#591
Snuggled in their sleeping bags, Mark and Clora sleepily went over the day's happenings. The tent was protection from the pesky breeze that insisted on cooling the night, but on the whole, it wasn't particularly warm.
"How far are they behind us?" Mark wanted to know.
"In Boise," Clora chuckled. "The town is suffering the wrath of a man used to the finest accommodations, and the available motels/hotels are nice, but don't match his highnesses expectations. How long will you need tomorrow?"
"A good half a day, unless what I'm expecting to find is not where I'm expecting to find it. I'm not trying to be deliberately cagey, but if you don't know, you aren't held accountable." Mark sighed hard; "it's just a crazy notion of mine that I haven't been able to get rid of."
Mark didn't intend to say anything more, about what he was searching for. The pilot was most likely trustworthy, but if he didn't know, then he didn't know. Besides, the man was only on the other side of the pitiful little fire, and Mark suppose he could hear them talking very plainly.
It wasn't the worst night they had ever spent, but it was close. Mark had neglected to take in account 70 some year old bodies, did not function well in the cold and on the hard ground.
All three campers went scrounging for wood the next morning, and only found enough to heat the coffee to half warm. Never less, the brew was not turned down.
The cup warmed hands as well as the warmish water did the insides.
"I'll take down the tents", Clora offered. "Go do your thing and hurry, I need hot strong coffee. So keep that in mind if you go off on a tangent." Clora smiled a smile she didn't feel happy about. She sure hoped mark had a plan.
Well, of course he did, Mark always had a plan. It must be highly important, to go to all this trouble.
After an hour of waiting, Clora and the pilot went to sit in the copter to get out of the wind. There was a line of dark clouds approaching from the ocean, and the air was heavy with humidity and the smell of rain.
"If he don't get back before that squall hits, we'll be here until it's over." the pilot warned morosely. He was cold, bored and unhappy. So was Clora.
Gary chaffed under house arrest, or that was the way he thought about his restriction to the retreat. When Big and Tilly showed up, Gary could have kissed them. Well, Tilly anyway.
Tilly noticed the three adult settings and the three kid bowls in the dish drainer, but made no mention of the fact. Gary had been here, so Miss Tess and kidlets had been protected. But Tilly felt she was home, where she belonged. Big returned the smile she gave him, as she set dough for cinnamon rolls; knowing that they were Big's absolute favorite.
Gary had disappeared the minute she and Big walked into the kitchen, and then reappeared all spiffed up and smelling good. "I need to go to town," he said. "I won't be here for lunch, and probably not supper, so don't wait on me. Did Donny say anything about staying out here tonight, there's several official looking envelopes that came in the mail for him."
"No," Tilly stopped kneading dough to look at Gary, "he didn't say. When we left, he was sawing trees,"
"He needs to be careful, Toby will work him to death, given half a chance. The man's a real slave driver. He makes his money sitting on his butt in a fancy chair, and expects top performance from any one helping him. And Rennie's worse." Gary tacked on his complaint.
Big and Tilly nodded, everything Gary was saying was true, plus the fact that Miss Rennie was just plain stingy with food. Tilly had never had to deal with Rennie and her grocery notions; but the short time she had been there, was uncomfortable.
Tilly figured Donny would be out there for the night meal, his stomach would dedicate where he ate supper. If Tom only had to feed the family, he might settle in easier as the cook. It would all settle out, one way or the other.
Milo and Honey spent their first day on the mini farm, taking notes and writing down projects. Honey was so happy with their new found independence that she ran around hugging Milo and then giving herself a hug for good measure. It felt like they were finally free.
Tess had a notebook, writing down all the thoughts and notions she needed to accomplish. First was a car; second was to get the boys in school. She needed to ask Ma the name of the school that came to the farm and picked up kids. Her list was growing longer and longer.
The boys were out in the corral brushing and loving on old Whitey, and Tess was close by, in case they needed help.
The rain squall got to the copter, and there was no sign of Mark.