Galen woke up and stared at
the recently vacated spot in the tent. Glancing over at Raythe, he saw his
tent-mate doing the same. Their eyes met and brimmed with tears; the sadness
almost overwhelming. He watched as Raythe rolled over and cuddled into Brock’s
waiting arms. Galen turned and peeked at the sleeping man on the pallet to his
left. He knew if he woke him, Thomas would provide any comfort Galen was in
need of, but the young man didn’t want to disturb his mentor.
Seeing Quentin’s empty bed,
Galen quietly scrambled out of his and exchanged his nightshirt for overalls
before tiptoeing out to find where the ex-shopkeeper had gone. This was the
third consecutive morning that the grieving man had risen so early, and Galen
was concerned.
The morning sun was just
creeping over the horizon when Galen found Quentin sitting on a large rock with
a small dog on his lap and staring out at the ocean. He knew who the older man
was thinking about and allowed his own thoughts to go back to the previous
Friday and the accident that had temporarily turned their world upside down.
A favourite haunt of the men
was a freshwater pool, made remarkable by a graceful waterfall cascading down
from an impressive height of forty feet or so. Situated a short distance to the
right of the construction site and about a thirty-minute walk from the main
camp, the pool was deep enough for them to dive off the rocks. This closer,
smaller pool was one of two that Galen had stumbled upon the morning he had run
off.
The logging had long been
completed and the stronger, more skilled men were engaged in the arduous task
of constructing the lodge. Over time many of less experienced men gradually
developed the abilities needed to do their part in the creation of their new abode.
The plan was to move into it by the end of September, so that everyone had
sufficient time to prepare for winter. As the lodge took shape, a kind of fever
overtook the building crew. Beyond the beams and wooden floor, the men saw
their dreams materialising. Talk at dinner and the campfire was often centred
on their daily accomplishments.
Many times, partners found
themselves working in separate locations. Kelby, Raythe and Galen had been
assigned the permanent task of caring for the livestock. Walker, Thad and
Jordan consistently prepared the bounty of food needed to keep the men
well-nourished and healthy, with Brock provided a steady abundance of meat for
the table. Other chores, involving the tending of the crops and doing general
repair work around base camp, were rotated among men less able to carry on full
days of the physically-taxing labour required at the construction site. Clothing
was left completely to the discretion of Nathan, while laundry was usually
overseen by Yancey and Lakota. Troy’s classes had been cut back to one
afternoon a week for the rest of the summer.
Long days fell into a routine
of sorts as chores were kept up and construction maintained at a steady pace.
Although leisure time was limited, some had managed to find opportunities to
steal away and had started to build a diving-board at the pool. Soon, the
thrill of adventure consumed the group, just as the lodge had consumed them.
They took turns playing truant and two or three of them could disappear for an
hour or so when the sun was at its highest. After more than a week of hard
work the diving-board was just about finished.
Last Friday had been Raythe,
Jordan, Spyke and Kelby’s turn. So, they had waved goodbye to Galen and headed
for the swimming hole. The next time Galen saw his friends was after the
tragedy when Aiden hastened into camp and gone directly to the infirmary, carrying
Kelby’s limp body. The young man had apparently been bleeding profusely because
both he and the large Scot were covered in blood.
According to Raythe, the four
of them had been diving when Kelby lost his footing and fell. While he and
Jordan cared for their injured friend, Spyke had run to the building site for
help.
Aiden exited the medical tent
at the same time Quentin barged his way into it after having heard of the
accident when Jordan had raced into the mess hall to inform his partners of
what had happened. Men steadily began to gather and stood around in pairs or
small groups, solemnly waiting word; most having missed the silent exchange
between Aiden and Thomas.
A short while later Lakota
appeared, glanced around at the crowd and sadly shook his head. There was
nothing he could do, he gravely explained, as Kelby’s death had occurred within
minutes of him falling and hitting his head.
