Disclaimer: This story is written for entertainment only. The characters of Christy belong to the LeSourd Family. I am in no way seeking profit from the continuation of the story. Any characters that are invented for the purposes of this Fanfic were created by the author. Title: The Rival Author: Betty Email: JBKITT@email.msn.com Summary: David receives a letter from his Mother. Christy discovers David has a younger sister. The Rival Part I I was looking forward to my first Summer recess in Cutter Gap. The past school year had been such a struggle; the lack of books and writing material, dealing with the superstitions and traditions of the children, watching them try to absorb my teaching with empty bellies, little sleep and cold, dirty feet, and then the subsequent fire which almost extinguished what little progress I had made. I knew when I left Asheville that I would be teaching under somewhat primitive conditions. I never dreamed the conditions would be this severe. My mind and body were thankful for the much needed respite the summer season brought. One of my last duties as teacher was to scrub the classroom from top to bottom. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness," I said to myself as I thought of all the germs the children passed back and forth to each other in this room. The sneezes, sniffles, shared rags-turned-handkerchieves and gourdes, I'm surprised none of the children ever became deathly ill! Even with the help of Dr. MacNeill, it was hard to convince the children of the existence of something which they could not see, except of course for God, Satan, and ghosts. They were a stubborn lot, filled with generations of strong customs and beliefs, most of which I tried in vain to dispel. But I would never give up hope. I caught my reflection in the murky water bucket. "My, what a sight!" I thought. My damp hair hung in stray strands out from under my scarf and I could see streaks of dirt across my forehead, cheeks, and chin. "Cleanliness indeed!" I chuckled. Momentarily I heard a familiar call, "Yoo-nited States Mail!" This proclamation was enough to stop all work or play in the Cove. Besides our new telephone line to El Pano, the mail was our only link to news outside these mountains. David, Miss Alice and anyone near enough to hear his call, including me, swarmed to Mr. Pentland, the mail carrier. I long hoped for a letter from Mother. It had been two weeks since her trip to Washington, D.C. and I eagerly anticipated news of her journey. But, no such luck. Only two letters for David; one from his sister Ida, the other from his mother. David opened one of his letters and read it as he slowly ascended the mission steps. I turned to head towards the school but stopped when I heard David shout angrily, "I don't believe this!" "What is it, David?" My curiosity was peaked. He turned to me, "My sister." "Oh no, Miss Ida?" My curiosity suddenly turned into concern. We had not heard much from Ida since her marriage to Mr. Sweetwater and their journey to California. "No, no," David continued, "My younger sister....Barbara. She's left home and is probably on her way here, to Cutter Gap. Mother is in a frenzy." "Why on earth would she leave home?" I wondered. "Christy, why on earth my sister does anything is beyond me! But this time, it seems Mother had big plans for Barbara to marry Edward Brewster, a prominent mercantile heir. And if I remember correctly, one of the richest and most boring men I've ever met." David and I sat down on the steps and prepared for a long conversation, "I can't say I blame her. I've told you stories about Mother's meddlesome, self-centered ways." I nodded, recalling why David joined the seminary to begin with. He continued, "Well, Barbara has always been considered the black sheep of the family. So, at 18, Mother enrolled her in the Boston University College of Nursing, hoping Barbara would settle into a field she loved and, of course, eventually marry a doctor. School lasted just two years. Barbara got bored and dropped out to join the Red Cross. Although she enjoyed nursing, she couldn't stand the bookwork of school. She's always been a hands-on type of girl. She'd rather plant the coffee beans with her bare hands than sip it in a stuffy parlor room!" David glanced down at the letter, "I suppose she's had enough of life with Mother and thinks she can escape in Cutter Gap." He handed the envelope to me, "Just look at this! It's postmarked seven days ago! I wish Mother would learn to use the telephone. But, you know what some of our elders think about these 'new-fangled gadgets'." "David, do you have any idea when she might arrive?" The thought suddenly dawned on both of us. "According to the letter, it could be any day." David folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope, "I only hope she has sense enough to telephone me from El Pano. I can just imagine her trying to trek through these mountains on her own. You think these highlanders are stubborn? Wait until you meet Barbara!" In the distance, we could see Dr. MacNeill on horseback racing towards the mission. He was smiling and laughing as he pulled Charlie to a quick stop in front of us. It was my first glimpse of the beautiful young woman seated behind Neil, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. She caught her breath as she removed her powder blue hat and shook out her chestnut hair until it fell in curls down her back. Neil helped her from Charlie as David and I stood. She bounced youthfully towards David and flung her arms around his neck. After placing a kiss on his cheek, she looked into his eyes and said, "David, have you no welcoming words for your long forgotten sister!?" Summary: Neil and Christy discuss Barbara The Rival Part II "Yes, I have a few words for my sister," David looked at her sternly, "But I don't think you would find them very welcoming. And what is this 'long-forgotten sister' business all about?" "Why, David, I haven't heard from you in forever! With Ida in Anaheim raising oranges, I thought maybe you'd forgotten you had another sister." Her lips were slightly pouty as she lowered her big brown eyes in David's direction. She had a sunny, youthful disposition and couldn't have been but a year or two older than me. Her beauty was mesmerizing. For a moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then I noticed, neither could Dr. MacNeill. "How do you suppose I was to stay in contact with you while you're gallivanting around New England with the Red Cross? By the time one of my letters reached your last known destination, you had already moved on. Speaking of moving on," David put his hands in his pockets and spoke matter-of-factly, "I will be wiring Mother this afternoon to let her know you'll be returning to Boston within a few days." "David, David," She teased, "My, haven't you gotten serious in your old age. I just left home. What makes you think I'm going to go back, especially so soon? Besides..." She stepped towards Neil and slid her arm in his, "I've already acquired a job here in Cutter Gap," She looked up at him, "As Dr. MacNeill's assistant." David and I were both wide-eyed at the surprising news. Neil's grin spread from ear to ear. He knew David would never allow his sister to stay, which is precisely why he offered Barbara a job. "Dr. MacNeill, I don't think..." David began but his protest was interrupted. "And you must be Miss Huddleston!" Barbara extended her gloved hand. I was startled by her firm handshake. Her looks were as delicate as fine china but her confidence was as strong as the enduring Charter oak, "My name is Barbara. David has written to Mother so much about you, I feel as if I already know you. I'm