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Chapter One

The group of them lined up in a straight row and stared at it. Except for Joshua. He was passed out in the truck. The brown house stared back at its new family. It was over eighty years old. It had seen the supernatural impossibilities, it had felt anger and love and grief and joy to the belly of its structure. It was not pretty. It was pretty fucking plain. There was no paint on the wood, the windows were dirty, and the porch had a swing that was crooked. Leaves and green covered one side of the house making it look like the forest surrounding the clearing was slowly invading. The lawn had been cut recently but because Magnolia had asked the lawyer to set that up while she got them lined up to get out of Denver. There were no toys or anything in the yard. The dirt road that led to the house wasn't even gravel. They had passed the exit path that led to the house three times. It was on a longer, windy road and hidden by trees.

The Uley's were having an off day.

Usually they were loud, usually they were all over the place.

But they had spent the past week traveling from Denver to this house. They had stopped at every state line (like tradition) and taken pictures, they had bribed their father for the camper that he used and camped out instead of using hotels, and they were a little familiar with each other. This wasn't what had them quiet.

It was that the Uley's (despite living in a camper a good amount of their childhood) weren't...nature people. They parked their camper in parking lots and abandoned warehouses. Or people's yards. Or alleys. There was that one time when they parked on a Fairground. When they traveled – yes – they parked in camping sights. But never like...permanently.

They stared at a chopping block with an ax stuck in it.

"I think we have to chop wood." Alby whispered loudly. "Can I do it?!"

"No." Maggie, Cash, and Sunny said in time together. Even Jackson seemed alarmed a little.

The silence was broken by their tired chuckles.

It had been six months since that late January day when they got the news that they had had a Grandma who left them a house. Six months she had been working her fingers to an even farther state of work than before. Taking more hours at the club saving up money, learning the ropes of transferring her dancing to the web-cam so she could have some sort of income going in, getting the kids ready to move out of State. She was tired, had been tired for months, but she was here. And there weren't words.

Except that there were.

She knew the facts of the house. They all did. Three bedrooms, it was eighty years old, and had been in the Uley family for generations. She had tentatively asked if there were other Uley's in La Push and the lawyer said Clara (her Grandma) had other children and quickly changed the subject. She didn't press.

She gave herself and them a year. This house was a chance. It was all hers. No one could evict them from it. No rent to pay just utilities, a property tax, and the kids.

No rent. No mortgage. That right there was plain relief in itself. She had to be realistic though. Four kids was still four kids. The money they got from her siblings various generous family members helped out a little but most of it was on her. They had left everything behind to do this.

One year living in this house. Seeing if life could be different for them.

If not, they'd go back to Denver.

She tapped her heel boots together and snapped to it.

"Let's get ourselves inside." Maggie announced, stepping forward, juggling the baby on her hip.

The group of them filed up onto the porch and waited for Cash to find the keys and open the front door. It was a sturdy house. That was for sure. It had been well maintained over the years. They had been in some bad houses and there a sense of solidness about the plain wooden structure. Although, it could use a coat of paint.

The inside was bare except for a rocking chair and some tribal art work...a rug or two. She expected this. They had their furniture packed together in moving van they had rented. It had taken a small caravan to get here. They had their van – an old orange conversion van that they had since she had managed to pass a drivers exam (it was a long story) and had the money to buy them a vehicle. They had hitched the camper to the back of it and the moving trailer to her Dad's sainted truck.. It was like a goddamn parade.

Joshua had let them use his camper for a small price and had spent a majority of the trip drinking and looking more miserable than ever. They had learned to ignore him. Such as now – he was passed out in his truck. And they were exploring his childhood home which was now their new homes. Some fathers might take the opportunity to say 'oh yes, this is where Mom used to read me stories' or 'this is where I learned to ride a bike'. Or something like that. Nope. Joshua was plastered against the window of his truck reeking of whiskey and stale cigarettes.

The house itself was ready for a family. At least, that's what Maggie told herself to ease off her own nerves. When you walked into the house you were immediately greeted with the sight of stairs and a living room-type space. It had a fireplace. The rocking chair was beside it as was a rug. In the back, through a large entry way was the kitchen. It was not painted, like the rest of the house it was left natural, and had all the appliances.

