick shift car and only been able to turn
right, so I drove 15 miles out of the way so I could get home with all right
turns. Things just happen to me. I have to go to the bathroom at the most
inopportune moments, I have worn my dress wrong side out and two different
shoes. But once, my ill luck turned out for the best. Allow me to tell you
about the day I met John Stamos and the cock.
When
I worked as an accountant in Beaumont, my office was in one of the older bank
buildings. It was near the port, so sometimes at lunch, I would drive down
there with my sandwich and watch the ships come in to be unloaded. Water has
always fascinated me. Yes, I wasn’t in the best part of town. And yes, I was
alone – but I have always been fearless! I drove a silver Camaro Z29 back in
those days. It was low-slung, fast and I looked good driving it! Ha! – well,
maybe. I love cars. I’ve had a Camaro, a Jag and a Lexus and I’m thinking about
buying a 2014 Corvette Stingray – seriously.
Well, anyway- back to my story. I would drive my Camaro down by the
docks, eat my sandwich and watch the boats. One day, when I was leaving, I noticed
some cars outside this disreputable looking house and there appeared to be a
scuffle on the porch, so I slowed down to watch and it appeared to me that
there was a drug-deal gone bad going down. These guys were roughing up these
other guys and I sorta enjoyed the show. One of them noticed me, so I eased on
off.
I
hadn’t gotten far till this low-slung foreign car pulled right in behind me. I
looked in the mirror and it was one of those guys from the porch. He motioned
me to pull over. I didn’t. He crowded me. I sped up. He pulled along beside me
– he was cute – I smiled, but kept going. If this was a drug dealer, he was an
attractive drug dealer. He looked like a young John Stamos, it was hard to be
afraid of John Stamos. But I didn’t stop. Finally he whipped around in front of
me and cut me off and I had to stop or hit his car. He sauntered over to me and
asked to see my license. I told him that he didn’t look like any cop I had ever
seen. He smiled and told me he was under cover, and I had to bite my tongue to
ask if he wanted to be under my covers. He
asked me what I was doing in the area and I told him that I was eating my lunch
and watching the boats. He laughed. John Stamos told me that there was a report
of a car like mine involved in a drug chase. I looked down at myself – all 5
foot 3, 100 pounds of girly-girly with waist length dark hair, big blue eyes
weaingr a white eyelet sundress and ballet slippers. “I didn’t do it, Officer,”
I blinked at him.
“Okay,
you get on out of here and go back to the right end of town,” he motioned me on
my way. I left – reluctantly, but was happy to see that he followed me. I
returned to my office parking lot which was a few blocks from the building.
When I got out of the car, I looked around, but didn’t see my sexy cop. WHOOSH!
All of a sudden, I was attacked! I thought I was being mugged or pillaged! I
fought off my attacker – I squealed – I bounced – I yelled. Amidst all of the
chaos, I tried to figure what had a hold of me! Finally, I realized it was a
rooster! A big cock! How I had attracted this feathered fiend I had no idea. He
flapped his wings and fluttered around my head and kicked at me and I thought I
was gonna die! I danced and bounced and carried on until I felt the beast being
removed from my shoulders. “How in the world did you find a cock in the middle
of downtown, Little Girl?”
I
looked up and my John Stamos was standing there holding the rooster by his feet
– his wings still flapping – just a grinning at me. “I don’t know, just lucky I
guess.” I answered. He tossed the bird off in the bushes and escorted me to my
office building. I was late. Later, I had to try and explain to my boss why I was
late. The boats, the drug deal, the undercover cop, the cock in the parking
lot. He didn’t believe me. But it was worth it - - I had a helluva date the
next Saturday night.
Sable
and the Cop/Cock. . . . . and the story
continues. . . ha!
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The next day brought trouble. Jacob
had promised Libby he would teach her how to ride a horse. Aron had wanted to
do it, but he got called away to a meeting with the family lawyers about the
management of their parent’s trust fund. The economy was hitting everything
hard, so it became more of a challenge each year to invest in ventures that
provided a decent return. It was also his responsibility to review all the
allocations that were meted out to worthy teenagers and sick children. They
also had a program to loan out money to cancer patients who wanted to further
their education. Necessary business, but Jacob knew Aron hated to be away from
Libby and that he would get through the day as quickly as humanly possible.
After listening to Libby plead,
Jacob had relented and chosen Molly. She was the most gentle of their horses
and he knew Aron would kill him if he let anything happen to Libby. Oh, Aron
talked big and pretended that his time with Libby didn’t matter to him, but
Jacob knew they were falling in love with each other. He also knew that Libby
felt like her time was limited, but Jacob was a big believer in positive
thinking, faith and miracles.
From his work with the various fund
raisers for cancer victims, he knew Doc Mulligan personally and when the Doc
had learned that Libby was coming to work on Tebow, he had given Jacob a call
himself. The Doc had cautioned Jacob about Libby taking any unnecessary risks.
