THE WALK BACK – Missing Scenes Part 1 By SaraJane May 2001 Sarajane83@hotmail.com **************************************************************** DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series and mini-series "Christy". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshal's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. THE WALK BACK – MISSING SCENES PART 1 The walk back to the mission became a test of will to me, as with each step closer, I pondered in my heart and mind carefully chosen words which would need to be said to the two very quiet men walking behind me. Yet in my quiet solitude, my senses seemed so alive. I could hear the comforting sound of the mourning doves calling "glad day" to eachother, no doubt clinging to branches and bushes only hours before. I could see the mountain ferns soaked with rain like an oversaturated sponge. The fragrance of pine trees provided an antiseptic smell to the whole area reminding me of a bottle of herbs in Neil’s laboratory, an aroma of the outdoors. The clemency of the weather this morning as compared to the gales of last night invited me to reach out my hand and touch a sunbeam peeking its way down to a wooded floor. As we walked, Tom, not usually a man of many words, described to me the activity in the cove and at the Mission House last night; families coming together, prayers being lifted up on our behalf, and the accidental pinning of Miss Alice under the great tree by the barn. The most amazing tale was that of the providential help of Birds-Eye Taylor, no less, in helping to lift the tree and pull her to safety. The fleeting thought came to me that all I wanted to do last night was to get back to the Mission where I would be safe, but I realized now I had been safe with Neil, while Alice, only feet away from the Mission door could easily have been taken home to God. Tom, and David, who had stepped up between us, began speculating on the efforts that were going to be needed to clean up the cove, while Neil walked behind us in silence. I turned slightly to see that he was watching me, and I speculated he was trying to read my actions, my facial expressions, unsure if each step he too! ! k was taking himself farther away from Cutter Gap and out of my life forever. I purposely slowed my pace to come alongside Neil, and try as I might, I could not think of anything to say. Reaching the bank of the river, I turned to look at Neil. His eyes were the color of smoky green; the color of the river the Choctaw’s named "The Cholohollay". He just looked straight at me as if to say, "Can I help you?". "I’m thirsty," I said. I placed my hand on his arm, dropped to my knees, and he followed suit. I cupped my hands together to get a drink of water. The pristine flow pulsed through my fingers and I took a taste. I ran my fingers once more through the steady current. "To think this water brings life and death, and took my dear friend Fairlight away," I spoke aloud in a hushed whisper. I turned my face back to Neil’s. Before Neil could make a reply, David quietly walked up behind me. He glanced at Neil, clearly unhappy about the turn of events. To have spent an entire night alone with Dr. MacNeill, in some mountain people’s code, would have meant an immediate wedding ceremony. The fact that Neil had been a perfect gentleman, well, not if you included that astonishing kiss, would not have mattered. David didn’t even question us about it, but I knew he must have been thinking about what may have transpired. Little did he know of the change in Neil’s heart, of his cry out to God. I wasn’t sure Neil knew I had seen and heard him pray, God granting me a moment of lucidity through the haze of a raging fever. I know it must have seemed hurtful to David, that I appeared so reserved and independent, but I had to remain as neutral as I could despite the fact I was already engaged to David. I needed time, which David had always resisted, but in my haste and impetuosity I had made a decision I wasn’! ! t sure I could live with. I wanted to be sure. I had to be fair to David and to Neil. Neil’s declaration gave me the opportunity to review what my life would now be like taking both choices into consideration. "Are you sure you’re alright, Christy?," David asked. I took Neil’s arm to steady myself and David grabbed me at my right elbow. I had the same feeling as when David slipped while carrying me in his arms a half hour ago and Neil had rushed forward to catch me; I found myself penned in between them. David’s touch was one of ownership, strong and sure. Neil’s touch was lighter, considerate, and more than gentle. Tom observed some rankling going on in the preacher’s face and it dawned on him that this rescue was more complicated than just finding Christy and the Doc. "Aw’ think aw’ll jes mosey up yonder a ways an’ see how tha' trail is a lookin’", said Tom as he turned from David and made his way to the right. Tom was anxious to get back to Opal and his children, so grateful to the Almighty for sparing their cabin, knowing harder times were ahead for the Holcombes and Bob Allens. Thanks, Tom, I thought to myself as I felt he was deserting me. Now I was alone with two very anxious males looking at my like I needed to make a speech, but I just stood there and the silence in my ears was deafening. THE WALK BACK - Missing Scenes Part 2 By SaraJane May 2001 Sarajane83@hotmail.com **************************************************************** DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental (I haven't read them all yet!). Enjoy! THE WALK BACK - MISSING SCENES PART 2 I stood and started walking towards the direction of the woods that Tom, in the far distance, had taken. At that moment Tom turned and waved as he saw we were on our way again. The inquiry started as soon as the walking began. David spoke and his voice was low and the tone uneven. He sounded like he was scolding Lundy about some bullish action in the schoolyard. Poor Lundy. Now that some time had passed I was sorry that he had been so intent upon disobeying Neil's orders. His constant hunger had cost him his life. Last night, in the storm, I had not heeded Neil's orders to "come inside" and nearly got myself killed. I had been given another chance, but Lundy had not. David looked at Neil. "You said Christy had a raging fever, doctor. Did you know your horse arrived back at the Mission House, as I understand it from Miss Alice, before Dr. Ferrand and I arrived? Your medical bag was still on his back. How is it Christy's fever healed so quickly without your bag of tricks? How did she hurt her foot? I gave Neil's arm a squeeze, hoping my action would reassure him I had confidence in him as a doctor. I admitted deep down inside that for a man with a struggle of self-worth, and at times insecure, he had shown boldness and courage by sharing his feelings of love for me, though I would have much preferred he'd told me the day he had left Cutter Gap some three months ago. I had been stunned at the news of his leaving the Cove. Perhaps we may have had words, again, and we would have parted in anger. David never seemed to have problems letting me know how he felt. "I don't blame him for being upset" I thought to myself as he was trying to make sense of things in his mind. He was looking out for me, and maybe he felt the need to champion his feelings. It was easy for him to tell me how he felt, and he told me how I felt. Many times I was pressured to return his feelings and verbally express myself. I said and did what I thought was the right and proper response. After all, I was in love, wasn't I? Neil always challenged me to think for myself and express my own thoughts. After Fairlight's death I was lost. David reminded me that it was God's decision, and not mine on whether Fairlight deserved to die or Lundy live. Faith was a belief and not proof. Neil's story about his beloved grandfather showed me he was willing to share his faults and life's experiences with me, no matter how negative he may have looked in my eyes, to companion our feelings, taking my burden, and making it his own. He reminded me that near death, Fairlight spoke what was in her heart, how she wanted me to teach her children, and she knew that was my heart's desire. "We were heading towards the cove when the storm blew in. We had dismounted and walked to a clearing overlooking the cove on a high ridge, a spectacular view. Our discussion had been centering on Jeb Spencer and his tremendous loss of Fairlight. We were having a spirited conversation, as usual. The horses spooked as the wind picked up and the thunder rumbled...." "I was running and I fell down a ravine. I should have listened to Neil. He had asked me to stop running. If I had, I wouldn't have been hurt. Now that's all I'm going to say on the subject, David. I already told you I was fine. You don't need to worry about me. As a matter of fact, I thought you were in El Pano?" "I was there and when the storm came up and as I was turning to leave I ran into Dr. Ferrand. We decided to brave the storm in case Alice may have needed us at the Mission." David looked at Neil. "I did meet your 'colleagues', doctor, a Harold Wade, who informed me nicely that you were visiting a school teacher in Cutter Gap." "David, you walked seven miles in the worst storm in probably Cutter Gap history, with the rivers swollen and mudslides literally washing away homes and you thought nothing of how I would feel, as your future wife, learning of your death just two weeks before our wedding?" Now the conversation was centering no longer on Dr. MacNeill, but on David and his lack of faith in me. "I stand by my actions, Christy. I phoned the Mission house and Tom McHone said you weren't there. I was worried about you." "Didn't he tell you where I was?" "Well, yes. And who you were with." "And you didn't trust me? What's love if it is not based on trust, David? I wasn't with a stranger, I was with Neil MacNeill, the cove's physician." "It's not that I didn't trust you. As my future wife, what were you doing taking the day off and riding off with MacNeill?" The whole awkward conversation was happening with Neil spoken of in the third person, as if he were not even there. It was the first time, in a long time, that I could remember having "words" with David. "Perhaps I should give you two some privacy?" "Yes, doctor. You've had enough privacy with Christy I should think. You had no business dragging her out here when she has precious little time left to prepare for our wedding." "She was wearing herself out doing too much and not getting enough rest. It's one of her worst habits. I thought a ride in the fresh air and a change of scenery would do her some good. I didn't anticipate the violent act of nature. I've already apologized to Christy. I feel terrible about what happened but for my own reasons, if I had to do it all over again, I would not have changed my decision or hers." I decided to let them talk it out. It would have to be done sooner or later and I would try my best to keep quiet and concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. "Christy's engaged to me, MacNeill. She chose me. You left. I walked seven miles to be sure she was safe." "Grantland, you're being dishonest with yourself. You walked seven miles because she was with me. You've always been upset about our friendship. Obviously you were unsure of Christy's feelings or you would have stayed safely tucked away in El Pano. If Dr. Ferrand would have suffered harm in the storm, how would that have made Alice feel?" "If it weren't for Dr. Ferrand and myself, Bob Allen may not be alive today. We rescued him from the river with not a moment to spare." "It was Providence, Grantland, using our foolish actions to bring about some good, trusting in Him rather than in our own human judgment." I could barely believe my words. David stopped, but I kept walking ahead. "Providence, doctor? Am I hearing you correctly?" "Grantland, you think you know me, but, whether or not you like me or even agree with me, you do know that my actions regarding Christy were not some pre-meditated evil plot to spirit her away into danger. I'll admit I was fool-hardy in some respects, but once I sensed we were in danger it was my decision first and foremost to see Christy safe from harm's way." "You didn't, though, did you, MacNeill? This isn't the first time Christy has been put in harm's way because of you. Why is it she runs to you in her times of trouble? How many times have I gone looking for her only to find my search ends at your doorstep?" "I can't speak for Christy; you'll have to ask her that question yourself. But while you're asking questions, let me ask you one. You know what you want for yourself. What do you want for Christy?" "I want her to be happy. I want her to enjoy teaching and the ministry that God has for us at the Mission in Cutter Gap, or wherever he leads us next. I want us to have an understanding, to be good to each other, to lighten her burdens by giving her a life free from the harshness I've seen here in the Cove. I want to protect her. I've already told you I'm the better man for Christy. Now that I've said all that, what would you do for Christy? "I would love her". Neil walked quickly away from David and up the hill to meet with Tom McHone and myself. I looked up at him but could only see his profile and his face was masked with an intent stare. He was looking out into the woods. We could see the rolling, muddy landscape of the cut of the mountain. Scattered branches nestled between nearly naked trees, their leaves sucked violently away, scattered on the moist ground. David had finally run ahead to join us and when he came up beside me he took my hand. I let him hold it for a while hoping it could ease the tension I felt walking beside him. (Neil noticed Christy's hand in David's. Now his possibilities looked as bleak as a gray, overcast sky. Beyond the old corn stalks he saw a flock of crows holding a raucous council. "Perhaps they're part of the debate," he thought.) I needed to talk to Neil before we got to the Mission. What were his plans? I had no idea. Could he possibly leave for El Pano without talking to me, without settling things between us? The rooftop of the Mission House was in sight. As we rounded the road leading to Miss Alice's cabin, I dropped David's hand. "David, I'd like you and Tom to go on ahead and let the others know that Dr. MacNeill and I are all right. I need a moment of privacy with Neil and I'm sure he'd like to check on Duke in the barn. Tom, you go and run ahead. I'm sure you're anxious to check on your family." "I rekon, Miz Christy, Opal's mighty anxious-like ta check on our place, and Jeb's." "Thank you for coming to search for us, Tom." "My thanks as well, Tom. I'm beholding". Neil held out his hand. As they were shaking hands Tom answered, "Fiddlefoot, Doc. I'm jus' sure as glad, same as tha' other folks, to see ya back". Tom then turned and ran up the road to bring the good news to all at the Mission. "Christy. As your future husband I feel you've spent enough time alone with Dr. MacNeill. You need to get back to the Mission. Now." "He's right, Christy. They'll be expecting you to walk in with Grantland, as you should." "Perhaps you want to be alone so you can get your stories straight?" I couldn't believe David had said such a thing. I knew it was his hurt talking, but I turned and slapped him in the face. Boy, I was getting a lot of practice doing that lately. I could see that David did not want me to have any conversation alone, ever again, with Neil. I decided to do something I was sure would bewilder Neil and upset David, but I felt my choices were limited by time, so I turned to Neil. "Would you mind carrying me the rest of the way?" David turned away, angry, and started walking. I knew I had hurt him but I had to find some way to talk to Neil before we reached the mission. I didn't think the people at the Mission would think it odd if Neil carried me inside. Goodness knows he'd carried a lot of the sick of Cutter Gap, at one time or another, into the Mission house. (As she drew nearer his heartbeat reminded him of a time, when as a young lad, he had held a crippled bird in his hand and felt it's heart fluttering away.) Neil reached down as I put my arms around his neck. He lifted me gently up into his arms and turned to look me in the face. I could feel the warmth of the back of his neck in my hands. His hair was tangled in my fingers. I moved them. Neil closed his eyes for a moment and started walking. I laid my head on his shoulder. I took a deep breath and felt my breathing ease up. "Are you comfortable, Christy? Are you feeling faint?" I lowered my voice and whispered near his left ear, "Neil". There isn't much time before we get to the Mission house, maybe a minute or less. Neil, I must talk to you. Can you hear me?" "Yes, Christy," he replied in equally hushed tones. I moved a little closer to be sure he would hear me. "Neil, you can't leave. Please don't ever leave me again." THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - Missing Scenes Part 3 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided who to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - MISSING SCENES PART 3 Neil had just enough time to answer as I saw Sam Houston come running lickety-split from the Mission House steps. "Christy...I won't leave you, Lass, I promise, but....." At that point Neil had also seen Sam Houston. "Hey, Grantland!" yelled Neil. David's jaw was locked into a grimace, but softened as he looked at me. As David turned Neil walked up to him and lifted me over into his arms. As David carried me with barely five seconds to spare I watched Sam Houston hit Neil with the full force of his run, his arms tightly wrapped around Neil's legs, then Neil bending low to take the young boy into his arms. By that time David had carried me through the back kitchen door of the Mission house. "Doc, yer back! Ah missed ya, Doc. Ah missed ya sumpthin' fierce-like." Sam Houston began to cry. "Doc, we done lost our cabin in tha' storm. There be nothin' but splinters left." The brightness of Neil's morning that he had experienced so early in the day vanished for a moment until he remembered his prayer and that they were all in God's hands. "I know, wee one, but you've plenty to be thankful for. Your family is all safe and sound I take it?" "Yes um'." "That's good. He now looked at the boy. "I missed you too, Sam Houston," and he hugged the boy to him, his eyes beginning to glisten. "I'd like to find Miss Alice. Can you take me to her?" "She be in the kitchen holpen' Ruby Mae with some cookin', but ah ain't hungry fer much a' tall." Neil lowered Sam Houston to the ground. "Are you feeling alright?" Neil checked his forehead with the back of his hand. "No fever. Have you been stuffing yourself like before,? he teased. "No sir! Ah guess ah be frettin' over a few thangs in ma head." "I see. Do you say your prayers at night?" "Yes'um Doc, every night. Sometimes ah thank ah keep tha' Almighty plum too busy with all ma goings on, and holp' fer friends, and ma Ma and Pa." "He's not too busy to hear, Sam Houston, I know that for a fact now. I prayed to Him myself last night. When you need to talk, you can go straight to Him, and your parents, and even Miss Christy." "An' you, too, Doc?" "Yes, even me." "Ah reckon so, Doc. How about now? Ah be a hurtin' over ma dog an' ma arrowheads. They be gone." Once more Neil pulled the boy into his arms and gave him a hug. Sam Houston turned to Neil and asked earnestly, "Are ya redeemed, Doc?" "I reckon so, Sam Houston, I reckon so. How about coming with me to check on Duke before we find Miss Alice?" "Sure!" he answered happily, grabbed Neil's hand and they headed to the barn. As they passed into the barn, the huge black mule poked his head through the stall window, it's ears pointed at them like a tuning fork. "Well, I see you made it through the storm, fella," said Neil as they passed. The mule followed their movement, staring back as if to say, "I may be a stubborn ol' mule, but I was smart enough to stay put in the barn, where it's safe, not like your horse, Doc." There were several cries of happiness as David carried me through the kitchen door. Ruby Mae, Miss Alice, Opal, their children, and the Holcombe's completed the bunch. "I'm fine," I smiled as each was eager to share their stories, but none so eager as Ruby Mae. Opal walked up and pat me on the shoulder. "Howdy, Miz Christy. We sure was a worried bout you an' Doc MacNeill. Is he alright?" "He's fine," David answered. Ruby Mae couldn't hold in the words any longer. "Ah done saved all a bunch of stories ta tell ya, Miz Christy, an' ah made sure that thar big spoon was safe an' sound. Oh, an' tha preacher and Dr. Ferrand, they saved Bob Allen's life in tha' storm, Oh!, an about yer weddin' veil,...." "Ruby Mae, you'll have to wait to tell Miss Christy your stories. She's had quite a night as well and needs to clean up and rest," and with saying that he turned and carried me up the stairs. "I can walk, David." "I'll carry you. Consider it practice for when I carry you over the threshold." I sighed. When we reached my room it was full of clothes and make-shift beds on the floor. David put me down on my bed. "We nearly had the whole congregation here last night." I looked up at David. "I wanted to be here, but the storm grew so intense, so quickly. After the horses ran off there was nothing left for Neil and I to do but find some kind of shelter." There was a long pause between us. He took my right hand in his. "David, I'd like to get into some clean clothes and wash up, maybe even rest a while, as you suggested. You should probably do the same. Could you ask Opal if she'd kindly bring me up some warm water? I couldn't face the onslaught of Ruby Mae's curiosity or 'tale-telling' right now." He stood and let go of my hand. "Of course. I'll see you later." He bent his head to place a kiss on my lips but I turned and he kissed my cheek instead. He walked to the door and without looking back closed it quietly behind him. I heard the latch click, closed my eyes, laid down, curled up my legs and wondered how I would be able to let David and Neil know how I felt. "Lord, please give me the direction and wisdom I need to make this important decision in my life. I didn't ask you the last time. I humbly ask you, now that I'm sure I know your will, to lead me and give us each the peace we need today and for the days to come. In your name, Amen." I shut my eyes and fell fast asleep. THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - Missing Scenes Part 4 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided who to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part 3, we! ! have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil’s safety, and Christy’s "heart to heart" with the Lord. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - MISSING SCENES PART 4 The kitchen in the Mission house was a flurry of activity. The children were asked to make themselves busy so they were ushered into the schoolhouse to draw, color, play games; what Christy called "indoor recess", when the weather was too poor to play outside. Lizette was to play "Teacher". The back door opened and Neil stepped inside. All eyes turned in his direction. He was carrying Sam Houston and put him down as Alice walked over, smiling, to give him a hug. "Thank God thee and Christy are safe". "And you as well," replied Neil. Mr. Holcombe spoke up. "Sam Houston, now ya git over ta tha’ schoolhouse now with tha’ others and don’t you be a botherin’ the Doc no more this mornin’, ya hear? Now git!" Sam Houston turned and scurried out the door as fast as his feet would carry him away. "He was no bother. I’m sorry to hear about your cabin." "Aye, Doc, not a splinter’s left!" Neil smiled inside. Like father like son. "Well, I’ve had no time to check on my own cabin, myself, but I’m offering you the use of it if you’ve a mind, until we can get a new one built for you. I know it’s farther away than you’d probably like to be, but it would be a roof over your heads." "Tha’s right kind of ye Doc, but Miss Henderson’s given’ up her cabin fer us an’ ah’ figure, Lord willin’, we and the Bob Allens may git us up a new place inside of five weeks with the neighbor’s holp. Winter’s right aroun’ the corner." "The offer still stands if you need it." They shook hands. Neil then turned to Alice. He noticed she was moving kind of slowly. "Alice, can I have a private word with you?" She and Neil stepped off to the edge of the hallway. "Are you alright, Alice? It wasn’t that long ago you were ill in bed or have you forgotten?" "Oh, there was an accident just after your horse showed up. It’s a long story, Neil, but I’m fine. Thee needn’t worry. I’m just a little sore this morning." "Well, take it easy and let the people in the Mission around here give you a hand. Now, I need to let you know that Christy ran a very high fever last night. It came on her quickly and lasted for hours. I did all I could as a doctor, but I was convinced I was going to lose her." "We were praying for you and Christy, Neil." Neil sighed. "Alice, you weren’t the only one praying. Christy needs rest now and she needs some good nourishment. I think warm soup and soft foods. Would you see that she gets both?" "Of course. And what about you, Neil?" "Me? I don’t know. If I can get something to eat now, I’d like to make way to my cabin, check things out, get washed up and put some clean clothes on. I’ll be back to help in any way that I can." "Thee needs to rest, too, Neil." "Not now. Perhaps later." "Oh, I almost forgot. Your doctor friends called from El Pano this morning after the phone started working again. "What did they say? Did they leave a message for me?" "A rather long message. In fact, I wrote it down. It’s in my desk. I could get it for you." Alice made her way to the desk and pulled up a little drawer to reveal a small cubby-hole and reached for the note. Neil had followed behind her. "Let’s see. I wrote it kind of fast. They, that is, Dr. Wade wanted you to know they were alright. Peterson and Rewey have plans on leaving tomorrow for Baltimore. They’ve got all their data analyzed. Dr. Wade will be leaving today, if possible." Alice turned to look at Neil. "That’s, of course, if the train is running." She continued. "He hoped you made it out just fine but he had to leave for an important case on Tuesday. They also met with Dr. Davis in El Pano who would appreciate hearing from you as soon as possible. Could you please call him in El Pano? Dr. Wade said they would present your paper at the meeting on Tuesday, not to worry about getting back, and wouldn’t expect you back for several days at the least. Your things will be waiting for you at the boardinghouse until you can claim them. That is all I have written." "Can I use your telephone?" "Of course." Neil made his way to the telephone and got a connection to El Pano, reaching Dr. Davis’ house. It was agreed by both that Neil stay for at least the next couple of weeks to assess any health problems from Cutter Gap to Big Lick, as well as Low Gap, and all places going West, South, and Northwest of Cutter Gap. Dr. Davis would cover all areas East, North, and South of El Pano. They were both sure to have their hands full. Dr. Davis was glad to have had the pleasure of meeting Neil in town, along with his colleagues, glad for the opportunity to finally meet Neil as his reputation as a fine doctor and surgeon was reported to him by the townsfolk on a regular basis. Neil felt somewhat embarrassed yet pleased to hear that perhaps he was finally making some inroads in treating his fellow countrymen. They would compare notes when Neil made his way to El Pano on his way back to Baltimore. As Neil put the receiver down he turned to see Reverend Grantland make his way to the hallway ! ! from the kitchen. "You still here, Dr. MacNeill?" Suddenly Neil felt tired. His voice took upon itself an easy tone. "Actually, I’m on my way out to my cabin right now." David had such mixed feelings about this man. He had learned a lot about dealing with the families in the cove through Neil’s admonitions. It had made the ministry much, much easier last night as quite a number of times he heard the doctor’s voice in his ear, "They only know a harsh and punishing God. They’ve come to expect the worst, first, then pray they can survive it later. If you want to make a difference, show them by your actions, not by your judgment. Love them unconditionally as you say your God loves them. These are my people. Make them yours as well. If you can’t do that then maybe Cutter Gap needs a new preacher." Harsh words, especially the last ones, but always from his heart so it was a hard pill to swallow. Last night in the Mission, for the first time David has truly emptied himself and had allowed God to fill him with compassion, leaving Christy in God’s capable hands. He was seeing himself as one of them, feeling their pain, grasping for hope, and relying solely on God for their safety. It was a harder task doing the same for the doctor, though he admitted to himself he was jealous, disappointed, and hurt. When MacNeill had mentioned that he had been worried about Christy’s fever, he could sense the doctor’s sincerity, but it didn’t make the situation any easier. Now things were more awkward than ever. Looking at Neil he saw a change in the man, something had happened up in Ingle’s cove. He didn’t know what, but whatever it was it had had a profound affect on Neil MacNeill. Neil’s voice was apologetic in it’s tones. "I must be going, Grantland. I don’t know when or if I’ll be back." He paused. "Today." "Don’t worry about Christy. She’s in good hands." "Yes, she is," replied Neil and he turned and walked through the living room and out the front door into the sunshine. Something caught his attention. A bird, singing to it’s heart content, was high up in a poplar tree and Neil remembered part of a poem he had learned long ago. "Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul. And sings the tune, Without the words, And never stops at all." THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - Missing Scenes Part 5 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeil, and Neil heads home to his cabin. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT THE MISSION HOUSE) - MISSING SCENES PART 5 I awoke to a knock on my door. Turning my head I sleepily answered, "Come in." It was Miss Alice. She entered my room and closed the door and came and stood by my bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I couldn't believe how much better I felt after that nap. "Good afternoon, Christy. I'm sorry to disturb thee, but I just wanted to be sure you were alright, and I must confess, I was anxious to see you," she said with a sweet smile upon her face. "I'm sorry. I must have slept longer than I had planned. What time is it?" Miss Alice checked the gold-colored watch pinned to her blouse. It had been a gift from Dr. Ferrand on her last birthday, just a few months ago. "It is two twenty-three." "I closed my eyes after washing up and changing clothes intending to rest maybe an hour or so. I'm so sorry, I should be downstairs helping." "No, child, do not fret thyself, nor be sorry. You certainly needed the rest. I slept late this morning myself. Everyone is scattered at the moment. The Holcombes and Allens are sifting through the remains of their homes. David left about an hour ago with Ruby Mae to help Jeb clean up and repair his beehives. I understand Rob Allen is back this morning for a few weeks from school to help his mother and father, so naturally Ruby Mae insisted on tagging along. "Oh, I can't wait to see him and ask him how he is doing and how school is going." I was so excited. Rob's lust for knowledge and natural talents in writing thrilled me inside and a small part of me was very pleased I had been a part of the plan helping him along the road to his future. "Do thee feel up to taking some nourishment? After you eat, if you think you can manage all right, you could help by picking up inside the rooms, straightening, folding blankets, no heavy work, as long as you promise not to wear yourself out. I promised to ride over to the McHones with some food and supplies. Later, Opal and I may try to check on the O'Teales as well. I need to come up with a barter so Swannie won't turn down our help. The Lord hasn't brought anything to mind as of yet, but I know He will. I think it best you just stay put today. I have strict orders from Neil about you. He mentioned this morning that you were very ill last night." "I was, but I feel fine, maybe just a little weak." "He's quite concerned about you." "He's concerned about everyone!" I said defensively. Why was I being defensive? I was sorry I had said it the moment the words left my mouth. "He misses his people here very much." "Christy, dear. Neil is more than concerned about you right now, than even himself. He left here without even stopping to eat." "He's gone?" A panicky feeling came over me. "Something has happened to him. I've never seen him act so...so..., I can't really describe it. Like a caught bird? When we spoke last night his voice was so calm and soft. Now that is not typical of Neil. It reminded me of the time, a few months ago, when he left for Baltimore and assured me that he had stocked his laboratory with medical supplies. I asked him if anything was wrong? He said he felt wounded inside, and there was only one kind of medicine that could heal it, he had taken a dose, but the corresponding medication wasn't available as far as he could assess. Very strange talk for Neil." "We're all wounded, Miss Alice. David, Neil and myself, and it is all my fault." I paused and decided to be honest with her. "I've been running away from Neil's love for me for a very long time." Miss Alice lightly gasped and took my hands in hers. "I wondered, at times, Christy. The love you share with David, is it a 'forever' love? I have watched you and David together and I felt a little