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They would sneak pots and pans from the kitchen when grandma wasn’t looking and journey down the hillside with them to the creek. They were farming for gold as they often referred to it. Looking back over her childhood, she couldn’t help but have a longing for the simpler times. Grandma was alive, mom and dad were together and all the cousins lived in the same city. She hated being forced by her mother’s hand to be at the farm this summer, but she loved the childhood memories that came with being there.

  Hearing the door open at the base of the stairwell, Jess slid off the bed. She suspected her mother was going to be calling for her.

  “Come down and visit with your grandpa,” her mother hollered up the stairs loudly. Jess came out of the room and looked down the stairs at her mom.

  “You don’t have to yell...”

  “Just come downstairs and visit, please.” Her mother left the door open and walked away. It was hot up here anyway. Jess missed a step on her way down the stairs and tumbled to the bottom.

  “Ooouuuchhh!” Jess said, grabbing onto the arm that she had braced herself with on the fall. Glancing up, she was greeted by laughter from a rude, but very attractive, brown-haired boy with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.

  Extending a hand to help her up, he said, “I’m sorry, but that was just too funny.”

  Jess pushed his hand out of her way. “I’m glad my pain can be of entertainment to you.” Pushing herself up off the steps, she stood up and looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked curiously.

  “I’m Levi. I live up the road and help Roy out with the farm. I know you’re Roy’s granddaughter, but I didn’t catch your name…?”

  “I’m Jess… I had no idea other people lived out here our age. How do you stand to live without cell phones and cable?”

  “What’s a cell phone?” Levi laughed. “I’m only kidding. You just get used to it.” Jess nodded as she proceeded past him.

  Entering into the kitchen, she grabbed for a clean glass from the dish rack and poured herself a glass of ice water. Taking a drink, she looked over to the table to see Henry, her mother and grandpa all staring at her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Don’t be rude with your tone missy,” her mom said. “But are you okay? We heard you fall down the stairs.”

  Jess’s back and arm were hurting a little from falling, but she didn’t want to let her mother get the satisfaction of nurturing her. “I’m fine, Mom.”

  “Ok. Well, your Grandfather and Henry are going to fish over on Long Lake tomorrow morning; did you want to join them?”

  Jess immediately thought of her dad. In fact, every time she heard the word fish since the split, she’d think of him. Even the stupid commercials on television that were just ads for fishing supply businesses triggered it. She and her father would go on fishing trips at least twice a month during the summer, and sometimes even more. Last year, they had entered a fishing competition on Lake Roosevelt and had won first place. They got a trophy and a cash prize. It put them that much closer to their dream of getting a real fishing boat, instead of the duct-taped-up aluminum canoe they had gotten as a hand-me-down from Roy. It barely floated.

  She was already upset that she had to be at the farm all summer; she wasn’t going to give her grandpa or mother the satisfaction of her going fishing with him. They knew she enjoyed fishing, and that’d be a win for their column. “No.” She turned to her grandpa and narrowed her look at him. “I won’t be fishing at all this summer. I’ll wait for dad to get back to do my fishing.” Taking another drink of her water, she finished it and slammed the cup down in her frustration, and then exited the kitchen, angered she’d been even asked to go fishing.

  Jess knew her grandpa most likely had some hand in her mother’s decision to walk out on her father, and it infuriated Jess. He always had a dislike for Jess’s dad. Jess thought it had to do with the day when the three of them had all gone fishing together and her grandpa never got as much as a bite on his hook. Yet her dad, in all his awesomeness, reeled in three that same day.

  On her way back to the stairs, she saw into the living room that her luggage had been brought in. Unfortunately, the rude boy was sitting on a couch near her luggage. Oh great, another encounter with prince charming. As she grabbed her bags, he lowered his newspaper and looked at her beaming with a smile.

  “Why do you insist on smiling constantly?”

  “I’m happy.”

  “I find that hard to believe. You live in the middle of nowhere and have, like, no life.” Levi kept the smile on his face and brought the paper back up to read. Jess felt like she was a bit harsh with him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just… really upset right now. Sorry.”

