"The Promise of Love"
by Rachel A.
Candy picked up the final two bags of salt by the door. He thumped them into the wagon along with the rest of the salt and ranch supplies.
"Well, Mr. Evans, I guess that does it. How much do I owe you?" He followed the merchant into his establishment and prepared to make the payment.
"Exactly $300.00, Candy," Mr. Evans announced, marking the last figure in his ledger. As he spoke, the man standing just to Candy's left moved closer.
"Candy?" he questioned. "Are you by any chance the Candy who works for Ben Cartwright?"
Candy smiled cheerfully. "That's me!" he replied. "Do I know you?"
The man shook his head. "Not yet. I'm Patrick Graham. My family and I bought the old Nathan Clay ranch northeast of the Ponderosa." He gripped Candy's hand in a firm handshake.
"Sure, I know where that is," Candy replied. "It borders the Ponderosa."
Mr. Graham nodded. "We moved here from
Candy grinned. "Yeah, most of the rime. He always has something for me to do. But I know he'll give me time off to help you. I'll ask him about it tonight."
"Thanks, Candy," the man smiled in relief. "Let me know if you can."
Candy nodded, and touched his hat. "Sure will, Mr. Graham. Thanks, Mr. Evans." Turning with ease, he left the store and started on his way to the Ponderosa.
Mr. Graham watched him go. "He seems like a fine young man," he mused thoughtfully.
Mr. Evans looked up. "Candy? Sure, you won't find one any nicer. He's just like another Cartwright to most of us around here. You can count on him."
* * * * * * * * *
Supper was almost over when Candy broached the subject with Ben.
"Mr. Cartwright, this afternoon in
Ben looked up. "I've met him," he replied. "Can't say that I really know him."
"Well," Candy continued, picking up his coffee cup, "He asked me to help him learn a few things about ranching. Said he doesn't know too much about it yet. I told him I'd talk to you."
Ben raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Would you like to work for him, Candy?"
Candy took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. He nodded. "I think I'd like to, Mr. Cartwright. At least I could help him get his ranch going. I don't know what he has there, but I'd like to give it a try."
"Alright, Candy," Ben replied. "And good luck. Graham will certainly be getting his money's worth with you helping him." He smiled fondly at his foreman.
"Thanks, Mr. Cartwright," Candy's smile lit up his face. "I'll notify him tomorrow, and plan to start on Monday."
Candy left the house whistling and checked on the stock. He had just finished
when Joe returned from his date with a young lady in
"Yeah, I've met the Grahams. They've got one daughter---a really pretty young lady. She's got beautiful, long auburn hair and the prettiest green eyes you've ever seen. Did you meet her, too?"
Candy shook his head. "No, just her father. She sounds nice."
Joe nodded. "She is. But be on guard---she's very reserved and sheltered like. I found out right away I wasn't exactly 'her type'."
Candy considered Joe's words for a moment before replying. "I'm going to work for her father. I probably won't even see her at all so I guess I don't have anything to worry about. "
"You would if you saw her," Joe said, his eyes taking on a large, dreamy appearance.
Candy shook his head. That was Joe---the hopeless romantic. "Tell me, Joe. How was your evening with Annabelle?"
"Lovely," Joe replied. "Just lovely." The two men walked towards the house in silence, each lost in his own thoughts.
* * * * * * * * *
Monday morning Candy arrived at the Graham ranch. He surveyed the buildings and the few stock with a critical, experienced eye . His first thought was "Where will we start?" It seemed everything needed attention. He dismounted and striding to the front door, knocked sharply.
The door opened, and Candy found himself looking down into the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. Her slender face was framed by rich auburn hair swept up with a pair of deep green combs, perfectly matching her dress. She did not smile but her expression was pleasant as she looked up at him quizzically. "Yes?" she asked. Candy finally found his voice and belatedly removed his hat.
"Good mornin', Ma'am," he said softly. "I'm Candy Canaday. Your father asked me help him around the ranch for a few days."
She nodded. "Yes, he told us." Candy detected a faint Irish brogue. "Please---come in. I'll tell Father you're here."
Her long skirts made a gentle swishing sound as she turned and left the room. Candy took a deep breath. Not even Joe's description of her from the other evening had prepared him for this. He wondered what her name was and knew instinctively that he would like to see her again.
Mr. Graham entered the room, a pleased smile on his face. "Mornin', Candy!" he greeted him. "I appreciate your getting here so early. Let's go outside and take inventory of the ranch. I'd be interested in your honest opinion."
They started in the barn and stable areas, and Candy did his best to appear focused and attentive though he was anything but. He kept seeing a pair of green eyes and hearing her sweet, gentle voice. "Snap out of it, Candy," he scolded himself. "You're here for one thing, and one thing only." He made a mental assessment pf the ranch.
The fences were falling down, the barn doors hung lopsided, the corral needed several repairs, and the watering troughs wouldn't hold water. Candy put his hands on his hips and faced his new employer. "Well, Mr. Graham, It does need a lot of work, but I've seen worse. Since it's fall already, we'd better get the fences fixed first and do the barn doors next. How much stock do you have?"
"Just a couple dozen so far," Mr. Graham admitted. "They don't look very good. I had someone else buy them for me and that's what he brought."
Candy looked them over. Mr. Graham had definitely gotten a bad deal on them, but they'd do for now. The bunkhouse door creaked open, and a stocky built cowboy emerged. He caught sight of Candy and stopped. Mr. Graham introduced the two---
"Candy, this is Chuck Walters. Chuck, Candy Canaday."
The two eyed each other warily. "We've met, before," Candy said evenly. Chuck nodded, his brow darkening.
Mr. Graham watched them. "Now men, I expect you to conduct yourselves with decency and respect towards each other. Any quarrel you have stays off my property. Understood?"
Candy nodded. "Yes sir," he replied. Walters agreed.
"Good. Candy, you'll be bunking there as well. Go ahead and throw your bedroll on a bunk and we'll get started on this fence near the house."
Several hours later, Candy straightened and massaged his lower back. The fences at the Ponderosa generally needed maintenance not complete replacement. He surveyed the work they'd gotten done. Nodding with satisfaction, he moved toward the water pump for a cool drink. Walters laid his hammer down and joined him.
"Hey, Candy," he said in a low voice. "Have you met Graham's daughter?"
Candy nodded, taking a drink of water.
"She's really somethin', ain't she?"
Candy set the cup down and looked him squarely in the eye. "I don't feel like discussing her," 'with you,' he added silently.