envious of your situation, someday starting a family, continuing with ministry taking you where God leads you. Oh, I know Dr. Ferrand loves me very, very much. It is a hard decision and I can relate to your dilemma. You finally had made your choice to marry David but now you're not sure? Do thee return Neil's love?" "When Neil declared his love for me, Miss Alice, it was the most plaintative cry I have ever heard. He teased me. I teased him back. We shared some deep thoughts about Jeb and Fairlight. I heard what he had to say, but I still ran from it. It was so poetic, and so powerful. He implied I was making a mistake because I shared the same feelings for him. How is it that he always knows me so well? Even from the beginning of our friendship he had this uncanny way of knowing what I was thinking. That's one of the reasons I was always uncomfortable around him. In time he didn't even have to say anything, he could do it all with one of his 'looks'. We argued and he tried to justify his actions to me while I desperately tried to make him look and feel like a big heel. I rejected him, then I ran from him, against his good judgment, then he saved me and carried me to safety, later caring for me while I was so sick. After the storm was over, and the morning came, I saw him asleep in this old wooden chair. He was practically falling off, nodding his head. He looked so uncomfortable with his neck bent over. When he awoke and said 'Good morning' my heart just went out to him. For the first time I relaxed and let the true feelings I had been burying deep inside come out, and test them a little. I called his name and I wanted to say so much more when he came over and looked at me. It was a brief moment of feeling it was just he and I in the whole world and I wondered if he was reading me again, but he stopped me. He apologized and said the whole thing was his fault. He said I had to get back to the Mission because he was thinking you would be so worried about me. He carried me in his arms down the mountain. There was some peace and security inside me knowing even through our ordeal that the Lord had watched over us, and he had used Neil that night to make me aware that we were in God's hands." "God is everywhere, Christy, but oh so many times he uses people to be his hands extended." "His face was a mixture of guilt, as if he had caused the storm himself, and for what we had gone through; my sickness and fear. I wasn't doing too good of a job trusting in God. Neil reminded me of a scared little boy who was afraid after he had gotten into trouble and the thankful part came later when we both were able to leave the cabin safe and sound. It reminds me a little of the mischievous Creed Allen, but with a heart more like Sam Houston. During my fever I saw Neil praying! I wasn't able to concentrate too well. I tried to talk to Neil so many times. When I saw him, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming it. I've been having some strange dreams lately, but I know it was real. It can certainly explain the change that has come over him. I kept hearing this voice. I thought I was in heaven. I wanted to stay with Fairlight. Was I dreaming or was I really in heaven; I don't know. It was so real to me. This voice kept causing me to turn back. It was hard to decide because I was in such a beautiful peaceful place. I wanted so much to talk to Fairlight. Her face was just glowing with happiness and I wanted that happiness, too. Then I heard the voice again, pulling me back, pleading, and crying out to God. Suddenly I felt myself return back to the bed, my body no longer shaking, feeling calm and still. It was easier to breathe. I could hear Neil faintly whispering. I wanted to move, but at first, all I could do was lay there. After several seconds I was finally able to move my right arm and hand and I reached across for Neil's hand. He called my name and I remember I did say something to him but I can't recall what I said. That's all I remember until I woke up in the morning." "What will thee do, Christy?" "Miss Alice, to be loved like that, this is what kept going over and over in my head this morning. I began to examine my love for David during the walk back and I realized that while I love David, very much, I am not in love with him. I am in love with Neil, oh so very much." "Then thee must tell him." "I need to talk to David when he returns from the Spencers. Perhaps I can do that after supper tonight. I also need to telephone my parents as well. I am sorry for all of the extra work this wedding planning has caused for you and everyone involved. I will move all of the wedding things out of the parlor and try to store what I can in my room." "Thee need not fret, Christy, over thy decision. Marriage is a serious undertaking and it is best to know and to be sure of God's will and believe with your whole heart this is the man God has given for you. A man you can love deeply, unconditionally, and faithfully, someone you will spend the rest of your life with." "Why, Miss Alice, if we weren't speaking about my situation, I'd think we were talking about you", I smiled. "Are you a romantic?" Miss Alice engagingly smiled back. "Well, Jacob and I love each other very much, and for a long time now, but I haven't been able to make a part of the decision. You see, I know the 'answer', just not the 'when'. I do know this, Miss Huddleston, that in the midst of the storms of life, God sends us on a path, though sometimes full of trials and unchartered waters, He has restful stops and tender lights to guide us on our way." "I need some of those restful stops and tender lights right now." Miss Alice paused, thinking. "Perhaps I have a solution to your problem." THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - Missing Scenes Part 6 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - MISSING SCENES PART 6 Dr. MacNeill approached his cabin in the darkness. The sun had set hours ago, but this time of year the days were growing shorter so this side of the mountain was pitch black by five at night. It was now 9:30 p.m. and the quarter moon had made a small appearance from time to time sending down sliver shadows of golden light to the wooded floor and grassy fields in this southern part of the cove. There were too many clouds in the sky tonight. He was bone-tired coming from the Sommers place. Having had only a few hours sleep, and nothing more to eat than some fruit he carried in his bag, he rode off in a hurry almost four days ago. Before he had left he stopped long enough to fill his canteen with water, feed his horse, and write a short note and leave it on the table in the kitchen in case someone should come looking for him. Wil and Malea's son, Rodney, now twelve years old, had taken it upon himself to investigate the old wooden bridge over Wheeler Flowage, on the western side of Pebble Mountain. The sudden rise of water over flood stage caused the old bridge to break apart in the water not twenty minutes after Rodney had gleefully watched logs, household items, and broken trees rush down the swollen river, picking up items and throwing them into the watery pot like a hobo stew. The boy had been spotted, then saved by his uncle Arvin, and none too soon. He had sustained a dislocated shoulder, a minor concussion, and a broken right leg. He had swallowed quite a large amount of water, aspirating some of it into a lung and Neil was concerned about pneumonia. The good doctor had quite a lot on his hands when he reached the Sommer's cabin. With little sleep and nearly nothing to eat, he had thrown himself into his physician duties methodically investigating, then treating each ailment. After several hours, he was satisfied he had done all he could and it was just a matter of waiting it out. He dozed, accepted coffee, and a couple of biscuits with homemade blackberry jam. Forty-eight hours later the crisis was over. Rodney awoke asking for a drink of milk and some of his mama's flapjacks. Neil waited one more day, then felt confident that his parents and family could take over from there. Malea Sommers fixed him a plate of beans and farmer bread. It was the same meal offered to him the last 3 days and he was almost too exhausted to eat it, but eat he did. Two cups of coffee and a piece of gingerbread rounded out the meal. For his payment, Dr. MacNeill received a woven blanket which Malea's granny had made on her loom. He gratefully accepted. "We be beholden to ya, Doc MacNeill, fer what ye done fer our boy. We realize his foolishness nearly cost 'im his life. When we seen 'im he looked like he'd been drug through a knot hole backwards. We kin never thank ye enuf fer all ya done, Doc." He had napped for about four hours in the Sommers barn and awoke to the nudging from his horse's nose, no doubt thinking that the doctor had enough sleep and they need to be off in the woods, like an excited child the morning of a trip into "town". So he saddled him up and they were on their way. Later, during their trip, Neil noticed a huge spider was manufacturing a web between two saplings. From the corner of his eye, he caught a fleeting glimpse of something moving. He turned his head, went past, then back to a gray squirrel peering at him around the trunk of a large oak tree. For the first time in days, he felt free of any tension. The solitude of the woods had soothed away some of the ache in his heart, for the moment. He did not feel alone. At last he felt the presence of God, recognized it, and a peace came over him. As he reached the familiar bend in the road to his home he smelled smoke and saw a light coming from the cabin window. Neil led his trusted horse into the barn, unsaddled him, gave him some hay and oats; the horse "harrumphing" gratefully for food and a chance to rest. "I know, I know, I need to do the same, fella," and Neil playfully patted him on the rump. He turned and walked out of the barn. Someone must have decided to use his cabin after all. Carrying his medical bags over his shoulder and the blanket on his arm, he tromped up on the porch, opened the door and stepped inside. Sitting in a chair he found his Aunt Hattie. She smiled a warm welcome. "Welcome home, Neil." Neil laid his bags and blanket on the table and came over to her chair and knelt down to her level and kissed her on the cheek. " Hattie, what brings you to this side of the mountain? Are you well?" "Fine as frogs hair, Neil. I had been to Asheville, or don't you remember from my letter that Agnes helped to write? I was at Rose McClaren's but I got kind of anxious-like to get back to my home after that big storm. That sure was a gully-washer! Mr. Pentland brought me as far as yer cabin, the trail just be too wet and muddy three days ago to git much farther. Might be right dry now. Did you have any trouble? "No, not much, considering the amount of rain we took on." "I brought a friend with me who needed a few days of solitude. She went through tha' storm in a hunter's cabin, but she weren't alone." Hattie reached up her hand and searched for Neil's face, and finding it, "Some doctor fella took right good care of her," she said smiling. "Christy's here?" He smiled. Neil's heart began to beat quickly and his stomach started feeling strange, his throat becoming suddenly dry. "What is she doing here?" "She's took the cot in your special room over yonder an' she's resting up a bit. Wouldn't take yer bed in case ya come home, nor yer bed fixed fer patients. Neil, your voice tells me you've pushed yerself again. I'm that concerned." She patted his cheek and put her hand down in her lap. "She made a right nice pot of stew over yonder on the stove, but you'll have to heat it up. You know what, I'm a feelin' kind of tired myself." "I can take you around the corner and you can lie down in my patient's bed. I don't have a patient right now, so it's fine. Please." Well, ah won't fight you none on that, Neil. You should do the same." Neil carefully led his aunt over to the bed. She sat down, then lifted her legs and stretched out. Neil casually covered her with the quilt on the bed and she closed her eyes. He replenished the wood in the fireplace, took the stew off the stove and turned to go to his laboratory. The door was shut. He walked over and slowly opened it. It was cold inside. He propped the door open with a jug lying on the floor, walked back to the table and grabbed the new blanket he had been given by the Sommers. The light from the outer room cast a dim, warm glow inside and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust but he spotted Christy lying sound asleep on the cot. "She'll not be sleeping here," he quietly said aloud to himself as he turned his head side to side. He laid the blanket down on the end of the bed. Neil bent down and whispered. "Christy. Christy. Can you wake? I'll not have you sleeping on a cot in the cold when there's a perfectly good bed upstairs." No answer. She wasn't going to budge. He decided to pick her up and carry her upstairs and prayed she wouldn't wake. He didn't want an argument on the reasons why she had to stay downstairs. The cot was plenty good for him. He'd slept on it many times and it would be a good deal better than the barn he'd slept in hours ago. Gingerly he reached around her shoulders so her head was firmly held, and tucking the blanket he reached under her knees and lifted her up into his arms. She made no fuss. In a dream-like state Christy thought to herself. "I'm dreaming again. I can feel myself being carried in Neil's arms. I must be dreaming about this morning. Mmmmmm. I don't want to wake up. Stay here. Don't let go. Don't wake up." Neil walked into his bedroom and laid Christy down on the bed. It was dark inside the room. He made sure her head was on the pillow. He tucked the blanket around her and reached for the quilt at the end of the bed. He pulled that over her as well. It would be cold in the night after the fire died down. "I wonder if she knows that night in the cabin wasn't the first time I kissed her, " he thought to himself. "The first time was in the Mission House, after the schoolhouse fire." "Christy," Neil called in his smallest voice, "The first time was like this," and he bent down his head and tenderly placed a kiss on her right temple and hushed, "goodnight". Neil turned away and softly walked to the lab. He lit the lamp near the doorway, brought it with him, then walked over and sat on the cot. He could faintly smell the fragrance of rosewater. He was too exhausted to mentally assess why Christy was here, could understand she needed some solitude, yet she was here with him and a joy arose in his heart to know she was so near. The doctor removed his shoes and socks, his suspenders and sweater. He blew the light out and taking his new blanket he covered himself and fell fast and peacefully asleep. THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - Missing Scenes Part 7 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. In Part 6, Neil returns home after doctoring the Sommer's boy, and discovers that Christy is there with Aunt Hattie. They get ready to go to bed, but not before Neil moves Christy to his bedroom, and he takes the cot in the lab. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. I had to do this in another part after this one as I had too much material written. I had an awful lot of fun writing this one! Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - MISSING SCENES PART 7 About seven in the morning there was a loud, banging knock on the cabin door. "Doc, Doc, you in there?" Neil startled awake and heard someone coming in the front door. He threw back his blanket, rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried to focus. He had been in a dead sleep. During the night he had awakened to the sound of an owl perched in a tree next to the laboratory window. He had gotten up and looked in on Aunt Hattie, threw a couple of logs on the fire, then crept upstairs to check on Christy. A shard of light coming through the window lay across her sleeping frame and he could see she was still covered and sound asleep. He stood with his arms folded, leaning against the doorframe just looking at her for a couple of minutes wondering what it would be like to come home on a cool Autumn night, tired and lonely, then finding solace in her soft arms. He ached to know the feeling of having her near whenever his heart wanted to reach out to give love and receive it. Would he ever know that kind of joy? After leaving Christy he felt restless for about a half hour, stood on the porch a short while, listening to the restful sound of the water washing over the rocks, then laid back down again letting his mind go blank and back to sleep. At the sound of the knock he got up and began to walk out of the lab, then remembered to put the padlock into place behind him. He stood there in his bare feet and the floor was cold. Aunt Hattie had also awakened and without a fuss had vacated the bed and gone to a chair by the fireplace, wrapping her shawl about her shoulders. It was Uncle Bogg McHone, his son, Tom, and they were carrying in Duggin Morrison. Ruby Mae, Rob Allen, and three little boys, which Neil referred to as the "redemption rebels" came in tow; Creed Allen, Little Burl, and Sam Houston. Uncle Bogg and Tom looked at the doctor who signaled to bring Duggin over to the patient bed. They laid him down, the bed clothes still warm and Doctor MacNeill began to examine the man. It was clear his leg had gotten caught in an animal trap. Bogg reported he and Tom had managed to release the trap but the right foot was mangled. It was a nasty wound. Duggin was cussing a blue streak. "Stop your wailing and cussing, Duggin. There's children about and I'm here to help you!" "Ye kin holp by gittin' me sum more whiskey," he yelled, then mumbled something else and passed out. "Good. We'll not be hearing any more out of him for a while, at least, hopefully long enough to get this wound under control." Then the doctor started barking orders in rapid-fire succession. "Tom, start boiling some water. Ruby Mae, get the scissors over there on the side table and bring them here. Rob, get a nice good fire going over there and one in the stove. Hurry." Ruby Mae quickly obeyed. "Good girl. Now, take these scissors and cut open your Daddy's pant leg and no wailing about the blood." "But if'n I cut the pant leg, everyone knows what that means." No, it doesn't, not in this case. Just because you're cutting the pant leg doesn't mean he'll take the wrong road and wander off to hell when he dies. Just sew it up when you're able and that will mean his road to heaven is mended. Now get started. I need your help." "Ah know tha way ta heaven, Doc, an' it ain't that a way." Ruby Mae said with great certainty. "Good. That means you're trusting God and not these mountain superstitions." When Aunt Hattie heard this she marveled at the change that had come over her nephew and she smiled. It was a knowing smile inside that her prayers for Neil were being answered and the good Lord had used Christy to do it. He was a good boy, a fine man. Neil had been raised the Christian way but somehow through the years he had gotten off onto the wrong path. There was a foundation that had been laid years ago, and if he had gotten himself right with God, he had all manner of knowing to draw from the Bible to be his foundation. She bowed her head and started praying for Duggin. "Uncle Bogg, if you'd please go out on the porch, you should find a small jug of moonshine in the cabinet. It will appear like it's locked, but underneath is a switch. Just pull it and the door will release. Bring the jug to me, and don't be trying some of it before you get back in here. I need all of it." Neil walked over to a pitcher and basin. He poured some water and began to scrub his hands. "Tom, when you're done, can you bring me some clean cloths out of that drawer below the canisters on the same sideboard as where Ruby Mae got the scissors. Make sure your hands are clean. I can't have any contamination. After that, could you bring me my medical bags over on the table, please. Tom quickly checked his hands. They were dirty. Neil stood there with his hands away from his body while Tom washed up his, grabbed some clean cloths, and then took Neil's bags from the table and brought them over to where Duggin lay. "Just open the bag on the left. Now carefully take that bundle wrapped in green cloth. Don't touch anything inside. Now lay that down on this table over here. Thank goodness Christy cleaned these tables off for me. Uncle Bogg entered the cabin and brought over the jug. "Uncork it," asked Neil. Bogg went to bring it up to his mouth. "Not with your teeth, Bogg!" "Sorry", he answered and used his hand. "Now, I need one more thing. Ether. It's over on the side board, in a small brown bottle, clearly labeled. Please bring it to me." While all of this was transpiring, I awoke and I could hear voices in the room below. I picked out the particular sound of a Scottish brogue bellowing orders like a general. Neil. I smiled a very big smile. My heart began to beat wildly. He was here! He was back! Then I remembered that I had gone to sleep in the cot in the laboratory, just as I had the last few nights. "How did I get here? I asked myself aloud. I tried to think and I remembered being carried and so it wasn't a dream, it had been real. I remember a warm feeling coming over me. I had nestled my head into his neck. I suddenly blushed. What must he have thought! I felt so cozy in this bed. I had to admit it was better than the cot downstairs. I looked around the room that I had cleaned the day before. This room definitely needed a woman's touch. If I was his wife, the deer antlers would have to go. I couldn't lie there in bed every night wondering if one of them would fall off the wall and impale me. I giggled. What was I thinking? Neil said he had come back to ask me to marry him, but he hadn't asked yet, and my engagement had only been broken with David for a couple of days. Neil still didn't know from my telling him, but he must have guessed. I felt a mixture of guilt and a release of joy at the same time. I heard a lot of voices. Someone must be hurt downstairs. I quickly sat up and swung my legs off the bed and stood. I smoothed my blouse and skirt with my hands, and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn't put it back and it swung loosely around my shoulders. I made my way down the stairs and into the main room. I walked over to Aunt Hattie and took her hand for assurance. She patted it. At that moment Neil looked up and our eyes met, green on blue. He studied me like he was seeing me for the first time, like he did that day in the Spencer cabin when Bob Allen had been wind-throwed. There was love in those eyes. He stated simply, "I need you." I quickly came to his side. An hour later it was agreed that the surgery had gone well and the patient was resting easy. After cleaning up I started a large pot of coffee and grabbing a bowl I mixed the ingredients for a large cinnamon coffee cake. Rob Allen had taken to keeping the boys busy with a bag of marbles over by the fireplace. Once they had been reprimanded by Tom to "pipe down" but were little angels at the moment, if that can be believed. Yet, I could see the beginnings of restlessness and hunger. Ruby Mae had been little help, staying by Rob's side the whole time, too worried about her father's condition. Now that he was taken care of and looking peacefu,l she sprang to the kitchen to help me. I put the stew on the stove to heat while Ruby Mae cracked open eggs into a bowl. Scrambled eggs with bread and fresh fruit would round out the meal. It was a good thing I had brought a good number of supplies with me, many were to be used for my wedding reception. A lot of it had gone to help feed those in need after the storm and I was sure mother would be glad to have contributed to the unfortunate people of Cutter Gap. I asked her to put the wedding on hold for a while so as not to disappoint her completely, but that I may be changing grooms. She was shocked at first, but as always, mother and father stood behind me and I thanked the Lord I had such understanding parents. Mother had told me not to make a decision that I would regret the rest of my life and she said she meant it both ways. I should follow my heart as she did with father and someday she would tell me the whole story. I was intrigued, of course. "Don't worry about the cooking, Ruby Mae. Why don't you set out some plates, cups and silverware. Over here, in this cupboard, and this one," I pointed out. Ruby Mae quietly went about her duties but I noticed a smile every now and then being made in Rob's direction. Uncle Bogg, Neil, now sitting with his pipe, Aunt Hattie, and the young boys were sitting around the main room. Uncle Bogg spoke up. "Wa'll, I guess you be a wondrun' what happened. Ah was a making ma way with Tom over ta' our place with tha' wagon right early this mornin' when Ah come acrossed those youngins over thar (and he pointed to Creed Allen, Sam Houston and Little Burl). They was a whoopin' and a hollerin'. Been out before the crack a dawn doing some foolishness, but in this case it worked our fer tha' good fer Duggin. Guess they'd found Duggin in tha woods betwixt his place an Tom's and he done got caught in that trapper." The boys stood very still, eyes all attention to Uncle Bogg. Creed turned to Sam Houston and Little Burl and whispered. "If we is lucky, no one will notice we is around so stay low an' we kin hear what Uncle Bogg be a talkin' about." Rob spoke up and looked at Neil. "Ah was takin' Ruby Mae ta her cabin ta see what condition it was in after tha' storm. She asked me bout it last night so Ah stayed at the schoolhouse with ma Pa's permission. We left early cause I couldn' sleep no more. Used to gettin' up early. Well, we heard tha boys a hollerin'. We sure was surprised ta see Mr. Morrison caught in that trap." "No more than he was, but he was a smellin' mighty powerful of the spirits so his sense must a got drowned out with it," chimed in Tom. Uncle Bogg then cleared his throat, which was always, always a sign a story was coming. The boys looked at each other and crouched down and made themselves as small as they could. "Wouldn't have known that trap was put there, no sir. That trap was laid there to ketch one of them Side Hill Gougers." Ruby Mae made her way into the knot of the group and sat beside Rob. "What's a Side Hill Gouger?" Neil took a draw from his pipe before the real story began, because he knew a big one was coming. He looked at Bogg. "As I heered Nick Orly tell the skinny of it, seein' he's tha' only one Ah know of that's ever seen one, it's good size varmint. Real nasty-like. They likes ta claw on tha door (and he demonstrated the sound on a nearby table) tryin' ta git in." Neil watched the group and his attention settled on the boys below him. He could hear Ruby Mae asking Rob, "Why do ya listen to 'im?" "It's fun," Rob simply answered. Ruby Mae countered. "It's fun fer ya ta be scared witless?" Rob took Ruby Mae's hand in his, which sent a surprised smile on her face. She'd sit and be scared as long as Rob would hold her hand. "The Side Hill Gouger's got claws like a bear. It's got longer legs on the one side than tha' other cuz it's always running' across the side hills and ya knows we got a lot a side hills round here, specially by tha Doc's place. Makes a lot a sense, don't it, Tom, that a trap was set by tha Morrison place. Thar's a lot a side hills thar, too. I seen tha' tracks." "Ah lived there pert near all ma life. How come is it I never seen one a them Side Hill Gougers? asked Ruby Mae. "Confidently Uncle Bogg answered. "The traps has worked, ain't they." "But that ain't the all of it," he continued. "Them Side Hill Gougers likes ta eat grits, considers it a mighty fine dee-sert. Gotta be right kerful when ya gots grits on tha' table." Creed Allen turned to Little Burl. "I sure hope we don' have no grits on tha' table taday," and they nodded knowingly to each other. "Nick Orly tells how he was a sittin' in his house when thar came a clawin' at his door. 'What in tarnation,' he thought to hisself. He opened tha' door an' tha' most hideous, revolting, animal-like creecher scurried on in, took his bowl a' grits an' left. Course, he took to runnin' across tha' side hill. That very day Orly started settin' out traps cuz he's right fond of his grits." Uncle Bogg looked at Ruby Mae. "Girl, must a been one a' those traps yer daddy got caught on lessen he's been talkin' ta Nick an set it out hisself." Neil's lips curled into a small smile as he listened to Uncle Bogg. Christy was listening from the kitchen and it was a good thing she had her back turned to the group because all she could do was roll her eyes and look towards heaven. The little boys were mesmerized, knowing who it was that was telling the tall tale but "wondrun if'n part of it ain't true." Uncle Bogg began again. "Now, the mortal enemy of the Side Hill Gouger be the Swamp Auger. Swamp Augers bore large holes in ta tha' earth. If'n one a' them grabs ya, ya goes straight down ta China. Read some where's tha' China's got a big problem with an overload of Side Hill Gougers on account of them Swamp Augers has jes' about populated whole forests full with the ones they ketched down in tha' lowlands. They hides in tha' lowlands, ya see, but they come out about every six weeks or so to shimmey up ta tha highlands looking fer food. They spins so fast tha' sometimes you can hear um', like a high-pitched buzzing sound. Yessum', ya kin hear um' but ya cain't hardly seen one a comin'. Tom here kin testify to seein' tha' holes down near Earl Teague's place, specially by tha' landing where there's a cut in tha' earth. Swamp land being over-grown an all, ya can't see um' fore' it's too late. Ah believe Earl lost his prize pig, Beulah tha' way." Bogg began to look like he was going to cry. "One day she was thar a playin' in tha' mud, gettin' nice an' plump-like, an tha' next thang ya knows, she's gone. Done disappeared under tha' earth, I reckon. If ya ever hears a pig ta cryin', watch where yer walkin' ta be sure." Neil looked at Tom, Tom looked at Rob Allen, and they all grinned but Uncle Bogg cleared his throat meaning the story had come to an end. I decided it was time to eat. "Food is ready," I called. "That's if you've got any kind of stomach after that.....story." I wanted to say "whopper" but I tried to show Uncle Bogg some respect. It was clear they all enjoyed it. Now I would be listening to Creed, Little Burl, and Sam Houston spread the story out on the school yard, no doubt Creed Allen playing the part of the Side Hill Gouger, scaring the girls. I turned. "Uncle Bogg, thank you for the story," I said with a little sarcasm in my voice. I hoped he'd get my meaning when I nodded over to the boys. He bowed in front of me and said, "You're welcome Miss Christy." "Don't that story just beat all, Rob. Jes' when ah thank I'd a heerd tha' biggist piece a foolishness he done passed it over, growed it up higher, and harvested us all inta' it. Now ah'll hafta sleep with ma bed posts facin' west and be sure ta' keep ma' lucky ribbon tied on ma shoe," lamented Ruby Mae. "I thought you jest said you thought it was all foolishness?" "Ah did, but a girl cain't be too kerful." THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - Missing Scenes Part 8 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. In Part 6, Neil returns home after doctoring the Sommer's boy, and discovers that Christy is there with Aunt Hattie. They get ready to go to bed, but not before Neil moves Christy to his bedroom, and he takes the cot in the lab. In Part 7, Doctor MacNeill treats Duggin Morrison and Uncle Bogg tells a tall tale. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - MISSING SCENES PART 8 "Tom, could you lead us in prayer, please," I asked. Tom bowed his head and Neil, standing next to him holding Aunt Hattie's hand, bowed his as well. That made me very happy inside. "Lord, we thank ye fer this day and fer helpin' us with Duggin. We thank ya fer tha' food ya provided an' tha' hands that has prepared hit. In yer name, Amen. There was a round of "Amens" and the men sat down to fix their plates while the younger boys waited for Tom and Rob to help them. Ruby Mae served as the hostess as the table and felt very important about it. The cabin grew quiet as the main focus was now on the food. Neil made a plate for Aunt Hattie and I took it from him and taking her by the hand, led her over to the chair once more by the fireplace. I pulled up a small table and placed the food down in front of her. "Eggs at one o'clock, buttered bread at five o'clock, apples cut up at eight o'clock and coffee cake at ten o'clock. I poured you a nice cup of water, too, and that's at the top right hand side of your plate." "Thank you, Christy. Will ya set with me?" "I'd be glad to as soon as I fix myself something to eat. You go ahead and start without me. I'll be right back." As I approached the table Neil turned and handed me a plate and offered me his seat. "I need to check on Duggin." "I'll just sit on the hearth by Hattie, thank you. If you need me to help feed Duggin, I can wait." "I don't believe he'll be coming to any time soon, Christy. You need to eat to keep up your strength." With that he took my plate and started piling food on it. "Honestly, Dr. MacNeill, that's enough food for three grown men." He ignored my comment. "I want to thank you for the meal. It was delicious, especially the eggs. You remembered how I like them with a little spice." He winked at me and at that moment it was as if he had grabbed my heart and mingled it with his own. I couldn't help but look up at him and smile knowingly as regarding the spice. The first day I had met Aunt Hattie I had fixed him a simple meal in his cabin. "You're welcome." "My feet also thank you for getting me some shoes and socks to wear. The floor was mighty cold this morning. You're very thoughtful, Christy." I blushed with all that praise. Neil crossed behind me and went to check on his patient. His breathing was regular, the bleeding of his wound was under control and he was sleeping like a log. "He'll sure be a bear to deal with when he awakes," thought Dr. MacNeill. I spent the next few minutes quietly eating with Aunt Hattie, commenting now and again about the stories Miss Alice reported to me about the night of the storm, of bravery, pain, sorrow, and of rejoicing over the smallest blessing, of her people searching for hope deep down inside themselves and of faith beyond their earthly understanding. Most of all, how I marveled at the love they had shown to one another, putting their petty differences aside and working as one people. The Allen's and Taylor's had worked side by side to rescue Miss Alice from under the weight of a giant pine. "Dr. Ferrand mentioned that he and David had taken shelter in a cave." Uncle Bogg had stepped away from the table a minute or so before and caught my last comment. Neil was also listening. "Ahhhh, yes," said Uncle Bogg. "The cave with the confederate ghosts from the Battle of Knoxville." Ruby Mae rolled her eyes and looked at Dr. MacNeill. "Wall, here he goes agin'." "Ah, no, Ruby Mae, this time there's a foundation of truth to his statement." Neil looked around and noticed all eyes and ears were turned to his attention. Uncle Bogg could spin some tales, and make them tall; was known throughout several counties as the "Spinning Squire" but Neil was close behind him and maybe mixed a little more truth than fiction into his stories. Bogg decided to see what Neil could do with the story. Wouldn't be able to get above his yarn about the Side Hill Gouger, and besides, he was interested, himself, in hearing the yarn. "Go ahead, Doc, tell it," piped in Bogg. "The country around here is full of history. Not far from where my family cabin lies, where the steep of the mountain begins, runs a spring that's been there, only God knows how long. A road runs right past it now. Back during the Civil War, some Southern and Yankee boys had a fight. The Yankees were carrying some gold. The Southern boys killed them all and hid the gold somewhere above the spring. No one has ever found it, though. Dead Mans Hollow. Called that because a fellow was found sitting on his front porch with a knife stuck in his heart. No one ever did find out who killed him, or why. There was talk he had found the gold, but that was my grandfather's guess. Down by the Crowder place, just south of here there are some old graves scattered round up there off in the woods a piece where some Southern boys are buried. Rob Allen spoke up. "How do folks know thar's only Southern soldiers buried there?" "Well, the Southern boys were far from home. So them buried them, if they had time, right where they fell. Union soldiers usually carried their dead off." Suddenly from the sitting chair Aunt Hattie spoke up in a quiet voice. "It's kinda sad ta think some poor soldier-boy being buried far from his kin, his Ma never learnin' where an' nothin' but the hooty-owls a callin' over their graves." The Cutter Gap boys were all holding their breath. "Now I have ghosts to deal with again, Neil!" I shrugged and made my way to the kitchen to clean up. Neil looked over at me, "What did I say?" "Ruby Mae," I called. "You'll be going home soon. Can you please clear the table and collect the dishes, please." Hesitatingly Ruby Mae quietly came over to me. "Teacher, should I stay an' watch over ma Daddy?" "Dr. MacNeill and I will take good care of him. I'll be seeing you back at the Mission house soon. I know Miss Alice would like you to be at the Mission. She does depend on your help and with me being gone for these few days I am sure she would like your company as well." I didn't want to see Ruby Mae subjected to ill treatment from her father as she had been treated so poorly the last time he had come back to the cove. "Sometimes ah think ah be a regular bother ta Miz Alice." "Nonsense, Ruby Mae. We all love having you there. You're like part of the family. Even Reverend Grantland likes your company." When I mentioned David, Ruby Mae looked over at me. "Teacher, Ah be so sorry 'bout yer weddin' and all. Is yer heart broken?" "Yes and no, Ruby Mae. Someday, when you're all grown up maybe we can talk about it," and I smiled at her. She could be so sweet and thoughtful at times which made up for all the mistakes she made trying too hard to please everyone. Rob Allen walked over to the kitchen. "Miz Christy, do ye be needin' a ride with us?" My hands were engulfed in the warm, soapy water. I started to answer but Neil beat me to it. "I'll be seeing she gets back to the Mission." He then turned to me. "Of course, if that's all right with you, Miss Huddleston?" "I looked back at my dishes, picked up a plate, turned to Neil and answered, "Yes. Thank you. I still have a number of duties left to complete and I promised Aunt Hattie I would go with her when she went to check on her cabin." Aunt Hattie, still sitting by the fireplace cleared her throat and called out. "Ah don' want ta be a bother." Neil took a deep breath and let it out. He was suddenly feeling so frustrated at the turn of events the last few days. He'd had it all neatly planned in his mind on his way back to the cabin last night. Take a bath in the river, rest a few hours, and return to the Mission House to see Christy one last time, if she would let him. Now he had the unbelievable blessing of having her here, right now, and half of Cutter Gap to boot. He needed to see his Aunt Hattie home, but who would watch Duggin? Christy? Absolutely not. He could insist that Christy go with Uncle Bogg, but then she would be gone and right now he couldn't stand the thought of her not being near. She was being stubborn because she knew she should go back to the Mission. She was making excuses and her stubbornness, which was a good thing for a change, meant he could have her near to him and such joy and hope within him burned brightly that maybe, just maybe he still may have a chance to win her heart. His feelings had already been "unpacked", as he had told her on the porch of the hunter's shack. If he could just have the time and privacy to lay his feelings all out for her. He could not let Christy take Hattie to her cabin, still somewhat unsure of the condition of the trails, and in her weakened condition he didn't want a relapse. "She'll always push to the edge, doubling my frustration level. She'll never be one to just sit by," he thought to himself but that was one of the things he loved about her. If Aunt Hattie left, Christy would have to go back to the Mission because their chaperone would be gone. And what about Duggin? He'd have to stay with him for at least the next day or so to be sure no infection set into the wound site. Duggin would be an ornery, belligerent patient. The way Neil was beginning to feel right now, Duggin wouldn't want to face him on a dark path coming up Pebble Mountain. As he analyzed the situation he found himself in a right sour mood. Neil's countenance changed and his brow furrowed. "Can you wait a few minutes, Bogg, while I talk to Miss Huddleston?" "Aye, but don't be too long," he answered. Bogg headed for the barn to get the horses to hitch to the wagon and stepping into the sunlight he saw that Tom was already heading that way with the little boys in tow. Ruby Mae and Rob stood on the porch talking, looking out onto the river. Inside the cabin Aunt Hattie began to doze in her chair. Neil walked to the kitchen and stood very close behind Christy and stated simply, "Let's talk." I stared straight ahead. I could feel the warmth of his body behind me, his breath on my ear. "Doctor MacNeill, my hands are full of soap suds....." Dr. MacNeill reached around and took my right soapy hand and led me over near the dining table. He placed his other hand on his hip. In a soft voice he started talking. "Look, it's just selfish of me to want to keep you here. It's just that I know you'll have to go back to the Mission and finish preparing for your wedding. Promise me you'll get a lot of help. I can tell by your eyes you are not one hundred percent yet. I will take my Aunt Hattie back to her place when Duggin is well enough to leave. It's only twenty minutes from here by horse. I can't have you staying here now that I'm back and I won't have you helping with Duggin without my protection. When he wakes up he'll be worse than Bogg's Side Hill Gouger. He won't stick around long if I know him." At that point he took my left hand into his free hand and rubbed my fingers and in doing so he realized my ring from David was gone. He looked at my hand and then to my face and the look that registered on his face was one of wonder and surprise. His smoky green eyes looked down, and he suddenly couldn't get his mouth to cooperate with his brain. Ruby Mae bounded in through the door and caught us holding hands. "Ah, ah, Teacher, do ya be needin' a ride?" "NO!" barked Neil, causing Aunt Hattie to startle. Ruby Mae figured he was annoyed for some reason so she quickly turned and shut the door. "I guess the Doc will take her home." She climbed into the wagon and sat next to Rob who took her hand in his and the group left headed northeast down the road. Neil looked down at me and released my hands. He walked over to check on Duggin, which left me a little perplexed. The man was sure sleeping a long time. He checked his pulse. Good. Between the amount of moonshine he had consumed and the ether he might possibly sleep through the night and into the next morning. He was doing surprisingly well considering the trauma he experienced. Neil looked at Christy and thought he just had to get out of the cabin. He turned and ran up the stairs, grabbed some clean clothes from his dresser drawer, and bounded back down the stairs. He walked past me, grabbed his towel and a bar of soap. "I'm going out to the river if you should need me. Things should be safe in here since the cooking is already done," and his meaning was not lost on me. My cheeks burned crimson at the memory we shared and I knew that as long as I lived he'd never let me forget it. He walked out the door and headed for the river. After discarding his clothes the cold water cascading over large rocks in the stream gave him an immediate jolt, just what his system needed right now. His broad shoulders stood above the rippling stream and he plunged his head below and drowned out the sound of his heartbeat for a moment. Rising he took a deep breath into his lungs and stretched his arm muscles. His hair was slicked back and the thick curls were temporarily tamed. He took in another breath and tried to clear his head. Normally this was achieved by fishing in the stream but for this particular circumstance, only a plunge in the cool depths would help. In his cabin, all he could see was Christy, her eyes like pools of blue waters he'd seen in Scotland, the smell of her fragrance on his pillow, hearing her sweet voice in his ear, feeling her close without touching. When he had felt her soapy hand he didn't think he could control the urge to take her in his arms, hold her close to him and show her what a "real" kiss from Neil MacNeill would be like. He imagined her lying upstairs in his bedroom and his plans to awaken her this morning had miserably failed when Duggin and the rest showed up. "I've got to get a hold of myself," he thought. He had held his feelings inside for so long and when he had told Christy how much he could relate to Jeb Spencer, that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was so much more his heart needed to pour out to her, so much he wanted to say, but how? When? He then remembered his prayer in the cabin. He had let God have his love for her and their lives were in His hands. He must be patient. Circumstances were getting in the way, but that was the way it had always been. There had never been the kind of quality time he needed with Christy. "I can't just rush up to her right now and say I love you and I know you love me so let's get married this Saturday." Oh, if only it could be that easy. Intricate, complicated, repressed emotions and desires were locked inside him, and a few cherished memories, but memories that haunted his soul, reoccurring frequently these last few months, so much so that they embarked not only on his waking thoughts but they possessed his heart in dreams as well. The last dream was the catalyst for seeking Christy out as he remembered waking from his research table in the Baltimore Hospital late one night, leaving him visibly shaken. Someday, perhaps, he would share that dream with Christy. THE WALK BACK ("THE DANCE") - MISSING SCENES PART 9 Coming Soon. THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - Missing Scenes Part 8 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. In Part 6, Neil returns home after doctoring the Sommer's boy, and discovers that Christy is there with Aunt Hattie. They get ready to go to bed, but not before Neil moves Christy to his bedroom, and he takes the cot in the lab. In Part 7, Doctor MacNeill treats Duggin Morrison and Uncle Bogg tells a tall tale. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. Enjoy! THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - MISSING SCENES PART 8 "Tom, could you lead us in prayer, please," I asked. Tom bowed his head and Neil, standing next to him holding Aunt Hattie's hand, bowed his as well. That made me very happy inside. "Lord, we thank ye fer this day and fer helpin' us with Duggin. We thank ya fer tha' food ya provided an' tha' hands that has prepared hit. In yer name, Amen. There was a round of "Amens" and the men sat down to fix their plates while the younger boys waited for Tom and Rob to help them. Ruby Mae served as the hostess as the table and felt very important about it. The cabin grew quiet as the main focus was now on the food. Neil made a plate for Aunt Hattie and I took it from him and taking her by the hand, led her over to the chair once more by the fireplace. I pulled up a small table and placed the food down in front of her. "Eggs at one o'clock, buttered bread at five o'clock, apples cut up at eight o'clock and coffee cake at ten o'clock. I poured you a nice cup of water, too, and that's at the top right hand side of your plate." "Thank you, Christy. Will ya set with me?" "I'd be glad to as soon as I fix myself something to eat. You go ahead and start without me. I'll be right back." As I approached the table Neil turned and handed me a plate and offered me his seat. "I need to check on Duggin." "I'll just sit on the hearth by Hattie, thank you. If you need me to help feed Duggin, I can wait." "I don't believe he'll be coming to any time soon, Christy. You need to eat to keep up your strength." With that he took my plate and started piling food on it. "Honestly, Dr. MacNeill, that's enough food for three grown men." He ignored my comment. "I want to thank you for the meal. It was delicious, especially the eggs. You remembered how I like them with a little spice." He winked at me and at that moment it was as if he had grabbed my heart and mingled it with his own. I couldn't help but look up at him and smile knowingly as regarding the spice. The first day I had met Aunt Hattie I had fixed him a simple meal in his cabin. "You're welcome." "My feet also thank you for getting me some shoes and socks to wear. The floor was mighty cold this morning. You're very thoughtful, Christy." I blushed with all that praise. Neil crossed behind me and went to check on his patient. His breathing was regular, the bleeding of his wound was under control and he was sleeping like a log. "He'll sure be a bear to deal with when he awakes," thought Dr. MacNeill. I spent the next few minutes quietly eating with Aunt Hattie, commenting now and again about the stories Miss Alice reported to me about the night of the storm, of bravery, pain, sorrow, and of rejoicing over the smallest blessing, of her people searching for hope deep down inside themselves and of faith beyond their earthly understanding. Most of all, how I marveled at the love they had shown to one another, putting their petty differences aside and working as one people. The Allen's and Taylor's had worked side by side to rescue Miss Alice from under the weight of a giant pine. "Dr. Ferrand mentioned that he and David had taken shelter in a cave." Uncle Bogg had stepped away from the table a minute or so before and caught my last comment. Neil was also listening. "Ahhhh, yes," said Uncle Bogg. "The cave with the confederate ghosts from the Battle of Knoxville." Ruby Mae rolled her eyes and looked at Dr. MacNeill. "Wall, here he goes agin'." "Ah, no, Ruby Mae, this time there's a foundation of truth to his statement." Neil looked around and noticed all eyes and ears were turned to his attention. Uncle Bogg could spin some tales, and make them tall; was known throughout several counties as the "Spinning Squire" but Neil was close behind him and maybe mixed a little more truth than fiction into his stories. Bogg decided