  “You don’t even know me or my life. You’re just a city brat and I’m just a country hick, so let’s just keep our distance from each other.”

  “You think I’m a brat?”

  “No I don’t think you are…”

  “Good…”

  “No, let me finish. I know you are a brat.” He lowered his paper and glanced at her. “The way you carried on in there with your grandpa was horrible. I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to anyone that way, let alone my own grandfather.”

  Jess shook her head with her tongue in cheek. “You know what? You’re right. Let’s keep our distance from each other.”

  Levi raised his paper back up to read, and she scowled at him. Her grandpa came into the living room and said, “Levi.”

  Setting his paper down, he stood up and walked into the kitchen with her grandpa. Her mom noticed the tension between them as she and Henry came in and sat on the opposite couch from Jess.

  “What’s that all about?”

  “Nothing, Mom. Just a country boy living in a bubble.”

  “What happened?”

  “Well… he laughed at me for falling, for starters.”

  Henry snickered.

  “Stop that,” her mom said to Henry.

  “And then… he called me a brat.”

  Her mom couldn’t help from smiling, but she covered her face in the attempts to hide it. “I’m sorry, dear… You should try to get along with him though; he’s been helping your Grandpa a lot out here.”

  Jess sighed, shaking her head. I should have just taken that offer of Tragan’s. That would have made more sense than being here. “Sure, Mom,” Jess replied, rolling her eyes. She and Tragan, her friend in Seattle, were going to room together after Jess had learned of the summer at grandpa’s idea of her mom’s. She figured she was eighteen and could do whatever she wanted; her mom couldn’t stop her. But after looking into the cost of splitting rent on a two-bedroom apartment in Seattle, she decided against it. There was no way she would be able to finish her senior year, spend time with her friends and work all at the same time, so she elected to obey her mother. Thinking back on it now, she wondered if she had made the right choice.

  Chapter 4 ~ Roy

  Standing up from the kitchen table, Roy extended his hand and shook Levi’s firmly. Every week, after writing him a check, they’d shake on it. There was no need for contracts or other paperwork miscellanies out in the back country. The people out there were trusted and relied on by their word and their handshake.

  “Be sure to tell your father hello for me.” Roy retrieved a pocket watch from his pants’ pocket and placed it in Levi’s hands. On the face, it had an etching of a train stopping to let people on, and the exterior was entirely made of gold. “I want you to have this. I picked it up from the flea market the other day, and when I saw it, I thought of you.”

  “What about it made you think of me?” Levi asked.

  “Life is kinda like a train. Sometimes it stops; sometimes it goes, but along the way it’s always on track going somewhere. When my train had stopped, you were there to hop on.”

  “I’m sorry, but that sounds quite ridiculous.”

  “Ridiculous or not, I want you to have it.”

  “I can’t take this,” Levi said rubbing the surface bef
ore trying to hand it back to Roy.

  “Please take it. I’ll be offended if you don’t. Now, don’t forget to tell your father hello for me.”

  “I will, sir. It’s always a pleasure working with you.” Heading for the side door that led out of the kitchen and into the porch, Levi turned to Roy. “You have your work cut out this summer with that girl.”

  Roy smiled. “I know.” Patting him on the back, Roy said, “That’s why I have God to help me.” Levi nodded and proceeded out into the porch, shutting the door behind him.

  Walking through the kitchen, Roy could hear his daughter and grandchildren conversing about him in the living room. Stopping, he leaned against the doorway and listened.

  Jess laughed. “He belongs in a home. You know it, I know it… we all have known it since Grandma passed. It’s just ridiculous that he’s draining his retirement paying that stupid boy.”

  She sure doesn’t like him.

  “My dad isn’t going to give up this farm, Jess, that’s just the way it is. This farm is in his blood. Without it, who knows how long he’d hold on. Meadows down the block from our house in Seattle would be perfect for him… but I don’t see it ever happening, and I don’t know if I want it to, either.”