"Why not?" Walters taunted. "She turn you down?"
Candy lifted his chin. "Nope," he replied firmly.
Walters grinned and glanced toward the house. "I'm gonna get a date with her somehow. Her daddy don't scare me none."
Candy grabbed his shirt. "You leave Miss Graham alone," he ordered, his
blue eyes flashing fire. "She's not like the dance hall girls in
Walters nodded. "No, I know she ain't," he said, his voice taking on a new tone. Candy didn't like it. "She's a 'good girl', but even a good girl has imperfections."
"I'm warning you, Walters," Candy grated. "If you touch her----." the threat hung in the air.
"Keep yer shirt on," Walters sneered, wrenching free. "You don't own her." He stalked away and picked up his hammer again.
Candy turned sharply on his heel and went back to his end of the fence. He'd be watching Chuck Walters--- very closely.
Inside the house, Karyn Graham, the object of their discussion sat in front of a mirror in her room, deep in thought. The new hand, Candy, was certainly different---so polite and quiet mannered. Handsome, too. The color rose in her cheeks and she covered them with her hands. Rising to her feet, she stepped over to the window and pulled the curtain aside a bit. She glimpsed him carefully positioning a fence post and tamping the dirt around it. He looked strong and capable. At that moment, Candy raised his eyes to the window. Karyn quickly dropped the curtain, and clasped her hands together, catching her breath. She sat down on the bed and allowed her thoughts to wander. "I'd like to talk to him again," she whispered to herself. "Maybe sometime..."
"Karyn!" her mother called from below, and Karyn sprang to her feet.
"Coming, Mother," she answered, taking one last glance out the window. Candy had moved farther away and Chuck Walters was walking up to him. Walters! Her brief encounter with him was most distasteful. She moved to the steps, and descended slowly.
* * * * * * * * *
Candy was surprised how much had been accomplished in one short week. The fences stood straight and sturdy, and the barn doors hung properly and stayed closed when shut. Their next project ~ the watering troughs ~ provided quite a challenge, mainly because they couldn't agree on how to do them. Mr. Graham hadn't a clue and left it entirely up to his two hands to figure it out. After a heated argument which solved nothing, Candy rode off to seek advice from Ben. As soon as he'd left, Chuck Walters cautiously approached the house. He crept up to the window and listened. Inside, Mrs. Graham was speaking.
"Karyn," she said, "Go out to the storage shed and bring me another basket of corn. I'll shell it off for cornmeal, and you can grind it later."
"Yes, Mother," Karyn replied, opening the door. Walters darted around the corner and hid on the other side of the storage shed. As soon as Karyn entered the building, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She spun around, startled and faced him.
"What are you doing in here?" her voice trembled slightly.
"Howdy, Miss Graham, I just wanted to see you," Walters replied, inching towards her. "You don't come around nearly often enough for a feller to get acquainted."
Karyn swallowed hard and tried to think of something to do to get rid of him. She was terrified by this rough, disrespectful man who took everything for granted and held nothing sacred. She glanced around, and as she did so, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Leave me alone and get out of here!" She wished
desperately that Candy were somewhere near, but she had seen him riding
away earlier. With her mother in the house laid
up with a sprained ankle and her father in
Instantly Walters stifled her cry. "Shut up, if you don't want to get hurt," he snarled. Still holding firmly to her arm, he pushed her ahead of him into a smaller room and threw her down. A sharp cry escaped her lips.
"Please don't," she begged, the tears welling up in her eyes. She cowered away as he knelt beside her.
"I said, shut up!" he repeated, shaking her violently. Her neatly arranged hair tumbled down, partially hiding her ashen face, the combs falling unnoticed to the floor. Walters withdrew a bandana from his pocket and tied it over her mouth, Karyn's eyes grew wide with a fright she'd never known before. He ripped the front of her beautiful dress and Karyn gasped helplessly. She struggled desperately, but was no match for the determined burly cowboy.
* * * * * * * * *
Anne Cartwright hung the last of Adam's shirts on the clothesline and reached
for her empty basket. It was such a lovely day. She looked across the large
yard to the tall stands of Ponderosa pines bordering the neighboring ranch,
and breathed deeply. Adam Charles played nearby with the small puppy his
Grandpa Ben had given him. Adam was in
She set the basket down and walked quickly in the direction of the woods. The weeping grew louder as she got closer until finally Anne could see a young woman crumpled at the base of a tree. She approached hesitantly.
"May I help you?" she asked gently.
The girl jumped as if shot and looked up in fear. "Who are you?" she asked through her tears.
"I'm Anne Cartwright," Anne replied. Pointing through the trees, she continued. "My husband Adam and I live just over there. Who are you?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter who I am," the distraught young woman sobbed, "I wish I were dead!"
Anne lowered herself to the ground beside her. "I don't know what is troubling you, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm a good listener." she withdrew a clean handkerchief from her apron and handed it to the girl. "Come back to my house with me," she invited holding out her hand in assistance.
The girl hugged her knees and wiped the tears away. "Is your husband at home?" she whispered.
Anne shook her head. "No, he's away right now. Come, let's go and I'll fix you a cup of tea."
After giving it more thought, the girl allowed Anne to help her rise, and Anne gasped at the sight of her dress, torn and soiled. "Who did this to you?" she asked, anger lacing her words.
For answer, the girl threw herself into Anne's arms and sobbed brokenly again. Anne stroked the beautiful auburn tresses. "Shhhh," she soothed. "Everything's going to be all right. Shhh, it's all right, now."
Slowly, her sobs subsided. Anne quickly untied her apron, slipping it over the girl's head. She led her to the house, and took her upstairs, bringing a bucket of fresh warm water with her.
"Here, you can wash up while I find one of my dresses for you to wear." Anne poured the water in a basin and turned toward the closet. She selected a navy blue skirt and crisp white blouse and laid them out on the bed. Glancing at her guest, she saw that she had not moved. Anne's heart went out to her. She was evidently traumatized by some terrible experience, and Anne only hoped there were some way she could help. She stepped to her side.
"Would you like me to help you?" she asked softly. The girl did not reply and Anne carefully unbuttoned what few buttons were left on her dress and slipped it off. Instantly the girl dropped to her knees sobbing, covering her face with her hands.
"I couldn't stop him!" she cried, "He wouldn't listen." She rocked back and forth, her tears falling fast. The tears welled up in Anne's eyes, too, as she began to guess what horrible things her new friend had gone through. She knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around the trembling slender frame.
"I'm so sorry," Anne whispered through her tears. "I'm so very sorry." After several minutes, the girl regained control.
"I'm sorry for falling apart like this," she spoke softly, wiping away the tears that continued to well up in her expressive eyes. "It was so horrible. To happen to me----I couldn't believe it." Her shoulders shook.
Anne leaned forward. "What is your name?" she asked kindly.
The girl glanced up at her. "Karyn Graham."
Anne smiled. "Karyn, let me help you get cleaned up and I'll fix us that cup of tea. If you want to tell me more, I'll listen."
Karyn nodded, rising reluctantly to her feet,and Anne carefully got up more slowly. Karyn noticed that Anne was expecting a baby, and a dread rose in her heart. She could not suppress the tremor that shook her slender form, and was thankful that Anne did not notice, having turned away.
* * * * * * * * *
Mrs. Graham looked up at the clock and frowned. It wasn't like Karyn to
take so long to get the basket of corn she'd requested. With difficulty,
she rose from her chair, and limped to the door, careful to not put pressure
on her sprained ankle. She surveyed the yard and as much of the barnyard
beyond as she could see from the front door, but there was no sign of Karyn.
She was perplexed, and a little worried. This new land was very different
from her native
"Karyn!" she called. "Karyn, where are you?"
The storage shed door creaked and Chuck Walters applied a well trained eye to a crack in the wall, but Mrs. Graham did not see him. She stepped hesitantly off the porch, clinging to the broom for support, and hobbled across the uneven ground.
"KARYN!" she called loudly. Candy heard her as he galloped into the barnyard and pulled his mount to a stop.
"Hello, Mrs. Graham," he greeted her, "Is something wrong?"
Mrs. Graham looked up at him, her eyes filling with worry and unshed tears. "I don't know, Candy. " she replied, "I sent Karyn out for some corn in the storage shed over an hour ago and she hasn't come back. My ankle hurts too much to get over there. Would you check for me?"
Before she'd scarcely finished, Candy had dismounted and bolted for the building in question. Walters ducked behind a large barrel and hunkered down. The door flew open and Candy charged in, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He looked around quickly, and seeing no sign of her, proceeded into the next room. He stopped and advanced slowly, his heartbeat quickening. A pair of lovely hair combs lay in the dust and off to the side, a portion of Karyn's dress. Candy picked them up almost reverently and looked again to see if he'd missed anything. A pearl button winked up at him. Pocketing it, he strode into the other room and was exiting the building when a noise caused him to look back. Walters was sneaking into the room he'd just come out of. In an instant, Candy grabbed him by the back of his shirt and spun him around.
"Walters, what do you know about this?" he pulled the combs and shred of fabric from his pocket.
Walters squirmed. "Let me go, Canaday. I don't know nothin'." He took a swing at Candy, but the slimmer man ducked his blow and pinned him against the wall.
"Did you see Miss Graham out here?" he demanded.
"Well, I----she came out here earlier, but----um, I was----busy," he tried to twist away, but Candy held him firmly.
"If you've hurt her, Walters, you'll answer to me-----and to her father," With a disgusted look on his face, Candy gave him one last shove for good measure and left the building on the run. He showed the items to Mrs. Graham who burst into tears.
"Something's happened to her," she sobbed. "I just know it has."
Candy put his hand on her shoulder. "Mrs. Graham, I'll go look for her. Will you be okay until your husband gets back?"
She nodded, "I'll be okay. Thank you, Candy." Through her tears, she watched him mount and ride away.
* * * * * * * * *
Anne poured two cups of tea for herself and Karyn and arranged cookies on a tray. Peeking out the window, she noted with satisfaction that Adam Charles was busy building an impressive ranch out of sticks and rocks. She joined her guest at the table.
After making light conversation, Anne waited for Karyn to take the initiative in guiding the topic. She didn't take long.
"Anne," she said softly, "Have you ever had anyone take advantage of you?"
Anne nodded, and described in detail her experience with Max Benson. "He was capable of doing just about anything," she concluded. "If Adam hadn't protected me from him on several occasions, I shudder to think what he might have done to me."
Karyn sighed deeply. "He sounds alot like a man my father hired not long ago---Chuck Walters.
Do you know him?"
When Anne shook her head, Karyn went on. "He's very coarse and bold. Many times he's tried to get my attention, but I wouldn't look at him. I can't stand men like that. But today---." she broke off, and her voice quivered. The tears welled up in her eyes. Looking down, she whispered, "today he grabbed me when I went out to get something for my mother, and he----he----!" she couldn't finish, and bowed her head on the table sobbing.
Anne put her arm around her. "Karyn, I'm so sorry, my dear." She prayed silently for wisdom to help Karyn through this difficult time. "Does your mother know?" she asked.
Karyn shook her head. "I ran away from there as fast as I could," she said through her tears. "I'm so ashamed and scared, Anne. What will I do if I ---if I have a---baby?"
Anne took a deep breath. "We'll cross that bridge later, Karyn," she replied softly. "Right now, we need to let your mother know. She's probably worried sick."
The younger woman nodded hesitantly. "I can't tell her, Anne," she whispered. "Will you help me?"
Anne nodded. "Of course, I will." She went to the door and called Adam Charles. "I need to take you to see Grandpa for a little while," she said in a low voice. "I want you to meet someone before we go." He followed her into the room, Wiggles his little dog trotting along beside him.
"Karyn, this is my son, Adam Charles. Son, my friend, Karyn Graham."
Adam Charles gave her a shy smile. "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am," he said sweetly.
Karyn smiled for the first time. "I'm pleased to meet you, Adam Charles," she replied gently. "What's your puppy's name?"
"Wiggles," he answered, picking up his little Sheltie and holding him so she could pet him. Karyn let Wiggles sniff her hand, and stroked his soft hair.
"Wiggles is a beautiful doggie," she told him, and he smiled happily.
Anne stepped near. "We'd better go," she said softly. "I left a note for my husband, and we can drop Adam Charles off at Ben's on our way to your place."
Karyn nodded and stood up. "You said your last name is Cartwright. Would we be stopping by Mr. Ben Cartwright's place, by any chance?"
"Yes," Anne affirmed. "Do you know him?"
Karyn shook her head. "No, but my father hired one of his men, Candy to work for him."
"You know Candy?" Anne asked in surprise.
Karyn's cheeks tinged with color. "Not really. But he seems very nice."
"Oh, he is," Anne replied. "Candy's like a brother to me. He's a fine gentleman."