sure we're going to be fine friends!" I was speechless. All I could manage was a simple smile and nod of my head as I watched this petite ball of fire skillfully direct the situation around her to her advantage. David was flustered, I was overwhelmed, and Dr. MacNeill....well Dr.MacNeill just stood there with this constant, silly smile on his face. I'm not sure why, but it was irritating to say the least. Why didn't he say something!? "Well," Barbara clasped her hands together and looked at the trio before her. She then took David by the arm and guided him up the mission steps, "Why don't you show me where I can freshen up and then we'll get caught up over a nice tall glass of lemonade." Neil and I watched as they faded into the house. A small chortle rose from Neil. Placing my hands on my hips, I asked, "What do you find so funny?" "The good Reverend is going to have his hands full with that one." Neil chuckled. "And from what I've just heard, so are you!" Neil began to walk with me towards the schoolhouse. I continued, "How did that come about? For that matter, how did you happen to meet her? David wasn't even sure when she would be arriving." "As you know, Miss Huddleston, I went to El Pano early this morning to collect my medical supplies from the train. Ben Pentland is a good man but I doubt he knows the worth and fragility of the packages I receive from Philadelphia," Neil stopped to pick a long blade of grass, then placed it in the side of his mouth, "I'm standing there, on the platform, as the engineer is unloading my supplies, when I see this young woman. She's standing alone, and everyone who passes she asks for directions to Cutter Gap. I tell her I'm on my way to Cutter Gap and would gladly see her there. On the way, she tells me she's David Grantland's sister and that she's come to Cutter Gap to stay for a spell. After she learned I'm a doctor, she tells me she had two years of nursing school and a year in the Red Cross," Neil's smile became mischievous, "So, I offered her a position." "Surely, you can't be serious, Doctor," Standing on the schoolhouse steps, I was now eye level with Neil, "She doesn't belong here. She'll never fit in or be able to tolerate the harsh realities of life in this Cove. You'd be doing David a great favor by dismissing her position and sending her on her way." I was certain of this and hoped I'd gotten my point across to Dr. MacNeill. A woman of her refinement would not last long in Cutter Gap, and I would hate to see her leave with failure and disappointment hanging over her. Neil stepped in closer to me, so close I could see the brown flecks in his hazel eyes. His eyes seemed to look deeply into mine, searching for something. He replied, "I recall a woman with the same stubborn ambition coming to the Cove not too long ago. I didn't think she would last here, either, but she proved me wrong and is still here today, standing before me on these steps. No. I think you might have another reason for wanting Barbara to leave. What is it, Miss Huddleston? What are you afraid of?" My mind searched for answers, not finding any. I couldn't think straight. How did he always manage to fluster me in this way!? He stood so close to me, I couldn't think and my heart pounded so loudly, I was afraid he might hear. I wiped my sweaty palm across my forehead and felt something grainy in my hand. Looking into my hand, I saw a streak of dried mud. The recollection of how I looked hit me. Wide-eyed, I looked at Neil, "Oh my! I'm a mess! What a first impression I must have made on her!" I grabbed my apron and began to furiously scrub my face. Neil smiled, catching my sudden change in the subject. He took the corner of my apron from me and gently wiped a spot I had missed on my cheek. He spoke softly, "No amount of dirt could ever conceal your natural beauty." I was tongue-tied again. That man! How did I let him get to me like this! I didn't understand it. One minute, he's ribbing me and the next he's complimenting me. I don't think I would ever understand the workings of his mind! After a lingering look into my eyes, he turned and quickly walked away. "Dr. MacNeill," I shouted after him, "I think we should discuss this further." He turned and smiled at me as he walked away. He lifted his hand in the air and waved towards me, "Good day, Miss Huddleston," He shouted and smiled widely, "Tell Barbara I'll return later to discuss her position." I noticed a light spring in his step as he continued down the dirt path. Summary: Neil dines at the mission. The Rival Part III True to his word, Dr. MacNeill returned in the early evening, just in time to have supper with us. During the course of the meal, Barbara entertained us with tales of her travels throughout New England; how the Red Cross came to the aid of people in Maine during a blizzard, or Vermont during a flood, or Rhode Island during a hurricane. Dr. MacNeill listened intently as Barbara described some of the medical cases she encountered and some of the impromptu surgeries she assisted in. She was a very animated storyteller. She had us all locked in her web of stories. Her eyes expressed every emotion she was feeling at the time and her hands never ceased in motion. Yet her bubbly personality was contagious. Barbara was a breath of fresh air and a whirling twister all rolled into one petite package. She was friendly, outgoing, intelligent, witty, and possessed a great sense of humor. But as much as I couldn't help but like her, I was a bit wary of her overly friendly way. Maybe I had lived in the Cove too long and was beginning to think like the untrusting highlanders. It made no sense. After all, she was born of the same cloth as David. There was just something about Barbara that made me uncomfortable. Whatever it was, I couldn't place it and it held me back from completely trusting her. After dinner, Barbara wowed us with her exquisite skills on the piano. Was there no end to her talent? Did a perfect woman actually walk on earth? Secretly, I hoped she couldn't sing any better than a bull frog. But her voice rose up like a chorus of angels. David soon joined in to form a duet until Barbara jumped from the bench, grabbed a reluctant Neil by both hands, and twirled with him around the room until he was dizzy on his feet. Miss Alice laughed longer and harder than I had seen in some time. Even David found it amusing. But I began to get bored with all the gaiety and excused myself to retire for the night. "Are you alright, Miss Huddleston?" Neil asked as I excused myself, "You look a little pale." "I have a slight headache," I replied, trying to hide my sarcasm, "It must be all the music. I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning." I managed a smile then made my way up the stairs. "Good night then," Neil called out, then turned to Barbara, "It's late. I must be going also." From the top of the stairs, I could see Neil kiss Barbara's hand, "Good night Miss Grantland. It's been a most pleasant evening." "Please, Dr. MacNeill, call me Barbara. I'm not my Mother and won't stand for such propriety amongst friends," She saw David watching her out of the corner of his eye, "Why don't I see you out?" "That would be lovely... Barbara." Neil replied. I would almost swear just at that moment Neil glanced towards me at the top of the stairs, but I was quiet as a mouse. He couldn't have known I was standing there. "Barbara, I don't think that's appropriate for..." David commented. "I'm just seeing Dr. MacNeill to his horse, David. No need for concern." Barbara replied as, arm in arm, they walked out the door. Quietly, I slipped to my room but didn't light the lamp. I stood near the doors to my porch and barely pulled back the curtain, just enough to get a glimpse of the two shadowy figures standing in the moonlight. For the next twenty minutes they stood next to Charlie. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I could see Neil's face, illuminated by the moon's glow. One moment, he looked as if their conversation was serious and intense, the next, he was laughing and smiling. Barbara had her back to me but I could see her hands moving as she spoke. Then she would toss and twirl her rich brown hair. At one point, consumed by laughter, she leaned into Neil and placed a light hand on his chest. Finally, I heard David call out that it was time to turn in. I wondered how long he too had been looking on. Neil watched as she returned to the mission. Just as the front door closed, Neil mounted his horse. He began to ride off but suddenly stopped and turned towards the mission. To my bewilderment, he looked towards my window, waved and shouted, "Good night, Miss Huddleston. Sleep well!" Then he quickly rode off. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. How did he know!? Was I that predictable? What made him think I would spy on them? My blood was beginning to boil. I was furious that he knew me well enough to know I would watch and I was furious at myself for spying to begin with. It was so unlike me! Why was my desire to watch them so overwhelming? Was it something about Barbara? Had Neil been correct in asking if I had something to fear from her? Ever since our introduction my stomach was consumed with an uneasy feeling. She was David's sister, no threat to me, I tried to convince myself. Yet I felt as if I was going to lose something as long as she remained in Cutter Gap. Summary: David and Christy's picnic is interrupted. The Rival Part IV Within the next few days, Barbara settled into the abandoned Robertson cabin. Try as much as he might, David could not convince her to return to Boston. He was certain she would last just a month in Cutter Gap, and decided to make the best of the time until then. Neil spent his days introducing Barbara to the families and children in Cutter Gap. The children took to her like ants to sugar. But this wasn't surprising. She was clean, perfumed and educated, unlike most people in these mountains. On a hot, sunny afternoon, David and I decided to picnic in the meadow near the pond. As we strolled along hand in hand, I spotted Neil and Barbara sitting together at a table under the gazebo. They looked quite busy and intense reading through a stack of folders. David noticed my eyes locked in their direction. "She spends too much time with him." David's words seemed to appear out of thin air. "She IS his assistant, David." I assured him. "It doesn't bother you?" He asked as he spread the blanket in the grass. "No, don't be silly," I feigned, "Why should it bother me?" "I know how close you and Dr. MacNeill have become. In all honesty, I think he's quite smitten with you, not that I think I have anything to worry about." David paused and looked at me, as if waiting for an answer to a question. Not receiving a response, he continued, "I just thought you might be a little jealous now that another woman has the majority of Dr. MacNeill's attention." "Jealous? David Grantland! How can you say such a thing? A person has to have feelings for another person to feel jealousy. All I feel for Neil MacNeill is..." I stammered, searching for the right words, "...is friendship...and...and a mutual respect for the concern we share about the children. As for Dr. MacNeill being smitten with me, I disagree. A man smitten with a woman does not try to provoke or irritate her every chance he gets!" I was completely flabbergasted at this point. "So, Dr. MacNeill irritates you?" David asked. "Most of the time....yes." I watched Neil lean back in the wicker chair and fold his strong arms across his chest. My mind drifted to the 'other' times with Dr. MacNeill, which I had not shared with David. True, Neil liked to provoke me, but other times, he could be quiet, sweet, and gentle. It was these times when he caught me off guard. I was beginning to learn to expect the unexpected from Neil MacNeill. Suddenly, my thoughts were shattered by the jolt of a shotgun blast. Simultaneously, Neil and I jumped to our feet, followed by David and Barbara. Knowing it was too hot at this time of the day for anyone to be hunting, I ran towards the edge of the thick woods. The children! They were playing ghost in the woods earlier. What if it was one of the children? All I could focus on was getting to them. As I reached the edge of the thicket, a large arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me off my feet. I struggled to get free but it was no use. "Christy! Christy!" It was Neil, "You can not go in there! It's too dangerous!" My eyes pleaded to him, "It's the children. I saw them go in earlier!" Neil held my arms in his tight grip and stated firmly, "Stay here! I'll take a look." David rushed in after Neil. Minutes seemed like an eternity until Neil appeared from the woods. I gasped as I saw him carrying the bloody, lifeless body of Zady Spencer. Neil walked quickly towards the mission, "Barbara, quickly, get a room and my instruments ready!" She ran ahead of us. "Zady! Zady!" I brushed her hair back from her forehead. She was pale and her breathing was so shallow it frightened me. "She went into shock. She's unconscious and lost alot of blood." He burst through the mission's doors. I followed on his heels but he stopped midway up the stairs, "Christy, Barbara's here to help. I need you to get Jeb and Fairlight. Tell them what's happened and to hurry." "Neil, who shot her?" I had to know. "It was an accident, Christy." Neil looked at Zady and sighed heavily, "It was Isaak McHone." Neil continued up the stairs but I was frozen where I stood. The thought of Zady Spencer dying at the hands of her own cousin was too much to comprehend. Neil's voice shouting down to me snapped me out of my stupor, "Go, Christy!" Without fear or hesitation, I jumped on Charlie and raced toward's the Spencer cabin. Summary: Zady survives the surgery The Rival Part V By the time the Spencer family and I returned to the mission, news of Zady's accidental shooting spread throughout the Cove. A large crowd, including the McHones, gathered in front of the mission. Isaak McHone was on his knees near the front door. He'd obviously been crying the entire time. The crowd separated as Jeb and Fairlight made their way to the door. Isaak sprung from his knees and threw his arms around his Aunt's waist. Burying his head, he sobbed into her apron, "I'm sorry! It was an accident. I didn't mean to shoot Zady! I was playin' with my Paw's gun an' it jest went off. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Fairlight stroked his dirty-blonde hair and kissed the top of his head. She embraced him as she rocked him consolingly, "I know that, Isaak. Zady an' I both know yu'd never do nuthin' to hurt her purposely. Your Uncle Jeb an' I done forgive you. God forgives yu an', now, yu need to forgive yurself. Zady's gonna be awright. Yu wipe them tears now an' jest keep prayin' that God works his miracles through Doctor MacNeill's hands." She lifted Isaak's chin from out of her apron, "I love yu, Isaak McHone, an' I ain't never gonna stop lovin' yu... because I know yu got a good heart." Fairlight's voice choked on these last few words. There wasn't a dry-eye to be found among all of the women and some of the men, including Tom McHone. Fairlight's unselfish outpouring of love for her nephew was a testament of the power of forgiveness. Hours passed by as Jeb, Fairlight and I waited in the sitting room for news of the operation. Words could not comfort Fairlight as she clung to Jeb, who was as strong and steady as a rock. He spoke to her softly while she laid her head upon his shoulder. I wished Miss Alice was there to comfort Fairlight, but she was off on a week-long sabbatical. Miss Alice always knew the right things to say. I was at a loss for words in such a dire situation. I offered Fairlight tea and biscuits, but she would have none of it until she knew of the operation's outcome. A few times, Fairlight wondered where her youngest children were. Jeb had to remind her they went back to the McHone cabin, and would remain there with Tom and Opal until they were needed. The silence among us was deafening, until David finally descended the stairs. We jumped to our feet, anxious to receive any word of Zady's condition. David spoke soberly, "Dr. MacNeill will be down in a moment to give you the details." "My baby," Fairlight pleaded, "How is my baby?" "Fairlight, she's alive. Her will to live is strong. I don't think God would take her now, after all she's been through." David sounded convinced of this, which lead me to believe the surgery went well. Barbara and Neil soon joined us. They both looked drained of all energy. Barbara gave me a comforting smile but I could see from neil's face that the news was not good. "Fairlight. Jeb. Please sit down." Neil's voice was low and serious. "Give it to us straight, Doc." Jeb looked Neil in the eyes, "We want to know everything." Neil cleared his throat then softly began, "The buckshot hit her in the lower abdomen. I was able to remove all the fragments and repair the tears in her large intestines. There was no spinal chord damage which means she will have complete use of her arms and legs." Fairlight and Jeb sighed with relief but Neil's solemn expression remained, "But....a significant amount of damage was done to her uterus. I couldn't save it. I had to perform a hysterectomy." I knew women back in Asheville who had hysterectomies, but no one as young as Zady. From the look on Jeb and Fairlight's faces, I could see they had never heard this word. "What are yu sayin', Doc? What does this mean?" Jeb asked. "It means Zady will never have a monthly or bare any children." Neil stroked Fairlight's arm, "I'm sorry. There was nothing more I could do." Fairlight gasped loudly and sobbed, "My baby! My poor baby!" Jeb held back tears as he asked, "But otherwise, she'll be awright?" Neil nodded. Jeb turned to Fairlight, "Don't yu fret none, Fairlight. Our Zady is a smart girl. She's got alot to offer this world. An' if God sees fit fer her to be raisin' some yungins, then He'll provide, one way or another. All that matters now is that she's still with us. Yu remember that." This seemed to comfort Fairlight as soon she composed herself. Neil led Jeb and Fairlight up the stairs to see their daughter, then left them alone for their visit. He returned to David, Barbara and I. I had so many questions for him. "Neil..." I began but he stopped me. "Just a minute, Christy." He pulled Barbara aside and quietly began to compliment her on her surgical assistance, commenting that he was grateful to have an educated assistant by his side. I felt useless and dejected. Summary: Christy and Barbara have a conversation. The Rival Part VI I stepped out into the warm night air. Dark clouds covered the half moon. I could scarcely see five feet in front of me, but found my way to the gazebo. I sat in the same rocker Neil occupied earlier in the afternoon and imagined his presence around me. I felt so alone, isolated, and depressed. I tried to pretend it was the events of the day causing my melancholy, but deep in my heart I knew it was much more. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed Neil; our quiet walks together, sharing our closest held confidences; his wry smile as I shared with him my latest plans and ideas for the people of the Cove; even his stubborn, fiery temperament during one of our endless heated debates. David was right. I was jealous of the time and attention Neil gave Barbara. Their love of medicine was a solid bond. I was so thankful she was there for Zady but couldn't help but wish I had been the one standing next to Neil during this time of need. But he didn't need me and I feared the arrival of Barbara was the beginning of the end of our budding friendship. "He's a great physician, isn't he?" Barbara's voice in this quiet moment startled me. "Yes...yes he is." I smiled. "Do you mind if I join you?" She pulled up a chair before I could reply, "I like to unwind after such adrenaline rushing circumstances." She must have noticed my silence, then continued, "We haven't had much time alone since my arrival. I've been so busy settling in, meeting the families, and catching up on the medical histories with Dr. MacNeill, I haven't had a chance to get to know you better." "Yes, you and Dr. MacNeill seem quite busy lately." I was being unfairly cold and secretly chided myself for it. "Hopefully that will all change soon. While unburdening of some of his workload on me, perhaps Dr. MacNeill will find more time for..." She paused momentarily and I detected a slight smile, "...his closer acquaintances." Not only was Barbara beautiful and intelligent, she was uncannily perceptive, much like Miss Alice. She leaned towards me and lowered her voice, "I hope you don't mind if I speak candidly, Christy. But I wonder what you're waiting for. It's obvious to anyone who has ever been in love; you harbor feelings for Dr. MacNeill." "Barbara, Dr. MacNeill and I are just friends! David and I are courting for goodness sakes! You must know David has proposed to me, and I plan on giving him a firm answer any day now. Yes, I respect Dr. MacNeill but I care about David. He's a wonderful man, kind, caring, giving, passionate about his work, steady..." "Yes, yes," Barbara interrupted, "The list could go on forever, I'm sure." She glanced at me sideways and with a playful smile said, "You must admit though, Dr. MacNeill would make a fine catch for any woman." "Perhaps," I commented steadfastly, "But not for me." She didn't look convinced. "Ladies." Dr. MacNeill's deep voice startled me into a gasp, "I'm sorry, Christy. I didn't mean to frighten you. I was looking for Barbara." "Oh....oh," It was an awkward moment, but not surprising. It had been almost a week since Neil and I spoke alone, or at least since Barbara's arrival. I thought it best to quickly excuse myself, before Neil could detect any trace of disappointment in my eyes, "I'll say goodnight then." I forced a smile and swiftly walked away, leaving Neil and Barbara to converse under the gazebo. Halfway to the mission, I turned and gave one last quick glance towards the gazebo. The scene before me was unimaginable. Barbara practically leaped into Neil's embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck! My eyes must have deceived me. I knew Barbara to be outspoken, somewhat flirtatious, and even slightly mischievous. But never had I imagined she could be so forward! Our prior conversation all made sense now. She questioned my feelings for Dr. MacNeill, and seeing how my intentions were purely platonic, decided to reveal her affections. I rushed into the mission and up to my room. My heart pounded deeply. My hot palms were moist. Feeling anxious, I had to take one last look. Maybe I had misconstrued the situation. Slowly, I drew back the curtain. Just below me, and for a split second, I saw Barbara and Neil walking towards the mission house, with their arms around each others waists. I quickly fell to my bed. My mind tried to comprehend this quick turn of events but I could come to just one conclusion. It must have been love at first