Supper that night was a
sombre affair. Breakfast the next morning wasn’t much better and shortly before
noon on the seventeenth of July, Kelby was gently laid to rest while the
mournful sound of bagpipes floated through air.
Noticing the slumped
shoulders, Galen silently slipped up to Quentin and softly laid a hand on the
other man’s arm to attract his attention.
Quentin was deep in thought and didn’t hear Galen’s approach so the
gentle touch startled him. He turned quickly and for an instant his mind
played tricks on him, making him think it was Kelby, but of course that was
impossible. His throat constricted with sudden pain but he was happy to see
that the person who drew him out of his thoughts was one of Kelby’s friends,
possibly his best friend.
“Hello, Galen, what’s got you up this early in the morning?”
“I w-woke up and once again found you gone. I w-was kinda concerned?”
Quentin’s shoulder slumped further. “That is very thoughtful of you. I
appreciate it even though there is no need to worry. I’m okay. I just have some
things to work out.”
“W-would talking about it help?” Galen asked tentatively as he took a
place next to the older man and reached over to pat Copper.
Something in Galen’s sweet-natured face and patient eyes touched a spot
deep within Quentin. Maybe it was Galen’s sincerity, or maybe he saw Kelby
through those eyes. Whatever it was, it suddenly made it easier for Quentin to
put his thoughts in some semblance of order. “Emotions are hard to put into
words and mine are all mixed up. I feel sadness, anger, regret, and not a
little guilt over what happened.”
“Quentin,” Galen spoke softly and tenderly patted the older man’s
shoulder. “I know you m-may think I’m too young to understand what you’re going
through b-but I really do. I’d like to share w-with you something Kelby and I
talked about recently. At the time, I p-promised I wouldn’t tell anyone,
but now that he’s gone I think he’d w-want me to b-break the p-promise.”
Quentin moved his body a little so he could face the young man and look
directly into his eyes as he encouraged Galen to continue.
“Kelby told m-me about his feelings for you, Quentin, and about how
relieved he w-was that the two of you had m-moved p-past your little
falling-out to develop a deep friendship. He realised it w-was the love
you gave him as a friend that he really n-needed and not the love one gets from
a p-partner. He said deep in his heart he knew there w-was something
m-missing b-but he didn’t exactly know w-what it was. He also confessed he felt
b-bad for acting the w-way he did when you finally told him your true
feelings.” Galen paused and peered at Quentin shyly, afraid he had said too
much but wanting to finish what he started. “He w-was happy, Quentin, for
having you in his life so you shouldn’t regret that circumstances b-brought you
together.”
Galen closed his eyes tightly for a moment, until the pressure in his
eyelids subsided. When his voice was steady again, he continued. “I can see how
sad you are about his p-passing. W-we all feel sad too, so you are n-not alone.
P-perhaps if you reach out to someone for comfort and support, it m-might help,
cause sitting and w-wallowing in your sorrow isn’t gonna do you any good at all;
at least that’s w-what m-my grandfather used to say. He also said a person
could find it turning into self-p-pity and that w-would b-be a shame.”
Quentin marvelled at the words of advice coming from this young man.
Galen was wise beyond his years and what he was saying made perfect sense.
Quentin knew the truths spoken in his head but it took this young man to make
him accept them in his heart.
The tears began to stream down Quentin’s face, and he didn’t try to hide
them. He placed an arm around Galen and pulled him close, needing to feel and
touch. “Galen, I want to thank you very much for breaking that promise. It has
helped me sort things out and now that I know I never let Kelby down, I can
move on with my grief. He had briefly told me so himself but hearing it
from someone else reaffirms his declaration. I will always miss him and be
eternally grateful he had friends like you and that he was happy. The best
way to honour his memory is to move on with our lives.” He smiled in spite
of his sadness when Copper stood on his hind legs and licked the salty tears
from his cheeks.
Patting the little dog, Quentin seemed to come to decision. “You know, I
really don’t have the inclination to care for a pet and I know Seth is still
missing his. Do you think Kelby would mind me giving Copper away?”
