By Alaskastory
As Curtiss drove his yellow pickup away, Danielle felt a tinge of guilt for not discouraging him more. She wondered why she didn't go into a fight and twist away from that surprise kiss. But no, she had felt a wave of gratitude and chose to be gentle. All these weeks she had liked having him for a friend.
Turning toward the impressive home, she saw Stewart standing on the steps, well within an easy view of her tangle with Curtiss. Danielle swallowed down an urge to laugh, thinking he must consider her tied up with a boyfriend. A smile swept over her.
"You look happy. Anxious to begin our flight?"
"My happy sight is seeing so many flowers in full blossom." Danielle points to the surrounding forest where an open area held colorful wild rose bushes. "They are all around here."
His face lightened up with widened eyes and a slight grin. "Care for a walk around the grounds here?"
"I'd love to if we have time."
"Night doesn't come in June. Plenty of time to fly out later."
"Great, I'll snap a few pictures." Danielle dropped her handbag and jacket on a wood-carved chair on the large veranda. Her camera dangled on a strap around her neck.
They walked a path that circled to the back of the house. She snapped pictures of bright-colored tulips mingling with daisies, marigolds, dahlias and many other full blossoms. Then she turned with a breathless surprise.
"Are those dog houses I see down there?"
"I have thirty-eight malemutes for you to meet. They missed winning a national championship last March by six minutes."
"Each big dog has a house?"
"One of his own."
Barking filled the air as they reached the kennel. Danielle focused lens on energetic dogs with long fluffy tails, dark eyes were groomed with natural masks, and ears pointed up with attention.
"They make a beautiful picture." As she edged close in, a small puppy jumped against her. Her hands vanish from the camera to quickly caress a fuzzy-faced pup.
From the work shed a man dressed in overalls hustled out. Danielle handed him the puppy.
"Sorry ma'am, I'll take care of him."
"Good job, Sammy. The dogs couldn't look better," Stewart said.
"Do these dogs really get hooked to a sled? I thought rides in snow-machines is what everyone does here in winter."
"At fifty below a dog sled doesn't need gas for a rescue trip." He turned his gaze toward a large expanse of mowed grass. "Since you are an animal lover, let's go over to the stable. Got a few horses there."
The lawn held a scattering of chokecherry trees. Danielle raised her arms up to them. "Wonderful how those white blossoms flutter through the air like snow. Do you smell that sweet fragrance?"
Stewart's back straightened as he took a sniff. "You're right. Don't think I've been likely to noticed that."
Four well-groomed horses were in a fenced corral. Danielle brushed her hand along the velvet nose of the pinto mare."Riding was my most favorite when I was a kid."
"Well then, why walk when we can ride?" He turned to a middle-aged Athabaskan man. "Peter, would you saddle the pinto for Miss LeRoy?"
"Sure will, Boss. Mare don't get workouts she needs without Starla. She's not riding no more." The tone in his voice seemed to scold the man-in-charge for neglecting to solve a problem.
"We'll make it up to the mare today." Stewart patiently nodded at Peter then began saddling a large stallion for himself.
Peter helped Danielle mount the mare. "Thank you, Peter," she chimed excitedly. "This is a fine horse." Nodding, his weathered face filled with a grin.
"You're on a horse with discriminating taste, but I think she likes you, Miss LeRoy." Stewart hesitantly turned his view toward a lengthy garden plot filled with vegetables. Pointing to a greenhouse at the far end of the plot, he explained he began growing plants in the spring months.
"People tell me vegetables grow fast and in extreme sizes in Alaska. Is that true?"
"Big cabbage and carrots make us famous. More famous are peonies which are often grown commercially." His words made her see a difference in him. She had considered his main thoughts were only on the oil industry.
"Mr. Bryant, I see farming, dog racing, and horses hold big interest for you"
His brow raised and he gave a mild chuckle. "Let's head down through the meadow."
The horses went into a trot then the pace increased to a gallop. Stewart was ahead and came to a stop down by a riverbank. He reined in the stallion and waited at the water's edge for Danielle to catch up. Openly he stared at her slim figure bouncing in the saddle and her bright hair sweep wildly in the wind.
"Whoa," she called. Pulling to a halt, her free hand stroked through her hair then tugged on a clinging blouse.
Stewart dismounted and caught the reins of her horse.
Danielle slipped down from the saddle. "Hold both horses for a moment. I want a picture."
She scampered up the bank and took focus. The first snap was of the horses, but the second dwelled only on Stewart. Holding on the reins he was idly watching her.
"Okay, now let me get one of you." He let the horses wonder to the water and took the camera from her.
"I don't need one of myself. Besides, I'm a mess." She knew she was squinting in the sun, hair tangled, and there was no trace of lipstick by now.
"Ah, hold it. That's perfect." He snapped two more. ""Could you possibly to email these shots to me right away?"
"I can manage that when I get back home." Impulsively, she raised her head to see a clear blue sky. "Our flight will be perfect today."
Galloping horses got them back to the stable in minutes where Peter took charge of the mare and Stewart began caring for the stallion. Danielle hurried to the home wondering if this time she would meet the lady of the house, like a Mrs. Bryant. As she picked up her purse and jacket, Starla appeared. She greeted Danielle with a frown.
"Hello, Starla. Will you please show me a bathroom I may use?"
"You can use the best one. It's in the bedroom I plan to have one day soon." She whisked down a hall, pulled open a heavy door.
"This room is astonishingly beautiful." Danielle gazed at a king sized bed and soft colored carpet that shone in sunrays from a full glass wall overlooking the estate.
"Ex-wife got it done like this. Bathroom right there." Starla's fingers fluttered to her right then she swished out the door, letting it shut with a bang.
Danielle blinked, feeling left with a stern message. Young, pregnant Starla had plans to become Stewart Bryant's next wife. His life, no doubt, was headed for change. A totally different impression swept in as she went to fly away with him.
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch |
By Alaskastory
CHAPTER 1
After six weeks away from home, Danielle LeRoy felt proud of herself. She had just completed an assignment of her dreams. She had worked at Kansas Environmental Projects Company for three years following her graduation from college in Kansas City.
Wearing high heels, Danielle hurriedly climbed stairs on a hillside at the University of Alaska. A summer breeze blew her blondish hair and whisked over her colorful short skirt. At the top of the long set of stairs she stopped, clinging onto folders stuffed with paper. She took a breath and looked out in the scenery. A scarcely filled parking lot laid below, grounds were speckled with pink wild rosebuds, and beyond green hillsides lay the city of Fairbanks.
As she approached tall buildings her heels clacked on concrete sidewalks. She jittered at her noise and was glad very few summer students were in sight. At a building's big double doors, she tugged on one. It did not open. Forcefully tugging again caused folders under her arms to tumble down.
"Having trouble?" A deep, masculine voice fluttered over her.
Gasping, Danielle whirled around and stared into blue-grey eyes in a handsome sun-soaked face. The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. He leaned pass her and pressed open the other side door.
"Oh, I guess this side was latched." Being annoyed at herself, she turned away, bent down and quickly picked up the folders. "Thanks for your help."
"On your way to a class?" He holds the door open for her to enter.
"No, I'm not taking classes. I'm here to see Dr. Burns."
"A coincidence. He is a good friend. Thought I would greet him before going on to another meeting. All that paperwork you're carrying is for him?"
"In a way it is. My company in Kansas City sent me up here to have Dr. Burns help me complete a study." She lifted her head, feeling proud again. They began walking done the hall.
"Mind if I ask what kind of work?"
"An environmental impact statement on..."
"Don't tell me you're one of those preservationists who thinks Alaska should be locked up and become one big national park." Fire came into his eyes.
"Not exactly, but I certainly do believe in trying to save such things as whales from extinction." Danielle firmly drew in a breath.