sight. Summary: Christy realizes she loves Neil. She visits the McHones. The Rival Part VII I tossed and turned all night, sometimes laying for hours and staring into the darkness. Conversations with David and Barbara haunted me. "You harbor feelings for Dr. MacNeill." "You're jealous of the time he spends with Barbara." These thoughts kept my head spinning. Had I been fooling myself? Did I feel more for Neil than friendship?But what about David? I cared for David but I had to admit, when with him, my heart didn't flutter, my palms didn't sweat. He didn't stir the emotions in me compared to the way I felt when I was with Neil MacNeill. Perhaps I was merely infatuated with Dr. MacNeill and what I felt for David was a realistic, mature kind of love. I had never been in love so how was I to know? Of all the suitors I had in Asheville, none stirred feelings in me compared to Neil. David could have very easily been one of those suitors. I finally had to admit to myself as I sobbed into my pillow, I loved Neil, but now it was too late. His heart had moved on. Lightning crashed outside my window as dawn struggled to light the morning. God's tears pounded the mountains, but mine were beginning to dry. Emotionally spent after my sleepless night, I had no energy to rise from my bed. I didn't care that I was expected at breakfast. I didn't want to face anyone, not especially Neil, who had spent the night in David's bunkhouse to be near Zady. A release of tears were the sedative I needed to finally find sleep. It was comforting. Within the hour, Ruby Mae rapped on my door and entered without waiting for a response. I sensed her presence in my half sleep, but was too exhausted to acknowledge her. "Miz Christy," She shook my leg, "Miz Christy, I saved some breakfast fer ya. Miz Christy?" Moments later, I heard the door slowly close. The rain lulled me back into a deep slumber. Hours must have passed, although it only felt like minutes. Another gentle knocking at my door, another visitor. "Christy..." It was Miss Alice. I managed to open one eye in her direction, "Is thee not well?" She placed her hand across my forehead, "We missed thee at lunch." "I'm fine." I mumbled, my face half buried in my pillow. "It's not like thee to spend the day in bed." Miss Alice stood over me and waited for a response, but what could I say? It would be improper to tell her about Neil and Barbara. And I was just beginning to understand my feelings for Neil, how could I share this with her? It was best for all if I remained silent. She continued, "I do hope thee joins us for dinner." With my eyes closed, I nodded, hoping she wouldn't stay much longer. She paused in the doorway, began to speak but changed her mind. I was relieved to hear the click of the door handle. With this final interruption and the howling of the storm outside, I could no longer sleep. My body seemed to move in slow motion as I finished getting dressed. Standing at my window, I saw the dark clouds beginning to break. On the horizon, darker clouds were forming, but this break would last long enough for me to get to the McHone cabin and back, before the storm started up again. I wanted to visit Isaak. With all that had happened to Zady, I wondered if anyone had stopped long enough to think of what poor Isaak had been going through. This also gave me the opportunity to avoid running into Dr. MacNeill or Barbara. As I slipped out of my bedroom door, I heard Neil and Miss Alice speaking with Jeb and Fairlight in Zady's room. At the bottom of the stairs, I peered into the kitchen, to see David, Barbara, and Ruby Mae. I hurried out the front door and made my way on foot to the McHone's cabin. Opal was clearing snapped branches from her front porch as I shouted out my greeting. Within seconds, I had a crowd of Spencer and McHone children embracing me. It lifted my spirits to see their smiling faces. After greeting them one by one, Opal invited me inside. There I saw Isaak laying in his bed with his back to the door. "He's been like that since yesterdee." Opal's eyes were full of compassion and worry, "I don't rightly know what else I kin do fer 'im. His heart's a-breakin'." I knew how he felt. I sat next to him on the bed and brushed his hair with my fingertips. I sat there for over an hour, stroking his hair and whispering consoling words only he and I could hear. Eventually, his tears dried and he found comfort in his mother's arms. I hadn't noticed the rain began until Tom and the rest of the children burst through the door. "A bad storm's a-brewin' out there," He looked worried, "Better let me see ya back to the mission, Miz Christy." "I'll be fine, Tom," I looked around at the children, "You and Opal have your hands full here. Besides, I'll be back at the mission before it gets too bad." I didn't mind walking in the rain but the thunder and lightning caused me to walk a little more swiftly. The blackest clouds I had ever seen moved in. They turned the dusky afternoon into night in an instant. Just as I reached the Charter Oak, I thought I heard the roar of a train in the distance. It could only mean one thing.... Summary: Christy realizes she loves Neil. She visits the McHones. The Rival Part VII I tossed and turned all night, sometimes laying for hours and staring into the darkness. Conversations with David and Barbara haunted me. "You harbor feelings for Dr. MacNeill." "You're jealous of the time he spends with Barbara." These thoughts kept my head spinning. Had I been fooling myself? Did I feel more for Neil than friendship?But what about David? I cared for David but I had to admit, when with him, my heart didn't flutter, my palms didn't sweat. He didn't stir the emotions in me compared to the way I felt when I was with Neil MacNeill. Perhaps I was merely infatuated with Dr. MacNeill and what I felt for David was a realistic, mature kind of love. I had never been in love so how was I to know? Of all the suitors I had in Asheville, none stirred feelings in me compared to Neil. David could have very easily been one of those suitors. I finally had to admit to myself as I sobbed into my pillow, I loved Neil, but now it was too late. His heart had moved on. Lightning crashed outside my window as dawn struggled to light the morning. God's tears pounded the mountains, but mine were beginning to dry. Emotionally spent after my sleepless night, I had no energy to rise from my bed. I didn't care that I was expected at breakfast. I didn't want to face anyone, not especially Neil, who had spent the night in David's bunkhouse to be near Zady. A release of tears were the sedative I needed to finally find sleep. It was comforting. Within the hour, Ruby Mae rapped on my door and entered without waiting for a response. I sensed her presence in my half sleep, but was too exhausted to acknowledge her. "Miz Christy," She shook my leg, "Miz Christy, I saved some breakfast fer ya. Miz Christy?" Moments later, I heard the door slowly close. The rain lulled me back into a deep slumber. Hours must have passed, although it only felt like minutes. Another gentle knocking at my door, another visitor. "Christy..." It was Miss Alice. I managed to open one eye in her direction, "Is thee not well?" She placed her hand across my forehead, "We missed thee at lunch." "I'm fine." I mumbled, my face half buried in my pillow. "It's not like thee to spend the day in bed." Miss Alice stood over me and waited for a response, but what could I say? It would be improper to tell her about Neil and Barbara. And I was just beginning to understand my feelings for Neil, how could I share this with her? It was best for all if I remained silent. She continued, "I do hope thee joins us for dinner." With my eyes