{"id":3893,"date":"2009-07-26T19:48:27","date_gmt":"2009-07-26T23:48:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3893"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:13:24","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:13:24","slug":"come-the-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3893","title":{"rendered":"Come the Morning (by Calim11)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0A yearly ride that usually brings sadness brings something else this time.\u00a0\u00a0(The choice of the main character is yours.) \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0K+ (2,745 words)<\/p>\n

\u00a9\u00a0 July 2009<\/em><\/p>\n

Feedback is appreciated<\/em><\/p>\n

Author\u2019s Note:\u00a0 I woke up early Sunday morning with this idea and some dialogue running about my head.\u00a0 So I got it on paper before I forgot any of it.\u00a0 It\u2019s taken me this long to post because we\u2019ve been suffering from the heat in Washington State and there\u2019s nothing worse than sweating in front of your computer and trying to be brilliant. So I\u2019ve had to work on this at work where it\u2019s cool.\u00a0 Hope you enjoy it.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Come the Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The early morning darkness<\/strong> worked against him as he made his way up the mountain and slow deliberate steps were needed.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t really want to disappear over the side, at least not today.\u00a0 This was a pilgrimage he intended on completing just like every year before.<\/p>\n

Rising in the dark and slowly dressing, he donned a heavy shirt and coat to stave off the late winter chill.\u00a0 He\u2019d looked back at his wife who\u2019d finally fallen into an exhausted sleep a few hours before and felt her forehead \u2013 she still had a fever, a fever that never seemed to end these last few weeks, rising and falling with the sun and the moon.\u00a0 He sighed then and kissed her softly on the cheek desperately wishing for a respite from this spell of bad luck they seemed to be going through.<\/p>\n

Then he\u2019d left the house moving silently in the dark and thinking on his children\u2019s angry voices from the night before when he\u2019d told them he was going on this trip alone followed shortly by their cook threatening to leave \u2013 again \u2013 if they didn\u2019t start eating what he prepared right then, right now.<\/p>\n

All in all it hadn\u2019t been a good evening . . . or month for that matter.\u00a0 In fact he couldn\u2019t remember when things had been good.\u00a0 Now that he thought about it, things always seemed to go haywire about now since this was never a good day \u2013 not since . . . well, not for a very long time.<\/p>\n

Glancing up he spied a bit of light in the black overhead and pushed his horse a bit faster.\u00a0 He had to be at the top before sunrise. \u00a0It had always been so, always since the first time he\u2019d ventured out into the dark after the news came.\u00a0 No one knew he\u2019d gone and he hadn\u2019t thought to tell anyone as he rode out into the night finding himself atop this mountain fighting off memories that assailed him from every direction.\u00a0 And when the first tendrils of light began to spread across the dark sky breaking up the night as if it had never been, it seemed to settle him, settle his heart that insisted upon breaking.\u00a0 As soon as the various shades of pink began fingering out he found a gentle smile upon his face, something that was hard to conjure as that day progressed, soon to fade once he left the mountain.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s what he needed this day \u2013 to smile \u2013 for he\u2019d not had much of that lately what with the drought causing what little water there was to be dirty and thick.\u00a0 Then anthrax raised its ugly head and swept through his herd only to be followed by his wife\u2019s illness.\u00a0 Sometimes he thought the world was against him, against any happiness he might\u2019ve found over the years and it irked him.\u00a0 He shook himself.\u00a0 Soon the sun would come and they would speak together as they used to when they were boys.\u00a0 It brought a bit of warmth to his soul those few moments they shared and he could remember how it used to be.<\/p>\n

A quick misstep tossed him a bit in the saddle and he pulled back on the reins, steadying himself and his horse as they continued on, a hand absently rubbing the side of the animal\u2019s neck offering as much comfort as he could provide so early in the morning, so early this morning.\u00a0 Thoughts traveled back as they always did to that horrible day when the news came and with it a shattered heart for how could someone so good be taken from this earth while someone like him was left behind.\u00a0 He\u2019d struggled with that until his wife reminded him of everything he had, everything he\u2019d done in this world.\u00a0 He\u2019d nodded to appease her even though it did nothing for him.\u00a0 But he couldn\u2019t live like that and moved on, albeit slowly, always taking the time to remind his children of what they had and what was waiting for them around the bend.\u00a0 A piece of advice he\u2019d forgotten this last month.<\/p>\n

Brought back by the sudden stop of his horse, he looked up taking in the boulder in middle of the trail and sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, old boy, it looks like I\u2019m on foot,\u201d he informed his horse as he dismounted, ground tying him within a grassy patch. \u00a0\u00a0\u201cI\u2019ll be back.\u201d\u00a0 Hugging his coat closer, he started his solitary hike.<\/p>\n

A chill ran through him the higher he got, snow impeding his way at one point but bound and determined, he moved on wondering what his father would say if he knew he was still doing this.\u00a0 Well, his father did other things to commemorate this date and he was sure his brother did something as well.\u00a0 Looking up he noted the sky turning a watery gray and picked up the pace, hoping the clouds of yesterday would be gone so he could look upon the face of the morning sun.\u00a0 It was the only thing that appeased him, silly though it may be.<\/p>\n