“N-not at all,” Galen enthused. “And I’m sure Seth w-will love and care
for him as w-well as Kelby did.”
Quentin wiped his face and blew his nose before standing up with the
puppy cradled in one arm and offering a hand to his young companion. “What do
you say we begin moving on by having a good breakfast? I don’t know about you,
but suddenly I’m starving!”
Galen grinned up at the older man, happy to see him smiling again. Even
if the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, it was a start. He looked up to
the heavens, feeling sure Kelby was grinning down at them both. With arms
lightly draped around each other, the two men slowly made their way back to
camp while sharing amusing tales about their dearly departed friend.
Immediately upon entering the
compound, Galen spotted his mentor waiting next to the entrance of the mess
tent and letting go of Quentin, ran over to him.
“W-were you w-waiting for me,
Thomas, or have you already had b-breakfast?”
“No, I haven’t had eaten yet.
I was wondering where you were as you usually wait for me in the mornings,”
Thomas replied.
“I w-was talking to Quentin.
We w-were sitting on the rocks and w-watching the sunrise.”
“I hope Quentin is feeling
better. This has been so hard on all of us, but for Quentin, I think, hardest
of all,” Thomas answered, giving Galen a gentle hug.
“I think so too, b-but he
likes to talk about Kelby, and it helps him.” Galen returned the hug then
turned to enter the big tent, expecting his mentor to follow him.
Quentin quietly stepped up to
Thomas, momentarily forestalling him at the entrance. “If I were you, my
friend, I would make that young man mine before someone else did.” He winked
and smiled at the surprised expression on the other man’s face; then
nonchalantly strolled into the mess hall.
Thomas was lost in thought throughout
the meal. Though he made enough effort to follow Galen’s conversation, his mind
kept wandering through the myriad of events in his life from the time of that
fateful day he’d been arrested. He had originally believed that nothing could
be more significant than the loss of his beloved Jacob, but so many things had
happened since. Being exiled to this place; taking on his council
responsibilities as well as heading up the farming effort, all of which was
paramount to the survival of this community, had helped him heal without him
fully realising it. They had been here less than four months and yet they had
managed to get a man through drug addiction, conquered prejudices, hunt down a
rogue wolf, cope with a snake bite and various injuries, and deal with their
first death.
Yet of all that, nothing
stood out more in his mind than meeting and mentoring this wonderful young man
beside him. Galen had become his first thought in the morning and his last
thought as he fell asleep each night. Thomas began to recognise that Galen was filling the void left in his heart
when Jacob had been taken from him. It was now time for him to move on and let
the memory of Jacob become a treasured thing of the past rather than the almost
all-consuming pain of the present.
Later that evening when the
supper was finished, Galen had made plans to meet with Seth to play cards and
Thomas took the opportunity to slip away from the main campsite. He found a
quiet place on the beach, far from the noises of the community. He took a
notebook and pencil from his pocket and began to write.
July 25, 1880
My Dearest Jacob,
Can
it be that you are gone from me now for only a little over five months? I miss
your smile and laughter more than I can begin to say. I take comfort in the
knowledge that you are in a better place where they do not judge a man by whom
he loves, but by his capacity to do so.
You
taught me the meaning of unconditional love, Jacob, and I know they have a very
special place in Heaven just for you.
Life in this place of exile has been difficult and yet
we are progressing. There are many good men here and we are working hard to
build a better life. You would like these men, Jacob.
Aiden is a huge Scot with a stern visage and a tender heart and, would you believe, he’s taken two partners. Larry is an ex-marine and Spyke is a spit-fire with a mouth that would earn him a trip to my daddy’s woodshed. They plan to marry soon, a unique and wonderful thing for all of us here to think about. Open acknowledgement of marriage between two men; I’d like it to be one of the first things we deal with when we write the constitution of our small nation.