They had just left Adam Charles and Wiggles off with Ben when Candy came tearing madly up the road. He pulled his horse to an abrupt stop and leaped down.
"Karyn!" he exclaimed breathlessly, unconscious that he'd called her by name, "I've been looking everywhere for you! Your mother is one worried lady!" He laid his hand on her arm as he spoke.
Karyn burst into tears, pulling her arm away and buried her face on Anne's shoulder. Candy looked at Anne questioningly; she closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them, Candy saw tears shining there, He just stood there, not knowing what to do.
"What's wrong, Anne?" he asked. Anne shook her head.
"We're on our way to the Graham's place now. Come with us."
Candy didn't need a second invitation. He mounted up and rode with them, grateful that his horse obediently stayed on course ~ he was too busy watching Karyn. The sunlight graced her auburn hair with copper and gold highlights; his heartbeat quickened at the sight of her. But it was her reaction to his touch and the tears that followed that puzzled him. A few times over the past week, he'd caught her watching him from the window or porch, and she'd smile so beautifully at him before looking away. He couldn't imagine what made this change in her----but in the back of his mind, he saw the combs lying on the floor, the fabric torn from her dress, and the button half covered with dust. Candy's temper rose. Walters did know something about this, he knew that for sure now. His heart ached for Karyn. Clenching his fists, he urged his horse on and they galloped ahead of the buggy.
Mrs. Graham stood up when he entered the yard. He could see the tear stains on her cheeks, as he dismounted. He strode towards her.
"I found her, Mrs. Graham," he said, his voice strained and tense. "She's with Anne Cartwright, Ben's daughter-in-law." he hesitated. "She seems very upset about something."
Mrs. Graham put her hand on his arm. "Thank you, Candy. I appreciate your help so much. Stay here with me until they arrive. Please." She lifted a very damp handkerchief to her eyes.
Candy nodded and helped her into a chair.
Anne stopped the horse, and Candy cleared the steps in one jump to help both ladies down. Anne was closer and after her feet were firmly on the ground, he moved to Karyn's side. She glanced at him, her large emerald eyes illuminated with tears. He reached his hand to help her and she allowed him to, but pulled away as he set her down. Candy took her arm to escort her to the house. Karryn gently pulled her arm away. "Please don't, Candy," she whispered. "Please."
Candy stepped back and let Anne take his place, a worried expression clouding his eyes. He walked with them to the porch and arranged 2 chairs close to the one occupied by Karryn's mother. Mrs. Graham rose as quickly as she could and limped painfully to the edge of the porch. She folded her daughter in her arms, and let the tears fall unchecked. Candy took Anne's arm and motioned her around the corner of the house.
"What's going on, Anne?" he questioned, clearly confused.
Anne, looking up at him, read the concern in his eyes. She bit her lower lip. "Candy," she began hesitantly, "How well do you know Chuck Walters?"
Candy's brow darkened. "Well enough to know I don't trust him with anything valuable. Why?"
Anne gave a long, troubled sigh. "Is he capable of forcing a young woman against her will?" she asked, trying to phrase her question delicately.
Candy looked at her and nodded slowly. "I think so," he whispered, the reality of her question sinking in. "Do you think---?"
Anne shook her head. "No, Candy," she replied, brushing away a tear. "I know. Karryn told me everything."
Candy leaned against the house and closed his eyes. "Oh, Anne---!" he said , his voice registering shock. "I knew Walters must have been up to something when I found him out in the storage shed earlier. I found these, too." He withdrew the items he had in his pocket and held them out to her. Anne nodded and turned away sorrowfully.
"Karyn wanted me to help explain to her mother what happened. I'd better get back to her." she looked up at him. "Candy, Karyn likes you. She didn't tell me in so many words, but I could read it in her eyes. She's going to need to know that no matter what, you don't look down on her for this."
Candy straightened. "Look down on her? Anne, I could never do that. She's a victim of Walter's depravity and overpowering strength. God help me, I'll find him and make him regret what he's done to her."
"Be careful, Candy," Anne urged. He nodded grimly, and Anne returned to the porch where Karyn was waiting for her. Mrs. Graham looked at her.
"Karyn said that she asked you to tell me about something that happened this afternoon. "What is this all about?"
Anne leaned forward, and quietly, completely told Mrs. Graham what Karyn had told her. The older woman gasped in horror. "My poor, dear girl!" she exclaimed, reaching for her hand. "I'm so sorry, Honey. I'm so sorry."
Karyn leaned against Anne's shoulder, her cheeks flushed with shame. "I couldn't stop him," she whispered. "I screamed for help, but no one heard me."
Anne stroked her hair sympathetically and turned to Mrs. Graham again. "When do you expect your husband to get home?" she asked.
She shook her head. "Any minute now."
"Good," Anne replied. "Candy is out looking for Chuck Walters right now. Your husband will want to see him, too, I'm sure."
Mrs. Graham nodded. "Oh, he will, that's a fact. He will be furious." She stood to her feet. "Come, Karyn, why don't you change into one of your dresses so Anne can have hers back?"
Karyn agreed, and numbly followed her mother into the house. Anne leaned against a porch support beam and closed her eyes in deep thought. She guessed that Karyn was about 5 or 6 years younger than herself. Such a lovely young woman to carry this scar for the rest of her life. She knew that it could easily have been her in such circumstances. Suddenly, she longed to feel the strength and security of Adam's arms surrounding her.
* * * * * * * * *
Candy made a rapid search of all the ranch buildings, beginning with the
bunk house, but Walters was no where to be found. He went to the stables
and, noting that his horse was not there, quickly mounted up and headed
for
"I say fellas---and ladies, that little gal ain't as grand as she thought she was. Her with the funny way of talkin' and uppity airs," he took a lengthy swig from his mug, "I took the starch plum outta her!" The table exploded in laughter. Walters nodded and took another drink "Yesser, she ain't gonna treat me the same----ever again"
SLAM! The noisy crowd hushed immediately and looked up into the steely gaze of Candy Canaday. Broken glass from the empty mug he'd smashed lay scattered on the table. Walters shifted his eyes and tried to act unconcerned.
"Walters, get up. You're coming with me." Candy's voice left no room for debate.
Walters pushed his hat back. "Fer what reashon?" he slurred.
"Reason enough," Candy retorted. "Now get up before I make you." His hand poised above his pistol.
"All right, all right, I'm comin'" Walters got to his feet unsteadily. "Shave me a drink, boysh," he called as Candy grabbed his arm and propelled him out the door. "Hey, do we hafta go sho fasht?" he complained. "Cuz I can't walk too good."