She knew from the lawyer that they were there but it was still a relief to see them, touch them, ensure that they were real. The sink had a window to the back of the clearing. There was no fence, which worried her, but she liked being able to keep an eye on the kids. The back door was also in the kitchen leading out to a small back patio-type structure.

This was a kitchen she could like. This was a kitchen she could see herself making lunches and serving up weekend pancakes.

There was a was a wood burning fire stove. Like the kind out of a Little House On The Prairie re-run. Why they needed a wood burning fire-stove and a fireplace was a little beyond her. It just seemed like a recipe to burn the house down but she figured they could use one to heat the house. That is...if Cash could chop wood...Maggie made a mental note to ask him to try it out when the younger kids were too busy to get themselves hurt watching him.

"It has a pantry!"

Maggie peaked in behind Sunny and saw rows and rows of shelving. "I don't know what we're going to put in here. We'll never have enough food to fill it."

They turned and she ran a hand over the counter. Dusty. The fridge good. The stove was in need of a cleaning. Everything needed to be cleaned before they did like actual living. But it...she smiled despite herself. Despite all of the things she had yet to do and all the uncertainty – this was HER house.

Their house, of course, but like technically hers. It was in her name.

There was another staircase to the second floor through the kitchen and a small laundry room beside it. She wrinkled her nose. They had brought their old/new set from the house since they had bought it. It was a hope that they could sell it and use the ones in the house but it looked pretty old. She bounded up the stairs, Jackson grabbing at her hoop earrings, and looking bright-eyed around at his new home. She kissed his soft forehead and rocked him back and forth as they explored around. Three bedrooms that were bigger than they had ever lived in.

"I think there's an attic." Cash said looking up at a latch in the ceiling of the hallway. He pulled on it and a ladder came down. He climbed it quickly and coughed as he shook his head and stepped back down. "Yea, not gonna happen anytime soon."

"That bad?"

"I think there are more webs up there than in a cave or somethin'." He said shaking his head and letting the ladder rise back up into the ceiling.

Cash leaned against the wall and rummaged in his leather jacket pocket for his smoke and lighter. He said he was going down to half a pack a day but he never did. She studied her brother for a moment, tilting her head, and running her hand through her messy, brown hair. He had left his girl, Shontelle, and his life to follow her here. She wished she could say that she had some parental hold on him. But she had been a stripper and supporting four kids at his age and he had been her rock, been her person for too long for her to have some say over how he lived his life. She had raised him but they had both grown up way to fast. And they were the same that way. Both came from the same mother, same father. He was the first person who had ever loved her. For a long time she was the only one who loved him. That sort of had a bonding affect.

That and she was big enough to say her sixteen year old brother was her best friend.

Cash bit the cigarette between his teeth and lit it.

"Down! Down!" Jackson wanted but she couldn't give. Not until this house was Jackson proof. Completely.

"We need a fucking list." She groaned as they pounded down the stairs.

Alby and Sunny were poking at the wood-burning stove.

"Don't you'll burn yourself or something." She said, passing Jackson off to Sunny. "Uley's, I need your non-divided attention!"

"I think you mean undivided." Alby said.

"Same thing. Don't be a meanie." Sunny pinched his arm.

"Fuck, that hurt!" Alby whined pinching her back.

"Knock it the fuck off." Cash stated coolly, leaning against the bannister of the stairs. Sunny ran up to him and grabbed his hand, like she liked to, and stood next to him.

"Okay, I need everyone's focus today. We've got to clean this bitch up before we can move any of the furniture or our boxes in."

"Seriously?" Alby complained.

"Yes, seriously."

"Alby and Ariel find the cleaning supplies, Sunny watches Jackson – don't let him put anything in his mouth or fall or do anything...at all...and me and Cash will switch the camper with the moving trailer in case Joshua decides to wake up and drives off with all of our shit – so make sure the camper is cleaned out of all your stuff...NOW GO!"

XXXXXXXX

It was like everything snapped.

Like a rubber band. Like everything snapped right into place and they didn't even know it was bad. That it wasn't in the right shape. Because it had felt good, it had felt fine, it had felt normal. As normal as a pack of shapeshifting werewolves could be. But three years ago when Jacob took command, when Jacob took his rightful place as Alpha of both Packs...uniting them once again...

...it had been like a snap.