Aiden is a huge Scot with a stern visage and a tender heart and, would you believe, he’s taken two partners. Larry is an ex-marine and Spyke is a spit-fire with a mouth that would earn him a trip to my daddy’s woodshed. They plan to marry soon, a unique and wonderful thing for all of us here to think about. Open acknowledgement of marriage between two men; I’d like it to be one of the first things we deal with when we write the constitution of our small nation.
Walker was a magistrate before he was found out and
now serves as our chef. He also has taken two partners, Thad and Jordan, nice
young fellas who don’t suffer from the guidance he provides them.
To our great fortune we have a doctor, Lakota. He’s
half Sioux and knows a lot about the use of herbs in healing. He’s partnered
with Gille, a bit of a lonely young man who is slowing beginning to realise
that he has a place here.
We also lucked out getting a nurse, Yancey. I wouldn’t want to argue about doctor’s orders with him. He’d soon have you knowing who’s in charge; just as he has with his young partner, a rather clumsy but nice fellow called Brodie.
We also lucked out getting a nurse, Yancey. I wouldn’t want to argue about doctor’s orders with him. He’d soon have you knowing who’s in charge; just as he has with his young partner, a rather clumsy but nice fellow called Brodie.
We’ve got a pair of identical twin brothers. Actually,
I think you’d have heard of them; Wesley and Wayne Bentley, the singers.
They’ve partnered up with Nathan, a tailor and Samuel, who was a miner in his
past life.
Life here started out pretty hard for our young Dallas , as he was addicted
to Morphine. But with the help of our doctor and a good man named Kevin who took
a shine to him, he got through it and is now a productive member of our
community.
We’ve another rather large fellow, Brock. He’s become
our wild game hunter and keeps us well stocked in meat. He’s taken a rather
damaged young man called Raythe under his wing. I’ll be darned if I don’t think
the two of them will be very happy together.
Preston is a strong of back and mind woodsman who, to
the blessing of us all, has taken our young gambler, Seth, as his partner. Not
that he’s a bad young fella, he’s just in need of some serious guidance.
So far Mitchell who is a carpenter and Hendrik, an ex-assistant
ranch foreman, have remained unattached but one never knows.
Our other single man is Quentin, a former shopkeeper
who is now our quartermaster. For some time, I thought he’d partner with a
sweet young fellow by the name of Kelby, but things didn’t turn out that way.
Now they never can as we lost dear Kelby several days ago to a senseless
accident. He fell while swimming and struck his head on a rock. There was
nothing the doctor could do as the poor boy had broken his neck.
Now all this rambling about the men I am here with
brings me to the one I as yet haven’t mentioned; Galen Deon Manara. He turned
the ripe old age of eighteen the day we landed here. Can you believe they
sentenced a boy of seventeen to this place? A virgin at that, as he hadn’t even
committed the so-called sin of lying with another man. He’d only confessed his feelings to his
parents and was overheard by someone outside of the family. Yet still the
authorities chose to exile him to this place. How can I despise them for their
heartlessness and yet thank God for having the lad here? For I do thank God. Never
has there been a sweeter, more tender-hearted young man, though he can amaze me
at times with his wisdom. He is filled with curiosity and a touch of
mischievousness that can leave me both breathless with fear for him and
laughing with the joy of his discoveries.
My dear, dear Jacob; I know that you understand me well
enough to tell my description of Galen speaks of more than friendship. At first,
I offered only to mentor the lad, to offer guidance to someone younger and less
experienced, but my feelings have grown, Jacob. They have grown to love. I have
not yet made this confession to the object of my desires, for I do desire him
more and more each day. However, before I can talk to Galen, I must let you go.
I will always carry you with me in my heart, beloved,
and I hope you will forgive me and perhaps even feel happy for me that I have
been given the chance to love again.
