Michael McGarrity - Hermit_s Peak

Kerney thumbed through more of his phonemes sages. Nothing appeared urgent.

"I should have some time this weekend."

Pino sighed in exasperation.

"I suppose that will have to do. Reese will be with me and a group of volunteers on the mesa this weekend."

"What's that all about?" Kerney stared at the last message. The brief note read "Call home. Sara" It had been logged in before noon.

"We're continuing the field survey and putting up temporary fences to protect the cactus."

"What did you say?"

"The plant and habitat assessment must be completed and protective fencing needs to be done. Nestor Barela has agreed to provide materials."

Kerney nodded, his mind sixty miles away in Santa Fe.

"I'll come up to the mesa this weekend."

"When, this weekend?" Pino's voice was tinged with irritation.

"Either Saturday or Sunday," Kerney said, no longer willing to hide his exasperation with the woman.

"Very well," Pino said. A frosty look matched her chilly tone.

Kerney nodded a curt good-bye to Pino and left the building. He considered calling to see if Sara was still waiting at home for him, and decided against it. If she had already come and gone, he didn't want to get slammed by that reality.

As he gunned his unit out of the parking lot, the events of the day faded. All he could think of was Sara and what she might have to say to him when he got home.

Kerney saw Sara's Jeep and all of his uncertainty about her sudden departure rushed through his mind again. He got out of the unit not knowing what to expect, and moved slowly up the walkway to his house.

He was halfway there when the door opened and Sara stepped out.

Kerney froze in his tracks.

"Did you stop off to say good-bye again?"

"Where's your dog, Kerney? What happen to Shoe?"

"I sent him to an eight-year-old boy in California who desperately wanted him back."

"You didn't."

"I had to. I wasn't about to lie to the kid and keep his dog."

"But Shoe was abandoned, abused."

"Lost is more like it. The boy called me at work after Shoe arrived to thank me. Shoe is safe and his owner is happy."

"Then you did the right thing."

"It wasn't easy."

"You really liked that dog."

"You can't always have what you want. What do you want to tell me, Sara?"

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"Things. Can we talk inside?"

"Okay" Sara stood aside as Kerney approached the front door. The expression on her face looked dead serious.

He ducked past her, sat on the couch, and waited for her to join him.

She sat on the floor across from him, a good six feet away, and tucked one leg under the other.

"I didn't come here to say good-bye, Kerney. If I wanted to kiss you off, there are much easier ways to doit."

"What do you want?"

"First, I want to apologize for the way I left. But I had to get my head straight. I was feeling shy, frightened, wary, and confused."

"About what?" Kerney asked.

"You."

"I thought we were getting along well." His body felt stiff. He tried to relax, but couldn't.

"We were. Look, I came here thinking it would be great to see you and that it would just be a lot of fun.

Then I wound up realizing that I couldn't treat this lightly" "This?"

"You and me. My feelings about you aren't casual."

Sara's gaze drilled into Kerney.

"What do you want, Kerney?"

Kerney opened his mouth, closed it, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't want to lose you."

A faint smile crossed Sara's lips.

"My friend Susie says I should hit you with my best shot."

"Which is?"

"A straightforward question: How do you feel about marriage?"

Kerney's felt the muscles in his shoulders loosen up.

"The woman would have to be very special."

"Don't be glib."

"I take it back."

"I'm not going to give up my career."

Kerney nodded glumly.

"I know that. And I can't see myself following you around from post to post for the next ten or twenty years."

"I wouldn't ask you to." She threw up her hands in frustration.

"See? It's too damn impossible. Only a complete fool would jump into a part-time, long-distance marriage."

"I've been called a lot worse."

"I'm not talking about you." Sara studied Kerney's face.

"Why are you grinning at me?"

Kerney's got off the couch and sat next to Sara.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm feeling foolish."

Sara pulled away when Kerney tried to touch her, and got to her feet.

"Don't do that." She looked down at him.

Kerney froze and the tension in his shoulders returned. The frosty look in Sara's eyes kept him from speaking.

"Tell me how you really feel," Sara said.

Kerney stood, his stomach churning.

"As confused as you. I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's it?"

"No. I'm scared I might lose you, and right this minute that's all that matters. What are you feeling?"

Sara sighed.

"That it's so right to be with you."

"Then let's be together, as much as we can."

Sara's eyes searched Kerney's face.

"Does that mean you want a relationship with me? Something more than time together every year or two, when we can fit it in?"

"I want as much of you as I can get."

"Seriously?" Sara asked quickly.

Kerney swallowed hard.

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life."

Sara's hard look faded, replaced by a soft smile. She moved to him, put her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his chest.

"That sounds like a plan. Take me to bed, Kerney. We can work out the details later."

Kerney grasped Sara's waist and pulled her close. He could feel a smile spread across his face.

"Is that the relationship you have in mind?"

"Partially"

In the bedroom, Sara snuggled against Kerney's shoulder.

"That was lovely," she said.

"Exceptionally lovely."

"Maybe we should just stay lovers," Sara said.

"We could see each other as time allows, write, vacation together."

"Sort of a non nuptial agreement?"

"You don't like my idea."

"It doesn't feel right."

"So marry me," Sara said.

"Seriously?"

"If you're game."

"Just like that?"

"Say yes before I back out, Kerney."

"Yes."

"I want to get married at my parents' ranch," Sara said.

"We've got three weeks to pull it off."

"Have you ever been to Ireland?" Kerney asked.

"You want a honeymoon trip, too?"

"Why not?"

"This is scary, Kerney."

"Let's do it anyway."

"I bought you a present."

"What is it?" Kerney asked.

Sara turned on the bedside lamp, got up, and walked to the dresser.

Kerney forgot about the gift as Sara moved across the room. She was incredibly sexy.

She came back and handed him a package.

"What is it?" he asked again.

"Open it."

Kerney pulled himself into a sitting position, unwrapped the package, saw the drawing of Hermit's Peak, and knew it was Erma's work.

"My God, it's beautiful.

She did it from the mesa."

"You think so?"

"Absolutely. I love it."

"Isn't it exquisite? That reminds me. You owe me a camping trip to the mesa."

"This weekend?"

"That's fine by me."

He put the drawing to one side and reached for Sara.

"What are you doing?"

"Come here."

"Don't distract me, Kerney. I have to call my mother."

"That can wait."

"No it can't. Once I tell my mother we're getting married, there's no backing out."

"Call her right now."

"I'm going to keep my maiden name." Sara leaned over and kissed him.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

The answering machine message light blinked at Gabe when he got home.

He hit the play button and listened to three calls from Orlando's boss at the burger joint, each more agitated than the last. Orlando had not shown up to work his shift.