"How's that? Force Eskimos to eat only what the government might provide?" His lowered voice seemed intent to humor her. A gaze lingered over her slim body.
"One day I plan to study all about whales and native cultures. But my current study is on off-shore oil drilling in the Arctic Ocean."
Danielle waved into an office window where an older man stood up from his desk and came to the door saying, "Miss LeRoy and Stewart. I see you are friends."
"Not quite, Dr. Burns."
"Not formally, John." He shook hands with Dr. Burn then turned to Danielle. Dancing grey eyes made his interest in her no secret. "I'm Stewart Bryant."
"This lady is Danielle LeRoy."
Stewart grabbed her hand, shaking it warmly for an extending length of time.
"I had expected her to arrive today with Wilbur Hoke and Allen Jacobs." Dr. Burns said from behind his desk.
"They both flew on board my Cessna a couple days ago from the Susitna area."
"I had a message from them before they flew back to Kansas City," Danielle said as she set her folders on Burns' desk and sat in a nearby chair. "What worries me is that they were not in the Susitna area long enough to answer some of the questions on the dam project."
Stewart sat down next to her. "I was planning to take my Cessna out near Susitna this weekend. Miss LeRoy, want to fly that area with me?"
"Great idea, Stewart. She could get a good idea there and great pictures. She also has talent with photography."
"I'd love to see the area." Danielle picked up one of her folders in an attempt to cover her excitement.
Stewart handed her a card. "Come by my place anytime tomorrow or give me a call."
"I will, Mr. Bryant." She turned to Dr. Burn. "Curtiss Hicks should be with us soon.
Stewart looked at his wristwatch and stood up. "It's time I get to another meeting. John, I wanted to remind you and Laura of the dinner party at my place next week."
"Parties at the ranch are special, Stewart. We'll be there."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Danielle LeRoy." He left wearing a smile that mysteriously gave a quiver down her back to her toes.
She gave him a stiff nod feeling a flushing pink face. Thinking there was no reason for that, she quickly reached for a folder and shrugged off having met a handsome stranger. Nothing mattered more in her life then this project. Plus, she promised to make a decision about her relationship with another handsome man, Kevin Harbeson. He is her boyfriend.
All thoughts faded when Dr. Burns began looking at her paperwork. He was making flattering comments when Curtiss Hicks entered the office.
"Make any dramatic discoveries?" Curtiss had an eastern, definitely New York, accent. During her short stay, he had helped with research and became a good friend. Socially in Fairbanks, he took her under his wing to meet others and see a few sights.
"Nothing new, Curtiss, but there are real concerns. Technology simply does not exist for cleaning up an oil spill in water like that. That water churns with huge hunks of ice and at such a velocity...." Danielle threw up her arms despairingly and got up to pace the room.
"You got that right." Fingers on a slightly bearded chin made Curtiss look thoughtful. He was of medium height and build, mid-twenties like herself. He wore glasses and had reddish-brown frizzy hair and beard the same color.
"Besides, in the case of a well blowout, the most expert workforce available would be required. Realistically, I can't imagine that kind of talent sitting around there waiting for the worst to happen."
"Young Lady, you have a feel for this off-shore oil exploration problem." Seriousness covered Dr. Burns' face. "You have made an astute observation."
| Author Notes |
Danielle is advancing in her career but feels her personal life may need changes.
Special thanks for art from Renote-Bertodi. |
By Alaskastory
It was about six o'clock as Danielle drove Curtiss to a service station where his old yellow pickup was being worked on. They continued to talk about her presentation to Dr. Burns.
"I've never heard Dr. Burns pay anyone a better compliment than he did you, I've been working with him for a year now and others say I am good, but not the Professor. You sure have won him over, Danielle."
She smiled. "It was an interesting day. Someone was there before you arrived. Do you know Stewart Bryant?"
Curtiss focused on his pretty driver's profile. "Don't know him, but in the four years I've been here, sure heard plenty about him."
"I met him today. Seems like a nice man."
"Take a right at the next light and we'll go by Bryant Coal Company. He's made millions by raping of the land. Striped away mountains for the sake of dollars."
Danielle pictured Stewart Bryant sitting triumphantly atop a mammoth bulldozer with sharp blade slamming into earth. A knight armed to destroy.
"There it is." Disgust filling his voice and lean face was no surprise to her. Frequently she had shared discussions of environmental issues with him and the group he introduced her to.
A sign plainly announced, "Bryant Coal Company". They were near the train depot. Before them a train engine had attached a long line of metal connex boxes. They were all loaded with coal taken from mines.
"They say there's a three-hundred years supply that will come from mines via this railroad." Curtiss shook his head, then pointed down the street. "Texaco station is right up there."
A waving hand greeted them. Giving service at a gas pump was Ron, a friend of Curtiss. He had a degree in engineering and had applied a job with a water-sewer treatment company. Other friends who made Danielle feel welcome were Dixie and Rhonda who were in summer college classes; Gabe who coached a children's soccer team before his first-year teaching; and Ivar, an accountant studying for a CPA exam. Together with them she had gone canoeing down the Chena River, to local theater productions, and to Gold Miner baseball team games.
Ron leaned down at the car window. "Coming with us tonight, Danielle? It's showtime featuring The Shooting of Dan McGrew."
"You bet. Robert Service poetry is the best ever. See you both later." She left them standing by the yellow pickup and drove away toward the Traveler's Inn.
Her hotel room was on a high floor. Wandering around in the room she gazed out the window. Far away mountains were topped with white splashes of snow, still frozen this first day of June. Below her, traffic moved slow. She gazed at hanging flower boxes on buildings blossoming in amazingly bright colors.
Taking a deep breath, she concluded every day in her six weeks in Alaska had been productive, carefree, content. So why did this day feel different? She knew it was not for getting her job completely done, nor because she had to fly home Monday? The only unusual thing was meeting Stewart Bryant. That man made her feel like a teenager being winked at by a football all-star.
Instantly, her thoughts switched to Kevin Harbeson, her boyfriend. A man who should dominate her thoughts every day.
Danielle stretched out on the bed's pile of multicolored pillows. She reached for her wallet and pulled out a picture of Kevin showing a handsome man with a broad smile. He was confident, lively at parties, always making it a point to recognize people. That is, the right people. She knew he would not accept Curtiss or anyone in his group of friends. She realized they could not be important enough for Kevin. Ron was Mexican, Dixie was an Athabaskan and the others were not from wealthy well-known families.
"How can I think such things about Kevin." She sat up and grabbed her cellphone. She was certain of his good qualities. He was ambitious, hardworking, had a good sense of humor. There was no denying he was good looking, had marvelous taste in clothes, was respected and admired by the people he knew. She had felt lucky when he fell in love with her.
She pressed his number in Kansas City and the ring began. His time was 9:30, three hours later than here.
"Hey Babe, about time you returned my calls." The warm reception she expected was not there.
"Oh, yes. But, with time difference, it seemed too late to......"
"Hey, you been working till midnight? Last few I called by your time pass nine. I'd like to know what's been going on up there in the dark."
"It is not getting dark at night here, Kevin. I called to tell you I fly out Monday night. I'll see you Tuesday night and tell you about everything then. Okay?" She had forgotten how parental he could be with demanding to know her every move.
"Fine, Danielle. By the way, I broke the news to your roommate. I told her you were moving in with me soon as you get back."
"Kevin! You told Ginger that?"
"I got all ready. Made room in my closet. Even bought new pillows."
Anger swept over her. He was so demanding and used to always getting his way. "You know I only said I would think about it."
"Come on, Babe. You've been standing off too long. You know I'm ready for more than kisses with you. You know you're crazy about me. This way you'll have me all you want. Your twenty-four-hour stud."
"Kevin!"