It almost felt cruel. All of that hard-work, all of that trauma, all that weight that had fallen on Sam's shoulder seemed belatedly cruel. He had earned Alpha, he was still dominant – even now...but dear fucking God...he wasn't the right Alpha. He wasn't the born Alpha. And when Jacob stepped in, when he made the call to merge the Packs...it had all become so much clearer. Who they were, what they were...it had always been known but now it was...it was much clearer.

It had been three years since the Pack split, since Bella came home pregnant with a half-vampire child. It had been three years since Jacob had split only to come back after to force Sam down. It hadn't been pretty. It had been pretty fucking awful. They had been at it for days. A week.

It wasn't Sam's fault.

It wasn't his fault that he had been Alpha. It wasn't his fault that he had been the first to change and the first to take on the rest. It wasn't his fault that Jake had been a tormented teenager who didn't want to phase in the first place when he changed and left him to be Alpha. It wasn't his fault that he was a Alpha, through and through, and his will was so dominate that it took a true Alpha to rip it away from him, to show him that yes...maybe it would be better different. It was...so damn complex.

Ties to the Pack, ties to each other, ties that bind. They rewound and redid the ties and when it was done. The Pack was restructured and their Alpha was standing there. Waiting for them. And they were united.

You could think that Sam would have been exiled, a pariah, or that it would at least would have been awkward. But it wasn't. Well, a little awkward. But he was Pack. He was their brother. He was brother, wolf, Pack. That meant more than past. History that was neither Jake or Sam's fault.

Over the years his dominance slipped as others came up. Sam finally married Emily. Leah was not a bridesmaid. Instead she left with her beloved Alpha's blessing and hadn't come back. Sam had let himself be okay with that. Emily hadn't. But that was how she was. Trying to make everything better when she couldn't fix it.

Sam was a strong member, a necessary and vital member of the Pack. He was part of them. But he was no longer Alpha, he was no longer Beta, and he felt good about that.

All he wanted now was to slowly phase out of the Pack, be a good husband to Emily, and live out his life in the peace and quiet of La Push. The phasing out wasn't going to happen until Emily got pregnant. That's what they agreed. A baby was as good as any reason to phase out, until then...he'd stay and help train up the younger generation.

He didn't expect for the one person he hated most, the one person he figured had died in a ditch a long time ago, to show up after twenty two years of a disappearing act.

No one did.

And no one in hell would have guessed what came after that.

XXXXXXX

"Bambbiiiii..."

The rough voice slurred and 'Bambi' rolled over from her sleeping position on her stomach and stared up at her father.

"Joshua, what the fuck? I was sleepin'." She complained burying her head in her pillow. Bambi was Magnolia, Bambi was her stripper name. Joshua had gotten a kick once he had found out and had called her that ever since. She liked to keep Bambi separate from Magnolia but she knew better than to argue with her father about it. You had to pick your battles...sometimes.

Magnolia was sleeping on a sleeping bag in her newly cleaned room. They had spent their first day cleaning up the house and making sure that it was Jackson-proof before they moved anything in. They were used to sleeping in sleeping bags and camping trailers. So it wasn't that big of a deal. She was just bone tired because...well..

It was fucking too quiet in La Push. No cars, no trains, no buses, loud music passing by, cars backfiring, gun shots, or voices yelling. Just...nature. And it was unnerving. She ended up scrambling through their shit at one am and hooking up a radio to play while she slept. Maggie felt and reached for her pack and leaned against her elbow as she bit it between her teeth and lit it with her lucky lighter.

"What do you want, Joshua?" She groaned. "I haven't even had my coffee yet? Where are the kids? What the fuck time is it?"

"Hell I know. I need to talk to you."

She glared up at him with sleep in her eyes. "Talk."

He took a swig from his lucky whiskey flask and shook his head as it went down. "Naw, I gotta talk to you like...face to face."

"This is face to face."

"Privately."

"I don't see anyone around."

"Just fucking put some clothes on and meet me outside." He stalked out of the room running his hand through his hair with frustration.

She watched him with muted amusement. What the hell was bothering him?

Magnolia shimmied out of the sleeping bag she had coveted and ignored her father's yelling as she stumbled into the bathroom and showered awake, throwing on whatever clothes she had nearest, and finished her smoke between. The kids were hanging out on the deck eating bowls of cereal and nursing coffee and juice. Jackson was on Sunny's lap drinking from his Spiderman sippy cup.

"What time is it?" She asked as she pulled a band through her tousled damp hair.