to see what Neil could do with the story. Wouldn't be able to get above his yarn about the Side Hill Gouger, and besides, he was interested, himself, in hearing the yarn. "Go ahead, Doc, tell it," piped in Bogg. "The country around here is full of history. Not far from where my family cabin lies, where the steep of the mountain begins, runs a spring that's been there, only God knows how long. A road runs right past it now. Back during the Civil War, some Southern and Yankee boys had a fight. The Yankees were carrying some gold. The Southern boys killed them all and hid the gold somewhere above the spring. No one has ever found it, though. Dead Mans Hollow. Called that because a fellow was found sitting on his front porch with a knife stuck in his heart. No one ever did find out who killed him, or why. There was talk he had found the gold, but that was my grandfather's guess. Down by the Crowder place, just south of here there are some old graves scattered round up there off in the woods a piece where some Southern boys are buried. Rob Allen spoke up. "How do folks know thar's only Southern soldiers buried there?" "Well, the Southern boys were far from home. So them buried them, if they had time, right where they fell. Union soldiers usually carried their dead off." Suddenly from the sitting chair Aunt Hattie spoke up in a quiet voice. "It's kinda sad ta think some poor soldier-boy being buried far from his kin, his Ma never learnin' where an' nothin' but the hooty-owls a callin' over their graves." The Cutter Gap boys were all holding their breath. "Now I have ghosts to deal with again, Neil!" I shrugged and made my way to the kitchen to clean up. Neil looked over at me, "What did I say?" "Ruby Mae," I called. "You'll be going home soon. Can you please clear the table and collect the dishes, please." Hesitatingly Ruby Mae quietly came over to me. "Teacher, should I stay an' watch over ma Daddy?" "Dr. MacNeill and I will take good care of him. I'll be seeing you back at the Mission house soon. I know Miss Alice would like you to be at the Mission. She does depend on your help and with me being gone for these few days I am sure she would like your company as well." I didn't want to see Ruby Mae subjected to ill treatment from her father as she had been treated so poorly the last time he had come back to the cove. "Sometimes ah think ah be a regular bother ta Miz Alice." "Nonsense, Ruby Mae. We all love having you there. You're like part of the family. Even Reverend Grantland likes your company." When I mentioned David, Ruby Mae looked over at me. "Teacher, Ah be so sorry 'bout yer weddin' and all. Is yer heart broken?" "Yes and no, Ruby Mae. Someday, when you're all grown up maybe we can talk about it," and I smiled at her. She could be so sweet and thoughtful at times which made up for all the mistakes she made trying too hard to please everyone. Rob Allen walked over to the kitchen. "Miz Christy, do ye be needin' a ride with us?" My hands were engulfed in the warm, soapy water. I started to answer but Neil beat me to it. "I'll be seeing she gets back to the Mission." He then turned to me. "Of course, if that's all right with you, Miss Huddleston?" "I looked back at my dishes, picked up a plate, turned to Neil and answered, "Yes. Thank you. I still have a number of duties left to complete and I promised Aunt Hattie I would go with her when she went to check on her cabin." Aunt Hattie, still sitting by the fireplace cleared her throat and called out. "Ah don' want ta be a bother." Neil took a deep breath and let it out. He was suddenly feeling so frustrated at the turn of events the last few days. He'd had it all neatly planned in his mind on his way back to the cabin last night. Take a bath in the river, rest a few hours, and return to the Mission House to see Christy one last time, if she would let him. Now he had the unbelievable blessing of having her here, right now, and half of Cutter Gap to boot. He needed to see his Aunt Hattie home, but who would watch Duggin? Christy? Absolutely not. He could insist that Christy go with Uncle Bogg, but then she would be gone and right now he couldn't stand the thought of her not being near. She was being stubborn because she knew she should go back to the Mission. She was making excuses and her stubbornness, which was a good thing for a change, meant he could have her near to him and such joy and hope within him burned brightly that maybe, just maybe he still may have a chance to win her heart. His feelings had already been "unpacked", as he had told her on the porch of the hunter's shack. If he could just have the time and privacy to lay his feelings all out for her. He could not let Christy take Hattie to her cabin, still somewhat unsure of the condition of the trails, and in her weakened condition he didn't want a relapse. "She'll always push to the edge, doubling my frustration level. She'll never be one to just sit by," he thought to himself but that was one of the things he loved about her. If Aunt Hattie left, Christy would have to go back to the Mission because their chaperone would be gone. And what about Duggin? He'd have to stay with him for at least the next day or so to be sure no infection set into the wound site. Duggin would be an ornery, belligerent patient. The way Neil was beginning to feel right now, Duggin wouldn't want to face him on a dark path coming up Pebble Mountain. As he analyzed the situation he found himself in a right sour mood. Neil's countenance changed and his brow furrowed. "Can you wait a few minutes, Bogg, while I talk to Miss Huddleston?" "Aye, but don't be too long," he answered. Bogg headed for the barn to get the horses to hitch to the wagon and stepping into the sunlight he saw that Tom was already heading that way with the little boys in tow. Ruby Mae and Rob stood on the porch talking, looking out onto the river. Inside the cabin Aunt Hattie began to doze in her chair. Neil walked to the kitchen and stood very close behind Christy and stated simply, "Let's THE WALK BACK (AT NEIL'S CABIN) - Missing Scenes Part 9 By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. In Part 6, Neil returns home after doctoring the Sommer's boy, and discovers that Christy is there with Aunt Hattie. They get ready to go to bed, but not before Neil moves Christy to his bedroom, and he takes the cot in the lab. In Part 7, Doctor MacNeill treats Duggin Morrison and Uncle Bogg tells a tall tale. In Part 8 Everyone in the cabin shares a meal together. Neil begins to analyze his situation and feelings. Everyone leaves except Christy, Aunt Hattie and Duggin. DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are not my own. They are from the novel Christy by Catherine Marshall and the CBS series, and the mini-series "Christy: Choices of the Heart". In no way is this story meant to infringe upon "Christy" rights, as this is purely non-profit, unpublished fan fiction. Catherine Marshall's story of Christy is owned by the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. I am continuing the story of "Christy" for my own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental THE WALK BACK (THE DANCE) - MISSING SCENES PART 9 AUTHORS NOTE: This part contains a song I have written. I honestly wrote this song for my son who is a professional country western singer and musician about 3 years ago. He never did put it to music. This is a story I heard from my father years ago and happened in the Ozarks of Missouri. Originally I had named the girl Lauralee, but that was so close to Lauren Lee that I changed it. Isn't it funny how things can be so coincidental sometimes. Two days ago circumstances had left Neil with few solutions. However, Christy was able to talk Neil into allowing Aunt Hattie and herself to travel to Hattie's cabin as long as they both had a good night's rest before leaving the following morning. If there was even the most remote problem hiking there Christy had promised Neil she would immediately turn around and come back. Baking him an apple pie and cooking the fish he had caught later that day to perfection helped matters immensely in trying to win his approval. Her mother had taught her, "If the lion is hungry, feed the lion" and it was turning out to be some of the best advice she had ever shared with her daughter. Neil thought he was crazy in the head giving in to her and shrugged when he realized how he allowed her to wrap him around her little finger. He wasn't going to argue in front of his Aunt Hattie although she knew him probably the best of anyone in the cove and loved him all the more for it. He saw them off after an early breakfast. He was glad to see Christy and his aunt leave. Duggin had been looking at Christy and complimenting her in a manner Neil thought very disrespectful. He cautioned Duggin to stop. He had never been forced to punch out one of his patient's but there was always a first time for everything. Duggin had awoken in the night full of hurt and Neil had fed him some food and given him something for the pain. His wound was doing well. Still no fever. Feeling restless, Duggin insisted on leaving but when he tried to get up he found he was as weak as a kitten. He seemed much too anxious and nervous to Neil. He reported with a tight, deep voice, under no circumstances would he spend another day in that bed and Neil knew he meant it, but he didn't realize that there would be other reasons Duggin would be leaving. As it turned out, Uncle Bogg had left one of his horses behind to pick up the following day and when he showed up at ten o'clock the next morning he had Gentry Long with him. Uncle Bogg explained that Duggin had been drinking in El Pano and in the early evening had been seen entering Mrs. Tatum's Boardinghouse. There was no vacancy and Duggin took it personal. He got angry and trashed the front parlor, broke several pieces of her best china and, before leaving had forced Mrs. Tatum to give him all the money she had on the premises. He had tied her to a chair and put her in a closet. In a stupor he ran from the boardinghouse and made way to his cabin in Cutter Gap in the darkness. How long he had layed there with his foot in a trap was anyone's guess. The Marshall was taking him in for questioning and formal charges had been made against him. He was in deep trouble. After Duggin was carried to Uncle Bogg's wagon Neil breathed a sigh of relief that he might have a little time to himself to assess events from the last twenty-four hours. This gave him an opportunity for making a few plans and he would head for his Aunt's cabin the following morning. He needed to saddle up Duke and take a trip into El Pano to collect his things at the boardinghouse and he could check on Mrs. Tatum as well. The day had certainly rushed by and Neil spent a quiet evening collecting his thoughts and making plans for he and Christy. With God's help, his plans would go smoothly tomorrow and as his head hit the pillow that night he thanked God, again, for the blessings he had bestowed upon him. He felt God did care about him in a personal way and these days he was trying to leave circumstances in His hands. Still, there was a large part of him that needed to be taught what it was to blindly trust, what grace really meant in day-to-day life. He had a lot to learn but now his path was clear and that gave him such a feeling of freedom inside his soul. Truly, joy would come in the morning because he would see his beloved once more. It was a beautiful, unusually warm autumn day, what folks referred to as "Indian Summer". The temperature was sure to climb but there was a nice breeze and hardly a cloud could be seen in the robin's egg-blue sky. Neil approached his Aunt's cabin and yelled his usual greeting, "Hello". Hattie stopped playing her zither and we could hear his boots on the stony path, then onto the small wooden porch. He came up to the doorway and leaned against the frame. "Aunt Hattie, Miss Huddleston. How are the two most beautiful ladies in my life doing this fine, autumn day?" I thought he was being pretty bold. I smiled a big smile. I was so happy inside to see him I thought I'd burst. There he stood in all his manliness, which I had only recently allowed myself to notice. It made me feel shy. He stepped inside and his presence filled the room. I felt over-whelmed with feelings of love for him I had not long ago repressed as well. "Come in and sit a spell, Neil. Have you had something to eat? Neil walked over to his aunt and kissed her on the cheek and when he did so he looked at me and his eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. "Ah, no thank you. I ate a couple of hours ago. I could use a cup of that nice tea I see you're sipping." I immediately left my chair and quietly walked over to the kitchen area and got a cup for Neil off the counter and poured him some tea and added a little of the Spencer's honey. I walked back over to where he stood and handed him the cup, our fingers lightly touching. Neil looked down, took a step forward and whispered, "Thank you." "Ah was jest tellin' Christy the story about Rosalee McCrea and Mason Teague. You remember tha' song ah wrote, Neil? It was a long time ago." "I remember it well. It was always one of my favorites." "If ah play, kin ya sing it out fer us?" "I'd be glad to," he answered looking at me, his eyes partially closed in a sleepy kind of stare. Aunt Hattie took her feather and began to stroke it across her zither. "Now Miss Christy, here's a true story an' you'll see how hit plays out listenin' as Neil sings hit fer ya." I had heard the folks of Cutter Gap comment on Neil's good singing voice but I had never heard him sing; usually Jeb Spencer did the singing at cove gatherings. Neil started the song and I listened to the words intently. He sang with a wonderful, rich baritone and I couldn't help but think here was a new and mysterious part of him holding my attention, an interesting piece of a puzzle called "Neil MacNeill." THE SONG OF ROSALEE Verse 1 Down along the banks of the Blackhawk, where the river bends and water flows, A sweet romance came to a bitter end but how only one man rightly knows. It's my understanding Polly Teague will keep the secret to her dying day, How her young son Mason came to fall in love with RosaLee McCrea. Her Papa owned the lumber mill, seven miles from old Teague's Landing, And RosaLee would ride Hodges Ferry there, or so is my understanding. When Mason first laid his eyes on RosaLee, he was smitten right away, The light in her eyes was proof to any soul she felt the same that day. CHORUS Now there's tender lights and restful ways along the banks of the Blackhawk River, And a special place not too far from shore where flowers daily he does give her To be seen by all on Hodges Ferry as it crosses towards old Teague's Landing, Declaring Mason's love for eternity, or so is my understanding. Verse 2 RosaLee made excuses to ride with lumber shipments though Papa was suspect, Mason would wait on shore, eyes only on her the object of his respect. He was a poor country boy whose heart was rich with love for this blue-eyed miss, And out in the woods, away from them all, they'd hope and dream and kiss. But her Papa found out and ended her trips and RosaLee was forbidden to go Down the Blackhawk River yonder to Teague's Landing, his arms, his love, no more. Now they say in the dark, nearly six months later, RosaLee ran away from home In the middle of a storm she found herself on the muddy Blackhawk shore. BRIDGE Oh don't you know, take it from me, When love is pure, the heart is free. When the heart is bound, life's bittersweet, When lovers twain they cannot meet. Verse 3 I'm coming Mason she cried nobody can keep us apart, Cause I love you darling, and I always will with every beat of my heart. So she jumped in the river and started to swim and nearly got to Polly Teague's place, But the rain was hard and the current swift and she couldn't keep the pace. Later that night the wind calmed down and quiet it all became, Mason and Earl were checking the dock and found her sweet little frame. Tenderly, gently, Mason lifted her up into his arms to his bosom once more A tragic ending to a perfect love and a tale for mountain lore. CHORUS When Neil got to the end of the third verse he kept singing but walked farther away from Aunt Hattie. The song was beautiful but such a tragic story. I could sympathize with Mason, feeling suddenly so sad inside tears formed in my eyes. How he must have loved her and to lose her when she had been so close! Neil stood about ten feet away from me. "Now Hattie, you continue with the chorus a few times, would you? asked Neil. Aunt Hattie smiled, nodded, and her sweet voice wafted throughout the cozy cabin. Neil looked at me, the expression changed in his voice, and his face was very serious. "Come here, Christy." I thought he was asking me to dance. I stood up and walked over to where he was standing. We stood facing each other and I waited for him to take my hand and lead me to the music but he just stood there. Hattie stopped