"Just joking. But I'm serious about you moving in. What the hell, we'll probably be married in a year or so. Could make it official. An engagement if you want."
"I wish you wouldn't have said that to Ginger."
"Is that your answer? Danielle, I think you missed something here. Didn't I just propose?"
"I guess you did, sort of. Like I said before, I'll think about it. But right now, I've got to run. I'm going out with some friends."
"Really, out where?"
"To the Malemute Saloon. It's at a little gold rush town with sawdust on the floor, burlap on the ceiling, a honky-tonk piano, and a show with Robert Service poetry."
"Doesn't sound civilized. What are you wearing?"
"Jeans." She tried not to laugh. "Kevin, I don't think you would enjoy it."
"You poor gal. I suppose that's all there is to do up there."
"Not exactly. In only a couple of days I tell you all about it."
"Okay, I'll let you go. Love me much?"
Danielle hesitated. "Sure, see you soon."
She hung up with a sigh of relief. With no need to think more about Kevin, she hurried into a shower.
The night proved great fun in the restored saloon where a beer-drinking crowd was boisterous, the skits corny, but poetry was done to perfection. They had a group picture taken in old-time costumes at a tourist shop. She, with Rhonda and Dixie, posed in can-can dresses and dawned their hair in veils or feathered hats. On Danielle's outstretched leg, Ron reached for a garter and Curtiss peered mischievously at her cleavage. Together they lifted glasses on high.
Next morning, Danielle felt sentimental as she annualized the silly picture. Picking up her cellphone, she called her company in Kansas City. Talking with Mr. Wright, she gave him a brief report on her progress with her oil drilling project.
"I'm looking forward to reading all your material, Danielle. I might have you look into that dam project too. Right now, I'm disappointed in the pictures taken by Wilbur Hoke had on it.
"Really, I have a chance to fly over the Susitna area this weekend. It is with a friend of Dr. Burns. His name is Stewart Bryant."
"I know you are good at photography. Could you snap a few pictures for us?"
"Besides my cell, I got my camera with me. I'll do my best, Mr. Wright."
"I have confidence in you, Danielle. Look forward to seeing you later this week."
After the call, she felt intrigued, even excited about this new assignment. She grabbed her tote bag and left to meet Dixie and Rhonda at the University pool for a swim together.
Rhonda was tall, a strong athlete with short blond hair. Dixie was a petite, brown-skinned Athabaskan with a happy glow. After exercise, they hurriedly showered and blew their hair dry. Walking out of the building, they shared comments about the show the night before.
Dixie's expression enlightened. "Curtiss is driving you to the Bryant ranch today?"
"Yes, nice offer. I can turn the rented car in today."
"Ron's working so he can't go with you two. I heard Curtiss say he would have you to himself for a whole day."
"Oh, Dixie, he was just joking." Danielle looked into deep brown eyes that seemed worried.
Rhonda nudged with an elbow. "Come on, Dixie, we better get off to class. Best wishes on your flight home, Danielle."
| Author Notes |
With a new assignment Danielle anticipates adventure and she begins to look at her boyfriend, Kevin, in a different way.
A thank you to Susan FM.T. for sharing your picture. |
By Alaskastory
The drive and picnic planned with Curtiss was not a casual episode. In fact, it became a strain. His words coming only minutes after leaving city limits shocked her. Being alone with him may be a mistake.
"I want you to know, Danielle, these past weeks have meant a great deal to me." Sunshine highlighted red steaks in his hair and darkened the lens of his glasses. "Not just at work but getting to know you."
She forced a slight laugh. "We've had some fun times with your close friends."
It had been her utmost to keep their relationship on a mere friendly basis. Others in the group were always around, but now they were alone. She switched attention to a fox running across the road. Then spotting an eagle atop a tree, she managed to debate if possibly it was one of the many oversized black ravens instead. When he parked the truck at an ideal spectator spot, she became uneasy for picnicking alone with Curtiss.
They were atop a hill overlooking a valley and a winding river. More than a hundred miles away blue mountains circled their world. The beauty they shared did not seem to suppress his romantic mood. Her glance showed his sunglasses were reflecting only her image.
She set their bagged sandwiches on a large, flat rock nestled against the white trunk of a tall birch tree. One car, then a truck whizzed by. Other sounds were the chattering of a squirrel and his voice. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever known."
"Not really, Curtiss. Rhonda and Dixie are both as sweet and pretty as can be. And, if I'm not guessing wrong, Dixie admires you more than a trifle." She stretched a hand toward to the scenery. "Look, a most beautiful view, isn't it?"
"Extremely." A dreamlike voice forced Danielle to turn and see dark glasses still pointing at her.
Uneasily she wondered what it would be like to be kissed by a bearded man. Quickly she opened a bag of chips.
"These are well spiced potato chips. Have some." Handing them to him, he grasped hold of her fingers.
"I know you probably have a boyfriend back home in Kansas."
Danielle nodded.
"Is he begging you to marry him?"
"I'm sorry if I've encouraged you to understand differently."
"It's not just your way with me." A mellow tone faded to grouchy. "The other guys played for you at one time or another."
Her eyes widened. That had not crossed her mind and now she wondered at her own naivete. Tension fell over the day and she was not inclined to linger with Curtiss who may sweep her into his arms. The picnic came to an early end.
They arrived at the Stewart Bryant Ranch an hour ahead of schedule. The entering road was gravel and wound down into a canyon where horses roamed at pasture. Pink roses blossomed and purple wild iris bloomed delicately in grassed open space. Green spruce grew tall and sturdy, interspersed with white-barked birch and cottonwoods. A mountainside was at the back of the grounds and a rushing river at the foot.
Danielle fell in love with the grounds and was impressed at an immense house in natural surroundings. It appeared in sturdy logs stylishly trimmed in rockwork.
"Look at that." Curtiss sounded back to life after the tense picnic. "That building makes me want to be rich."
"It is impressive."
Steps before they reached the door it was opened by an obviously pregnant young woman. She was a black haired, brown skinned beauty who eyed them suspiciously. Danielle had learned Indians of the area were Athabaskans and were noted for beadwork. This girl wore intricately beaded ornaments in long, shimmering hair.
"What do you want him for? He don't work on Saturdays."
"I called yesterday for an appointment. His secretary arranged it for two o'clock today. I know I'm here a little early. I'm Danielle LeRoy. Are you Mrs. Bryant?"
"My name is Starla Frost." Looking away from Danielle she gave Curtiss a smile.
"This is Curtiss Hicks." He offered a handshake and she nicely accepted.
"Is Mr. Bryant in?" The girl's suspicion toward her seemed a puzzle.
"He is riding. He took the blue mare down to the second meadow. Should be back soon. Come and wait in here."
Starla lead them into a living room, then left.
The large room's ceiling was covered in full, round logs. Walls were smoothly painted and covered in special art paintings. Danielle admired the artwork, furnishings for both boldness and a tender side. All spoke of love for Alaska.
Curtiss tilted his head, focusing on the massive fireplace in stones towering to the high ceiling. "What this room needs, is a big caribou mounted with a wide rack."
Danielle frowned at him. "It is perfect like it is. I surely wouldn't ever want to share a room with the glassy stare of some poor dead animal."
"My sentiment exactly." A deep voice came in from behind them. Sunlight from an oversized window reflected on a western-style shirt that pressed on an overly warm, muscular chest. Life seemed to come into the room. Stewart Bryant held out a hand.
"Danielle LeRoy, it's good to see you again."
She introduced Curtiss, saying how they had worked together on the Beaufort Sea study. Assuming she owed him details about Curtiss made her uncomfortable. "He was kind to give me a ride here."
"Oh, then you're not involved in the Susitna dam sight inspection?"
