Winter's Refuge
Chapter Fifty
JED 'KID' CURRY
When I finally got home, I was too tired to tell Heyes or Chrissy what happened to Price. Chrissy had tried to wait up but was sleepin' in the overstuffed upholstered chair by a dyin' fire. Heyes must have been waitin' up, too, and heard me open the gate. I saw a flash of light from inside the house as the front curtain was pushed aside and then Heyes opened the front door. Ken appeared from the barn in his pants and long johns, and I knew the gate had woken him, too. I waved and said, "Sorry," and he turned, stretched, and went back to bed. I was sorry to disturb him but glad he and Heyes had heard the gate. It made me feel my family was a bit safer. On my way up Old Cummings Road, I had put a sign on the smithy that said, "SORRY CLOSED TODAY. COME BACK TOMORROW."
I could hear Heyes mumblin' something, not the alphabet, maybe he was recitin' some poem. Whatever it was, he was keepin' his thoughts to himself. "Chrissy left your dinner on the stove," he said quickly, all in one breath.
I walked that way but couldn't eat. I took a piece of the chicken and the roll and made a sandwich. The image of Price's pierced face kept appearin' in my mind. The suddenness of his death made me think how quickly death can claim anyone.
Heyes kept mumblin', standin' across the kitchen from me, waitin' patiently. I realized he was waitin' for Price's answer.
"Accordin' to Price, the man said any sibling of Mark McWinters would do," I told him, mouth full of the dry roll and cold chicken.
He stopped mumblin'. I knew he wanted me to hear his thoughts. "Mark McWinters? Bobby Bell is their gunnie. Bobby Bell is the one that challenges men in the street and always wins. Bobby Bell is the one with the reputation. Thought the answer would be any of Bobby Bell's brothers would suffice. So, it must be someone Mark killed. He has killed during robberies if Bobby Bell isn't available...or if he's angry. Once Mark killed because he thought someone was laughing at him. I wrote down who killed during the robberies I read about. But I didn't check back to when they started robbing. Not sure all of them made the newspapers anyway."
"Heyes, stop! There's no way we can figure out who Mark has killed. There's too many. But we know that the man puttin' up the eye for an eye, sibling for a sibling bounty will take any of Mark's siblings. That enough for your plan?" I yawned. Tomorrow was a big day. My weddin' day and here I was so tired I wanted to sleep for days. I didn't sleep much in prison and less at the railroad camp. The heat and sweat are unbearable even at night and with your ankles shackled to the bottom of the bed, it's near impossible to get comfortable. Add that often your back had fresh lashes. We were worked so hard that most nights we collapsed into sleep when we laid down only to wake in a few hours from the heat. I didn't want to think about the railway camp. I wanted to think about the life I was startin' with Chrissy tomorrow.
I saw her sleepin' in the chair. It was comfortable for me and big enough to cradle her smaller frame easily.
"Chrissy darlin'."
Sleepy green eyes opened, blinkin'. "Good. Jed home safe." She stood up. "Tomorrow Jed go Three Birds first. Heyes drive wagon with Chrissy darlin'. You no see bride on weddin' day."
"Anything you want."
"Good. Night."
I remembered the catalogs in my saddlebag. Jeff let me take two of the four and said he needed them back in three days and was expectin' us to order something. I'd leave them on the table for her to find tomorrow mornin'
HEYES
It's confusing around here this morning. Chrissy told me the Kid can't see her before the wedding. She milked the cow and gathered the eggs while I kept watch for him. I cooked breakfast and she locked herself in her room to get ready. She'd bathed in the cold waters of the stream yesterday afternoon. The Kid is down there now. The water was cold yesterday, at this time in the morning it is icy. He took two towels with him but he's still going to be cold, very cold, when he returns. I stoked up the fire in the living room so he could stand there and get warm. I'd warn Chrissy if she left her room. I don't know what the big deal is. They're already married, this is just a blessing.
The Kid rushed into the living room when he came back from the stream. He looked blue. He was so cold. Shivering, he stood in front of the fire.
"Th...thanks for the w...w…warm fire, Heyes," he said before sneezing. He had a towel around his waist and was rubbing himself roughly with the other.
I keep my hand over my mouth. The lacerations on his back stood out from the cold water. I could barely see skin that hadn't been torn and scarred. I watched him sneeze again as I kept on eye out that Chrissy's door stays closed. We have talked about my prison experience but I haven't asked him what he went through. I only know what he's shared now and then. We need to sit down alone with some whiskey and talk. I forget he's readjusting to a free life also. Now he's sneezed again and I'm worried. The Kid gets sick in the cold every winter; sometimes I thought I was going to lose him to the grippe. But he's been in Arizona. Winters are not as cold in the desert, and he never mentioned getting sick. But now, that cold bath in the stream has given him the chills and I know what that can lead to.
I ran to his room. His clean long johns were laying on his bed. I grabbed them. With a quick look that Chrissy's door was still closed, I ran back to the living room. I held them in front of the fire so they would get warm. I needed both hands to warm the clothes so my thoughts came out. "Kid, you can't get sick. It's cold here. You haven't been in the cold for years. Were you sick in prison? I don't know that much about your time in prison. We need to talk. Sit down. Put these on. Don't get sick."
The Kid almost fell into the big chair by the fire. He started to put the warmed clothes on. "Heyes, say the alphabet or repeat that poem to yourself. I got to get myself ready. Need you to go to the blacksmith shop for me. You got the key to the back door. In the drawer of my table, there's a box. Bring it to me. It's the new ring I made Chrissy."
I was letting the alphabet run through my mind without thinking about it so I wouldn't say anything. "I'll get it now before I change."
"Thanks, partner. You always have my back," the Kid said. I smiled at him.
As I left for the smithy, I heard him sneeze then cough. There's so much going on right now, he can't be sick. So many of us depend on him for everything, we need him to be well. And with those cute babies coming, even more people depend on him. I tried to think of ways I could help him but so many of what he does, I can't do. He helps our neighbors every time they ask. I need to help him do that. I shouldn't be afraid of neighbors I know. I need to work on this.
JED 'KID' CURRY
I rode Winter's Glory to Frank's house, knowin' I was early. I wanted to ask Frank if he had any ideas who had killed Price. I had scouted from where I thought the shot had come from but saw nothin' in the comin' dark. Frank was goin' to ride out with his brother, Fred, this mornin' to see if they could find anything.
I took Winter's Glory Frank's stable in rear of his house before knockin' on their door. Frank, fully dressed for our weddin', was out there talkin' with his brother.
"Frank, