#77
The barn was cold, and Milo chased his breath in the cold air. Mama dog and Otis were on duty, listening for problems and errant bad deed doers that might happen to be passing by. Bossie was overjoyed to see Mark on account he always slipped her more grain than the others. Mark was rewarded with a brimming pailful, and Bossie and he were both happy.
Mark tipped a generous amount of milk into the dog's pan, and Milo got a tongue washed face as Otis raced by to be first at the bowl. Mama dog got up and for the first time let Milo walk beside her as she went over to supervise Otis's eating manners.
"Milo," Mark said approvingly, "Mama must really like you, look how close she is to you."
Milo was trying to walk beside the huge dog and at the same time hug her neck. "I love her," his muffled voice could barely be heard over the loud slurping Otis was doing. When he was in danger of tipping over and losing his balance, Mama stopped still until Milo could get his feet back under him. "She's a good dog," Milo said with all the 4 year old emotion he could muster.
"I wish they could come in the house," Milo whispered, "I don't want them to be cold."
"Touch Mama dog's hair," Mark encouraged, "see how thick and warm it is? She and Otis would be way too warm in the house, very uncomfortable unless we shaved off all their hair, and then they couldn't do their job out here. They are working animals, Milo; they have a job that is very important here on the farm. It's really fun to have animals that are friends, but we can't interfere with their jobs." Mark cautioned.
Something about Milo's behavior jiggled at Mark's memory, "promise me," he looked sternly at the pint sized con man, "that you will leave them in the barn."
The wheels were turning so fast in Milo's mind there was almost smoke coming out his ears. Mark let him turn all the various scenes over and sideways and finally the youngster couldn't come up with a good reason not to mind. "OK," was all he said.
"Let's go, it's almost time to go to Uncle Ben's for supper," Mark held the door open and Milo ran out. Screeching to a immediate halt, Milo gasp out, "Look at that." The dark world was totally silent with a jillion stars glittering in the cold. A display that was a testament to the magnificence of God's world.
"Pretty," Milo said in awe. "What are those Uncle Mark? can I get one?"
"Stars, and each one of them is a place like this world," Mark gave an abbreviated explanation to the child."
"Wow, hurry Uncle M, I'm really hungry." Milo urged Mark to walk faster.
The milk strained and put away, Clora gathered up the bean pot and a still hot pan of pumpkin custard. Milo was entrusted with a jar of sweetened cream wrapped in a towel to carry to the gathering.
The small house was filling with red cheeked, friends and family hungry enough to start chewing on the chair legs. The roasting ribs were fragrant and enticing the hungry eaters. Grace was quick, and all hands dug in.
Mama dog barked when Will and Wayne drove in and it didn't take them long to join the festivities. The grownup's listened intently to Will's recounting of the hospital visit with the ersatz Prime Minister.
"That's a loose group of misguided fools with an abundance of hatred and crazy notions;" Will told his tale as he carefully made sure he got his share of the ribs. He was having a bit of trouble with Wayne who seemed as hungry as the lawman, and appeared like he was hogging the best pieces.
Both reached for an especially meaty rib at the same time, forks clashing together. "Guy's I have another panful," Lainey interrupted, and Ben laughed. "She's been so worried that there wouldn't be enough food, she fixed extra." Lainey playfully swatted his shoulder with the pot holder. "Hush," she whispered.
What food was left before the two men started their eating marathon disappeared in a flash. The beans were gone as was the coleslaw, only a couple of scoops of custard remained and Ev was staring hard at them. "I don't think you fellas tasted one bit of what you ate, good grief...you didn't even chew," he complained.
"Now that's the pot calling the kettle black," Wayne shot back quickly. "I've seen you eat, your no lightweight in that department."
"True," Ev conceded slowly "but I have a reputation to uphold. You guy's are acting like you haven't been fed in a week. And..." he paused dramatically, "this is probably as good a time as any to announce that I'm going to make a winter trek into Evergreen. I have a curiosity about what remains, and a terrible itch to scratch about how the land fared in the fire."
"Neat," Wayne said around a mouthful. "I've got comp time coming, maybe I'll go with you; want company?"
"Sure," Ev used the diversion to scoop another spoonful of custard on his plate. Will looked forlorn, left out and and definitely short on his quota of custard. "That's a trip for sure," Will remarked wistfully, looking like he wanted to go trekking more than anything in the world.
"Want to come along?" Ev asked the lawman out of pity for the hang dog look he was affecting so well.
"You know, I believe I would like to go, thanks for the invite." Will looked up and smiled for the first time in ages. The hard careworn lines in his face smoothed out and he looked much younger. "I'll need a day to get a pack together and find some snowshoes if you guy's can hold out that long?"
"Hey, what about you Ben and Mark? You guy's want to go?"
Mark shook his head no, "The new job starts Monday," he said regretfully, "Can't do it."
Ben shook his head no, "can't leave the farm unguarded, far too much risk. I'll go next time," he stated firmly, much to Lainey's relief.
"We do have an announcement," Ben and Lainey smiled at each other. "We are expecting." It was another hugging and congratulatory moment. "As we are," bragged Mark and set the happy clamor all over again.
"Wow, a guy goes to work and look what happens behind his back," Wayne joked as he shook hands with the men and blew kisses at the ladies. That caused more laughter, and good fellowship.
"OK guy's, get out of the kitchen, unless it's your turn to do the dishes," Lainey stood up and placed her hands on her back and stretched. The men looked at each other and Will said, "why not," and they shooed the ladies out of the room.
It was a unexpected treat, made more precious by the rarity. The ladies moved themselves and the children into the living room and shared a gossipy hour relaxing. Cheryl was busy explaining her Diabetes diagnosis and what she would have change in her diet. "Our other part of a special announcement is, we are going to get a computer update. Christy is going to challenge the SAT's and we are going for a round the clock exam cram. We don't have a lot of time, but I know she can do it."
"I'm sure glad you found what was giving you problems," Clora remarked. "I sure was concerned the way you were starting to look." That led into the newly expected babies and when they would become members of the family.
"How come Lilly wouldn't come tonight," Christy asked.
All the ladies looked to Lainey. "Just said no thank you, her girls were ill, and then closed the door," Lainey reported sadly. "She's not much inclined to participate with us, and I don't want to force her." There were nods all around, as they gave her the privacy she craved.
When Clora, Mark and Milo got back up to the main house, Clora faced the awful realization that she had stripped their beds and had forgotten to do the wash in all of the day's excitement. Mark took one look at her horrified expression and announced Milo was going to play camping for the night. Two ladder back chairs with a draped blanket and the boy rolled in his comforter completed the illusion.
"Cool, Uncle Mark, I've always wanted to go camping." the boy looked with adoring eyes at the huge man. "Thank you. I'll go right to sleep," he promised.
Mark put him to bed and steered Clora down the hall to their room. "It's not the end of the world," he soothed Clora, "maybe we should go camping also?" he said with a wicked grin, and turned out the lights.