  Roy sighed heavily as he leaned against the door frame. She’s already looked into it? As if the next minute aged him fifty years, Roy found himself exhausted. Going back into the kitchen, he took a seat at the table and glanced out the large kitchen windows that overlooked the front yard. He watched as Levi walked the sidewalk out to his truck.

  “Grandpa?” Henry said walking into the kitchen.

  “Yes?”

  “Do you miss your dad?” Henry asked, as he climbed up to a seat at the table. Reaching across the table, he snatched an apple from the bowl of fruit.

  “Every day,” Roy replied. Over the years it had gotten easier for Roy, not because he’d missed his father less, but because he’d learned to live with a hole in his life.

  “I miss my dad… a lot,” Taking a bite of his apple, Henry had a smile crawl on his face. “He should be back in town when we get back to Seattle though, so it’s not too far from now.”

  Roy rubbed Henry’s head as he ignored the comment about Brandon entirely. “Are you ready to go fishing tomorrow?” Henry nodded as he took another bite of his apple. “How big of fish are you going to catch?”

  Henry leaped up from his chair. Stretching one arm up as high as he could reach, he said, “This big!”

  “Ha,” Jess said, walking into the kitchen to the fridge. Opening the door to the fridge, she sighed heavily. Roy didn’t keep much food that the kids would enjoy around the house; he had forgotten to fetch some for their visit. That was something that Lucille had always taken care of before the grandchildren would arrive.

  “There’s soda on the porch, I know how you kids don’t enjoy lemonade much,” Roy smiled, hoping it would be good enough.

  Jess shut the fridge and opened the door leading into the porch. Leaning, she looked out and laughed. “Diet caffeine-free…”

  Henry cringed as he heard his sister. “Gross, Grandpa.”

  “I’m sorry about that. We can get some food and stuff tomorrow. Henry and I will be sure to swing by the grocery store on the way back from fishing.”

  Jess was going to leave the kitchen, but stopped and looked at her grandpa. “There’s really nothing to do out here.”

  “You could go for a walk on the hill, read, paint, and draw… Really, anything is possible out here if you put your mind to it.”

  “Cell phones and cable aren’t possible, no matter how much you put your mind to it.”

  “That’s true, but those things are just distractions. You have to embrace life out here without all that technology.”

  “Whatever,” Jess said, rolling her eyes as she walked out to the porch.

  “She stresses mom out,” Henry said, looking intently at his grandpa. “We don’t know what to do with her.”

  Laughing, Roy said, “Who’s we?”

  “Mom and I.”

  Roy furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re ten years old. You don’t need to worry about Jess. She’s not your concern. That’s your mom’s territory.” Henry nodded and got down from the table. Watching as Henry walked out of the kitchen, sadness overtook Roy. Henry was but a child, and he was attempting to fill a void that only a father could. Roy knew he had a long summer ahead of him, but more importantly, he knew God had a plan in the midst of the chaos and turmoil in those two children’s lives.

  Looking out the window at the chicken coop across the yard, Roy watched as Jess ventured over to it. It reminded him of Tiffany’s fascination with the chicken coop when she was but a child. Back years ago when she was six, she’d go out every morning before breakfast and collect all the eggs. While she didn’t have a fondness for the smells that resided in the chicken coop, she loved those chickens and hens dearly.

  “How many hens do you have now?” Tiffany asked, coming into the kitchen and leaning her head over Roy’s shoulder.

  “We have twelve,” Roy replied with a smile, watching Jess open the door and go in.

  Tiffany took a seat at the table and Roy turned to her. “She’s not as lost as you think she is, Winnie.”

  “You don’t know how difficult it is…” Tiffany said, putting her hands to her forehead as she rested her elbows on the table. “She doesn’t listen to anything I say, Dad, and she hates everyone and everything except her father and her friends.”

  Roy placed a hand on Tiffany’s and brought it away from her face. “She’s just a teenager. You were there once.”

  “Nothing like this, Dad.”

  “I’m sure it’s different, but it’s still the same. Children go through phases in life and she’s going through one right now. You add in the fact that--”

  “I know,” Tiffany interrupted.

