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she was risking her life for a woman who didn't deserve her.
"Shit!” He smacked the tile wall. God, he loved her. He realized now he didn't know her at all. A thought occurred to him. Maybe they could just start over. It was a risk, a huge risk. He wasn't sure she would want to take it. His grandfather's letter reminded him there was no time to waste, anymore.
Heath got out of the shower and dried off. He pulled on a pair of boxers and then pulled out the old man's letter to read one more time. Hopefully, it would give him the strength he needed to take a huge chance on Chance.
Heath my boy,
You are the oldest. And your daddy and momma shouldered you with more responsibility than any child should have carried. You rode the range and learned to be a cowboy from him, and you learned to hold back your emotions from her. She always wanted a strong man, your momma. And she taught you boys to be strong as well. But what she forgot during that time was to teach you that the best times were when she let that down. When she let my son, your father, be a man, have a weakness. I was never afraid to show that to your grandmother, so I don't know where your daddy got it from. But I see you follow his trail, and it scares me. Cause I know you are capable of more.
Time, dear boy, is all you got in this world. If you spend that time holding on to things you should let go of, you'll regret it. Just like he did. My son died, and his dying words were of love. Love that he should have expressed every day, not just his last. You were with me when your Me-Maw passed. You saw me cry. You shared those tears. There's no shame in hurting when you lose what you love. Only shame in not letting the ones you love know it. I buried a wife and a child. I wish that on no man, but they both knew that I loved them, every day, not just one.
Don't waste any more time, Heath. Our years grow shorter as each day passes. Take your money, build your family, and love the one you're with. Women are a mystery. They need their secrets. Little things mean the most to them. You remember that. Those are the secrets they should keep. Treasures you give them along the way. And in this box is the letters your grandma wrote to me while I was on the range. You see, men need those little secrets sometimes, too.
Carry the pocket watch with you. And when you look at it, remember, don't waste anymore time.
I love you son,
Paw.
He folded the letter and placed it back in the box. He ran his fingers over the smooth wood. His Paw was right. He had no time to waste. He stood in the kitchen door looking at her for a long moment before speaking. “Come here for a second."
"It's almost ready.” She kept right on cooking. Her back was to him. He watched her slide the eggs out of the skillet next to the steak. She doctored them up he could tell as red and green diced peppers decorated the yellow lumps. It smelled good. Like dinner, dinner he hadn't sat down to eat in this kitchen in forever. When Rafe cooked, they stood around the counter.
He decided to walk over to her since she was preoccupied with the food. He grabbed her elbow, slid his hand along the smooth skin on her arm, and took the skillet from her hand. He repeated the motion on her other arm and then removed the spatula from her hand. He sat them in the sink. They were right next to it at the counter, so he didn't have to move away from her to do so. “I missed you."
She leaned back against him. He wanted to tell her everything he felt, but this was new, and that was a start. She sighed and said, “I missed you, too. I always miss you when you're not right here beside me."
"I'm sorry I kissed that girl. I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous. It was wrong.” He kissed her temple and hugged her tightly.
"You were really trying to make me jealous?” She seemed almost happy about it. For the life of him, he didn't know why his acting like an ass would make her happy.
"Yeah.” He laughed. As he relaxed, he
"Shit!” He smacked the tile wall. God, he loved her. He realized now he didn't know her at all. A thought occurred to him. Maybe they could just start over. It was a risk, a huge risk. He wasn't sure she would want to take it. His grandfather's letter reminded him there was no time to waste, anymore.
Heath got out of the shower and dried off. He pulled on a pair of boxers and then pulled out the old man's letter to read one more time. Hopefully, it would give him the strength he needed to take a huge chance on Chance.
Heath my boy,
You are the oldest. And your daddy and momma shouldered you with more responsibility than any child should have carried. You rode the range and learned to be a cowboy from him, and you learned to hold back your emotions from her. She always wanted a strong man, your momma. And she taught you boys to be strong as well. But what she forgot during that time was to teach you that the best times were when she let that down. When she let my son, your father, be a man, have a weakness. I was never afraid to show that to your grandmother, so I don't know where your daddy got it from. But I see you follow his trail, and it scares me. Cause I know you are capable of more.
Time, dear boy, is all you got in this world. If you spend that time holding on to things you should let go of, you'll regret it. Just like he did. My son died, and his dying words were of love. Love that he should have expressed every day, not just his last. You were with me when your Me-Maw passed. You saw me cry. You shared those tears. There's no shame in hurting when you lose what you love. Only shame in not letting the ones you love know it. I buried a wife and a child. I wish that on no man, but they both knew that I loved them, every day, not just one.
Don't waste any more time, Heath. Our years grow shorter as each day passes. Take your money, build your family, and love the one you're with. Women are a mystery. They need their secrets. Little things mean the most to them. You remember that. Those are the secrets they should keep. Treasures you give them along the way. And in this box is the letters your grandma wrote to me while I was on the range. You see, men need those little secrets sometimes, too.
Carry the pocket watch with you. And when you look at it, remember, don't waste anymore time.
I love you son,
Paw.
He folded the letter and placed it back in the box. He ran his fingers over the smooth wood. His Paw was right. He had no time to waste. He stood in the kitchen door looking at her for a long moment before speaking. “Come here for a second."
"It's almost ready.” She kept right on cooking. Her back was to him. He watched her slide the eggs out of the skillet next to the steak. She doctored them up he could tell as red and green diced peppers decorated the yellow lumps. It smelled good. Like dinner, dinner he hadn't sat down to eat in this kitchen in forever. When Rafe cooked, they stood around the counter.
He decided to walk over to her since she was preoccupied with the food. He grabbed her elbow, slid his hand along the smooth skin on her arm, and took the skillet from her hand. He repeated the motion on her other arm and then removed the spatula from her hand. He sat them in the sink. They were right next to it at the counter, so he didn't have to move away from her to do so. “I missed you."
She leaned back against him. He wanted to tell her everything he felt, but this was new, and that was a start. She sighed and said, “I missed you, too. I always miss you when you're not right here beside me."
"I'm sorry I kissed that girl. I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous. It was wrong.” He kissed her temple and hugged her tightly.
"You were really trying to make me jealous?” She seemed almost happy about it. For the life of him, he didn't know why his acting like an ass would make her happy.
"Yeah.” He laughed. As he relaxed, he
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