Alby checked his phone. "Ten fifteen a.m."

Maggie ran her eyes over the kids and saw that Cash was missing.

"Where's Cash?"
"He's in the laundry room setting up the washing machine and dryer."

She was impressed. Kids up and eating, laundry room being set up, and she had only been up for like twenty minutes.

Joshua was not impressed. "Come on, we gotta go."

"Where?" She insisted, tilting her head and putting a hand on her hip.

He shrugged non-commitedly. "I gotta talk to you."

"You're not getting any money."

"You need a job, right?" He said suddenly, completely ignoring her comment.

Maggie studied him for a moment, nodding slowly. "Yea, I was planning on looking once we got settled."

"Well, I maybe got somethin' for ya. Just get in the damn truck, Bambi."

She exchanged glances with her kids before stepping off the porch and rubbing her hands against her arms. It was nippy. It was barely August and it wasn't even what she'd considered warm. Of course she was wearing a flimsy cropped shirt that hung off of her.

"I got my phone on me, Cash is in charge, start loading in the beds if you can." She ordered as she followed him to his truck.

They saluted and watched them silently as they pulled out of the drive and onto the main road. Without a jolt of caffeine or food in her she wasn't in any mood for his shit. So she turned the radio up and huddled on her side of the truck trying to wake up before he took her to wherever he was taking her.

She didn't fucking care how great a job this was – if there even was a job – she was too tired to dance in front of some skanky ass small-town strip joint-pimp. She figured she'd have to eventually but there was an art of mental preparation you had to do. And it wasn't right after you rolled out of a sleeping bag.

They drove for about fifteen minutes until they were out of the La Push border and heading back into the neighboring town of Forks. He turned into a lot surrounding a closed bar and parked in a handicap parking spot.

"We're not supposed to park here."

"It's closed, no one's gonna fucking care." Joshua replied. "Get out, I want you to meet someone."

She hopped out of his truck and slammed the door shut, following him into the joint. According to the un-lit sign it was called "Three Sheets". Clever for a small town joint.

From what she could surmise it probably covered La Push and Forks in the ways of bars.

"Is this the only bar in town?"

"There's a Sports Bar and Grill but it's not our kind of scene, Bambi." Joshua explained as he pushed open the door and walked into the dimly lit bar.

"And this is?" She questioned, wondering what he was meaning.

The chairs were still up and the only person in the bar was slumped over it, passed out, and most likely drooling (from her experience, they always drooled). The bar was a classic bar with dark walls lined with random photos and tables scattered around. There was a pool table, a dart board, and a jukebox..

A crusty, thin woman with fake red hair and ink on her wrist ambled out with a cup of coffee and a annoyed expression. "I thought I kicked your sorry ass outta here last night, Uley."

"Looking good, Mabel."

"Fuck off, deadbeat."

Maggie raised her brow and looked at the woman with curiosity. The woman matched her gaze and raised her brow too.

"This Bambi?"

"Yep."

Magnolia interjected. "Actually Bambi's my stage name. My real name is Magnolia – he just likes to forget."

The woman raised her brow. "You didn't mention she was a stripper."

"Why else would I have a name like that?" Maggie shot back.

The woman shook her head and smirked. "Well, then...Bambi...what do you got in the way of experience?"

"I gotta number of a bar in Denver. Bartended for a year there...officially. Ask for Joe. Tell him your askin' for a reference for Maggie." She walked over to the bar and picked up a napkin, scribbling a number and a name on it and passed it over to the woman. Her stomach was growling, she was growing more suspicious of Joshua by the minute, and yet...she really needed to line something up – anything up.

"How many hours are you available?"

"I got four kids to take care of so I can only do a three or so late nights a week. But I'm good for every afternoon and I'm alright with evenings."

"I have a rowdy crowd that comes in here – pent up loggers, fishermen comin' back from sea, that kind – you good for rough? We get the kind that the clean and friendly sports bar kicks out or has banned."

"I'm a stripper from Denver." Maggie replied flatly. "I'm not promising I'm some sort of drunk-whisperer or whatever...but I can handle myself."

"Come around here and make this fine gentlemen an Alabama Slammer for his breakfast." Mabel said, tilting her head in the direction of the passed out patron on the bar. He didn't move.

