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one.”
“Yes. Lake Coeur d’Alene. I lifeguard there during the
summers.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Dad lives near Boise. I’ve spent my summers there my college
years. How about you? Where do you live?”
“I have a ranch in Texas, on the panhandle. My dad manages it,
but I’m there more and more as my fights get farther and farther in between.”
“What do you do?”
“Just general ranch work. Cattle and a few horses. Some sheep on
the more barren acres. There is always something to do on a ranch. You don’t
have to look very far. A fence down, a wildfire, a cow having trouble calving.
Something different every day. You can plan what you’re going to do, but it
might have to be left for later when an emergency arises.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“It is. I’d like to show it to you, someday.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think you’d like it there.”
“All barren and dry?”
“It looks barren. There are lots of things living there. They
just hide well. You have to know how to find the beauty of the land. Our
sunsets have to be seen to be believed.”
“I’ve heard the wind never stops blowing.”
“Music to your ears. I miss it when I’m away.”
“You sound like a poet.”
“People who live on the land are very poetic. If you love the
land and are in tune with it, it makes your soul sing.”
“You’re right. I just never thought of it that way. But you are
right. I feel that way when I come home to my mountains and my streams.” She
looked at the little waterfall, splashing merrily beside them. “Do you have any
mountains there?”
He chuckled. “Well, we call them mountains, but I think you’d
probably call them hills. They aren’t very high from the surrounding plateau.
So although they are high in elevation, they don’t look it. When the Texas snow
blows across them in a blizzard, they feel high.”
“It sounds wonderful. Yes. I’d love to come see it.”
“How about after the fight?”
“If there is a fight.”
“Either way.”
“If Jerry is killed...” She looked at him, the troubled
expression back in her eyes.
“I don’t intend to.”
“Do you think you can stop it?”
“I’m working on it.”
“I’ll keep working on my end. I probably should go. I like to be
in my room before things heat up around the hotel.” She stood up.
“Think about switching,” he said, putting a tip under the plates
and holding the door open for her.
“I don’t know how I can.”
He drove her to her hotel. Let her out, even though he did not
want to.
“I’ll see you tomorrow...no day after tomorrow. I’ve got a
series of press conferences and weigh-in and other activities tomorrow evening.
You’ll be okay?”
“Yes.”
“You say you have money for tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
“So what will you do for the night after that?”
“I’ll pray about it.”
“And that works?”
“Always has. Sometimes I have to wait a while, but I always get
an answer.”
“If you don’t, call me.” He grabbed a piece of paper and put his
cell number on it. “I’ll loan you money just to get you out of this place.”
“Thank you.” She hopped out of the car. “And thank you for the
lovely meal. Food does do a lot to lift one’s spirits.”
“You’re welcome.”
He watched to see her go inside, then drove away. He missed her
already.
Stormy amazed him. An unquestioning faith. It was one more
quality he wished he could have.
He had always considered
himself self-sufficient and totally in control. He was the champ and life
revolved around him. But he wasn’t in control of this situation.
The seventh day. One week to go. After a fruitless day of
waiting to see people who did not want to be seen, Stormy felt like crying. No
money either. She’d have to call Kyle and beg some from him. Or else go home.
And that was a joke. She didn’t even have money for a ticket home.
She had been praying for help, but her prayers seemed to go
unanswered. It
“Yes. Lake Coeur d’Alene. I lifeguard there during the
summers.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Dad lives near Boise. I’ve spent my summers there my college
years. How about you? Where do you live?”
“I have a ranch in Texas, on the panhandle. My dad manages it,
but I’m there more and more as my fights get farther and farther in between.”
“What do you do?”
“Just general ranch work. Cattle and a few horses. Some sheep on
the more barren acres. There is always something to do on a ranch. You don’t
have to look very far. A fence down, a wildfire, a cow having trouble calving.
Something different every day. You can plan what you’re going to do, but it
might have to be left for later when an emergency arises.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“It is. I’d like to show it to you, someday.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think you’d like it there.”
“All barren and dry?”
“It looks barren. There are lots of things living there. They
just hide well. You have to know how to find the beauty of the land. Our
sunsets have to be seen to be believed.”
“I’ve heard the wind never stops blowing.”
“Music to your ears. I miss it when I’m away.”
“You sound like a poet.”
“People who live on the land are very poetic. If you love the
land and are in tune with it, it makes your soul sing.”
“You’re right. I just never thought of it that way. But you are
right. I feel that way when I come home to my mountains and my streams.” She
looked at the little waterfall, splashing merrily beside them. “Do you have any
mountains there?”
He chuckled. “Well, we call them mountains, but I think you’d
probably call them hills. They aren’t very high from the surrounding plateau.
So although they are high in elevation, they don’t look it. When the Texas snow
blows across them in a blizzard, they feel high.”
“It sounds wonderful. Yes. I’d love to come see it.”
“How about after the fight?”
“If there is a fight.”
“Either way.”
“If Jerry is killed...” She looked at him, the troubled
expression back in her eyes.
“I don’t intend to.”
“Do you think you can stop it?”
“I’m working on it.”
“I’ll keep working on my end. I probably should go. I like to be
in my room before things heat up around the hotel.” She stood up.
“Think about switching,” he said, putting a tip under the plates
and holding the door open for her.
“I don’t know how I can.”
He drove her to her hotel. Let her out, even though he did not
want to.
“I’ll see you tomorrow...no day after tomorrow. I’ve got a
series of press conferences and weigh-in and other activities tomorrow evening.
You’ll be okay?”
“Yes.”
“You say you have money for tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
“So what will you do for the night after that?”
“I’ll pray about it.”
“And that works?”
“Always has. Sometimes I have to wait a while, but I always get
an answer.”
“If you don’t, call me.” He grabbed a piece of paper and put his
cell number on it. “I’ll loan you money just to get you out of this place.”
“Thank you.” She hopped out of the car. “And thank you for the
lovely meal. Food does do a lot to lift one’s spirits.”
“You’re welcome.”
He watched to see her go inside, then drove away. He missed her
already.
Stormy amazed him. An unquestioning faith. It was one more
quality he wished he could have.
He had always considered
himself self-sufficient and totally in control. He was the champ and life
revolved around him. But he wasn’t in control of this situation.
The seventh day. One week to go. After a fruitless day of
waiting to see people who did not want to be seen, Stormy felt like crying. No
money either. She’d have to call Kyle and beg some from him. Or else go home.
And that was a joke. She didn’t even have money for a ticket home.
She had been praying for help, but her prayers seemed to go
unanswered. It
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