Getting out of the truck he made his way up to the house to watch as his guest looked around the house in what he could only presume as awe which was strange considering the place hadnt been cleaned in god knows how long...he did have more important work to do and he only really used the place to sleep and maybe sometimes eat.
As she turned around to ask him a question one of his ranch hands came in trhough the door.
"Hey, boss. Betsy is down and the foul is coming. we need all the help we can get."
"I'm on my way" and in saying this he grabbed his stetson of the hat stand and was gone in the blink of an eye or so it appeared to Lita who for some reason felt that she had just been dismissed.
Smiling in pleasure she imagined what she could do with the place and rolling up her sleeves onthe borrowes shirt she silently argued with herself.
Surely Trowa wouldnt mind her doing a little cleaning, i mean she had to live her as well and she preferred that it be clean. And if that didnt work she could always do the never failed rountine of saying that she needed to earn her way if she wanted to feel comfortable.
Lita stopped suddenly. That had sounded way to familiar, as if she had said it before...somewere....
She opened her eyes slowly and if anybody had looked in her eyes they would have seen all the frustration and pain this curse on her was causing.
With work came the blessed relief, that she could do something for herself and for a while she forgot why she was here and merly concentrated on the cleaning and cooking.
It was over four hours before anyone came in to check on her and when they came in they stumbled to a stop in the door way.
The table was covered with food of all sorts and the place was clean. The table which easily sat fifteen large working men was filled with food that smelled divine and it was with an embarressed shrug as the people stomachs behind him started to grumble that he went in himself and sat at the head of the table.
The woman was no were in sight,a nd for some strange reason it felt strange to sit down to a meal without here there...even though he had only known her for such a little time.
He knew that this was her work, even though on occassion one of his friends wives did come over to cook for the men, none of them cleaned up. According tot hem it was there way of paying them for cooking, they do the work and the men who ate it cleaned up.
It had been working well until Quatra had gotten a secretary who had the hots for him. She made herself avaible at every turn and turned the woman away from cooking here for th simple reason that none of them could stand being in the same room as her.
And somehow she always managed to come down here in the evening for some insignifigant reason, which meant that for the last two weeks they had been depending on barbeque, the only thing they could actually cook.
As the men sat down her went looking for her in thehouse but could find no sign of her. Sighing in irrratation he sat down with his men and said grace for the food and began to eat.
He fialed to notice the Woman looking in through the window from the porch, who was quiet proud of herself. She had found a way to pay for her stay here even though she had no money.
Sitting back she set the porch swing in motion with a gentle twitch of her foot against the floor boards.
It was so peaceful here...and with a small yawn she was fast asleep.
She never noticed the little visitor making its bed right beside were she slept.
An hour later as everybody went back to there respective beds after cleaning up after themselves, a worried Trowa made his way out onto the porch. He hadnt seen her since he had left to check the foaling mare...and he admitted he was worried.
She couldnt remember who she was, how was she going to surviv if she got lost or injured on the farm. Anything could happen to her, she could be bittin by a snake or attacked by a coyote or....
Just as he was working himself up into a lather soneone made a movement and he noticed this from the corner of his eye.
Walking over to the swing, he starred in amusement at the woman who had nearly sent him out on to the farm to look for her.
Realsing that she wasnt gogin to wake up anytime soon, he reached down and placing an arm behind her back and one under her leg he lifted her and not even sweating brought her to her room on the second floor.
She never woke up, not even when he took of her boots and jacket.
Placing the covers over her, he bend down and kissed her on the forhead as he would do of she had been a child and walked out of the room closing the door gently behind him.
Lita's only reaction to this was to twist gently under the blankets and fall back asleep....
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Sweet isnt he....anyway next chapter up soon...
i know he slightly out of character but see there is a valid reason for this, he hasnt been fighting snce he was young so he never took the different name or lost his memory...he is and has been since birth known who he was...Trowa Barton. Nobody else..
just to clear it up if anybody is thinking they a bit out of character...
anyway
review
laters
willow1986
As she turned around to ask him a question one of his ranch hands came in trhough the door.