singing the words and began humming the melody of the whole song. Neil moved very close but kept his arms to his sides, his face looking at me, studying my hair, my eyes, my mouth, then back to my eyes again. Neil spoke quietly. "You can hear her, it is told, only late in August when a quarter moon hangs low in the sky, her weeping drifting through dark hollows, floating like the mist over Gilley's Ridge." I stood very still looking at his face until I couldn't stand it any longer and dropped my eyelids. In doing so the tears spilled down my cheeks. Neil took a step even closer until we were touching. I felt myself holding my breath, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Surely he could feel it beating as I could feel his. Aunt Hattie's beautiful melody played in my ears. I stood there waiting. I felt as though I was perched on the precipice over God's Fist and I wanted to fall; fall into his arms. He leaned his head to my right and touched my hair with his face. I could hear him breath in and let it out. He moved his cheek back against mine and still moving, called my name in the softest breath. "Christy." With our eyes now closed his lips searched for my mouth and found it. He tested my lips in a soft manner with little pressure, sweetly; then tenderly he kissed me. Delicately, gentle, and lovingly at first, easily moving me along. The kiss changed when he raised his arms and placed them around my shoulders and folded me into his embrace. The sensation to my being was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wrapped my hands slowly around his waist. I heard him groan. The pressure of his lips intensified and I could feel his love pouring out for me and so I began to kiss him back, measure for measure, to let him know I loved him, too. It lasted several seconds and then he pulled away his lips and rested his cheek once more against mine. I was holding on to his vest with my hands and I looked up at him as we broke some distance apart from one another. Neil looked at me and executed a deep, satisfying sigh. We continued to stare at eachother. Aunt Hattie called out innocently. "Did ya want me ta keep singin'?" I looked at Neil and he looked at me and we both started laughing. Neil turned. "Ah, No Hattie. You did fine." Looking back at me he added for her benefit as well as ours, "I think that's more than enough for now." THE WALK BACK (The Declaration) - Missing Scenes Part 10 - Number 1 (Of 2) By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: In Part One, The Walk Back, Christy, Neil, David and Tom McHone are walking through the woods after Tom and David have found Christy. The air is tense and the atmosphere is ripe for a good, strong discussion. In Part 2, The Walk Back, Neil and David strongly discuss the situation and their feelings for Christy. Christy has already decided whom to choose as her future husband, but she is unsure of how to rectify the situation she finds herself, Neil and David in. In Part3, (The Mission House) we have a reunion of Sam Houston and Dr. MacNeill, rejoicing over Christy and Neil's safety, and Christy's "heart to heart" with the Lord. In Part 4, (The Mission House) Neil makes plans to stay in Cutter Gap for a time, David assesses his feelings somewhat about Dr. MacNeill, and Neil heads home to his cabin. In Part 5 (The Mission House) Christy and Miss Alice have a "heart to heart" and Christy reveals to Alice her true feelings about David and Neil. In Part 6, Neil returns home after doctoring the Sommer's boy, and discovers that Christy is there with Aunt Hattie. They get ready to go to bed, but not before Neil moves Christy to his bedroom, and he takes the cot in the lab. In Part 7, Doctor MacNeill treats Duggin Morrison and Uncle Bogg tells a tall tale. In Part 8 Everyone in the cabin shares a meal together. Neil begins to analyze his situation and feelings. Everyone leaves except Christy, Aunt Hattie and Duggin. In Part 9, Neil sings a song for Christy and they have the "dance of their life" up until this point. Disclaimer: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the Marshall-LeSourd Family, L.L.C. We are in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. We are continuing the story of Christy for our own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writers of the alt.tv.christy Round Robin and the Christy Mailing List. The content of each story is the responsibility of the individual writer. The fanfic here is being posted as a service to the Christy mailing list, Pax Christy Forum and Alt.tv.christy News Group. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. AUTHORS NOTE: This is part of Part 10 if that makes sense. The last of it will be posted on July 4th since it's Declaration Day, isn't it! THE WALK BACK (The Declaration) - MISSING SCENES PART 10 - Number 1 Neil was working up a real sweat. Although the land around his Aunt Hattie's cabin was densely wooded, providing much needed protection from the elements, he could feel the temperature rising as well as the humidity. It had become quite sultry outside. As luck would have it, a slight breeze was coming from the south this late morning. The skies were a little hazy today but patches of blue could be seen throughout the heavens. Several old trees which had fallen in the storm only days before were now split logs; a pile of them now lay neatly stacked against the eastern wall of the rustic cabin. He made sure there were pieces small enough for Hattie to handle, yet large enough to throw some good heat during the fall and winter months. He'd have to return a time or two before winter set in to clear off some of the brush as well. His shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, sleeves rolled up, the material clinging to his body with sweat from all the exertion. He took a ladle of water from the bucket and gave himself a good couple of doses over his head, the water rippling through his hair and then down his neck and chest. It felt good. He fondly remembered as a young boy, the autumn of his ninth birthday. He was chopping wood, waiting for his mother to come outside and give him what they had referred to as "the signal". In his boyish memory he could see her. She stepped onto the porch. Taking a blade of grass growing up through the cracks, she held it between her palms and thumbs. She placed her lips against her thumbs and blew. It made a loud sound, like a bird calling in the woods. She did it several times until she got his attention. "Tha's fine now, lad. Ye kin go jump in tha' river." It would be the last year shared with his mother. He closed his eyes, standing there with his hand on the last log, trying to re-capture the moment. I had been watching him from the sole cabin window. I was getting anxious to be with him, but I understood he needed to help his aunt. Her blindness haunted him. She was a lovely person inside and out. I was glad they had each other through the passing years. She had never stopped praying for him. I stepped outside to where he was standing. "I hope you're not trying to chop wood with your eyes closed," I announced, chiding him. He opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled. I didn't see him smile often enough. "Ah, I was just thinking." "Of me?" I playfully asked. "Actually, no. Of my mother," he answered honestly. "Happy thoughts?" "Aye." "Are you going to be chopping wood much longer?" "No. I think I'll make this one the last log for today. You know, Christy, as independent as my Aunt is, she does need the help, especially when it comes to these practical tasks. I want to thank you for helping her inside the cabin as well." "You're welcome." I took in his appearance. Sweat was falling from his face. "Remember what you told me about de-hydration, Dr. MacNeill? You could use a good dose of water. Maybe try getting some inside you this time." "Yes, Dr. Huddleston." With that he took the ladle and dipped it in the bucket of water and brought it to his lips. As I watched him, he turned to me. "Did you want to share?" "Didn't you once lecture me sternly on the evils of sharing water ladles? Your lips have already touched the rim." "I just believe in being consistent. Our lips have already had a fine moment of sharing today," he answered trying to look innocent, taking a long drink, his eyes never leaving my face. I blushed, smiled, and tried looking away. Honestly, he could be so teasing sometimes and I was completely flustered. I couldn't find any words to retaliate with, my memory lost in thought going back to his kiss just hours ago. It immediately brought back those warm feelings to me. I took a few steps closer. "Neil, will you be taking me home to the Mission today? If so, I need to pack my things." "Perhaps very late tonight. I'm sorry. It has to be that way. I'll be going back to my cabin shortly to get cleaned up and change clothes. I didn't think to bring a change of clothes with me. I don't want you asking me to go and pick some flowers like that time in the cabin when you showed up unexpectedly." "I wasn't thinking that day, Neil. I am sorry. What you must have thought!" "I'll not remind you or myself of that experience again, if you like, although it would be hard to erase the thought of you in my arms, dancing by the river. Speaking of reminders, will you remind me, before I leave, that I brought a gift for Aunt Hattie, some slippers I bought when I was in El Pano." "You were in El Pano? Oh, you mean before we had the big storm." "No. Yesterday," he answered as he told me to step back and he raised the axe and split the last piece of wood, his arm muscles flexing. I had noticed his arms that day at the Spencer cabin when he looked over Bob Allen's injury. Strength poured from his arms down to his hands, hands that again, reminded me of my father's but roughened by the hard, laborious tasks of day to day survival in the Cove; gentle, skillful, calm, and exacting when defending a soul's life against disease and harm wrought from feuds among the highland clans. Neil wouldn't elaborate on why he had been in El Pano. "Christy, let's have an early supper today, and then I suggest we take a good rest. I have plans for us a couple of hours before dusk and as I said before, we may be out quite late. Please pack your things and bring them out to me. I'm going to get Duke saddled and ready to go. I'll be taking your things to my cabin as soon as I finish here. Now don't go looking at me like that with those big, blue eyes of yours. I assure you I will court you tonight with the utmost care." I just looked at him. He said he was going to court me. "Christy, if you don't stop looking at me like that I will be forced to take you in my arms and kiss you right here and now, sweaty or not." I turned and ran into the cabin. His disclosure about tonight certainly intensified my interest. I wanted to ask him a million questions but I could see by the look on his face it would have done me no good. No bribes could persuade him today. I started to collect my things, listening to Aunt Hattie's chatter. I would miss her company as she would miss mine. I tried to concentrate on her conversation, but my mind was on Neil. I felt excited inside. I loved surprises. Aunt Hattie cleared her throat. "Ah suppose you an Neil will be leavin' after supper?" "Yes. I guess we are. But he wants to rest a while before we leave." "I had a feelin' 'bout you two, a long time ago. Kept it down in ma secret heart, prayed fer ya every day." "You did? Thank you, Hattie. I want you to know, I'm in love with your nephew but I haven't told him yet." "I knows it. Was wondrun' how long hit was gonna take a' fore' one a ya would make a move. Knew hit would be Neil. Knew it when ah asked him ta sing ya that song," she replied with a sparkle in her blind eyes. "How did ya know?" "When words fail, music always speaks ta tha' heart." --------- Later that evening… ****************************************** THE WALK BACK (The Declaration) - Missing Scenes Part 10 - Number 2 and Final By SaraJane (sarajane83@hotmail.com) June 2001 **************************************************************** Summary: Part 9: Neil and Christy have "a dance" moment while Aunt Hattie sings a song. In Part 10, #1 - Neil shares a fond memory with Christy and let's her know he's coming "courtin'". Disclaimer: Catherine Marshall's beautiful story of Christy is owned by the Marshall-LeSourd Family, L.L.C. We are in no way seeking profit or credit for her story. We are continuing the story of Christy for our own amusement only. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writers of the alt.tv.christy Round Robin and the Christy Mailing List. The content of each story is the responsibility of the individual writer. The fanfic here is being posted as a service to the Christy mailing list, Pax Christy Forum and Alt.tv.christy News Group. Any additions in story line and characters were invented by the writer. Any similarities to other works of fan fiction are purely coincidental. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sent on "Declaration Day" as Promised. THE WALK BACK (The Declaration) - MISSING SCENES PART 10 - Number 2 Neil and I departed from Aunt Hattie's cabin in a mood of quiet expectation, but I was feeling scared and excited at the same time. I could feel myself having trouble relaxing and I tried to hide it, but I was as stiff as a log riding behind Neil. I really did enjoy riding with Neil, secure in the fact that he was an excellent horseman and knew the trails so well. Neil reached around and gave my hand a gentle squeeze and let go. It was a very thoughtful gesture and I began to feel myself relax a little. We had rested at Hattie's cabin as he had suggested earlier in the day. I had made myself comfortable on Hattie's big feather bed while Neil rested on the floor near the hearth. The man could sleep anywhere, and probably had. I thought I would be too excited to sleep but I found myself drifting off in no time only to be awakened by Neil's slight nudging of my shoulder around four in the afternoon telling me it was time to leave. It had been a dreamless sleep. As much as I had enjoyed the last few days, I was ready to let God take my life to a new level, the choice of my heart having already been decided during our walk back to the Mission house. It was time and I felt I owed Neil an explanation of my feelings. I had been praying for Neil and David for days now. The temperature was still unusually warm for an early evening and the breeze we had enjoyed earlier in the day was gone. All of Cutter Gap seemed so still and quiet. The first few minutes of our ride Neil and I didn't say a word to each other, just moved along with the rhythm of Duke's canter. I didn't know if he was tired, anxious, nervous, or just sharing one of those moments in each other's company, no conversation being necessary, just the 'being'. Why hadn't I realized all the times we had done this before today? It happened many times, these wordless conversations. I didn't need to tell Neil what I was thinking, he would just know, except maybe today. Neil didn't just hear what I said to him, he was always listening and paying close attention. There was a difference. Together we watched and commented on a pair of yellow finches perched on a purple thistle. Neil noted to me that the male species was usually the prettier colored bird. I had to agree with him. When it came to birds, the males were always more colorful and this particular fellow was a much more vibrant yellow than his mate. I thought to myself, "You said you were going to court me, Neil" and my insecurity started giving me doubts about my hair, my dress, my face. I really had no reason to feel that way. When Neil had given me his hand to lift me up behind him only minutes ago he hesitated and just looked at me. I looked back at him somewhat bewildered. "Forgive me for staring at you just now, Christy. It's just that you look so beautiful this late afternoon." "Thank you, Neil," I said as he lifted me up behind him. He was so cordial and attentive, and as promised, a true gentleman. I wanted to tell him how handsome he looked, how I loved the smell of his leather vest, but I just smiled at him. It was easy to compliment his skills and abilities as a doctor, but another thing altogether to communicate feelings deep in my heart. I thrilled inside at his looks my way. I liked the way his hair curled down the back of his neck. His hair was one of the first things I had noticed about him. I shouldn't even be thinking about those things and I felt my face getting pink for the third time today. We were finally approaching Neil's cabin when he spoke. "Christy, can you do something for me?" "Yes, of course." "Would you reach into my right hand coat pocket and take something out for me?" Neil stopped Duke and turned his body a little to the right. I was excited to know what it was. I reached in his pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet bag. It was tied with a piece of plaid cloth. I handed it to him. He looked at the