Stand Back Up, Sugarland
Fear, Bon Jovi
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Doro
Safe In The Arms Of Love, Martina McBride
Amateur Lovers, Switchfoot
Raggedy Jane, Lee Aaron
Dear Jeremiah and Teresa,
"I need you to take the run to Blue Creek tomorrow,” he said apologetically. He knew she hated the Blue Creek station. It was one of the worst on the routes. The stationmaster and riders permanently based there were rude, crude and uncivilized. The bunkhouse was a mess. But, this time, Lou was actually relieved to have drawn the run.
She’d walked in diffidently, but as soon as her eyes had met Jimmy’s, she’d stopped in place, crossing her arms over her chest in challenge. He’d the floor to greet her.
Then came the time Kid had landed himself in prison, doing hard time. He and Cody had been gone on one of those long distance runs. The minute Cody had ridden in without the Kid, Lou’d had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong. She’d tried telling herself she was just being a pessimist, until Cody’d told them all about how Kid had landed himself in the hoosegow.
“Don’t go givin’ me that, Lou McCloud!” Sam had demanded. “I know what I saw and you know-“
“Sam, ya gotta keep quiet ‘bout her,” Kid had started to protest. “Teaspoon’d--”
“Her!” Sam had hollered, nearly loud enough to be heard all the way back at the way station. “He’s a … a… she!?”
"Dang it, Kid,” Lou’d grumped, smacking him on the chest. “You and yer loose lips!”
“But, he already saw us,” Kid protested. “I was just tryin’--”
“What exactly did he see?” she’d demanded.
"Oh, honey, ain’t nobody gonna marry the likes of us that work here! Leastwise, not if they’re stayin’ in town,” Jewel laughed. “But they can love ya and take care of ya. It’s only if they’re leavin’ town, like Josephine’s beau, that they’ll consider one of us good ‘nough ta marry. Just ask any one of those biddies in church on Sundays. Once a whore, always a whore.”
"Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes. Forever.”
To be continued....