"Hey, boss. Betsy is down and the foul is coming. we need all the help we can get."
"I'm on my way" and in saying this he grabbed his stetson of the hat stand and was gone in the blink of an eye or so it appeared to Lita who for some reason felt that she had just been dismissed.
Smiling in pleasure she imagined what she could do with the place and rolling up her sleeves onthe borrowes shirt she silently argued with herself.
Surely Trowa wouldnt mind her doing a little cleaning, i mean she had to live her as well and she preferred that it be clean. And if that didnt work she could always do the never failed rountine of saying that she needed to earn her way if she wanted to feel comfortable.
Lita stopped suddenly. That had sounded way to familiar, as if she had said it before...somewere....
She opened her eyes slowly and if anybody had looked in her eyes they would have seen all the frustration and pain this curse on her was causing.
With work came the blessed relief, that she could do something for herself and for a while she forgot why she was here and merly concentrated on the cleaning and cooking.
It was over four hours before anyone came in to check on her and when they came in they stumbled to a stop in the door way.
The table was covered with food of all sorts and the place was clean. The table which easily sat fifteen large working men was filled with food that smelled divine and it was with an embarressed shrug as the people stomachs behind him started to grumble that he went in himself and sat at the head of the table.
The woman was no were in sight,a nd for some strange reason it felt strange to sit down to a meal without here there...even though he had only known her for such a little time.
He knew that this was her work, even though on occassion one of his friends wives did come over to cook for the men, none of them cleaned up. According tot hem it was there way of paying them for cooking, they do the work and the men who ate it cleaned up.
It had been working well until Quatra had gotten a secretary who had the hots for him. She made herself avaible at every turn and turned the woman away from cooking here for th simple reason that none of them could stand being in the same room as her.
And somehow she always managed to come down here in the evening for some insignifigant reason, which meant that for the last two weeks they had been depending on barbeque, the only thing they could actually cook.
As the men sat down her went looking for her in thehouse but could find no sign of her. Sighing in irrratation he sat down with his men and said grace for the food and began to eat.
He fialed to notice the Woman looking in through the window from the porch, who was quiet proud of herself. She had found a way to pay for her stay here even though she had no money.
Sitting back she set the porch swing in motion with a gentle twitch of her foot against the floor boards.
It was so peaceful here...and with a small yawn she was fast asleep.
She never noticed the little visitor making its bed right beside were she slept.
An hour later as everybody went back to there respective beds after cleaning up after themselves, a worried Trowa made his way out onto the porch. He hadnt seen her since he had left to check the foaling mare...and he admitted he was worried.
She couldnt remember who she was, how was she going to surviv if she got lost or injured on the farm. Anything could happen to her, she could be bittin by a snake or attacked by a coyote or....
Just as he was working himself up into a lather soneone made a movement and he noticed this from the corner of his eye.
Walking over to the swing, he starred in amusement at the woman who had nearly sent him out on to the farm to look for her.
Realsing that she wasnt gogin to wake up anytime soon, he reached down and placing an arm behind her back and one under her leg he lifted her and not even sweating brought her to her room on the second floor.
She never woke up, not even when he took of her boots and jacket.
Placing the covers over her, he bend down and kissed her on the forhead as he would do of she had been a child and walked out of the room closing the door gently behind him.
Lita's only reaction to this was to twist gently under the blankets and fall back asleep....
************************************************************************************************
Sweet isnt he....anyway next chapter up soon...
i know he slightly out of character but see there is a valid reason for this, he hasnt been fighting snce he was young so he never took the different name or lost his memory...he is and has been since birth known who he was...Trowa Barton. Nobody else..
just to clear it up if anybody is thinking they a bit out of character...
anyway
review
laters
willow1986