I sign this with love and bid you rest in peace,
Thomas
After he finished reading the
letter through, Thomas pulled a small empty bottle from his jacket pocket. He
carefully rolled the paper and slipped it into the narrow opening and pressed a
cork deeply into the neck to seal the contents. About two hundred yards further
along, the beach ended at a steep rock face which at its top was about sixty
feet above sea level. Thomas had been to the precipice with Aiden and Brock a
few weeks earlier when they were trying to get a better feel for the lay of the
island. He walked back to the wooded area behind the beach and made the long
slow climb up the hill that lead to the cliff top. It took nearly an hour to
reach his destination and he was somewhat breathless as he stood looking out
over the vast, seemingly endless ocean.
He removed the sealed bottle
from his pocket and ran a finger along the shape of the glass container as one
might caress a lover’s face. He stood silently for a moment, eyes closed as in
prayer, then with great determination he flung the bottle as far out over the
ocean as human strength would allow. He watched the bottle as it spun end over
end, glittering in the light of the evening sun. Then suddenly it vanished from
his sight, almost as if it had been snatched in mid-air. He knew it was just
lost to his vision by the flickering of sun light off of the water, but a small
part of his imagination fancied that it has been caught and carried to heaven
to be delivered to his Jacob.
A single tear made its way
down Thomas’ cheek as he turned from the summit, and yet with each step he grew
lighter of heart. Time had come to move on. If Galen would have him, then he
was going to take Quentin’s advice and make that young man his own.
“Can we go for a dip at the pool sometime this afternoon, just for
fifteen minutes or so? It’s so hot!” Wes asked hopefully the next afternoon. It
was nearing the end of July and the heat each day was becoming more oppressive.
Nathan looked up distractedly from his work. “Sorry, Minx, I have to
finish this by week’s end. The crew is in dire need of a change. Then I will
have to start work on some dress clothing for the upcoming wedding. Plus there
are still alterations I need to get to.” He pointed to another heap of clothes hanging
over a wooden rack.
Wes pouted. “Same story every time; you haven’t gone to the woods with
me for days!”
Nathan was stacking the bales of cloth neatly into a chest. These would
have to last them a long time and frankly he was worried. What if they ran out?
What if the winters came early or were too harsh? He loved spending time with
his young partner but right now he was very concerned with their clothing
needs.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. But Dallas and Kevin are ill with chest colds;
Aiden is just getting up to par since the snake bite and many of us are still coping
with Kelby’s passing. From the day we landed here, we knew losing even one
member of the community would make it harder for those of us left behind as
there were so few of us to begin with. Kelby was a wonderful young man and will
be greatly missed. In the meantime, while we’re rather short-handed it is
necessary for us to cover for one another. If you wish, you may go to the pool with
your brother for a quick swim, but please don’t be gone long. I can really use
your help and your company.”
“It’s no fun without you.”
“I know you’re disappointed but there are other priorities.”
Wes’ chest heaved with indignation. “Of course, other priorities,” he
scoffed.
“There is no need to be snide, Wesley. If you can’t accept facts or
speak to me in an acceptable manner then I suggest you return when you are able
to,” the older man said firmly as he frowned his disapproval.
Wesley looked undecided for a moment. He had expected Nathan to lay the
law down, perhaps even ordered him to help out with the sewing and he would
have accepted that. He would have grumbled of course, but secretly he would be
glad that Nathan needed his help and wanted him around. But Nathan was always
distracted and disinterested these days, which made him feel terribly insecure
and unwanted.
A little thought, like unwelcome mischief, crept into his mind. Nathan
had made it clear at the time of Troy’s switching of his students that he would
not fight any man, not even if it was for him. To Wes, mistakenly or otherwise,
that meant Nathan would not put him above others. Yet look at how he had jumped
into Samuel’s place to take care of his brother. Priorities indeed. Wes
suddenly realised where he stood with Nathan.
Without a word, he turned on his heels and left the tent.