In record time he made the last barrier \u2013 a craggy rock blocking his way.\u00a0 Grabbing on, he hoisted himself up and over and headed for his customary spot.\u00a0 Settling down on the cold ground, he snuggled deeper into his coat and waited hoping he would come.\u00a0 He really needed him to come this time.\u00a0 And then as if the sun had just been waiting for him, its rays broke through the gloom with the power of an edged knife, shooting down to the earth to announce the coming of a new day.<\/p>\n

It looked like a slice of pie.<\/p>\n

A smirk found him then.\u00a0 That would be something his brother would liken this vision to \u2013 a pie \u2013 for the rays were obviously slices that had been removed and, as more pieces were taken away, only the empty pan would remain.\u00a0 The sky would be that empty pan once the sun reached its peak.<\/p>\n

Scanning the heavens, he watched the glorious pink streamers slowly begin to fade as they were overtaken by a light blue that worked dour thoughts from his head.\u00a0 It also brought reminders of his brother\u2019s eyes and how they raised his spirits each time he looked upon them, how much peace they gave him when nothing else would.<\/p>\n

\u201cYa know I love these kind o\u2019 mornin\u2019s.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He stiffened at the sound, his heart racing.\u00a0 He came.\u00a0 \u201cMe, too,\u201d he finally responded keeping his eyes on the sky.<\/p>\n

\u201cMakes me think on what might go right today.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cToo many times, though, it just goes wrong,\u201d came his answer, calming at the ordinary conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut not now.\u00a0 Now is perfect.\u00a0 Nothing or nobody has ruined anythin\u2019 yet.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He laughed.\u00a0 \u201cVery true.\u00a0 Unfortunately life has a tendency to interfere.\u00a0 For once I\u2019d like it to just disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, but then ya wouldn\u2019t be seein\u2019 yer kids grow or that purty wife o\u2019 yourn smilin\u2019 at ya.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe so, but sometimes I\u2019d rather sit here and not think or do anything.\u00a0 Is that wrong?\u201d he asked still not taking his eyes from the sky.<\/p>\n

\u201cNaw.\u00a0 It\u2019s called takin\u2019 time for yerself.\u00a0 Ain\u2019t nothin\u2019 wrong with that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought but then I\u2019ve not been thinking too clearly lately,\u201d he admitted.\u00a0 \u201cEverything seems to be . . . off and I can\u2019t get back on track no matter how hard I try.\u00a0 In fact it just seems to get worse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, brother, that\u2019s yer problem.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He turned then, looking to his right, tears springing to his eyes at the sight.\u00a0 It always threw him when he saw him but the sight also brought unrelenting joy for the short time it lasted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYa think too much. \u00a0Thought we talked about this last time.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He smiled then.\u00a0 \u201cI think we talk about it every time.\u00a0 But you know me.\u00a0 I can\u2019t just sit back and do nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave ya tried?\u00a0 I mean really tried?\u00a0 Might jest do ya a lotta good ta sit on yer porch and watch the world go by for a moment or two.\u00a0 No tellin\u2019 what might happen.\u00a0 Things might seem right for a change.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I should?\u201d he asked as his brother met his look and grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u00a0 Let yerself rest, brother.\u00a0 Let come what may and don\u2019t see if\u2019n I\u2019m not right.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He nodded then looked away taking in the remaining clump of clouds that still clung to the spread of blue that was darkening above them.\u00a0 Soon this time would be over, tucked away in his heart to last him another year.\u00a0 He turned back to his brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave I ever told you how much I love you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery time but that don\u2019t mean I don\u2019t like hearin\u2019 it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He laughed right along with his brother.\u00a0 \u201cCan you stay longer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWish I could but I gotta visit a couple other folks today.\u00a0 Jest remember ta send my love ta everyone and kiss your wife and hold her tight.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI will,\u201d he answered then looked away not wanting to see him leave.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd remember what we talked about.\u00a0 Sit yer butt on that porch.\u00a0 Ya\u2019ll see what I mean.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He nodded but didn\u2019t look.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t look for the empty space next to him would be too painful to see.\u00a0 Instead he concentrated on the sky and thought he saw a shape of a horse in the disappearing clouds moving slowly past as the sun blazed across him sending a sudden warmth into every part of his body.\u00a0 A grin crept onto his face and he hugged himself hoping to keep that feeling within for just a few seconds longer before it disappeared.\u00a0 But, miraculously, it stayed and he forced himself to look to his right, wondering if his brother still sat next to him.\u00a0 All he found was a rabbit staring at him.<\/p>\n

Running a hand over a stubbly face, he pushed himself up, took one last look at the rabbit then clambered over the rock and headed down the trail to his horse, thinking it odd how the darkness of this past month seemed lighter in his thoughts, in his steps.\u00a0 Mounting, they started for home and all the while he pondered on how this morning, this day \u2013 which normally left him bereft of any ounce of mirth \u2013 felt different somehow.\u00a0 The grass seemed greener, the air that passed his face seemed sweeter, the pines taller and his house . . . well, it seemed to welcome him as it hadn\u2019t in so very long.<\/p>\n