bag and then to me, then looked straight ahead. "I've changed my mind, Christy. Forgive me. I'm so nervous I'm not thinking straight. He turned around a little towards me once more. "My dear, I have so much in my heart I want to say to you. I have been re-thinking about it on our way here. What I want to know first is this. Are you prepared to finally let me know what is going on in your heart?" I looked at him. I knew I was ready. "Yes, Neil. I am ready to tell you." "That's good!" he said with a smile that could melt butter. "Let me hand you down." He did so and then jumped down from Duke and tied him to the railing near the porch. He then took my right hand in his and led me to the river's edge. "Remember the first time I showed you how to fish in this river?" "To be honest with you, Neil, I think I was falling in love with you even then. I was thinking about fishing and trying hard to concentrate on all you were saying only to realize you were talking about life. You were talking about us." Neil looked at me with surprise. "Oh yes, I caught your meaning. Do you know how many times 'It's the dance' has run through my mind? Even when I contemplated my relationship with David the months you were gone, it was always there to remind me." "You were listening," Neil answered. "I hoped you were listening." "Listening is something you taught me, Dr. MacNeill. When you rode away from me that day you left to pack your belongings and move to Baltimore, I called your name twice and you finally turned your head to look at me. You didn't speak a word out loud but in my mind all I could hear was your voice saying, 'It's the dance, it's the dance.' I felt so sad inside because I thought our dance was over. The steps have been difficult to learn, Neil." "For me as well, and dancing has always come naturally to me until I met you. You totally flummoxed me. Your actions were like visually looking at a crazy quilt. I came to the conclusion that I would have to stop trying to analyze you with my scientific mind, start over, and accept you purely with my heart. In fact, it was while I was in my lab in Baltimore that I came to this realization. "How so?" I asked and he began to describe why. "It was quite simple, really, in a dream. I was sailing home from Scotland. Many years had passed but I was still young. You know how illogical dreams can be sometimes. I remember feeling quite alone in life. The wind was pulling at the sails and sea mist sprayed over the deck. I turned toward the bow and I saw a gentleman standing to my right. He turned to me. It was Starr Gatlin, one of my old mentors. I kept wondering how he was still alive. I knew he had died but here he was. He had to be ancient in my thinking. He walked over to me, his hair glistening white. He could see I recognized him so he didn't bother to introduce himself. Then he spoke." "So, you've been thrown away." "I've been what? I asked, not sure I had heard him correctly." "Shipwrecked, cast aside." "Yes," I answered, "I suppose I have." "Nonsense!" he said. "Neil MacNeill, you are a survivor like the brave highlanders before you. Why won't you fight for her?" "Because there's no fight left inside me." "You have fortitude, Neil. You have the courage, but most of all you have an intense affection and warm feeling for your beloved, so take up your sword and fight!" He then placed a sword in my hand and yelled, "Fight! Fight!" That's when I woke up and realized he was right. I had to fight for you or I would be alone inside the rest of my life regretting what might have been. I would have lost everything in life that mattered to me in the end because I had felt shipwrecked. I desperately needed tell you of my feelings. I long to tell you even now." "You did, Neil, at Ingle's Cove." "No, that was one-sided, the cry of a desperate man." "It's not one-sided anymore," I answered to encourage him, squeezing his hand. He paused. "All right, lass, it isn't any surprise that I have something here for you. Can we sit down over there, on that bench?" We walked over to the bench and sat down. It was made of rough-hewn pine logs but the top had been sanded smooth. I looked out at the river as the water quietly rippled over the rocks and stones. "Many a night in sleeplessness I have sat here, my mind drifting to thoughts of you." Neil took the velvet bag and showed it to me. "I had more than one reason for going to El Pano yesterday, and, I must confess, to my cabin earlier today. One of them was to collect this little blue bag. It's tied with a piece of plaid from my father's kilt. His kilt was nearly destroyed in a fire many years ago, however, my mother managed to save a piece or two and she cut them into strips. She used them for special occasions. This is a special occasion, Christy." He handed me the velvet bag. I looked at the piece of plaid and thought about its history. Someday I would use it again to make a precious memory. Untying it, I pulled the bag open at the top, stopping a moment to look at Neil. He was frowning. I put my hand up to his cheek. "You needn't frown. I assure you whatever is inside, I will be most pleased." I gave him a big smile, not unlike the smile that had escaped from me the moment I saw him open the door unexpectedly at the Mission house less than two weeks ago. Reaching my hand inside I drew out a beautiful, intricately chained bracelet. In between larger links were these beautiful oval stones. They weren't sapphires, their color being a lighter shade of blue than the dark sapphires I had seen my mother wear, but they were so pretty. Neil took the bracelet from me and asked me to hold out my hand. "You can see this was re-made with a special clasp so if the main one fails, it will not be lost. I had it repaired and cleaned for you. It was all in knots when I examined it a few weeks ago. I picked it up in El Pano yesterday. It was an act of faith before I even knew what that meant." "It's beautiful, Neil. Thank you." "The stones came from Scotland. I have to confess that although they are very pretty to look at, they're just made of glass." Neil took my hand and examined the bracelet. "I used to stare at it on my grandmother's wrist when I was a child. She wore it on her birthday and at Christmas. Grandma said my grandpa gave it to her when they were seriously courting. Grandpa called it a 'friendship' bracelet. He said he would always love Grandma, but just as important, he wanted them to be forever friends. He was a stern man at times, but he had a very soft spot for my Grandmother. The stones had been inherited by my Grandfather's Uncle who passed them down to Grandpa at the time of his death. My grandfather took them to Asheville and had it set in 14K gold. I don't know where he got the money. Like me, he didn't care if they were real, he just thought they were pretty. As on Grandmother's wrist and now yours, Christy, it's beautiful." Neil took my hand and kissed my fingertips. I looked at him and told him as sweetly as I could without starting to cry, "Thank you." Then I paused for a moment. "Neil, can I tell you what is on my heart now?" "Please do, Christy." "I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to explain this to you but this beautiful bracelet has given me an idea and the perfect explanation of my heart's feelings. When I was a little girl I loved looking in my mother's jewelry box. I had one as well, but they were just costume pieces and to tell you the truth, not as shiny or as pretty as mother's. Remember when you told me about your grandfather and you climbed up to his shelf and took his jug of licorice, eating the whole thing because you were so nervous?" "Yes, I remember, " Neil nodded. "Well, I was naughty once, too." "No!" Neil laughed. "Yes," I smiled back. "I really was. One day I asked my mother if she would let me borrow some of her beads to play dress up with. She told me no, that it was grown-up jewelry. I was very disappointed. Later that day when my mother went shopping, I crept upstairs and took her jewelry box to my room. With the door to my bedroom shut, and sure no one was watching, I opened the box. At first I thought I would just admire the necklaces. I took them all out and laid them on my bed. Each had their own unique appeal for me. I tried two of them on, the ones I thought were my favorites. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't decide which I liked better. Finally I made a decision on one so I left that one on and took the other one off. I must have been playing for some time and then I remember hearing a noise downstairs and I could hear my mother's voice. I knew I would be in trouble if she caught me but I didn't have much time. I took the necklaces off my bed and in one bunch I wadded them up and threw them inside the box. Then, I ran to my door and looked out into the hall. Mother was still downstairs so I ran to her room and put the jewelry box back on her dresser as if nothing had happened." "Did she find out?" "Oh yes! I skipped downstairs to say hello and right around my..." "The necklace. You forgot to take off your favorite necklace!" "She saw it. She guessed right away what I had been doing. We walked up to her bedroom and she opened her jewelry box and it was all in tangles, Neil. I picked some of it up and started crying. The harder I tried to untangle the beauty underneath, the more messed up it all became. It was all in knots, all except one. It's the one I wear around my neck today." Neil leaned forward a little to get a closer look at the familiar cross which I was wearing. He had seen it many times but until now he didn't understand it's double meaning to me. "I'm so glad to know it's special significance for you." I took Neil's hands in mine. "Neil, I've been that little girl the last year or so, trying on my two favorite necklaces. My feelings for you and David were like that tangled up mess in mother's jewelry box I thought I would never be able to straighten out. I ran from the responsibility. I closed my eyes but worse than that I closed my heart to you. I was all in knots inside the weeks preparing for my wedding. I knew something was wrong but I refused to face it. I just wanted to be in love with love because it filled this empty void I felt inside. I wouldn't say anything because I didn't want to get caught." Neil continued to let me talk. "Now, what I want to tell you is this. When you told me you loved me I believed it but I couldn't receive it. Not at that moment. Later, the love in your voice called me to you. When I awoke and saw you, I knew I wanted that kind of love. I love you, Neil. I'm in love with you and I understand the difference now. I know you were right to tell me how you felt about me. It caused me to come to my senses. Do you remember the time a few months ago, after my engagement to David, when Alice was gone to Low Gap and I went with you to help with Opal's newborn? I was so scared her baby was going to die." "He's a fighter, that wee one." "It had rained. When we came back to the Mission house I was very tired so you held my arm while we walked up the steps and I slipped and started to fall, but you caught me." "Yes. As I recall I think I may have held you a little longer than was proper." "At that moment, Neil, I knew I had deep feelings for you but I held it inside and it just turned to knots. It was your gentle, sure touch that night just as it was your resolve when you told me you loved me that helped me to realize I love you and I'll love only you for the rest of my life. It is my hope and prayer you will let me love you because I promise you there is no other woman on this earth that can love you as deeply and faithfully as I can and will." Neil was stunned when I finished talking. He put his arms around me and drew me into a close embrace. There was no talking, just "being". I was relieved and happy inside I had finally told Neil I loved him. After a couple of minutes he cleared his throat and I could tell by the sound of his voice he was feeling deeply moved by my declaration. "Christy, my heart is so full right now I'm not sure I can speak. Will you come with me to a special place and let me 'show' you what it is I feel inside my heart?" We drew apart, stood and Neil took me by the hand and led me back to Duke. The temperature was still quite warm even though the sun had set a few minutes ago. It reminded me of a midsummer evening, but the leaves were starting to turn all over the cove. "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Yes." Once settled on Duke we turned around and started in a westerly direction into the woods. "It won't take long to get there, fifteen, maybe twenty minutes at the most. I'm a little perplexed about it, myself. Scientifically, I mean. I came across it on my way back from the Sommer's place. I don't know if it's still there, but I feel it has great meaning for both of us." I had to admit, he had my interest. As he had said, about fifteen minutes later I heard Neil ask me, "Christy, please close your eyes and keep them closed. Now, I know I'm asking a lot because you are somewhat afraid of the dark, but I'm here with you, so it's all right. Please trust me. Can you do that?" "Yes, I'll try." I closed my eyes. I'll admit I was a little scared so I held Neil's hand a little tighter. A short time later Neil stopped Duke. "You still have your eyes closed?" "Yes." "Good," Neil said with a smile on his face. "I want you to know, it's still here, I'm very happy to say." I could feel him moving a little in the saddle. "Now, hand down." "I felt along the horse and allowed Neil to lower me to the ground. Once there I held on to Duke for support. I could hear Neil's boots hit the ground. He took my left hand into his right hand and put his left arm around my shoulders. That did help me to feel safer, and I kept my eyes closed as promised. "Christy, before I ask you to open your eyes we'll have to walk a little ways. Just follow my lead. I won't let you fall. Just think of my Aunt Hattie and how she gets around in her dark world." I could feel us walking through what may be a meadow of tall grass. I thought this may make a nice exercise with the children some day to teach them about blindness and consideration for those who had no sight, especially in an area where trachoma was so prevalent. I then felt us cross a very short wooden bridge and then back to the tall grass again. It made a "whooshing" sound against my skirts. "We must tread with care for this is a wonder of nature. We must go silently and in the darkness. Even God said he would divide the light from the darkness." Now I was puzzled. "Neil, I want to open my eyes." "Not quite yet, lassie." Neil looked around him and out loud he began to thank the Lord for all he had accomplished in the last couple of weeks, for opening his heart and eyes to Him, and for giving him the gift of my love. He thanked God for helping us find each other and untying the knots in both of us. Then he asked God to be with David, that David was a good man and he hoped that one day God would give him the kind of love that he and I were sharing. When Neil finished we both said, "Amen". Tears were falling down my cheeks as gratitude and gladness welled up inside of me. Neil let go of my hand, then walked behind me and put his arms around my shoulders and started whispering in my ear. "Now just listen, Christy. What's in my heart is so simple. I love you. I have loved you for a very long time, at least it seems that way to me. I promise you that my love for you will never change except it grow with every passing moment of our lives. You are everything and more I have ever wanted in a woman. If you'll have me, my darling lass, I am asking you to marry me, and soon, because I can't live another day without you. Now open your eyes, my dear one, and see the wonder. Every time you fee a firefly, I want you to remember this moment." As I opened my eyes I couldn't believe it. I moved in a circle with Neil stepping along with me. It was like watching a field full of shining stars. It was like fireworks on the fourth of July. I had seen fireflies before, but never like this. There were thousands and thousands of them flashing. I understood. This was what was inside his heart. One firefly flashed and the rest would flash with a dance all their own. It was dazzling. Then the teacher took over in me. "Why do they give off light?" "You see, Christy, the 'why' is simple. The ones you see flying around are the males and the females sit in the brush and respond by flashing their lights. This is how they find each other." "It feels so magical and mysterious, Neil." I couldn't see it but resolution was written all over his face. He turned me to him as he had in Aunt Hattie's cabin but this time he put his arms about me. "Marry me, Christy. Grow old beside me." I tried to look at his face, lights like beacons were flashing around us. "Yes, Neil, my answer is yes." He drew me even closer and his head lowered as his lips met mine softly in a very tender kiss. It was a kiss sealing our declarations of love. The End