Aiden, Mitchell and Preston sat huddled around a crate in the far corner
of the mess hall. They had managed to squeeze a few minutes out of their busy
day to prepare an update on the progress of the lodge. Aiden was to present it
to the council by the end of the week. It would then be brought up at Sunday’s
weekly community meeting.
“Well despite a few setbacks, we still appear to be on schedule,”
Mitchell commented as he checked off another job that had been completed that
afternoon. “All the long slabs for the roof are now pit-sawed and piled.
They’ll be ready to place bark-side up on the rafters when the time comes.”
“The rock foundation ‘tis holding up good with o’er half the floor
planks now securely nailed to the joists,” Aiden announced. “We should be ready
to start setting the logs in place for the walls by this time next week.”
“The last of the trees for the infirmary should also be downed and
trimmed by the end of next week,” Preston
reported, a pleased look on his face. “That will free up Hendrik, Samuel and I
to work with everyone else on the construction of the lodge.”
“Aye, we’re carrying out a huge task.” Aiden’s grin widened with
gratification. “And ’tis proud we should all be with our accomplishment.”
“Yes, especially when we take into count the fact that so many of us had
never even handled tools or the like before coming here. I must say, a couple
of the younger men are showing a good aptitude for carpentry and are making
excellent apprentices.” Mitchell’s praises were for two young men in particular
who had been learning the trade under his patient tutoring.
“At least the men are becoming proficient enough to cut back on the
injuries Lakota and Yancey have had to deal with,” Preston
chuckled. “Of course, minor cuts, bruises and splinters will always be a
hazard.”
“I do believe our establishing a workable schedule and routine has been
a big help in moving things along,” Aiden pointed out, then added with pride.
“Aye, and most the credit for that goes to Larry.”
“The man does have outstanding organisational skills,” Preston
agreed. “It’s probably a throwback to his military training.”
“The completion of the planting was a boon as it increased the manpower
at the building site,” Mitchell stated, nodding his head along with the others.
“Well, gentlemen, if ye nay have more to add to our report, we best be
getting back to the work we’ve just been discussing,” Aiden suggested, getting
to his feet and gathering up his few sheets of paper. He neatly folded them and
slid them into his sporran. “Besides, from the scowl on Walker’s face, I’d be
thinking he’s wanting this area back to set up for the evening meal.”
Together they good-humouredly headed back to join the rest of the men at
the site of their future home.
After his return to the campsite on Monday evening Thomas had spent much
of the next twenty-four hours gathering his thoughts. It was an incredibly
freeing feeling that he could now allow himself to admit his love for Galen.
Now he had only to get the courage up to admit it to the young man himself
When he spent a second dinner hour barely able to concentrate on a
normal conversation with Galen, Thomas knew the time had come to do something
about it. Being mid-summer, the sun was still shining brightly long after
dinner so they’d have plenty of time for an extensive walk and the talk he had
planned and still get back before dark.
“It’s a beautiful evening, Galen. Would you like to take a walk out to
the site and see how the work on the lodge is coming?” he asked as they were
clearing away their dishes. “Though mind you, you’d have to wear your boots,”
he teased.
Galen looked up in surprise. They so seldom had time to themselves
lately. “I w-would really like that, Thomas. I haven’t b-been there for quite a
while.”
“Okay, then go get your boots and I’ll meet you by the trail,” the older
man replied.
Galen didn’t have to be asked twice. He ran out of the mess tent and was
at the designated meeting place, boots in hand, in less than two minutes. He
stood waiting eagerly while catching his breath. A few moments later he began
to hop from one foot to another as he waited for his mentor. “W-why does
everyone have to talk to him?” he muttered impatiently under his breath.
Thomas paid a visit to the latrine and then went to meet Galen. He was
stopped by two people wanting his attention along the way but made a couple of
hasty excuses and finally reached the trail-head. He laughed at the happy,
breathless young man waiting for him. “You didn’t need to run; the site isn’t
going anywhere, you know.”
“We b-better get outta here, Thomas, b-before someone else b-bushwhacks ya.”