Dismounting, he flung the reins over the hitching post and looked about him for a moment, noting the stillness, the quiet, and walked over to the porch, staring at one of the chairs, head titled.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit yer butt on that porch.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Silently moving up the few steps, he snuck up on the chair and carefully sat down, hunching forward with hands clasped in front, ready if something should jump out.\u00a0 When nothing untoward happened, he eased himself back, holding onto the arms as if his life depended upon it.\u00a0 It took but a second for the sounds of incoming hoof beats to reach him and he anxiously stood and leaned against the porch railing, clutching the wood, wondering what new disaster was about to befall them.\u00a0 It was Sandy, their foreman, waving his hat like a crazy man as his horse skidded to a stop before him.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoss!\u201d he yelled.\u00a0 \u201cI got news!\u00a0 We ain\u2019t had no more anthrax crop up in two days.\u00a0 And the stream is runnin\u2019 clear again.\u00a0 It\u2019s like magic if\u2019n ya ask me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sandy smiled, beamed more like it and it seemed to spread to him as he eased his grip on the railing.<\/p>\n

He cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cDid you say the stream\u2019s clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep.\u00a0 And ya know what that means.\u00a0 It\u2019s rainin\u2019 somewheres close and I kin vouch fer that \u2018cause my bones is achin\u2019 and they ain\u2019t never been wrong.\u201d\u00a0 He plopped his hat back down.\u00a0 \u201cWell, gotta get back.\u00a0 Jest thought ya\u2019d wanna know so\u2019s maybe ya\u2019ll stop worryin\u2019 some.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before he could say anything Sandy was off and he closed his eyes, feeling a bit lightheaded.\u00a0 No more cattle would die and rain was coming.\u00a0 Now if only his wife felt better.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit yer butt on that porch.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Hearing that voice in his head, he opened his eyes and looked at the chair, running a hand across his whiskered chin.\u00a0 Deciding to tempt fate he eased himself down once again then leaned back to prop the chair against the wall.<\/p>\n

So far so good.<\/p>\n

Forcing himself to relax, he closed his eyes and let himself drift noticing the birds chirping in the new day and the horses snorting in the barn; ol\u2019 Bessy came next with a moo as the chickens scrabbled in the dirt and the pigs snuffled in their trough.\u00a0 He could\u2019ve sworn he heard the creek that ran behind the house and fancied the idea he could hear cattle a few pastures over working their way through the dew covered grass into the sun to warm themselves.\u00a0 It was a pleasant world he found himself in with no problems, no worries \u2013 no fear of what may come.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t want to leave.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo telling what might happen,\u201d he mumbled just before the sound of tiny feet moving along the porch came toward him and he tensed.\u00a0 What now?<\/p>\n

\u201cPapa,\u201d came a whispered voice close to his ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d he answered without opening his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe, ah . . . well, me and Joey . . . we\u2019re real sorry we yelled at you last night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, me and Eric,\u201d came a second small voice.<\/p>\n

His tension eased and he gave a slight nod.\u00a0 \u201cApology accepted,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n

\u201cPapa?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, did you talk to him?\u201d asked Eric.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did,\u201d came his truthful answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was really there?\u201d came from Joey, astonished at the thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cYep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

He began to smile as a silence fell and he just waited because he knew more was coming.<\/p>\n

\u201cPapa?\u201d said Eric.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019re you smilin\u2019 at?\u201d<\/p>\n

Without opening his eyes, his smile grew larger.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m smiling at everything I have.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence came again then two whispered voices caught his ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDunno.\u201d<\/p>\n

He started to laugh then and opened his eyes expecting to look at two confused little boys but, instead, found his wife standing before him.\u00a0 Shooting to his feet, he gently grabbed her arms, all traces of a smile gone.\u00a0 \u201cWhat are you doing out of bed?\u00a0 It\u2019s cold out here.\u00a0 You\u2019ve a fever . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

She pulled one of his hands from her arm and placed it on her forehead.\u00a0 \u201cMy fever broke just after you left and I haven\u2019t felt this good in a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked deeply into her green eyes trying to gauge what was going on then decided it didn\u2019t matter; nothing mattered but that she was standing before him skin cool to the touch and very much herself again.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo tellin\u2019 what might happen.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Pulling her close, he wrapped strong arms about her thanking his brother for the advice and the help.\u00a0 Soon the boys were hugging their legs and they stood that way for a good long time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, now,\u201d came a deep voice from the bottom step.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s a sight I like to see.\u00a0 Especially today.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes took in his father\u2019s smiling face and he returned the look, holding his wife closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe, too, Pa,\u201d he answered glancing toward the beautiful blue sky and tossing it a wink.\u00a0 \u201cMe, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n

Disclaimer:\u00a0All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.<\/p>\n

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