"He's not. In a call with Mr. Wright at my company I learned he is anxious for me to take photos in the dam area. You mentioned possibly going there today. But if that doesn't work, can we arrange a flight to the site next week sometime?"
"Got a camera with you today?" His expression made her think of a childhood cousin who was clever at maneuvering games to his advantage. A slight grin tugged to one side of Stewart's lips.
She nodded. "Yes, my bag is in the pickup."
"You don't mind driving back without her, do you?"
"Well, not really." Curtiss sounded unsure of himself and this willful man.
All three of them stood there. Stewart did not offer any form of hospitality. It was as if he expected Curtiss to make a next move. And he did.
"Probably best if I start back right away. Don't want to miss the first inning of the Gold Panner game."
"Good of you to bring Miss LeRoy here." Steward lead the way to the front door.
"I can come back tomorrow for you, Danielle." Curtiss looked hopeful.
"No need. I'll fly her directly to town."
Danielle brushed pass him thinking his remark was perhaps suggestive. Or was her imagination tending to run rampant on him? Being infinitely aware his presence carried the scents of shaving cream, wooded forest, and a horse. His movement had power, yet he had a grace in his manner. Charm, intrigue, and slight fright.
She accompanied Curtiss to his pickup where he fumbled opening the door like a man not sure what had hit him. Danielle bent to the floor to retrieve her handbag, camera and jacket. Silky strands of loose hair partly covered her vision. As she rose awkwardly, Curtiss's arm twisted around her.
His eyes were glazed with passion as their bodies crashed together. Gentle lips met hers. It was a sweet, tender kiss. Curtiss, she knew, was a good, kind and truly fine person.
Releasing her, he mumbled, "I'll call before you leave Monday night."
"Fine". She wondered if his call was to make sure she returned to town.
| Author Notes |
Danielle LeRoy, main character
Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman |
By Alaskastory
It was her who kept Stewart from ending the kiss. Wanting it to go on and on, she pressed her hand on his head. But then, he pulled away.
"Danielle." A controlled huskiness was in his voice.
She opened her eyes and blinked as if warding off a dream. Shockingly she saw sunlight on her sprawling body that was up against Stewart. With anger she proclaimed, "I am not a teenager." She sprang upright in the plane seat. "And you are not my boyfriend."
He grinned at her bright red face. "Don't apologize. You just reacted to that bear. Kind of makes me tempted to go pour honey all over this plane."
"Oh you, you!" With a gasp, she furiously fastened her seat belt. "Let's get going."
He chuckled, then began pressing buttons on the main board. The airplane engine roared, warmed up, then they rolled over bumpy ground and into the air.
Hours passed. In the noise of engine, Danielle was silently wrapped up in strange feelings. All her thoughts dwelled on this one day. It had started with a working friend, Curtiss, who surprised her with a kiss before leaving her at the ranch to begin a business flight. Then came a wondrous afternoon as Stewart Bryant showed her his flowerful yard and handsome sled-dogs, then rode horses together. All that before their planned flight for her professional photography. When he saved her life from a vicious bear, she clung to him and forced a kiss on him. Not an ordinary kiss. It felt unlike any other she had ever known. A springing feeling covered over her. In only one day, a big, bewildering puzzle had happened.
Out of defense, she kept her eyes away from Stewart's handsome face. He attempted some conversation with her by projecting loudly over the hum of the plane. "Got any plan to coming back? Want to see more of Alaska?"
"Yes, someday. I'd like to get north where that eight-hundred-mile oil pipeline runs across the state."
"All the way down to Valdez, a seaside town surrounded by mountains. Hard for a camera to find greater pictures." His expression was casual, but somehow made her think he was withholding closer thoughts.
She resisted adding historic issues of pipeline damage. Not wanting to create an argument with someone who seemed completely in charge, she merely nodded.
When lights from town sparkled beneath them and clouds were sprayed in sunset colors, the time on the panel screen read 10:45. It was evening, yet without a darkened sky. Stewart guided the plane smoothly down into the far side of the Fairbanks airport.
"Here we are, Danielle. My company car is here so I'll drive you to the Inn."
"You're not going back to the ranch tonight?" She kept her eyes off of him.
"Staying in town. Got a stop to make tomorrow."
A worker motioned him to taxi the plane into an open hangar. Once parked, Stewart took time to talk with the maintenance man.
Danielle lingered in her seat, slowly picking up her camera case and slipped back into her jacket. When Stewart started toward her, she took a deep breath and went out the airplane door.
He greeted her and pointed to the backside of the hangar building. As they walked, she pulled her cell phone from her purse. On the flight she had not attempted to get online. Just as Stewart opened a door on a pickup marked Bryant Coal Co., her finger clicked on a phone message.
Out came Kevin's high pitch voice. "Babe, we got a big dinner Saturday night. It's important. Best you get a new, fancy dress. Love you....."
Danielle clicked the message off.
"So that's your boyfriend." Stewart turned, looking down into her green eyes.
Staring at him, she hesitated, then began an uncontrolled laugh. "I don't know what made me say that stupid word earlier. Boyfriend, I actually said that. Didn't I?"
He shared her laugh. "You sure did. You blame that bear?"
"Of course." She turned from him and hopped into his pickup.
As they drove through town, a relaxed feeling replaced her earlier unrest. On the flight back, Stewart had seemed slightly tense too. Behind the wheel he calmly drove, then parked at the hotel's front door.
"Miss Danielle LeRoy, this day with you has been my pleasure. In more ways than one." His voice was soft and there was a brightness in his eyes.
"Thank you for showing me the ranch and for the flight. I'm sure I got many perfect photos." She stepped out, then hesitated, attempting to force her usual business response. "I'll send you a few copies."
"Good, you made this a most memorable day."
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch |
By Alaskastory
The sound of a jangling keys made Ginger open their apartment door.
"You're home so early Dani, it's just ten. Your hair is a mess. Did something happen between you and Kevin?"
Danielle brushed past her and let her body collapse on the sofa. A smile swept across her face as she uttered slurred words. "This is the last time he will ever drive me home, or anywhere. We broke up. No more dating Kevin, but I did tell him his next date should be with a gal named Charlotte. Oh, she's crazy about him."
"Like most of the women he knows, but I never thought you two would break up. His idea or yours?"
"Mine! I'm through with men. From now on only work will be for me. Nothing more."
Ginger rushed to the refrigerator. "Let's drink to that. All we've got is a slight shot of wine, but I'm guessing you've had plenty tonight."
"Fancy vineyard wine cleared my view of Kevin. Helped me see what really matters to him is himself. Himself alone. It made me see he has no interest in what I want or who I really am. He never even asks me about my family."
They clinked lightly filled glasses together.
"Someday you'll find a true love and you will know it is real. It will wash all over you."
"Oh Ginger, that is the way you and Tom are. I'm sure you two will never part." Danielle wrapped her in a tight hug.
In the next few days, relaxed feelings came over Danielle. She no longer received calls from Kevin and she certainly did not miss him. Her attention dwelled on work, and also on her family.
She had not seen her parents and sister for months. Since the next weekend was her sister Colette's thirteenth birthday, she gave her a call and promised to drive home to Witchita that Saturday.
Danielle was greeted with hugs when she arrived. For lunch her mother provided delicious soup and sandwiches. Then they spent hours at the table lingering over Danielle's stories and pictures of her trip in Alaska. The last subject she shared was her day with Stewart Bryant.
The first photos of him were grabbed by young Colette. "Wow, he looks super on that stallion, Dani. Big guy like that flying you in a cool plane. What a hunk!"
Her mother frowned. "Colette, such talk."
Danielle laughed with eyes on her teenage sister. "Colie, I've been away too long. You are full of surprises."
Her dad picked up the picture of Stewart's plane. "That plane looks like a Cirrus. Why, it is a fancy one, best I've ever seen. That pilot must be good, or I might say wealthy. Right?"