“We’ll get going once those boots are serving their purpose on your feet,”
Thomas laughed and pointed to the footwear dangling from the younger man’s
hand.
Galen sighed but did as he was told. Then taking Thomas’ hand, he
started pulling him towards the path.
“It’s not a race, Galen,” the older man teased as he pulled back on the
hand dragging him forward. “Let’s just enjoy a bit of leisure. It seems we’re
always rushing to get things done.”
Galen reluctantly slowed down and as serenely as possible walked next to
his friend.
Wanting to save the more serious reason for this walk until they reached
the building site, Thomas tried to make light conversation as they strolled
along. He wondered if Galen could detect any of the nervousness he was feeling.
“How are things with the livestock?” he asked.
“Everything is going w-well, Thomas. Raythe, Spkye and I m-make a good
team.” Galen sensed a difference in the older man. His step seemed lighter as
if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. ‘Or was it from his heart?’ the
young man silently wondered. He dug in his heels causing Thomas to stop
walking.
“Did you forget something?” Thomas asked when Galen halted so suddenly.
Galen threw his arms around Thomas’ waist and pressed his ear against
the bigger man’s chest. “Yep, it’s sounding b-better, Thomas.” He glanced up
and grinned broadly at the expression on Thomas’ handsome face.
Thomas was utterly perplexed by this move. “What are you talking about?”
“My grandmother always said an unburdened heart beats stronger,” the
young man explained. Laughing merrily, Galen skipped off down the trail,
leaving Thomas to follow at his own pace. He kept looking back over his
shoulder, expecting the man to pick up on the game and chase him.
Thomas was momentarily shocked by Galen’s words, but he realised that he
shouldn’t be. This young man was very perceptive and wise for his years so it
should come as no surprise that he had picked up on Thomas’ mood change since
he’d cast his letter out to sea.
“Come on, Thomas, catch me if you can!” Galen shouted.
Realising he was being left behind, Thomas took off after his young
love. “You’ll not escape me so easily,” he joked as he caught up with Galen.
Then passing him, he ran on towards the site. “But can you catch me?” he
laughed.
Galen accepted the challenge and picked up speed. The two of them
arrived at the site together, breathless and exhilarated. They stopped to look
at the large foundation with its nearly completed planking.
“Well what do you think so far?” Thomas asked, knowing Galen would be
surprised with the progress and size of the building.
Galen’s eyes widened as he took in all that had been accomplished since
he’d last seen it. He looked up at Thomas, his eyes sparkling with delight.
“When w-will it b-be finished?”
“If all goes according to plan, we can move in by the end of September,”
the older man replied with a smile.
“Gosh, if Aiden w-would wait a b-bit longer then he, Larry and Spyke
could get m-married in it. B-but they want to get hitched next m-month.” Both
men had cause to remember that the original wedding date had been delayed due
to Kelby’s passing.
“Yes, I think they are anxious to do so. But you are right; it would be
a wonderful place to be married in,” Thomas slowly replied as he tried to think
of the right words to say next. “Galen, I’d like to talk to you about something
very important to me.”
Galen opened his mouth to comment but saw Thomas hesitating and waited
expectantly for what the man had to say.
“Actually it’s more someone very important to me rather than something;
that someone being you.” He drew in a long breath while searching his heart for
the right way to do this.
“Important? Me?”
Thomas took Galen’s hand and falling down to one knee, he smiled up at
the brightly shining eyes before him. “Yes, you! You see my head has suddenly
come to realise what my heart has known for some time now; that you, Galen
Manara, have filled it with joy. I’ve fallen in love with you, Galen, and if
you will have me, I’d like you and me to be the first to be married in this
lodge.”
Galen mouth dropped and for a moment he was speechless. “For real?” he
whispered, afraid to think he might not have heard correctly or that he’d
misinterpreted the movement of Thomas’ lips.
“For real, my love, if it is what you want,” Thomas replied, kissing the
hand he held.