closed, I nodded, hoping she wouldn't stay much longer. She paused in the doorway, began to speak but changed her mind. I was relieved to hear the click of the door handle. With this final interruption and the howling of the storm outside, I could no longer sleep. My body seemed to move in slow motion as I finished getting dressed. Standing at my window, I saw the dark clouds beginning to break. On the horizon, darker clouds were forming, but this break would last long enough for me to get to the McHone cabin and back, before the storm started up again. I wanted to visit Isaak. With all that had happened to Zady, I wondered if anyone had stopped long enough to think of what poor Isaak had been going through. This also gave me the opportunity to avoid running into Dr. MacNeill or Barbara. As I slipped out of my bedroom door, I heard Neil and Miss Alice speaking with Jeb and Fairlight in Zady's room. At the bottom of the stairs, I peered into the kitchen, to see David, Barbara, and Ruby Mae. I hurried out the front door and made my way on foot to the McHone's cabin. Opal was clearing snapped branches from her front porch as I shouted out my greeting. Within seconds, I had a crowd of Spencer and McHone children embracing me. It lifted my spirits to see their smiling faces. After greeting them one by one, Opal invited me inside. There I saw Isaak laying in his bed with his back to the door. "He's been like that since yesterdee." Opal's eyes were full of compassion and worry, "I don't rightly know what else I kin do fer 'im. His heart's a-breakin'." I knew how he felt. I sat next to him on the bed and brushed his hair with my fingertips. I sat there for over an hour, stroking his hair and whispering consoling words only he and I could hear. Eventually, his tears dried and he found comfort in his mother's arms. I hadn't noticed the rain began until Tom and the rest of the children burst through the door. "A bad storm's a-brewin' out there," He looked worried, "Better let me see ya back to the mission, Miz Christy." "I'll be fine, Tom," I looked around at the children, "You and Opal have your hands full here. Besides, I'll be back at the mission before it gets too bad." I didn't mind walking in the rain but the thunder and lightning caused me to walk a little more swiftly. The blackest clouds I had ever seen moved in. They turned the dusky afternoon into night in an instant. Just as I reached the Charter Oak, I thought I heard the roar of a train in the distance. It could only mean one thing.... Summary: Neil finds Christy in the cavern. The Rival Part VIII Panic swept over me as the familiar sound of a roaring tornado drew near. The great Charter Oak was midway between the McHone's cabin and the mission, but both at too great a distance to reach before the tornado arrived. As small hail stones pelted me, I made my way up a hill, over a creek, and into the caverns the children and I discovered not long ago. It was dark, cold and wet, but it was the only shelter I could think of in my panicked state of mind. Not knowing what critters took up residence in the cavern, I huddled just a few yards from the entrance. Clutching my knees to my chest, I began to sing "Amazing Grace", hoping it would keep my mind off the raging storm. A dull flicker of light streaked across the cavern entrance, but it wasn't the familiar bright flash of lightning. It flickered again, until it illuminated the cave. Much to my delight, it was Neil. Instantaneously, I jumped to my feet and embraced him tightly. With the lantern in one hand, Neil squeezed me just as tightly with the other, laid his cheek on the top of my head and whispered, "Thank God." Realizing my actions, I stepped back and wiped the grateful tears from my cheeks as I asked, "How did you find me?" Neil held a piece of cloth in his hand, "Your petticoat ripped on a branch just outside the cave. Without it, I would have given you up for dead," His soft face suddenly turned stern, "Good God woman, what in the blazes are you doing out in this weather!? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" "I went to see Isaak McHone. The storm broke. I thought I'd make it back to the mission before it started up again." I turned my back to him, "Besides, I didn't think anyone would miss me." Not just anyone, Neil specifically. Stifling more tears, I continued, "How did you know I was gone? I thought I slipped out without anyone noticing." "Alice was concerned about you. She said you had been sleeping all day, and asked me to look in on you. When I did, you were gone. Then we received a telephone call from El Pano saying a tornado was spotted heading toward Cutter Gap. The others searched for you around the mission but I had a feeling you would want to see Isaak. So, I headed this way and saw a piece of your petticoat clinging to a branch." A bolt of lightning struck a tree near the cave. The resounding boom sent me into Neil's arms once again. He held the lantern to light our way, "Let's move a bit farther into the cave. We'll be safer there." Neil sensed my fear as I tightly clutched his shirt. He smiled into my hesitant eyes, "Don't worry. I won't let anything harm you." We walked a ways into the cave, until Neil spotted a pile of dry straw and twigs, obviously an animal's abandoned bedding. He pulled a match from his pocket and lit the mound. Both of us wet and cold, we huddled together near the warm fire. Neil vigorously rubbed my arms, trying to get me warm. His touch sent a shiver through me. "I'd offer you my coat, Miss Huddleston, but as you can see, I don't have one." Neil smiled, trying to lighten the moment. The feel of his strong arm around me and the warmth of his body next to mine set my nerves on edge. My body shook almost uncontrollably and my teeth began to chatter. His brow furrowed with worry, "What is it, Christy? Are you coming down with something? You look flushed." He pressed his hand against my cheek but I angrily pushed it away. "For once in your life would you stop being a doctor and just be my friend!" His hazel eyes widened, obviously surprised at my response, "What are you talking about? I 'am' your friend, and your physician. I care about you." "But not as much as you care about Barbara!" The words slipped from my mouth before I had a chance to think, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." "Yes, you did or you wouldn't have said it. Now...would you care to elaborate?" Neil waited patiently as I thought up my response. I wanted to convey my thoughts without giving away my newly discovered feelings for him. But my words always seemed muddled when he was near. I took a deep breath but couldn't contain my agitation, "I just can't stand the way you allow her to fawn all over you.! She's constantly touching you and flirting with you and it just seems so....so....improper! It doesn't set a good example for the children."A smile began to form across Neil's lips, which aggravated me even more, "I don't find it the least bit funny!" "I do," He chuckled, "You're jealous." "Well of course I am!" I admitted, "This beautiful woman waltzes into town and it's the last I see of you. I know it sounds immature and petty and unreasonable but I miss you. I miss our friendship. And now that you're in love with her, things will never be the same!" Tears formed in my eyes as the tension in my body rose. "What did you say??" Neil looked surprised and astounded at my remark. "Oh! You know what I said! You're in love with her. Don't try to deny it," I stifled back my tears, "I see the way you look at her. And last night only confirmed my suspicions. I saw her with her arms around you, under the gazebo, pressing her body against you. And then on