Doctors and science didn’t really understand what threw someone who had cancer
into remission, or out of it, but there were some studies which suggested that
trauma to the body could shorten a remission period. Anyway, there was no use
taking chances—that’s why he had chosen
Molly.
Jacob also knew about the test she
had to return for in less than a month. Hopefully, by that time there would be
good news and Aron would start coming to his senses. Libby belonged on Tebow.
Libby belonged to Aron. Jacob had never been surer of anything.
“Hold the reins like this, Libs.
Not too tight.” He led the old horse around, adjusting Libby’s feet in the
stirrups. “That’s right. You don’t have to be afraid. Molly is as gentle as a
lamb.”
Libby wasn’t afraid; it was just a
long way to the ground. Her balance wasn’t the best in the world, but this was
one thing she had promised herself she would do while she still felt good.
“You’re doing great, Libby. I’m going to walk you over to the corral and you
can just go round and round in a circle until you feel secure enough to take a
real jaunt.” Jacob’s words were reassuring. He wouldn’t let anything happen to
her, not if he could help it. Smiling, she knew Jacob was fond of her, but he
was also scared of Aron.
Aron cared about her. Libby knew
that he did. But even if Aron changed his mind about the nature of their relationship,
it still wouldn’t change the reality of her disease. No, she was in remission,
she reminded herself. Remission. She knew the statistics, there was no use
playing like she didn’t.
“Okay, take off.” He set Molly and
Libby into a safe circular path. Or it would have been safe if a big ole
chicken snake hadn’t decided to crawl across the enclosure. Those old chicken
snakes knew no fear. Aron wouldn’t let any of them be killed because a) they
didn’t have any chickens or eggs and b) chicken snakes ate their weight in
rats, regularly. Molly didn’t know they were harmless, however, and Libby was
deathly afraid of even a rubber snake. So when Molly shied from the snake,
Jacob hollered, causing Libby to jerk. Molly bucked and when Libby saw the
snake while struggling to hold on, all hell broke loose. Libby came crashing
down. Jacob thought that everything was all right. It was just a little fall.
The snake hadn’t looked back and Molly didn’t step on Libby. But, Libby didn’t
move. He ran to her and found blood all over the back of her head. She had hit
the top railing of the fence on her way down to the ground.
Aron was homesick. He hadn’t even
been gone a whole day, but he was nearly aching with longing. And it wasn’t
Tebow he was homesick for, or his brothers. Aron was homesick for Libby. She
had slept in his arms all night, but right now he felt as if a piece of him had
been cut off. Never would he have believed that a little slip of a girl could
get under his skin the way she had. He thought about her all the time.
Libby had surprised him. She fit
into their life like she belonged. Nothing was too much trouble; she pitched in
and helped in every project they took on. That is—she tried—Aron
had a hard time trying to keep her safe. Other than her overblown fear of
snakes, she was absolutely fearless. Just the other day, he had caught her
trying to coax one of their biggest Beefmaster bulls into a stall so she could
give him a bath. The dignified, registered, blue-blood Warpaint was not amused.
Neither was Aron.
Again and again it hit him how
different from Sabrina that Libby was. He had received a call from their
neighbor, Clyde Cummings, an elderly widower. He had requested one of the boys
to come over and help him pull a tractor loose that had got stuck in the mud.
In the process of trying to free it himself, the old man had hurt his back.
Libby had taken Clyde casseroles and soups for a week, until he was feeling up
to par. Nothing like that would have ever even occurred to Sabrina. The nice
things Libby wanted to do for others reminded Aron of his mother.
The day before yesterday, one of
Aron’s prize heifers had begun to calve. It was her first, and Aron was worried
about her. The bull he had bred her to was big and he didn’t want to risk any
birth complications. Libby insisted on attending the blessed event, nothing
less would do. When Aron had been forced to put his arm up the cow’s birth
canal and turn the calf, Libby had been right there with hot water and towels.
(Not that he needed hot water and towels, but he humored her.) When they
finally pulled the little bull free of his mother, Libby had thrown her arms
around Aron and almost knocked him down. She had named the little bull Muffin.
Now how was that going to look on the official Beefmaster Association Breeder’s
forms? Actually, Aron didn’t care. He was so enamored of Libby that he was
almost giddy.
And the sex. Lord Have Mercy, as he
always said. The sex was utterly incredible. She was so sweetly responsive,
eager and uninhibited—yet, at the same time,
enchantingly innocent. It was a heady combination and one that kept him in a
state of constant arousal.
Libby had made herself at home at
Tebow and, most especially in his heart.
Although the trip had been a
necessary one, Aron was glad it was almost over. Never had the road seemed so
long from Austin to Kerrville. Never had he been so tempted to floor it. When
he got to the last leg of the journey, the dirt road that led from the blacktop
to the Tebow ranch gate had never looked so welcoming. He noticed the
wildflowers that grew along the way. Had they always been so bright and
colorful? Everything seemed better somehow. The air was sweeter, the food
tasted better...hell, he even liked his worthless brothers more.