"He owns and runs a business named Bryant Coal Company. Piloting his plane is a hobby." After humoring her dad, she gave details of the flight and hillside landing. Her hand slightly trembled when she held up a picture of cub bears. She told of the mother-bear's attack and how Stewart forced her to run to the plane.
Colette jumped up and squealed. "He's a hero. Saved your life from a vicious bear!"
"Excellent thinking by that man," her dad said.
Her mother's arms went around Danielle. "Such a frightening experience, Dear." She held up her daughter's chin. Their meeting eyes conveyed unsure feelings not yet admitted. Her daughter seemed uneasy about the end of a more-than-adventurous flight. "I'm going to send that young man a thank-you card. Maybe I'll send some homemade fudge for him and his family to enjoy."
"Mom, he's single."
"Wow. Let me see that picture of him again," Colette exclaimed. "Tell me how romantic it was out there in the wilderness."
Danielle abruptly reached into her bag and handed Colette a gift. "Colie, happy thirteen! It's celebrating time for you."
The doorbell rang and the birthday party began.
Early the next day, Danielle drove back to Kansas City. Her concentration centered on research reports relating to the construction of a dam. In the next few weeks, she found details overwhelming. The company seemed to vary in viewpoints they expected her to present. It wanted her to work out both advantages and disadvantages in building a seven-hundred-foot dam in the middle of nowhere.
The report she worked on contained aspect to both sides. Without feeling it was complete or effective, she finally turned it in to the company president, Harwood Wright. A couple days later, he called her into his office. "I just received a call from a professor you know, Dr. John Burns."
Danielle's face lit up. "He called from the University of Alaska? Dr. Burns mentioned me?"
"Apparently you let him know about our interest in the Susitna River project. He said if our company is evaluating that construction, you should consider attending an impressive meeting. Next week, the University will host a discussion about the dam by scientists and technicians. It will be directly presented to Alaska state legislators and the governor."
Stunned, Danielle stared at her boss.
"Well, what do you think? Other than the photos you took, the work you did there in June was not about the dam. But you've been working on it for about a month and a half since then. I think you would be the best one to go up there next week. Will you?"
"Yes."
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch |
By Alaskastory
Returning to her desk, Danielle's first task was to book on to a flight north. She then made a call to her family. Before she could mention the trip, her mother took over in excited words.
"I just got a note from your pilot friend who saved your life from that bear. Stewart wrote a sweet note saying he loved the fudge I sent him. He said it was delicious. What made them good was some of the black walnuts Emily Brown always gives me."
"Did his note say anything else?"
"Oh, his note is in clear handwriting, every word readable. Not scribbled, like your father does. And he mentioned you too, Dani."
"Mom, what did he say about me?"
"Well, hold your phone, I'll go get the card and read that line."
Danielle waited impatiently, thinking it was foolish of her to intensely want to know every word he had written.
"I found it. Dani, are you still there on the phone?"
"Yes, just read it, Mom."
"Okay, it says, 'Tell your lovely daughter I think of her often'. That's what it says. Isn't that nice?"
"It....it is." Danielle's eyes closed. A quiver washed through her.
"Hello, you still there, Dani?"
Danielle took in a breath and cleared her voice. "Yes, Mom." She went into giving details about her next week's flight to Fairbanks.
"So soon? Well, it's good you will see that young man and can tell him I appreciate receiving his thank-you card."
"I'm unlikely to see him. All my business will be at the University. I'll be there only three days."
"Dani, you owe that man more gratitude for saving your life. Be sure to see him. Let him know how thankful you are and your family too."
After offering agreement, Danielle exited the phone.
That evening, Ginger broached the same subject. "Your mother seems to be saying flattering words about Stewart Bryant. She tends to look right through you, thinking you love talking about that man."
A look in Ginger's bright brown eyes made Danielle smile. "Are you and Mom prompting me to start dating again? Romance is a thing of my past. I quit that nearly two months ago. I'm done."
Ginger removed two pecan pies from the oven.
"Wait, on second thought, you better not go after that commercial coal man. You better stick to conservationists."
"Well, there is another reason why Stewart is out of my reach. A single, young pretty gal, who is very pregnant, lives in his ranch house. Her mother is his longtime housekeeper."
"Wow, hard to believe you didn't tell me about that until now. Will he marry her?"
Danielle shrugged, then plunged a knife into one of the pies. "Starla told me she plans to take over the most luxurious bedroom I have ever seen."
"Hmm." Looking puzzled, Ginger turned away. "I'll get ice cream to go with our pie. Don't slice mine as big as yours."
"I wish you could get away from the bakery and fly up there with me. But I know you and Tom are working at your fantastic plan to start a gourmet food truck."
Ginger's attention fell into the details of her ambitious project. Danielle listened with moments of envy over how confident her dear friend was in both her career and love life.
In the next few days, Danielle tried to work on both sides of the dam project, attempting to clarify both the benefit of electrical power and its threat to wildlife. By the time she headed to the airport, she was filled with doubt about what she would say to legislators. For the first time in her career, she did not feel confident or worthy of her job. Yet she was required to make a presentation to state leaders in Alaska.
Danielle's flight began in the middle of the night and landed in Fairbanks late in the afternoon. She had received an email from one of her friends at the University, Rhonda, who would meet her. Walking down a ramp at the airport, she spotted the tall, athletic gal with a broad smile.
"Never expected to ever see you again, Danielle." Rhonda greeted with a hug, then grabbed the suitcase and carried it out to her car. "You are looking as classy as you were."
"Ha, you know how to please me, and you are so full energy, Rhonda. Tell me about Dixie, Gabe, Ron, and Curtiss. Are you all still having good times together?"
"Oh yeah, but Dixie and Curtiss like getting off by themselves. Getting to be serious."
"That is really good news." Relief flooded over Danielle's thoughts of an effort by Curtiss to capture her.
The drive ended beside the hotel entrance. "Dixie would have come with me tonight to meet you, but she rushed off to the hospital. Her cousin, Starla, is about to have a baby."
"Oh, oh. Really?" Danielle stumbled awkwardly out the car door.
"Hey, you're pretty tired. A long flight. I'll take your bags in if you want."
"No, I'm fine. I'll call tomorrow. Let's get a lunch together on Saturday or Sunday. Thanks for meeting me, Rhonda." She pulled her suitcase to the hotel door.
At the registration desk, Danielle's first question to the hotel clerk was, "Do you know what the visiting hours are at the hospital?"
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman |
By Alaskastory
Danielle entered her colorfully designed room, dropped her bags, then immediately dialed a number the clerk gave her.
A friendly hospital receptionist answered. "Yes, Starla Frost is here. Doing so well she may leave first thing tomorrow."
Envisioning a young and beautiful Alaska native girl holding her new-born baby, Danielle longed to see the color of its eyes. A soft, blue grey stare from Stewart Bryant swept over her. Annoyed at such thoughts, she shook her head and hurried from the room.
From the hotel lobby she entered a nice gift shop that featured native Athabaskan artwork. Immediately she selected a pair of booties handmade from rabbit skin, trimmed in fur, and artfully embroidered. While paying for the gift, her cellphone rang.
Her boss, Harwood Wright, greeted her. "Wanted to let you know I gave your phone number to State Senator Vern Hughes. He and his wife, Alice, are from Juneau and are staying at the same hotel as you. Be good to meet him before your meetings."
Danielle agreed to discuss issues with the Senator. After her goodbye, another ring came.
"Oh yes, Senator Hughes, Mr. Wright told me I might hear from you."
"Alice and I are right here in the dining room. Please join us."