your way back to the mission, I saw how you two held each other, smiling, looking so much in love. It made me sick!" My watery eyes were now spitting fire, but Neil was smiling. As I finished, he began to chuckle until he was doubled over in boisterous laughter. His behavior infuriated me even more, "I don't think it's funny!" Neil slowly composed himself, "Christy, I am not in love with Barbara Grantland. What you saw last night was not what you thought. Barbara stepped off the gazebo and fell into my arms because she twisted her ankle. We had a good laugh about it as I helped her back to the mission. That's all it was." He looked deeply into my blue eyes and, almost as an after thought, asked, "Why would you care if I did love Barbara?" "Because...." I stammered, "Because I love you!" The words fell quickly off my tongue. There was no turning back. Summary: Neil and Christy admit their feelings for one another. The Rival Part IX There. I said it...out loud. I not only admitted it to Neil, but to myself. It explained so much about my life in the past few months, like why I continued to put off answering David's marriage proposal, and why being with Neil confused me so. I hadn't recognized it and maybe part of me didn't want to. Loving him seemed so complicated and not part of the life plan God had chosen for me. I finally realized they were my plans, not God's, that kept me from giving in to my feelings for Dr. MacNeill. To my surprise, the chattering of my teeth and shivering of my body ceased. This confession soothed the emotional storm raging in my body. I stared into the diminishing fire, wondering through the silence if Neil understood the weight of my words. The chiselled features of his rugged face softened as he leaned against the dank wall of the cavern. The flickering fire illuminated his handsome face as he lingered to respond. I turned from him and spoke softly, "Please, say something, anything. I'll understand if you don't feel the same." Neil leaned forward, placed his light hand on my chin, and turned my face to meet his. Searching my misty eyes, he spoke quietly, "Do you know what you're saying?" "Yes, yes I do." I only hoped my eyes conveyed the power of emotion I felt in my heart, for words seemed inadequate. My throat tightened as I tried to continue, "I love you, Neil. I've loved for a long time. It wasn't until I thought I lost you to Barbara that I finally had to admit it," Small drops of tears fell on my cheeks. Brushing them away, Neil cupped my face in his hands. I pressed his warmth to my cheek as I closed my eyes, drinking in his touch. Almost inaudibly, I whispered, "I love you." "Only in my dreams have I heard you say these words. But day to day I watched you with David. Slowly, I lost hope that you'd ever feel for me what I've long felt for you. I've loved you since the day you sat by my fireplace. You looked so beautiful, so delicate sitting there in Margaret's dress, your tiny feet swallowed up in my huge slippers," Smile lines creased the corners of his eyes as I giggled, recalling how I must have looked. He continued, "I know you must have felt uneasy, being alone with a virtual stranger in a strange little cabin. But all I could think was how much you looked like you belonged. You breathed life into that cabin, and me. I thought any chance of love died along with Margaret, until that day. My heart filled with long forgotten and deeply buried emotions. It's power frightened me. I tried to forget about it, but when I thought I'd lose you after the fire at the schoolhouse," He paused and took a deep breath as if shaken by the thought, "I knew I couldn't live without you." His eyes locked onto mine, "Christy Huddleston, I love you. I've always loved you and will always love you." Neil closed his eyes and lowered his head, "God help me for taking this chance. If you walk out of here today and realize you don't...." "No! No," I quickly interrupted and held him in my arms, hoping to ease his insecurity, "I won't change my mind, ever. Nothing could change how I feel for you, I promise you that." We held each other tightly, enveloped by the power of the moment. Neil weaved his fingers through my hair as he softly kissed my forehead, then temple, then cheek. His eyes lingered momentarily on mine. Our lips lightly brushed against each other, savoring this tender moment. With one hand on the nape of my neck, entwined in my hair, the other held against the small of my back, he pressed me to him, kissing me fully and passionately on the lips. I'd never kissed anyone so longingly. My heart beat uncontrollably, my breathing was heavy and full. A newly discovered hunger swept through me. I lost myself in warmth and security of Neil's arms. In the midst of our passionate embrace, neither of us were aware that the storm had long subsided. Outside, I could hear David and Ruby Mae calling for me. Neil and I reluctantly parted, stopping long enough to gaze once again into each other's eyes. "You better go," Neil ran his hands down my arms to my hands, "I don't want them to know we were together, for your sake. You have alot of things to work out. I don't want to complicate matters." His selflessness touched me. Placing my hand on his cheek, I smiled and whispered, "You're not a complication. Don't forget what you mean to me." He kissed my hands and whispered, "I won't." Neil doused the fire as I made my way out of the cavern, into David's awaiting embrace. Summary: Barbara and Christy have a chat. The Rival Part X David held me tightly and kissed my hair. I felt uncomfortable and deceiving in his arms, knowing just a few yards from where we stood awaited the man I loved. Not wanting David to discover this, I told him we needed to quickly return to the mission to prepare supplies for those in need after the storm. Just as we mounted Prince, Barbara arrived on horseback. After what had just transpired between Neil and I, I was seeing Barbara in a new light. She was no longer a threat or rival, but a friend, which was all she ever wanted to be. I felt somewhat ashamed for allowing my jealousy to cause me to judge her so harshly. I hoped when the time came to apologize for my somewhat cold behavior, she would forgive me. Knowing Barbara, this would not be an issue and she'd probably find my bout with the green-eyed monster amusing. The sight of her bare foot covered up to the ankle by a bandage caught my attention. No one noticed the unwarranted smile on my face. But Barbara looked distressed and breathless as she spoke to David, "It's gone. Completely wiped out." "What is it, David?" I whispered, fearing it might be the mission. "Her cabin, the old Robertson cabin." He replied. "And the mission? The schoolhouse?" I worried about every family in the Cove, but the mission and Zady were my first concerns. "They're both still standing. The church was hard hit though. It'll take at least a month to repair." David nudged Prince onward. As we passed Barbara, I noticed a broad smile had replaced her frown. David didn't seen it, but I found this quick change in expression a bit odd, until her eyes caught mine and she slightly nodded towards the cavern. Not wanting to alert David, I nonchalantly looked over my shoulder and saw Neil standing near the entrance of the cave, watching me ride away with David. Neil looked somewhat disheartened until I smiled and mouthed, "Don't forget." His eyes lit up as his smile conveyed that these two words were enough to reassure him. I completely forgot about Barbara! I was courting her brother but in love with another man. Would she reveal my secret to David or the others? My worried eyes darted in her directly. She was still smiling, and almost broke out