  Roy stood up from the table and kissed his daughter’s forehead. “I love you, Winnie, and your children are going to be okay. Just trust that God is doing a work here.”

  Chapter 5 ~ Jess

  Plugging her nose, Jess took one look around the chicken coop and almost vomited. Straw and feces littered the creaky wood-planked floors. Turning she pushed the chicken coop door open and almost fell out trying to move quickly.

  “Disgusting!” she shouted, tip-toeing out of the coop.

  Looking across the yard, she could see her grandpa through the farmhouse kitchen windows. He was waving at her with a big silly grin on his face. She turned away and looked across the field just beyond the coop that held the herd of her grandfather’s cattle. The field sat at the base of the hill. Glancing up the hill, she saw the big rocks sitting on top.

  Jess and her cousin Reese would trek up the hill and sit on a particular rock, and look down across the vast and open valley. Years ago, their grandmother would pack them lunches and juice boxes to take on their journey up there. They never made it beyond the rocks before stopping to eat their lunches, and one of those rocks was where they would sit and eat every time they went. She and Reese stashed a lunch box with a few baseball cards, a couple of colorful rocks and one Pog slammer. Every summer they’d go and find the same rock and the lunch box. It was like finding treasure every time. I wonder if it’s still there. She thought as she kept her eyes on the rocks.

  Walking back over to the farmhouse, she went into the kitchen where her grandfather and mother were sitting.

  “Can I borrow the car, Mom?”

  Her mom looked at her phone’s time and shook her head. “I need to get back on the road shortly. I am stopping in Spokane for a meal with an old friend.”

  “Cool mom, thanks again for abandoning us just like you did Dad…” and under her breath she said, “I hate you.” Jess began to leave the kitchen.

  “Just a minute there, girl! That’s not respectful of your mother. If you could be a bit nicer you might be able to take my work truck,” Roy said.

  Jess stopped, frozen in her tracks
. It was a pivotal moment for her. She had to decide whether or not to accept the offer from her grandpa. On one hand, she knew that she needed a vehicle if she was going anywhere this summer, and that meant using her grandpa’s truck. On the other hand, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of helping her. She didn’t want him thinking that his involvement in her mom and dad’s split was okay or justified. She was torn.

  “Really?” Jess asked. She couldn’t come up with anything else to spit out.

  “Yep.”

  “Ok…” Jess said walking back into the kitchen. She decided to take the generous offer, but she wasn’t going to be happy about it. Her eyes searched the counters for a set of keys. “Where are the keys?”

  “How about an apology? To your mother?” Roy asked.

  Jess’s jaw clenched and she could feel her blood begin to boil as she tried to keep herself from screaming. Turning slowly to her mother, she smiled forcefully. “I’m sorry, Mother.”

  “And what about me being kind enough to use the truck?”

  Jess’s teeth ground a bit while she tried to keep the smile. Without opening her mouth, and through her teeth, she said, “Thank you… Where are the keys?”

  “Right there,” Roy said pointing to the counter. There was a stack of mail, a screw driver and some magazines.

  “I’m not seeing them.”

  “The screw driver,” Roy said with a laugh.

  “Ohhh….” Jess forced another smile. “I see.”

  “You don’t have to drive it if you don’t want to. I’m just offering it. It ain’t a beauty by no means.”

  “No, I understand… I want to drive it.” Jess grabbed the screw driver and darted out of the kitchen. Leaving the farmhouse, she walked quickly along the path out towards the garage when her grandpa opened the window from the kitchen.

  “The truck is alongside of the barn,” Roy hollered.

  “Thanks!” Jess shouted over her shoulder. Ugh… I didn’t have to thank him again.

  Coming to the barn, Jess found that the barn doors were opened and she ventured in for a moment. Looking up at the rafters, she was filled with a familiar feeling that had been lost in her childhood. Back then she had such little care for life and the problems of the real world, like high school. Glancing over to the upper loft of the barn, she saw hay bales and recalled building forts with her cousins. They’d stack bales that reached almost to the ceiling of the barn.