Robyn Carr - Redwood Bend

“Is this your hometown?” Dylan asked.

“Nah, I’m a city boy, more or less. I needed something quiet after twenty in the Marines.”

“You go to war?”

“Almost habitually,” Jack said. “A few of the men I served with decided to settle here. You from Sacramento?”

Dylan shook his head. “Little town up north—Payne, Montana.”

“How’d you hook up with Walt?” Jack wanted to know.

“Walt came through Montana and we met there. He was on some kind of solitary road trip, touring the U.S., and Montana is one of the most beautiful parts, so I took him into the mountains. We outran a moose once.”

“Don’t ever get the idea a moose is cute,” Walt said. “That sucker didn’t like me. Then Dylan took me into the air in his little plane,” Walt said. “I’ve been promising to show ’em my state ever since.”

“We were looking for someone to put together a road trip that would take us some interesting places we hadn’t seen, and by interesting I mean, off the grid. With some views.”

“Well, you got views, interesting and off the grid,” Jack confirmed. “So, what does a man do in Payne, Montana?”

That brought an automatic smile as he remembered Adele on the phone to a Realtor when she was hauling his messed up fifteen-year-old ass to Payne. She said, “Find me something with built-in chores.”

“Small charter flying business,” Dylan answered. “Little, bitty airport.”

Jack lifted an eyebrow. “Is there a big call for that sort of thing in Payne?”

“Some, but business is down like the rest of the world. When business is good we not only shuttle to larger airports, we pick up passengers all over the place and take them just about anywhere they want to go. We do a lot of corporate retreats, group trips, act like a real small regional sometimes, you name it. We’ve been known to fly hunters, rock bands and basketball teams. We’re flexible.”

“You’re a pilot?”

“Among other things. Stu’s head of maintenance, and Lang also flies and runs the instruction arm of the business—we give flying lessons, instrument instruction, et cetera. There are a few others attached to the company. Seems like we all have other things to do besides be on the road all the time.”

“Sounds like it could be fun,” Jack said. “If it makes a living.”

“We live in Payne, Montana, man,” Dylan said. “Population fifteen hundred. If we can pay for fuel for the planes, hay for the horses and oil for the furnaces in our houses, we don’t need that much of a living.”

“How do the wives feel about that?”

“Lang is the only married one and not only does his wife stay involved in the company, she tries to double up his schedule, keep him out of town more. Five kids, and she isn’t interested in six.”

Lang leaned forward on the bar and grinned. “What can I say? It just doesn’t take much to keep me happy.”

Dylan gave a chuckle. Not many people knew how much Dylan envied Lang’s ability to do that, to make a happy home and have normal, civilized kids with a good, solid woman at his side. But, having come from a crazy, mismatched Hollywood family, he had long ago accepted that his genetic makeup probably prevented that possibility. Adele was the only sane and stable one. “Takes even less to make me happy,” Dylan said.

“I’d think a single guy like yourself would be inclined toward some bigger town where there are more possibilities,” Jack said.

“I get around. But I’ll always live in Payne. Alone.”

Jack gave the bar a wipe. “Yeah, I used to say that. Look out. Tougher men than you have eaten those words.”

“Like you, Jack?” Dylan asked. “You eat those words?”

“Boy howdy, as my wife would say.”

Katie realized very quickly that coming to Virgin River was one of her better ideas. It took a day and that was all. Here she thought she’d been giving up, running home to Conner, but she found so much more. When she met her future sister-in-law, Leslie, she had found true family. Conner and Leslie weren’t officially engaged, but the chemistry between them was obvious and they both admitted they’d been talking about marriage. Since both of them came from divorce experiences, they were taking it slow and easy.

While it continued to rain all through the evening, Katie and Leslie sat up late in the living room, wrapped in their robes, talking about anything and everything. The boys took the second bedroom and Katie would take the couch.

“Conner talks about how he missed so much time with the boys because he was working all the time. He wants to change that,” Leslie said. “We’re hoping you’re not in a big hurry. It’s been such a stressful spring for everyone—you both deserve a break.”

“My idea exactly,” Katie agreed. “I may have to get settled somewhere other than this little town for work and school for the boys, but I’m not going far. The boys need you and Conner in their lives. And I’ll stick around, but I don’t intend to live off you and Conner.”

“Just take it slow. Conner wants to teach the boys to fish, take them camping, goof around with them, just enjoy them for a change.”

“And what does he think I’m going to do while he goofs around?” Katie asked.

“Anything you want. We have a new school and before it opens for business in the fall, there’s a summer program. It’s real flexible, like a day camp—you don’t have to commit to taking the boys every day, but it would give them playmates and give you a little freedom, something you haven’t had much of since they were born.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

“Well, wait till you see the darling little cabin Conner found for you—you’ll think you’re on vacation. Act like it!”

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the morning air crisp. She and Conner loaded up the luggage she’d pulled out the night before and she followed him out of town, down a long tree-lined road, then turned onto a drive at a mailbox. And there, sitting in the clearing with the sunlight streaking through the tree branches, sat the most adorable little A-frame cabin with a wide porch. There were hanging pots full of red geraniums and white Adirondack chairs on the porch.

She slowly got out of the SUV and approached it in wonder. There were flowering shrubs all around, lush ferns, a variety of tall pines, even a few sequoias. The boys were instantly out of the car, racing around the little cabin, while Katie stood transfixed. The A-frame seemed to be contained in a spotlight of sunshine. It looked like an enchanted cabin.

“Boys!” Conner shouted. “Do not go in the woods! Stay near the house! They’re not going to listen, are they?”

“Conner,” she said on a breath. “How did you find this place?”

“It’s Jack’s—he owns the bar in town. Now listen—see these shrubs that surround the place? Lilac and hydrangea and a bunch of stuff, but you also have blackberries, which you can pick and eat when they’re ripe, according to Jack, but remember that bear also happen to like them…”

Her eyes widened. “Boys! Come here! Right now!”

“We’ll go over the bear rules,” Conner said. “You’ll also have deer from time to time, and you want to learn those rules, too, because if you have bucks in rut, you really don’t want to be involved. Does and fawns, not a big worry—they’ll probably just run off if you happen upon them, but a mating buck might take the interference personally, if you get my drift.”

“What man wouldn’t?” she muttered. “How long do you give the boys before they’re lost in the woods?”

“You’re going to have to stay on top of that. Listen, if you don’t feel comfortable out here…”