"You don't have any right to ask for an ounce of compassion from me," Candy said angrily, "After what you did to Kar---Miss Graham, you deserve to hang!" he spit the words out. "Now mount up." Walters hesitated. "NOW!" Candy roared. Walters mounted and Candy grabbed the reins. "Let's go," he said firmly.
The ride to the Graham ranch was a miserable one for Candy. He knew Karyn wouldn't want to face Chuck Walters, but he also knew her father would. He ached for the lovely girl whose gentle ways and quiet beauty had begun to win his heart. It was an inner struggle that Candy had faced over and over lately. Laura had meant so much,and her death had crushed him. He had promised himself that he would never love another woman if losing her were a possibility. That promise had held him firmly in its grip for some time, but that was before he'd met Karyn. He pictured her face in his mind, and found Laura's there beside her. The two women seemed to look at him for a moment, before Laura's face faded, her smile the last thing he saw, and Karyn's face became more distinct. Only, her eyes were filled with tears where there should have been a radiant smile, and the beseeching look she gave him before her face faded broke his heart.
"I love her," he whispered to himself. "Whatever it takes, I'll prove to her that she can trust me; that I won't take advantage of her. I'll let her know that I want to care for her, no matter what." His throat tightened, and Candy took a deep breath. It wouldn't be easy, but somehow he knew, he wouldn't regret the effort.
They neared the Graham ranch, and Walters recognized the general location. "Oh, no, I ain't goin' back there," he drew back and tried to repossess his horse's reins. Candy held them firmly and reached for the man's arm, gripping it to prevent his escape. Mr. Graham came to meet them, his face livid with rage.
"Get down, Walters," he ordered brusquely.
Walters slipped out of his saddle, followed by Candy who stood like a shadow beside him. Mr. Graham faced him silently for a moment.
"Why?" he asked finally. It was not a question with an option to answer.
Walters didn't look up. "Well, Mr. Graham, it's like this. Yer daughter looked so lovely, I jest couldn't resist---"
"You're fired. Get off my property and don't ever come back." Mr. Graham cut him off.
"But---my wages----!" Walters said.
Mr. Graham turned and walked away without answering. Candy looked with disdain at the disgraceful man before him. Walters squinted up at Candy. "Why, the very idea!" he sputtered. "I worked hard---!"
His sentence was never finished. Candy had reached his limit and grabbed the man's collar punching him squarely in the mouth. The two fought fiercely, but Candy definitely had the upper hand and quickly subdued the stocky cowboy. Standing over him, Candy reached down and pulled him to his feet. "Get out of here, Walters. If I ever see you around here again, I'll---" he stopped. "Just get out of here."
Walters staggered over to his horse, the blood streaming from his nose and mouth. He pulled himself into the saddle and rode away without a backward glance.
Candy watched him until he was a tiny speck in the distance and turned slowly towards the house. He wasn't sure what to do. Karyn needed time and so did he. This day was one they'd both rather forget, but unfortunately neither reality nor time would allow it. He sighed, and approached Mr. and Mrs. Graham who stood on the porch waiting for him.
"Thank you, Son," Mr. Graham spoke brokenly. "Thank you."
Candy nodded. He removed his hat and fingered the brim, finally daring to ask, "How's your daughter?"
"Hurt---confused---. She has so much to process and work through," Mrs. Graham replied. "Anne is upstairs with her."
"Good," Candy said, glancing towards the upstairs window. "I feel so badly that I wasn't here to help her. I had no idea---."
"I know, Candy," Mr. Graham interrupted. "None of us did. Thank you for being concerned."
'It's more than concern,' Candy wanted to say, but he only nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you before I check the stock?" he asked.
Mrs. Graham thought for a moment. "Yes, Candy," she replied softly, "Will you eat dinner with us tonight?"
Candy lifted his head in surprise. "Are you sure I wouldn't be intruding?" he asked.
She nodded. "I'm sure. We'd like to have you join us."
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Thanks, Mrs. Graham, I'd like that."
* * * * * * * * *
Adam leaped off Beauty and entered the house on the run, eager to tell
Anne of his successful day in
"Anne!" he called. The house had a strange echo as if deserted. Adam frowned and took the steps two at a time. Entering their room, he glanced around hastily, spotting the dress lying on the floor. He picked it up, noting the soiled and disheveled condition. He looked up, slowly dropping the dress to the floor and bolted back down the stairs, his heart racing.
After a quick search below, he found the note Anne had left on the table and unfolded it anxiously. It simply read:
"Adam, Darling,
Something tragic has happened to our neighbor Karyn Graham and I've gone to help her. I'm taking Adam Charles and Wiggles to your father's place. Please don't worry. We're fine.
I love you! Anne
PS The Grahams live on Nathan Clay's old ranch."
Adam folded the note, put it in his pocket, and ran outside. Mounting Beauty, he kicked him into a gallop in the direction of the Graham's ranch.
* * * * * * * * *
Anne brushed Karyn's long, silky hair and listened as she talked. The young woman was composed, but still understandably shaken.
"I wish I could go away somewhere, Anne," she said wistfully. "I don't know what to do, but I don't want to stay here. I need space and my parents are so protective. What should I do?"
Anne stepped in front of her. "Would you like to come and stay at my house for a few days?" she asked, hoping that Adam wouldn't object.
Karyn looked up quickly. "Oh, could I, Anne?" she asked. "If your husband doesn't mind, I'd like that very much." She went to her closet and began pulling dresses off hangers and folding them neatly. Anne picked up a satchel and helped her pack them.
"I'll ask him---" she glanced out the window, "---right now," she finished, as Adam galloped into the yard and recklessly dismounted. Anne hurried to the steps. "I'll be back," she promised.
Adam stopped to catch his breath. "Hello, Mr. Graham----Ma'am," he greeted them. "I'm looking for my wife, Anne. Is she here?"
Before they could answer, Anne opened the door. Adam rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, Anne, I was so worried. I found that dress upstairs---I didn't know what had happened!"
Anne smiled and let the warmth of his embrace temporarily lift the concern that weighed heavily on her heart. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "But I had to help her. If only you knew what she'd been through."
Adam glanced over at the Grahams. "Excuse us, please," he said, taking Anne's arm and walking with her over to their buggy. "Now, tell me what's going on."