"Yes, I'll be right there." Danielle sighed, took in a deep breath and walked down the hall. The restaurant host escorted her to the Senator's table.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Leroy." He introduced his attractive wife, who was of Alaska native decent, then he plunged into the issues about the Dam. "I want you to know we are highly opposed to building that seven-hundred-foot dam. It poses harmful impacts on five species of salmon, caribou migration routes, tourism and fish-based businesses."
"Yes, I'm sure a forty-two-mile reservoir could degrade sensitive salmon spawning." Danielle's comment propelled the senator's wife to respond.
Alice's dark brown eyes gleamed. "Such a dam would make changes to the deep forests, open tundra, and villages that live off the river."
Danielle immediately encouraged them both to give her specific statements on how people living near the area feel about the dam construction. Their discussion and meal lasted over two hours.
Alice noticed the tiredness in Danielle's eyes. "You were on a long flight. Right? I'm sure you need to rest Miss LeRoy."
"Kansas City time was shortly after midnight when I left. I'm glad you encouraged me to have dinner with you and put an end to the day." They arose from the table and walked smiling to the elevator.
"See you tomorrow afternoon at one-o'clock for that meeting," the Senator said as they stepped from the elevator.
In the hallway, Danielle looked at the gift bag she carried. Her mind filled with doubt making her wonder why she so anxiously bought a gift for the baby of someone she barely knew. Every feeling washing over her seemed unnatural and possibly foolish. Wanting to see Starla was startling and it was scary to feel confidence in her job fading away. Her mind waivered about tomorrow meetings with Alaska legislators, and perhaps the governor, on issues involving the dam project.
Wearily she heaved a sigh and looked about in her room. This was a fine hotel but different than the one where she stayed in June. At her bedroom window she saw the Chena River with street bridges decorated with overhanging flags. A park held plush flowers and an amazing statue of pioneers was in view. An early evening cloud shaded the sky. All was a comforting scene for a tired and bewildered woman who found her way to bed.
Sunlight poured through the window at an early hour. Danielle hurriedly showered, dressed in jeans, a light shirt, and twisted her long hair into a band. A sidewalk trail along the river made the day come to life. The impressive park appeared to be made from the energy of people living in town. Springing before her was care-given art, flowers, statues. Her walk was energetic. It renewed strength that she needed.
Minutes before the one o'clock-meeting, Danielle appeared at the University in a dark burgundy-colored pantsuit and a lighter red high-heels. She had her blond hair twisted and pinned up in a loose chignon professional way. Approaching the building, she smiled remembering how Stewart Bryant had laughed at her first attempt to open the door. That was where she first met him. Then only a few days later she was at his elaborate ranch where together they toured the grounds, rode horses and flew in his plane. He was alive in her thoughts when she entered the building.
"Miss Danelle LeRoy, what a pleasure it is to see you." Dr. Burns waved from his desk beside an open office door.
"You can't be very surprised, Dr. Burns, since you were the one who contacted my company and suggested I come." Entering his office, Danielle sat comfortably beside his desk.
"I did, and as your one-time professor here, I'm confident you will make significant points about construction and the aftermath of a dam on the Susitna River."
"My company wants me to point out both sides of the project. I'm having trouble with that."
"Well, I know you have done extensive research. You are especially excellent at exposing all details on projects."
"Thank you, Dr. Burns. But I doubt I can give a truly significant presentation this time."
A deep, masculine voice swept into the room. "Here's my tip. Keep quiet until you hear what the governor's staff has to say."
Dr. Burns stood up and reached out for a handshake. "Stewart, you're here early. I'm sure you remember Miss LeRoy."
"I very well remember this impressive lady, named Dani." He grabbed her hand and gave it a light kiss.
"My mother wrote you my nickname?" Danielle's brightly wide eyes stared at a handsome face washed in amusement.
"You know her mother?" Dr. Burns looked startled.
Danielle chimed in with irritation filling her voice. "My mother sent him some of her special fudge. She wanted to thank Stewart Bryant for rescuing me from an incident with a bear."
Dr. Burns smiled. "Oh, I see, Stewart, there was more than one reason you suggested I contact her company."
Sharp high heels banged on the floor as she jumped up facing Stewart with a startled stare. "You thought I should come here and get embedded with support to construct that dam?"
"No, not exactly." Stewart hesitated. His unconscious gaze swept over her reddish suit and golden hair. "But I do suggest you just listen today. Hold off speaking until the next meeting."
Danielle frowned.
An excited Dr. Burns spoke up. "That way, your opposition knowledge may be more effective."
Stunned, her stare swept over both a conservation professor and an industrial coal miner.
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. H.T. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman |
By Alaskastory
Stewart Bryant stood beside Danielle as she peered at a broad grin spread across his arousing, loosely shaven face. "Stewart, are you trying to tell me a dam to produce electricity is not a desirable asset to the coal industry?"
Dr. Burns, who remained comfortably seated at his desk, answered. "That is far from the reason. There is more to this man than his coal company."
"Thank you for the compliment." Stewart cheerfully bowed his head.
Dr. Burns put a finger on a noted calendar. "I can't make it to the meeting until later. You two better get going."
"Yeah, it's time we get over to the auditorium." Stewart gently held Danielle's arm, escorting her admired yet slightly stunned body out the office door.
"Alright, I'll keep quiet in there today." She was astonished to think he could agree with her favorite Natural Resources professor, who certainly thought the dam would harmfully impact the environment. Yet, Stewart's suggestion for her to delay an input was definitely good for her. Another day might help build up her confidence.
"So, you think I'm right? Better to listen than speak?"
Her heels elevated her almost shoulder-high, plainly enough to see amusement glisten in his eyes. "Actually, I do need another day before I'm ready to speak."
They entered into a lobby near the auditorium. It was crowded with obviously divided groups, some larger than others. In one small group Danielle spotted the state senator who she dined with yesterday.
"Senator Hughes. Good to see you." Danielle reached out a hand to sake.
"Miss LeRoy, I see you are acquainted with Stewart Bryant." The Senator gave a slight frown, appearing he did not favor her friend.
Stewart gave him a handshake. "Vern, glad you made it all the way from Nome."
"Alice and I now live in Juneau." Senator Hughes gave a nod toward the auditorium and turned away joining the crowd at the entrance.
With a firm hand rested on Danielle's back, Stewart escorted her to a central row where he chose to sit in an aisle seat. They stood as other people moved into the row. Nearly every one of them greeted Stewart as an acquaintance and nodded at Danielle as if she was his date.
An announcer appeared on the stage. The meeting, although sparsely attended, began. Anyone wishing to present reports on building the Susitna Dam was invited to take a seat on the stage. Five speakers took the seats.
The first speaker was announced as an assistant in the Governor's office. From her research, Danielle was aware of all the facts mentioned about long-term electrical power to a large district. Another speaker detailed the construction cost to be possibly six billion dollars. Someone else spoke about the high numbers of jobs for laborers and claimed the tourism industry would profit from attraction to a 42-mile-long reservoir.
The next was a state senator who had a dry monotone voice and repeatedly made the same statements as the last speakers. Danielle's thoughts began to wonder.
Stewart suddenly rose to catch someone passing the aisle. Her eyes lingered over the back his head. She was amused at how often imagining him made her wonder if his hair was black or dark brown. In the dim auditorium, thick black hair was trimmed gently on his neck. A possible delight to touch.
"Your date's got a smile. Them speakers entertaining her?" said an elder man, dressed in overalls and a plaid work shirt. His loud voice had others all around looking their way.
"Rocky, we are leaving right now. I'll let you meet her later, okay?" Stewart pulled on Danielle's arm, hustling her into the aisle.
"Okay, Stewart. I'll take your seat." The elder swept past and settled in.
Out in the lobby Danielle brought them to a stop. "Who is that man? Longtime friend?"