“Yes, yes, Thomas, it is what I w-want.” Galen could hardly speak over
the lump in his throat.
Thomas stood and pulled his beloved into his arms and pressed his lips
to Galen’s in a deep kiss. “I love you,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.
Galen leaned into the kiss. He wanted more, knew there must be more yet
wasn’t sure what that ‘more’ was. He only knew he felt bereaved when Thomas
ended the kiss.
“You’ve made me very happy, Galen, and I promise to do my very best to
make our lives together just as happy,” Thomas promised and then gave his new
fiance another kiss. “I’d like to discuss a few things with you though, so we
both know where we’re going and what we want from all of this.”
“I don’t w-wanna just talk, Thomas. I w-want m-more action,” Galen
pleaded.
Thomas laughed. “Action?” he asked. “And just what kind of action do you
have in mind?”
“W-well, it sure doesn’t involve a lot of chatting and it m-means taking
off our clothes.” Galen smirked up at the older man.
Though prepared for this,
Thomas hadn’t expected it quite so soon. “Galen, there is nothing on
this earth I want more than to make love to you. However, that is a big step
and not one to be rushed into. I know this is going to sound terribly old-fashioned
to you, but I want us to wait until we are married,” the older man replied,
trying to convey his seriousness.
Galen leaned closer and stared into Thomas’ eyes. In a serious voice of
his own, he stated. “Ya know, Thomas, doing it to yourself p-pales after a
while.”
Thomas cringed slightly. This lad was nothing if not forthright. He drew
a bracing breath. “I know it’s not easy, Galen, but I also know you’ve never
been with another man and I want our first time together to have a deep and
special meaning. I think that if we can both be patient; in the end we’ll be
happy we waited.”
Galen sighed but relented. “Okay, I trust you. If you say it’s b-best to
w-wait and you’re sure it will b-be w-worth it, then I’ll try to be p-patient like
you ask.”
“Thank you. Galen. I just want us to have the best of everything and
that includes our love life. There are so
many things I want for us to share and I’d like to hear about all the things
that you want as well,” Thomas enthused.
“Okay. B-but, Thomas, while we’re w-waiting, can we do other things?”
There were times when Galen could be rather tenacious.
“Other things; such as?” Thomas was almost afraid to hear the answer
“W-well, touchy-touchy kinda things like cuddling and kissing...I really
like kissing.” Galen smiled. He secretly suspected Thomas liked it too.
“I also like kissing,” Thomas readily admitted as he leaned in to
demonstrate, pressing his lips firmly onto the soft moist ones before him. “And
cuddling,” he mumbled while wrapping his arms around the lithe body. He pulled
back a moment later. “However, I don’t want the touchy-touchy going too far, so
we need to go easy. Okay?”
Galen rolled his eyes. “Alright, w-we’ll take it easy.” He wasn’t overly
happy with the decision, yet strangely enough he liked the idea of Thomas being
in charge. “Papa w-was the head of his household and Pappous b-before him. W-will
you b-be the head of ours, Thomas?”
“That was one of the things I
wanted to talk to you about. I feel that the direction we took with our
friendship should continue into our marriage. We would continue to have rules
that we agree upon and consequences if they are broken. It will always be with
your consent and all decisions will take your feelings into account. But yes, I
want to be head of our household. Is that something that you would be happy
with?”
“Yes.” Galen nodded. “It’s what I w-want too.” The young man had already
experienced too many unsettling changes in his young life and relished the
feeling of security such a marriage would give him.
“I promise to love you and care for you to the best of my ability all
the rest of my life. I am an old-fashioned man who believes a family needs one
person in charge to keep things going smoothly and I’m glad you are happy to go
along with that.”
“I am happy, Thomas, honest.” Galen let out a blissful sigh and smiled
contentedly.
Thomas felt so relieved that Galen wanted the same things he did. Now if
he could only get them through the next two and a half months until their
wedding.
TBC….
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