Anne told him as much as she dared. His eyes darkened, and he looked off in the distance. When she had finished, he spoke thoughtfully, "How terrible! Somehow I can't help but see a pair of very beautiful; brown eyes pleading for help, only someone was there to give it." He put his hands on her shoulders. "It could've been you, Anne. Thank God, it wasn't."
She nodded, reaching for his hands. "I know, Adam, I told Karyn about it. I think it helped her to open up to me. I also invited her to come and stay with us for a few days, until she knows what she wants to do. She's so confused and hurt right now. Would that be okay with you?"
Adam thought for a moment. "Sure," he replied. "She needs you. Just tell me what you want me to do to help."
Anne looked up at him. "Invite Candy over to build fences or brand cattle. Anything to keep him at our place for a while."
He raised his eyebrows quizzically. "Candy?" he asked. Anne nodded. "Karyn admires him very much and he likes her. I think maybe it would be good for her to build trust in a man like Candy who won't let her down or take advantage of her."
Adam smiled and shook his head. "I'll ask him, Anne," he promised. He drew her close again and kissed her gently. Then he walked over to the bunkhouse and Anne went back inside the house.
Candy looked up as Adam entered. "Hi, Adam," he greeted him. "C'mon in."
Adam sauntered over and sat down on the bunk across from Candy. "I'm sorry about what happened to Miss Graham today," he said sadly.
Candy nodded. "Me, too, Adam. If only I'd been here, I could've protected her. But because of a stupid argument with Walters over how to make the watering troughs, I wasn't here." he swallowed hard and slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand. When he glanced up, Adam saw tears shining in his eyes. "Adam, she's devastated. Her wonderful smile is gone, and I don't know what to do to help her. She probably doesn't ever want to see me again, and I don't blame her."
"She'll be staying with us for a few days," Adam said matter-of-fact. Candy lifted his head. "Anne thought it would be a good idea if you came over---I could use some help with building a few fences and branding my new stock. How 'bout it?"
Candy considered his words. Nodding, he replied thoughtfully, "I'd be glad to, Adam. Thanks. In a couple of days I'll be finished here."
Adam stood up and gripped Candy's shoulder. "Good. We'll see you then."
* * * * * * * * *
Karyn briefly explained to her parents that she wanted to spend a few days with the Cartwrights, and they agreed it was the best for all concerned. Mr. Graham carried her bags to the buggy, and gave her a tight hug.
"Come back when you're ready, Honey," he whispered. She nodded and turned to hug her mother goodbye.
"I'll miss you, Karyn, but I understand. Take care of yourself." Mrs. Graham said softly.
Candy watched from the bunkhouse. Sighing deeply, he walked over to his bunk and sat down woodenly. Through this tragedy, he realized just how much Karyn really did mean to him. She wasn't 'just another girl.' To see her smile again would be like the sunshine breaking through on a gray, dreary day. He closed his eyes and lay back against the pillow, hoping she would find the strength to heal and be able to accept his love.
"I won't give up on her ~ ever," he whispered to himself. "I don't care how long it takes or how difficult it is to build that trust. I'll demonstrate my love for her until she's ready to hear it." Silently he blessed Adam and Anne for arranging so he could see her often. He sat up, and straightened his tie. Right now, he was having supper with his future parents-in-law, he hoped, and it wouldn't do to keep them waiting.
* * * * * * * * *
Candy roped another calf and Adam deftly flipped it on its side for branding with the Ponderosa pine brand, bearing the letter "C". Together, they subdued the frightened animal, applying the burning brand to its tender rump. A painful bawl, a struggle, and the calf rejoined its family.
Adam wiped his brow. "That's half of them, Candy," he panted. "Let's rest a bit." Candy nodded with relief, removing his hat and leaning against a tree nearby.
"How's Karyn doing?" Adam asked casually, reaching for his canteen.
Candy looked up, "She's doing great considering what she's been through," he answered thoughtfully. "I've been trying to think of a way to tell her how I feel about her without scaring her off."
Adam nodded. "Can you communicate with her, besides table conversation?"
"Some," Candy replied. "I'm trying to give her time. I don't want her to think I'm pushing her."
"Right," Adam agreed. He sat down on a log and propped his chin on his hands, "Ya, know, Candy," he said slowly, "She might not want more time." He caught sight of Karyn walking across the meadow towards them, a small box in her arms.
"Oh?" Candy queried. He lifted his head and a smile grew across his face. Pushing his hat back, he went to meet her, taking the box from her.
"Hi, Karyn!" he greeted her cheerfully.
She smiled in return. "Hi, Candy. Hello, Adam. Anne thought you might like some refreshment. She sent some coffee and doughnuts."
"That sounds like Anne," Adam commented. "Thanks, Karyn."
Candy opened the box, and helped Karyn lay everything out on a makeshift table, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Adam noticed, and pouring himself a cup of coffee, took a doughnut, announcing, "Candy, I think I'll go check on the rest of the calves. Thanks again, Karyn" With a smile, he walked toward the corral.
Karyn watched him go and poured a cup of coffee, handing it to Candy.
"Thank you, Karyn," he replied softly, his fingers brushing hers as he took it. "You're looking very beautiful today." She smiled, thanking him with her eyes, and poured a cup for herself, trying to keep her hand from trembling.
Candy took a seat on a log opposite her. "I'm glad you came out here," he said. "I was thinking about you." He leaned forward and watched her attentively.
She glanced up at him. "Really?" she asked, her heartbeat quickening.
He nodded. "I can't get you off my mind, Karyn."
"Is that good?" she questioned, lowering her eyes.
Candy set his cup down and knelt in front of her. Taking her hands he said gently, "I don't want to think about anyone else, Karyn. I love you. I want to protect you and take care of you for the rest of your life."
Tears gathered in Karyn's emerald eyes and spilled down her cheeks. "Oh, Candy," she sobbed, "If only you knew how I've waited to hear you say that. I was so afraid after what happened that you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me again."
Candy took her in his arms and stroked her hair, allowing her to cry on his shoulder. When she quieted, he whispered, "That didn't change the way I felt about you, Karyn, except to make me see a little sooner that I loved you." He drew back and lifted her chin gently. "Will you marry me, Karyn?"
She took a deep breath. "There's something you should know first, Candy." she said averting her eyes, a frown puckering her brow. Candy waited anxiously. "I---I might be going to have a baby." Her cheeks flushed and she tried to lower her head, but Candy raised her chin again and she met his gaze. He withdrew a handkerchief and wiped the tears away.
"I'm atill waiting for your answer, Karyn,"he whispered. "Will you be my wife?"