"Yes. He's a pioneer Alaskan who has been pushing hard over 40 years to get that dam built."
"He feels the need for electrical power in that area?"
"Not as much as building up jobs. Gold mining and building the oil pipeline did that. His attention is on labor."
"So far, those speakers have not given me any information I did not already have. It is tiresome to hear repetition."
"Well then, Miss Dani, let me take you to the State Fair. It happens every August. Want to go?"
"Why not? I'll get back to this tomorrow."
Since they both had cars at the University, they met again at the fairgrounds which was only two miles away. Their walk took them first to displays of horses, sheep, goats, pigs and rabbits. At farm products on show, Danielle saw unusually large zucchini and a 60-pound cabbage. They looked at baked goods, needlework, and art where Danielle bought unique Alaska designed mugs for Ginger and Tom.
Atop the Ferris Wheel, Stewart made her laugh at amusing childhood tales he had at fairs there every year. Next, at an outdoor sing-along showroom, Danielle raised her voice, but Stewart resisted, then tugged her away when it ended. They stopped at Stewart's favorite Greek food stand and ordered Souvalki to share at a picnic table.
"You have such good memories here. Your parents were mighty nice. I'm so sorry their lives were lost so soon."
He hesitated as his soft eyes dwelled over her. "Both your parents, sister and close friends all call you Dani?"
She nodded.
"It fits. You are very special, Dani."
A warmth, not related to sunshine, swept over her and gave her face a rosy glow.
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. H.T. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch |
By Alaskastory
A smile and a blissful gaze filled Danielle face as she drove from the fairgrounds to the hotel. In her room she joyfully dialed for Ginger.
"You call to tell how impressive your speech was today?"
"I didn't speak to anyone today except Stewart."
"Good. You let that industrial guy know building a dam in the wilderness is no good. Right?"
"No, I didn't. But he did steal my attention. All my thought is on him." Danielle blinked and ran restless fingers through her hair as if a realization had hit her. "How come my every thought is about Stewart? No man, not even Kevin, who I almost married, ever completely melted me like that."
"Oh, so it sounds like the handsome pilot who rescued you from bears is taking you over!"
"That's not all of it either. I've learned Starla has given birth to a baby."
"Ah, you told me she is a young gal who is after Stewart and his fancy home. That bother you?"
"I suppose, Ginger, but it shouldn't. He's so, so distracting. I had a fascinating day with that man yesterday."
"Yet, you got big doubt on him. You don't know if he's the baby's dad. That's got you in a whirl."
Danielle groaned. "I'm not going to let it."
"That's the spirit, Dani. When it comes to resisting men, you are stronger at it than anyone I ever knew."
"Thanks, Ginger. Tomorrow I will stay clear of him."
After a restless night, Danielle chose to wear milder clothes than yesterday's red outfit. A pale green jacket and pants covered over a flowery shirt gave her a more relaxed appearance. The meeting began at nine o'clock and she efficiently signed up as one of the speakers.
As Danielle seated herself on the stage, she saw Stewart arrive. He raised a hand to her and chose a seat near the front row. Bright lights beaming onto the stage put faces of the audience out of focus. She felt relieved to not see his stare on her. That aided her to dwell on the words planned for her speech. Since she was the last speaker scheduled, she listened for hours. Every speech was long.
When her introduction to the crowd came, Danielle jumped up feeling natural strength was with her. Immediately, her confident voice poured out words against the building of the dam. She spoke of the massive structure being taller than Hoover Dam that serves a million people, while few Alaskans live in the area that could use a new dam's electrical power. Holding up two fingers showed how thousands of people thrived on fishing and the tourist industry. Then she began listing in detail the tragic impact the dam would have on the lives of salmon, moose, caribou, bears and the environment.
It was a short speech. When ended, the long session aroused the audience to begin leaving seats. The Chairman closed the meeting and suggested all join socially in the lobby for refreshments.
As Danielle reached the theater door, State Senator Vern Hughes rushed up to her.
"Congratulations Miss LeRoy. You were very impressive."
"Thank you, Senator Hughes. I knew I mentioned many of the aspects you shared with me at that dinner."
"What you have to say and your remarkable research on all the issues makes your service urgent. Is there any chance you could work here? I know of an open position needing you?"
She was aware the company would not approve her speech. As a matter of fact, her job may be lost. Mr. Wright had instructed her to present the advantages of constructing the dam as well as mentioning the environmental problems that may result. That definitely was not what she did.
"I very much appreciate your suggestion." Danielle's eyes lit up and a laugh rang out. "I wouldn't mind a move to Alaska."
"Well then, please do apply. I'll give you the number to call." The Senator reached into a pocket and pulled out a small notepad. He handed her an envelope that was beside it. "Mr. Bryant left early and asked me to give you this."
Danielle's hand stiffened as he held the envelope and waited for the Senator to scribble out information. As he handed it to her, other legislators and news reporters began to surround her. Questions came steadily that she impressively managed to answer. It was over an hour before she walked away to her car.
Staring at the blank envelope, she wondered if she should toss it out. But that thought brought guilt as she realized Stewart was a man who had never done her any harm. Inside the car, she said, "Why not open it?"
She did and read it to herself aloud. "Sorry, had to miss your speech. Went shopping to get a party ready for Wedding tomorrow. It's at my place, 1:00 PM. The lovely bride is Starla Frost, who just had a baby girl. Please be sure to come, Dani."
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, new man in her life Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. H.T. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch |
By Alaskastory
"Hello, Mom. Glad you called." Danielle had somehow reached her hotel room after driving from the University with whirling images of Stewart reeling through her mind.
"Dani, you know what I want to hear from you. Tell me you thanked Stewart Bryant for saving you from that mama bear."
"Well, no. Not again. You did when you sent him a card and your fudge. I did thank him in June when that happened. Remember? I told you I was in his plane, right next to him, and...." Danielle stopped an uncontrolled chatter, mystified by her floundering mind.
"Well Dear, now that you are back in Alaska in August, be sure to tell that handsome man, your mother loved hearing from him. You will see him before you fly back here, won't you."
"Of course." Taking a deep breath, she sounded determined. "I'm attending a wedding at his place tomorrow."
"Oh, someone you know getting married?"
"Yes, it's a young bride with a newborn baby girl. I bought her a pair of fur booties." She gazed at the gift bag laying on her dresser.
"Exciting. Promise to take professional pictures of her."
"That is something I can do. A good reason to go to the wedding. Photographs of the baby. A good idea."
"Dani, are you nervous? You sound so..."
"I'm fine, Mom. Thanks for calling."
A buzz began on her cell phone again. "Rhonda, you promised a call when you got me at the airport. What's up?"
"Want to hear Ivar sing tonight? His group is jamming out at the Fox Grill. Meeting with Gabe and Ron out there."
"Nothing I want more."
"Good. Oh, neither Curtiss nor Dixie can go. They're helping set up a wedding tomorrow. I'll come pick you up."
"Where is this place?"
"It's fifteen miles out. Bring your camera for photos of the pipeline if you want."
Danielle quickly changed from her business-like slack outfit to Levi's, bright blue tee shirt and a casual vest. As she brushed her blond hair into a straight fall, she thought of the many fun times she had shared with these friends. Together they had been boating, seeing shows, hiked and picnicked. She got to the parking lot as Rhonda drove up.
Driving north of town gave Danielle distractions she sought. Rhonda pulled off at a hilltop so a photo of the city below could be snapped. Next stop was in front of an oil pipeline that extended from the north coast for eight-hundred miles south to the seaport of Valdez. At Fox, a very small community, they parked in front of the Grill.
With Gabe and Ron, they had dinner. Together they cheered Ivar as he played guitar with the band and was their lead singer. Each shared what they planned for jobs or classes at the University this Fall. But Danielle fell short of telling her plans.