Mostly, he couldn’t wait to hold
her in his arms again. Last night’s loving had only left him hungry for more.
That was the way it always was. He just couldn’t get enough of Libby Fontaine.
Lately, he had been rethinking his future. He had made a decision. A huge
decision. He wanted Libby in his life; there was no way he could face a
lifetime without her. Marriage wasn’t the word he would use just yet, but he
was definitely thinking long-term. The only problem was convincing her of that.
Something was holding her back. He knew she cared about him. There was no doubt
in his mind, since she showed him every day in more ways than he could count.
Why was she so adamant that their time together was short? Yeah, he knew it had
been his idea to start with. Hell, he was ready to admit he was wrong. Yet every
time he put limits on the relationship, she had been only too happy to agree.
Aron didn’t like for her to agree so damn readily. He wanted her to fight for
him. So, when he got home, the mission had changed. Win Libby Fontaine was his
new goal.
When he started up the drive, he
knew instantly something was wrong. It was only three o’clock and all of the
brother’s trucks were there. They were pulled haphazardly around the front, as
if they had all been in a hurry to get out and get into the house. His heart
clutched in his chest and
a wave of anguished concern ripped down his back. The air left his chest,
seized in his lungs like wet concrete, and the blood pulsed into his head.
He didn’t want anything to happen to any of his brothers, but all he could think
about was—Oh God—don’t let anything have
happened to his precious Libby.
He drove faster as he got closer
and ended up skidding his King Ranch dangerously close to the wide front
verandah steps. Leaping from the cab, he took the steps three at a time. Charging
through the front door, he yelled, “What the hell is wrong? Libby! Libby,
answer me right now!”
“We need to call Doc Mulligan.”
This was Jacob’s voice. A doctor? Who was Mulligan? By, God he’d find out. He
followed the voices.
“Shit, Aron’s here.” That was
Isaac.
“Like he’s not going to find us?”
Joseph stage whispered. “We’re in the den, Aron!”
Aron barreled into the ‘man-cave’
as Nathan called it and saw four of his brothers kneeling by the leather sofa.
And in front of them was—aw
hell, it was his Libby.
In a few short moves, he had
displaced brothers both left and right. Kneeling at her side, he whispered,
“Libby? Sweetheart?” She was so small and pale and her eyes were closed.
“What the hell happened?” He looked
directly at Jacob, pinning him with his menacing gaze.
“Aron, oh Aron.” Libby opened her
eyes, held out her arms, and as he took her, she began scooting over into his
lap. “I am so glad you’re here, Aron. So glad. I missed you so.”
As Aron cuddled her close, he
demanded again. “What happened to her?”
“She fell off of Molly.” Jacob’s
voice was level and quiet.
Aron’s hands at once began moving
over her body.
Isaac snorted. “It’s her head,
Aron.” Laughing, he said, “I thought I’d tell you before you felt her up in
front of us.”
“Hush up, Isaac. There‘s nothing
funny about this.” Aron’s voice was direct and succinct. He held her with one
arm, while he began parting her hair, looking for a wound.
“She hit her head on the fence when
Molly threw her.” Jacob sounded as guilty as he felt.
At Aron’s indrawn breath, Libby
feared for Molly and Jacob’s safety. “It wasn’t Jacob’s fault, I begged him to
teach me. And it wasn’t Molly’s fault. It was that humongous, horrible deadly
snake that scared us!” Aron fought with everything he had not to smile. This
was too serious.
“It was a chicken snake.” Jacob
muttered dryly.
“A huge, ugly, vicious chicken
snake!” Libby was very anti-serpent.
“Why aren’t you in the hospital?”
He looked at Libby, then at the brothers.
“No, no, no, no.” She clung to his
neck. “No hospital! Some of the worst days of my life have been spent in
hospitals.” Aron pulled her closer still, if that was even possible.
Jacob knelt by her and took her
hand. Aron’s eyes widened. “Libby, see the doctor, please.” Jacob’s voice was
low, but he spoke from his heart.
“I’m fine, Jacob. I don’t need to
see him.” Her eyes pled with him to let it drop. Knowing that Aron would take
up Jacob’s mantra, Libby changed her tactic. “Aron, please take me to our room.
I want to lie down and I need you to hold me.”
That’s all it took. Aron rose and
started off with her. Before he left the room, he turned and faced his
brothers. “If I ever come home again and find her with so much as a paper cut,
there will be hell to pay. I go off and leave the most precious thing I have in
the world in your care and you let a horse throw her,” he paused and a small
smile escaped his lips, “and a Godzilla-sized snake nearly swallowed her whole.
It will not happen again!” With that he stalked off, Libby held close to his heart.
“Yeah, this is a temporary thing.
You can tell. He don’t care a thing in the world about her.” Isaac observed
dryly.
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