into a slight giddy chuckle. She rode the horse up close to me, leaned in to squeeze my hand then winked at me. That's when I knew. I could trust her. She understood love. Back at the mission, I stood on the porch outside my bedroom and could see the devastation the tornado caused. Just North of the schoolhouse, it looked as if a large sickle swept through the trees, clearing a path half a mile wide for as far as the eye could see. I was thankful the mission and schoolhouse were still standing, and that none of the inhabitants of the mission were injured. Later that evening, I took a moment alone to walk near the pond and enjoy the setting sun casting it's rusty hue across the mountains. I found myself again at the gazebo, thinking about how silly it was for me to imagine Barbara and Neil had fallen in love. "It's beautiful, yes?" I hadn't seen Barbara sitting near the edge of the pond. The picture-perfect vision of her seated there with a blanket spread beneath her reminded me of a portrait I had seen as a child. An art festival came to Asheville, and I begged my mother to take me. One portrait in particular stuck in my mind's eye; an elegant, thin woman sitting on a blanket near a pond. Her mahogany hair cascaded in flowing curls down her straight back. A plum parasol held high above her was highlighted against the umber dusk sky. Although she had her back to the viewer, I imagined her face to be young, petite, and delicate, with big, soulful brown eyes and pouty lips the color of cotton candy. From this moment on, I would no longer have to imagine her face. She was Barbara. "I'm going to miss it." Barbara continued. I settled myself next to her on the blanket, "What do you mean?" "Oh, Christy," She smiled, "There's nothing here for me. David was right. As much as I love the tranquility of these mountains, I need the fast pace of big city life." I was shocked. I had no doubt until this minute that Barbara could make it here. I supposed it wasn't a matter of surviving in Cutter Gap as much as it was wanting to survive here. Unlike the families here, Barbara had a choice. "What about Dr. MacNeill and the children?" I asked. "Dr. MacNeill has gotten along without me all this time. I'm sure he can manage." Her smile faded as she thought about the children. Her tone became serious, "I want to share something with you, Christy. Of all the devastation I have seen while working in the Red Cross, none compares to the devastating poverty these children live in. I could heal the wounds of a child caught in a flood or fire, and know their lives will return to normal with time. But I can't put shoes on all these children, or feed them, or shelter them from a lifetime of neglect." Barbara sat up straight and smiled confidently, "I like to think of myself as a mature, modern, strong woman," She then exhaled, her body going slightly limp, "But I'm not strong. Not as strong as I would like to be. Not as strong as you." Her compliment rendered me speechless. A silence hung between us momentarily. Barbara then continued, a forced lightness to her voice, "So, Miss Huddleston, I'll be departing tomorrow." She squeezed my hand as tears formed in her eyes, "And I'll miss you, more than you know. You are truly an inspiration." I was ashamed by the unkind thoughts I had of Barbara since her arrival. So many times, she reached out to me in friendship, only to be unknowingly rejected. I was too embarrassed to confess or apologize for my behavior. It was too late to start over but I couldn't let her leave without showing her how much her kindness had meant to me. I hugged her tightly and whispered, "I'll miss you, too. I do hope we can remain friends. Maybe even correspond now and then." Barbara threw her head back and laughed as she held my hands, "You better believe it! I must know how your romance with Dr. MacNeill turns out!" My face felt flush with heat, "Oh, about that. I hope you understand about David. I didn't mean to..." "Christy," She interrupted, "My brother is a good man, but, I can see he's not the man for you. Don't worry too much over David. He's always had a string of ladies on his arm. Yes, there have been a few who have broken his heart, but he always licks his wounds and joins the fray shortly thereafter." She patted my hand and smiled, "I know what it's like to find the man you love, only to have complications stand in your way. But, I've also learned that anything can be overcome, if you truly want it enough." Barbara quickly stood and reached a hand to help me to my feet. She spoke firmly and directly, "So, go get your man, Christy. And don't let anything...or anyone, stop you!" I would, truly, miss her. Summary: Barbara leaves. Christy admits her feelings for Neil to David. The Rival Part XI Barbara spent the next morning saying a few tearful goodbyes to the children of the Cove. And although Zady was still heavily sedated, Barbara spent an hour sitting next to her bedside, stroking her hand and whispering words of comfort and encouragement. By afternoon, David and I accompanied her to the El Pano train depot. With a glowing letter of reference from Dr. MacNeill in her pocket, she boarded a train headed to Atlanta, hoping to get a job at one of the large hospitals there. I had no doubt she would thrive in Atlanta. The ride back to Cutter Gap was the opportunity I needed to speak with David about my feelings for Neil. As I hesitantly muddled through my long story, David was silent, never interjecting a comment or angrily interrupting. I was thankful for this. I needed to get through it as quickly as possible. It broke my heart to know I was hurting him. I kept thinking of what Barbara had said; David always bounces back. I knew in time, he would find another. This was my only comfort. Completing my story, I was finally brave enough to look up at David, stoically sitting next to me on the buckboard. His brown eyes stared ahead, off into the distance. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, to comfort him, but thought better of it. Instead, I placed my hand on his, and said, "I hope you understand, David." The pain in his eyes was unbearable, but he did well to hide the anger welling up inside of him. His soulful eyes glanced at me long enough for him to say, "Don't worry about me, Christy. I understand." The remainder of the ride was made in silence. There was nothing more I could say, and nothing more he wanted to say. Arriving at the mission, David helped me from the wagon. With his hands still placed on my hips, he looked down at me and to my surprise, had one last comment, "I hope you find with Neil all the happiness you deserve. You're a wondrous woman, Christy Huddleston." "Thank you, David." It was all I could think of to say. As David walked towards the mission house, Neil rode up the path and stopped Charlie as he saw me standing there, watching David's lonely walk up the mission steps. David opened the door but paused long enough to give me one last dispirited glance. He slowly closed the door behind him. I turned to Neil. He looked so ruggedly masculine standing next to his ebony horse. Windblown curls highlighted his sunkissed face. A rumpled white shirt rolled up over his massive forearms stretched across his broad shoulders just tight enough to outline his muscular torso. Neil exuded strength, virility, gentleness, and warmth. The sight of him took my breath away. With a soft smile and love in his eyes, he began to walk towards me. All sense of reason and patience left me as I ran to him and leaped into his waiting arms. There was no mission house, no sky, no mountains, only Neil and I, locked in a passionate kiss and powerful embrace. It felt like......Heaven. The End