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Lonestar
Ch. 4
Hutch carried Starsky into the house and laid him on the couch.
"Hola Señor Hutchison."
"Hola Catalina." Hutch said smiling at his fantastic cleaning lady. She walked over to the couch and looked down at Starsky.
"El Señor enfermo?" she asked, looking at Hutch sadly.
"Si, Catalina, he is very sick."
"What his name?"
"David Starsky."
"Hola David." Catalina said kissing Starsky on the cheek.
"He must eat mucho."
"Si." Hutch said smiling at her. If any one could get Starsky's weight up Catalina could. She loved to feed everybody didn't matter if you wanted to eat or not. She wanted to feed you.
Catalina moved to Cooper town from Mexico. She came here with her husband and her five children about four years ago. Two years ago her husband was shot and killed by a rancher before Hutch became the Sheriff. Since then Catalina supported her children by cleaning houses and taking care of people.
"I must go." Catalina said walking toward Hutch.
"You good Hombre." She said kissing him on the cheek.
"Gracias." Hutch said walking her to the door.
"Adiós, Catalina." Hutch said.
"Adiós Ken, Adiós David." Hutch watched as she climbed into her beat up car and drove away.
"Hey Starsky." Hutch said walking back to the couch. He found himself looking at a pair of big blue empty eyes.
"Babe, it's me Hutch. Can you look at me?" Hutch said kneeling by the couch. Starsky eyes stared off into space.
"Guess you're not ready yet are ya Babe. Well, when you are let me know. I'll be here." Hutch whispered.
"We better get you cleaned up and ready for dinner. By the smell of it Catalina made us some delicious chicken soup."
An hour later Hutch was laying Starsky back on the couch. Starsky smelled of baby powder and shampoo. His eyes were closed once again falling asleep in the middle of the bath. Hutch wiped his reddened eyes with his hand trying not to think of scars on Starsky's chest.
Hutch got a bowl of chicken soup and came back to Starsky.
"Hey Starsky. Time to wake up." Hutch said shaking him softly. A minute later Starsky's eyes slowly came open.
"There you are. I got you some chicken soup that Catalina made." Hutch lifted a spoon to Starsky's mouth and gently pushed it against his lips, "Open up."
Hutch smiled when Starsky's mouth open and Hutch slipped the spooned in. Hutch was able to get about 10 spoonfuls in before Starsky closed his eyes yet again.
"Guess its time for bed." Hutch picked him up and carried Starsky into his bedroom.
"You get my bedroom, Starsky. I'm going to start building a second room onto this place soon." Hutch laid the Starsky underneath the blankets.
"Good night babe. Tomorrow I'll take you on a tour of the ranch." Hutch kissed Starsky on the forehead and turned off the light.
The phone started ringing when Hutch walked out of the room.
"Hello." Hutch said answering the phone.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" A voice shouted over the ear piece.
"Huggy?"
TBC