Not even when Magnolia went behind the bar and after a moment studying the bar and the layout began to fix him an Alabama Slammer. Maggie couldn't read very well and there was probably a lot about her head and learning that she needed to fix someday. But...she could do her liquor. She had grown up around it. It was one of the few things that she knew for sure. She knew her liquor. She knew her drinks.

So she fixed and Alabama Slammer and slapped Joshua's hand away when he made a grab for it because he wasn't allowed to have Vodka – it made him mean. It made Mabel laugh and nod her head.

"When do you want to start?"

"Um...next week?"

"Fill out this paperwork," Mabel reached under the bar and gave her a packet of information. "And run it over to me before you start so I can file it."

She tried to take it from Mabel but Mabel held on to it. "I am not doing this for your Daddy, girl. He still owes me money from the early 90s. And he's got a bad reputation around these parts. But he says your taking care of your siblings and that I can respect. I've had trouble with flakey employees – I'll understand family emergencies but if I get a whiff of any funny business or you taking advantage of my good graces that'll be that and you'll be on your way. Hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am." She replied, Mabel let the paper slide from her hand. For a moment, even though they couldn't' be any more different, she was reminded of Sister Maria.

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Bambi." She returned.

Joshua piped in. "She can bring the kids in once in a while?"

Magnolia stilled for a second before whirling around and glaring and hissing at him. "What did you do?"

He blinked and shrugged lazily, but didn't look her in the eyes. "I'm just tryin' to be helpful here."
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're never helpful. What did you DO?"
He shifted from one foot to another before cocking his head in the direction of the door. "Let's get a bite to eat."

"Joshua fucking Uley, what did you do?" She practically wailed, not caring if she woke the drunk at the bar or ruined her impression in front of her new boss. This was ridiculous – he was never like this. The only way to get her Dad to 'fess up or do anything was to hound him like a dog. And she was good at that.

"Let's go get food and then we'll talk."
"I swear if someone is comin' after you for money again I'm gonna give you up this time. I mean it!" She hounded as she waved goodbye to her new boss and exited the bar. Despite her suspicion she was surprisingly grateful at Joshua for helping her find a job.

That had never, ever happened before. Like ever.

Meaning something was terribly wrong.

Maybe he was dying? Maggie realized that was too much to hope for and it was probably thugs looking to off him or something. She was glad she brought her handguns from Denver. She'd have to clean them tonight when the little kids went to bed.

Joshua didn't say a word but took her to a little diner in Forks and let her order breakfast. It was a lazy Sunday morning and she figured most people were at church. She made a mental note to find the local Catholic parish so she could get them back into Catechism. She was raising a future nun, after all. She studied her father for a moment. She knew that he didn't know or care that his youngest wanted to be a nun. He'd probably laugh and make her feel bad about it. Of course, she highly doubted that Sunny would take the vows. That whole celibacy thing was kind of a killer and Sunny was a Uley. She'd be all about the sex someday. Just hopefully way, way, way past the questionable age that Maggie had her experienced her own sexual debut.

"You going to tell me what this is all about or are we just going to sit here and stare at each other – thank you for helping me find that job, by the way – but I still want to know what the fuck is going on."

"You and those kids cuss more than fishermen." He muttered shaking his head.

"We learned it from you."

The waitress came and served them up their coffee. She gratefully poured two sugars and a creamer in it and started gulping. She wished she could light up. She usually had her morning cigarette with a cup of coffee. Instead she ordered a stack of pancakes and bacon to stock up fuel for the day.

Maggie chomped down on the pancakes and waited for Josh to hurry up and give her what he felt she needed to know.

"So. I have a wife and son in La Push."

Maggie blinked and slowly put down her fork. The table was bare except for the usual condiments including maple syrup. For a moment she had an honest debate with herself. Coffee – which was scalding hot and would be more gratifying. Or maple syrup. Her eyes rested across the diner on the sight of a police officer enjoying a cup of coffee. Coffee would mean possible arrest.

She went with syrup.

Maggie grabbed the maple syrup and flicked it harshly at him, glops of it splattered onto his hair and face and jacket. "YOU SAID YOU GOT FIXED!"

The diner silenced around them as the words flung out. She didn't care at that particular moment. Liar, liar pants on fire. What the fuck!? He got himself a fucking wife? His women were always fucking crazy so she'd be the one raising the kid. Her Mom was doing time for assault and battery (it should have been attempted murder), Sunny's Mom was on crack, and who knows where Alby's Mom was. There was a string of crazy with his fingerprints all over them across America and none of them were parent material. Whoever she was -

"I left them before I met your Mom."