Karyn opened her mouth to speak but her heart was too full. "Oh, Candy," she finally managed, "Yes! If you still want me, Yes, I'll marry you."
Candy's smile lit up his face. He drew her to him gently and kissed her. "I love you, Karyn," he whispered.
Karyn clung to him. "I love you, Candy---so much. Thank you---for everything!"
Adam had wandered around in the corral checking each calf at least twice, counting and recounting---anything to kill time. He started to return to the small campsite, but glimpsed Karyn in Candy's arms, and turned back with a smile. "Good for you, Candy," he said softly.
* * * * * * * * *
Anne met Adam at the front door. She looked past him, then up at him. "Where's Candy and Karyn?" she questioned.
He shook his head, hanging his hat on the peg by the door .."Out there. Believe me, Anne, Candy doesn't even remember I was even at the corral. The moment Karyn arrived, he didn't see anyone else."
Anne smiled and slipped her arm around him. "I'm so glad," she whispered, a far-off look in her eyes. "It sounds familiar, doesn't it?"
Adam smiled down at her and put his arms around her. He nodded. "Yes, it does, Anne. I'm glad for them, too."
* * * * * * * * *
Candy and Karyn walked back to the house deep in thought and conversation. Karyn's heart felt much lighter now that Candy knew and still wanted her. She smiled up at him.
"What is it?" he asked with a cheerful grin.
She shook her head. "Everything, Candy. You, especially----you've been so sweet and good to me. I don't know what I'd do without you!"
"Well, that makes two of us," Candy replied, taking her hand, "because I don't know what I'd do without you, either."
He pushed the door open for her, allowing Karyn to enter first. Anne stepped out from the kitchen and noted their radiant smiles. Adam looked up from a chair by the fireplace.
"I see you found your way home," he said teasingly.
Candy grinned at him. "Sorry, Adam," he began, but Adam waved it aside. He turned back to Karyn. "Adam, Anne ~ Karyn and I would like you to be the first to know that we are getting married!"
Anne stepped to Karyn's side. "I'm so happy for you, Karyn!" she whispered. "I'm not at all surprised." Karyn gave her a warm hug.
Adam shook hands with Candy and slapped him on the back. "Congratulations, Candy."
Adam Charles stood back, watching. He shook his head. Grownups were so peculiar, he thought to himself. He and Wiggles settled down on the rug and played tug-of-war with his jacket sleeve.
After supper, Candy and Karyn went for a buggy ride in the dusk. Candy stopped the horse and pointed to a spot just visible in the moonlight. Karyn leaned forward.
"Karyn, through those trees is a lovely knoll, just right for a little cabin---for you and me. You can't see it from here, but beyond that is a canyon where the dogwood blooms in the spring. It's peaceful and quiet here. I've dreamed of this place for so long."
Karyn looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. "I love it, Candy,"
she murmured. "It's like a dream I had years ago in
Candy turned to face her. "Karyn, before I met you, I had convinced myself that I wouldn't fall in love again. That changed the moment I saw you." He wrapped his arms around her. "I love you, Karyn."
* * * * * * * * *
They planned a spring wedding, in time to watch the dogwood bloom. Karyn talked of nothing else. She decided to return home for Thanksgiving and let the Cartwright's celebrate together. Mr. and Mrs. Graham were delighted to welcome her home, and noticed a new maturity and strength in her. The unfortunate experience was left in the past, as they focused on the bright future that lay ahead. They already liked Candy and were pleased that he and Karyn were to be married. He, of course, joined them for Thanksgiving.
The weather that weekend was unusually pleasant and Karyn wanted to go riding. Candy saddled their horses and they left after breakfast, riding to the spot Candy had taken her to days before. The time passed swiftly, as they discussed their wedding and the little cabin on the knoll until Candy looked up at the sky. "Your folks will think we've eloped," he said with a grin. "We'd better be getting back. Besides, it's getting colder."
Karyn nodded reluctantly, and let Candy pull her to her feet. "Someday we won't have to worry about that," she said softly.
He looked down at her and smiled. "I know," he whispered, drawing her to him. "Karyn, you are so special to me. Just knowing you'll be my wife before too long makes every day more wonderful."
She leaned against him. "You're so sweet, Candy. I love you."
They mounted up and turned their horses towards the Graham ranch. About halfway there, a couple of deer bolted out of the woods, and Karyn's horse spooked. He reared, whinnying, throwing her to the ground and over a steep embankment. Her scream rent the air and Candy's heart nearly stopped. He leaped from his horse and rushed to her, sliding down the hill.
"Karyn," he whispered. "Karyn, are you hurt?"
She opened her eyes and reached her hand to touch his face. "I'm okay, Candy," she said through clenched teeth. " but I think my leg is broken."
"We've got to get help," Candy said, concern evident in his voice. "But I can't leave you, Karyn!"
She nodded. "You'll have to, Candy. I'll be alright until you get back. But, please---hurry!"
Candy took a deep breath. "I will, Karyn," he promised. Stooping down, he kissed her tenderly, wrapping his coat around her, then quickly climbed the slope to where his horse stood.
Karyn watched him go. Despite the pain, it was so nice to have Candy taking care of her, worrying about her safety and comfort. She hugged the memory of his kiss, and closed her eyes, waiting for him to return.
Candy debated on where to go for help, but as he neared the fork in the road, he chose the one to Ben Cartwrights. Adam and Joe would be there, and one of them could go for the doctor. He kicked his horse, urging him on faster, the concern in his heart making the way seem unusually long. Finally the road leveled out and he could see the house just around the next hill. He galloped into the yard, yelling,
"Mr. Cartwright!! Joe!! Adam!!" Pulling his horse to a stop, he leaped to the ground as the three men ran out of the house, followed by Anne, Anna Belle, Hop Sing, and Jenny.
"Candy! What is it?" Ben asked, grabbing his horse's reins.
"It's Karyn!" Candy gasped, trying to catch his breath. Adam and Anne glanced at each other, concerned. Joe stepped forward.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked,
"We were riding. Her horse threw her and she's hurt," Candy looked at Ben. "Please come with me."
Ben nodded and went to hitch up the buckboard. Adam put his hand on Candy's arm. "I'll ride for the doctor," he said, but Joe intervened.
"Adam, you don't have your horse here. Let me go." He was already on his way to the barn before he finished speaking.
Hop Sing shook his head, "Poor Miss Karyn. I hope she be alright."
Candy gave him a tight smile. "Thanks, Hop Sing. So do I."