"I haven't decided. But one thing is likely. It's not going to be the same." She ignored offering details. Instead, she lifted her glass to them. A brewery there produced a beer that Danielle developed a great taste for. Each refill brought her more laughter.
As the hours passed, they repeatedly danced to the music. Finally in a melody that reminisced Ron's life in Mexico, he whirled her until she was dizzy.
Rhonda grabbed her arm. "Never saw you so carried away, Danielle. I better get you back to town."
Without a reply, Danielle accepted their assistance to the car where she snuggled onto the back seat. Rhonda drove to the hotel and managed to wake her up enough to get her to the room. Danielle flooded her with words of gratitude before collapsing in bed.
The party night had led to a long and greatly needed sleep.
In late morning, Danielle lounged in a prolonged bath to hopefully clear fog from her mind. After hair drying, she steamed in waves and then she clipped in a red barrette to match her high-heels and casual handbag for the camera. Since she had few choices to wear, she slipped into the only dress. It was pale pink with white roses loosely covering the bustline and short skirt revealing her slim, tan legs.
Checking the time on the note from Stewart, she guessed to get there right before the wedding began. On the highway, Danielle thought of how her first drive there two months ago had oddly changed her life. It began with rejection of affection from Curtiss, an attraction to Stewart, then refusing Kevin's command to marry.
Scenery along the road sparked wonderment she remembered. She looked down on a river, at massive mountains looming over valleys, at wildflowers and thick forests. She noticed yellow leaves had begun showing an early Fall.
Entering Stewart's ranch, she had to park in a long line of cars. A crowd was definitely there for the wedding. Danielle took a deep breath then walked before an open front door. A nicely dressed native woman with black grey-streaked hair greeted her.
"Are you Dani?" A broad grin spread across her older face. "I know you are. Stewart told me all about you. I'm Mary Frost, mother of the bride."
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, rancher, pilot, coal miner Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. H.T. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch Mary Frost: native maid & cook |
By Alaskastory
Danielle stiffened as she gazed over the warm, vibrant face of Starla's mother. "Stewart told me how he relies on you. Loves your cooking and keeping up the house."
"He's a wonderful man. Treats us like we are part of his family. Now, you come this way for a seat. The wedding is about to begin." Mary grabbed hold of her hand.
She led the way through the living room where wide sliding doors opened onto a veranda laced in flowers. About half a hundred guests were seated. Mary left her at a back-row seat then turned and rushed away, carrying the wedding programs. Danielle thought to reach after her for a program, but her attention caught on an amazingly handsome man.
Stewart was wearing dark slacks and white shirt with a blue tie, not formal attire suitable for a groom. But then, no man in the room wore a tuxedo or anything overly fancy. The whole atmosphere was casual. He moved among guests with a radiated grin. Mary Frost stopped him to be escorted to a chair up front. Then he walked out of Danielle's sight.
Standing beside a high arch veiled in greenery and flowers were three gentlemen on one side and three ladies on the other. One of the bridesmaids gave Danielle her first smile. It was Dixie. As music started playing, she smiled again to see Curtiss operating the sound equipment. The wedding began.
All stood. The bride entered holding onto Stewart's arm. A realization began to melt through Danielle. Slowly, she grasped the sight of a much younger man who stood at the altar nervously waiting for the bride to be presented. Obviously, he was the groom!
Danielle barely noticed as the ceremony progressed. Her mind was hauntedly ablaze with how she had spent so many weeks thinking Stewart was the father of Starla's baby. It was nothing he ever said to make her believe it. No. Just one comment from Starla. Her mind had repeated it over and over again. Starla had greeted her with a stubbornly jealous attitude and confessed the main bedroom would soon be hers.
A feeling of guilt made Danielle feel nervous and unsure of herself. She managed to pull out her camera. The ceremony went on in a traditional way and came to an end with applause throughout the crowd. She took pictures of a few scenes and then, in the living room, she made her way to Starla who was sitting beside her new husband. He held the baby girl.
Starla reached out a hand with long fingernails brightly polished. "Hello, Danielle LeRoy. Meet my husband, Joe Gwichin Henry. He was my boyfriend ever since we were in fifth grade."
"I'd married her sooner if she wasn't stuck on a rich dude, just wishing to live in a mansion. I took off and was fishing on the coast for months."
Starla squeezed hard on Danielle's hand with her beautiful brown eyes widened in doubt. "I apologize for making you think Stewart was this little sweetie's dad. It took me time to know I really only want him as an Uncle. Nothing more."
Joe softly kissed his bride's cheek. "When I got back, she wouldn't let me go. Now, we got married."
"Congratulations. You are a perfect couple." Danielle felt like she shouted. With her hand freed, she pulled a gift from her bag and handed it to them.
Starla tore the wrap off and held up a pair of fur booties. "Mukluks, perfect and so beautiful." She jumped up and threw her arms around Danielle.
The hug broke as the bride's mother, Mary, came rushing up. It appeared she was courted by Peter, who Danielle remembered as an important worker on the ranch. Other guests mingled beside them. All voices dwelled on the artwork and stitching skill shown on the baby's mukluks.
Danielle snapped pictures then eased away from the crowd. Stewart obviously was involved in another group. She managed to spend time with her friends Dixie and Curtiss. Together, they reminded each other of the good times they shared last Spring and discussed plans for the coming winter. These two friends made it very clear they were strongly in love.
When Stewart walked up, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Welcome, Dani. Glad you made it here, pretty dress and heels almost matching your rose-colored cheeks."
His sudden appearance had enhanced her full blush. "I'm just here because my mother forced me to see you again."
"What?"
"Thinks I need to thank you again."
"Ah, all about the bears." He threw his head back with a laugh. "If you hadn't come, I'd have to go out hunting you down."
"What, why that?"
"I have something to tell you." His arm went around her to escort her away from the crowd and out on the terrace. "When I told Starla you might come today, she insisted on making a confession. Says she made you think I'm likely to be her groom."
Danielle froze. Staring blankly at him, she opened her mouth to speak, but only a mumble came out. "We..., no I mean she..., that is..., Starla, just minutes ago, mentioned that. She gave me an apology."
"Hmm, did you think that?"
"Well, sometimes. I admit you were in my thoughts, even at odd times when I was far away in Kansas. Often I remembered our last night together in June when the sun was shining on you at midnight."
"Well, we're getting a bit of darkness now. Maybe at midnight the aurora will light up the sky."
"Fantastic. I'll stay up all night to see northern lights."
"After you left, Dani, thoughts of you crept back to me. Mostly I kept thinking how you reacted when the bear clawed a window on my plane. You turned right on me. Best kiss a man could ever have."
"Oh." A red beam washed back over Danielle. Inhaling a deep breath, she turned away from him. She faced the view of the river surrounded by brush, endless forest, and the flow of mountains with snow white peaks. Pointing at bushes rimming the lawn she asked, "Are those berry bushes?"
"Wild blueberries. Mary's been picking and makes jam. Cranberries come ripe next. They're ready to pick as this month ends. Dani, will you stick around and come picking with me?"
"I'd like that. You know what? I have decided to apply for a job in Alaska."
"Best news I ever heard."
Stewart's arms circled her body and his lips tenderly came upon hers, gradually melting into deep passion.
END
| Author Notes |
Character List:
Danielle LeRoy, main character Stewart Bryant, rancher, pilot, coal miner Dr. Burns, college professor Curtiss Hicks, friend at work Social Friends: Ron,Gabe,Ivar,Rhonda,Dixie Mr. H.T. Wright, company owner Kevin Harbeson, boyfriend in Kansas Ginger Kellar, housemate in Kansas Starla Frost, young pregnant woman Peter: worker on ranch Mary Frost: native maid & cook Joe Gwichin-Henry: boyfriend |
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