She stared at him and slowly lowered the maple syrup without breaking her gaze. "What."

He shifted in his booth after wiping as much maple syrup off of him as possible and took out his flask and poured more whiskey into his coffee. "I haven't seen him since he was two. He's my firstborn."

She stared at him, another family? Before her?

"So you ditched your first family." She stated slowly, leaning back and feeling her usual sensation of disgust. She was...surprised but not shocked.

"When was the last time he saw you? Are they still in La Push?"

Joshua shrugged and took a long drag of his whiskey-spiked coffee. "I saw him at my Mama's funeral. That was first time I saw him since you were one."

"Have...does he know about your other kids?" Maggie quizzed, taking a sip of her coffee and jonesing for a drag. She tapped her tired, long fingers against the surface of the table booth.

Joshua didn't reply, he didn't like to talk about things. But she had been his daughter for twenty-one years. The sick part of their relationship was that she was probably his favorite. That's why he called her Bambi. He got a kick out of his oldest daughter. They used to be closer, when she was younger. Before she realized he was a selfish drunk. Which was why she was probably the only one who could get him to talk, to get things out of him.

"Joshua, seriously. I fucking dragged the kids across the country – if there's gonna be problems here I need to get it handled – like now."

"He's got like four years on you...think." He finally said. "...He met you when you were 'round one when your Mama left that first time. But I'm sure he don't remember it."

She leaned back and felt a headache form in the back of her neck. She rubbed her neck muscle and shook her head. "...'Kay...what's the damage here?"

He shrugged like he didn't know what she was talking about but she wasn't having it.

"Joshua, I wasn't playing before. What the fuck is the damage here? I just dragged four kids from their goddamn home - and unlike you I actually take my responsibilities to the kids seriously and care about their feelings – so what the fuck is the damage I'm dealing with? Whose this Sam? Is he going to give us trouble? I haven't been 'round these parts long but I sure as hell can tell that it's small-fucking-town and in small-fucking-towns it's hard to get away from people who got it in for you and your kids!"

He wasn't a dumb man he was just a selfish man.

"I don't know. I don't even know where he lives just that he's in La Push."

"His mother? Do you have any other family in La Push that I should know about?"

"Got a brother and a sister but they've moved on from La Push." Joshua explained taking a bite of his breakfast. She dug into her breakfast as her stomach rolled with hunger but she didn't let up on him. "He didn't want anything to do with me at the funeral and what I figure he was the one carin' for Ma when she died. I think he was expecting the house that she left you."

"How did your Mom know about us if you haven't been home in years?"

He shrugged. "I always kept in touch with her." For a moment she saw a flicker of remorse and then he lifted his flask to his lips and drank it away. "I came by when she told me she was sick and showed her a picture of you and the kids to cheer her up."

Maggie wondered how much he told his Mom about them. About his..what he had done to them. Or hadn't done.

Joshua didn't elaborate. Instead he shrugged. "She must have had that lawyer of hers track ya down in Denver."

That lawyer was going to get a very intense phone call from her.

"So the wife?"

"She got remarried a year ago to some trucker down in Tacoma."

She sighed and shook her head. "Okay, what the fuck."

Joshua didn't elaborate anymore.

She stared him down.

He decided to eat his breakfast and jilt her with the check by saying he forgot his wallet.

Maggie had a million and one things to do and she could add figuring out a long lost older brother into the mix. She didn't know how she was going to handle this one. Kid siblings – hell yea. She had been changing diapers and raising kids since she was four. Someone her own age or older? That was out of her league. As she paid and followed him out of the diner she realized that she had more than a lot to do. Maggie and had put everything they had in this move. They'd be here until at least she had the money to get them somewhere else.

As they rode back in silence she turned to Joshua and asked. "Do I gotta worry about this Sam?"

He was silent for a moment before tapping the steering wheel and saying out of the blue. "H-how...how about you take the camper? My gift to you and the kids. Free and clear...that way you have it...just you know...to have it. I got some money comin' in and was thinking about getting one of the RV's and that old camper is too old to get a good price on anyway."
She stared at him as her stomach sank.

They were in trouble if Joshua was giving them gifts.