Anne turned to Anna Belle. "I must go to Karyn. I'm sorry to run off and leave you, but she may need my help." Anna Belle nodded understandingly.
Candy mounted up as Joe rode out of the yard, and Ben drove the team around. Adam helped Anne climb up and swung up himself. Hop Sing lifted Adam Charles and Wiggles into the wagon, and Jenny threw some heavy blankets in the back. Ben flipped the reins and called out,
"Let's go, Candy!"
It had begun to snow lightly by the time they reached the place of the accident. Candy was more worried than ever. He leaped off his horse, sliding recklessly down the slope. Karyn lay still and white; Candy nearly choked and fell on the ground beside her.
"Karyn!" he shouted. "Karyn, can you hear me?"
She opened her eyes and moaned. "Oh, Candy, I knew you'd come back. Help me!"
"I will, Honey," he whispered, struggling to control the emotions he felt in his heart. "Just hang on. We'll get you out of here." Ben and Adam set an old door on the ground and covered it with a blanket.
She gave him a little smile, but when they put her on the makeshift stretcher, a sharp cry escaped her lips, and she lost consciousness.
Candy sat beside her, holding her hand as they made their way to the Grahams. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he ached for the beautiful young woman who had completely won his heart. He knew he'd give anything to take her pain himself, and wished very much that he could. He smoothed her hair back, and brushed the snowflakes off from her face. "I love you, Karyn," he whispered with a catch in his throat.
Mr. Graham and his wife hurried out onto the porch. They had begun to worry around dinner time and now it was almost dark. Ben stopped the wagon and jumped down, quickly explaining the situation to them. He lifted Adam Charles down and carried him to the house. Wiggles trotted along and lay down on the rug by the door. Candy and Adam carried her inside to the guest room, followed by Mrs. Graham and Anne who worked rapidly to get her damp outer garments off . The men stepped out into the hall to wait and Candy paced back and forth anxiously. Mr. Graham touched his arm.
"Candy," he spoke gently. "I want you to know that we weren't worried about Karyn because she was out with you. It's because you were with her that we didn't worry sooner. We know you did all you could. That's all a man can do, Son."
"I know that, Sir," Candy said softly, brushing his hand across his eyes. "Thank you."
There was a sharp knock at the door, and Joe and Doc Martin rushed in hastily, a cold wind blowing in behind them. Candy rapped on the bedroom door. "Doc's here," he called out.
Mrs. Graham opened the door, "Come in, Doc," she said tersely. Candy started to follow, but drew back with a sigh. Anne stepped out into the hall and looked up at him.
"She's resting, Candy," she said putting her hand on his arm. "I'm sure she'll come to before long."
He leaned his lithe frame wearily against the wall. "I wish I could see her," he whispered.
Anne smiled sympathetically. "When the doctor gets a splint on her leg and checks her over, I know he'll let you. I'm sure Karyn will be lookin' for you."
He nodded and managed a resemblance of his usual cheerful smile.
Adam took Anne's arm and led her over to a chair. "You need to rest, Anne," he whispered."Doc said to slow down, and lately you've done anything but that!"
She sank into the chair, reaching for his hand. "I've been careful," she whispered back. "It's been so good to see Karyn come alive again, and things work out for her and Candy. It's worth all the extra I've had to do."
He nodded, squeezing her shoulder, and walked back to join Candy and Joe. Ben let Adam Charles down and he ran to his mother, leaning against her. She put her arm around him and held him close. Wiggles sidled over, laying down at his master's feet, wagging his tail happily.
Finally, Mrs. Graham opened the door and motioned Candy in. Doc Martin looked up. "So you're the fortunate young fella that won her heart are you, Candy?" he asked with a smile.
Candy nodded, a smile replacing the worried frown. "That's right, Doc. How is she?"
"Oh, she's got a broken leg alright, and a few bruises, but she'll make your wedding on time, I can promise you that!" He grinned at Candy.
Candy's smile grew. He moved to the bedside and pulled a chair over. Doc
Martin gave Mrs. Graham some medication and instructions for use, then left
to return to
Karyn's eyes flickered open, and she smiled up at Candy. He leaned forward, captivated again by the beauty of her eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Not very good," she admitted. "My leg doesn't hurt alot right now, but ---" she stopped and looked away. "My stomach hurts very much, Candy. Do you think I'll be okay?"
His throat tightened, remembering what she'd told him the day he'd asked her to marry him. He stroked her cheek. "I'm sure you will be," he whispered. "No matter what, Karyn, remember ~ I love you." He leaned toward her and sealed his words with a tender kiss.
Karyn blinked back a tear. "Oh, Candy, I love you so much," she said softly, putting her hand on his arm. "Thank you for being so good to me."
He stayed with her until Mrs. Graham returned to sit with her for the night. "I'll be back to see you in the morning," he whispered, giving her another kiss.
"Good night, Candy." Karyn said drowsily.
Anne stopped by the next day, and was there with Karyn when she lost the baby. Although she felt no real connection with the wee infant, she sobbed when Anne told her, Candy took her in his arms and held her, not knowing what to say. His very presence gave her comfort and strength.
Candy stayed with the Grahams for the next few days, helping on the ranch and sitting with Karyn whenever he could. She recovered rapidly, even by Doc Martin's standards and by Christmas time, was walking fine with assistance. The landscape was blanketed by a heavy snow, but Candy went out and selected a small Ponderosa pine tree and he and Karyn decorated it together. That evening after the Grahams had retired for the evening, they sat at the table sipping mugs of hot chocolate and talking. Candy reached in his pocket and withdrew a small package.
"I have another gift for you on Christmas Day," he said in a low voice, handing it to her, "But I wanted to give this to you tonight."
Karyn took it and opened it slowly, glancing up at him as she extracted the box from its wrappings. She slipped the cover off, and gasped. "Oh, Candy, it's beautiful!"
He reached over and took the ring out of the box, slipping it on her finger. "Karyn," he said softly, meeting her eyes, "I promise to love you with all of my heart. Whatever I do in life from now on, will be because I love you and value you above all others."
Karyn's lips parted in a beautiful smile. "Candy," she whispered, "I will wear this ring proudly, and always remember the treasure I have in you."
Candy took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Taking her in his arms, he whispered, "I love you, Karyn."
Karyn looked up at him and replied softly, "I love you, too, Candy---so very much!"
Their lips met, sealing the promise they'd made to each other. The promise of love for a lifetime----and beyond.
THE END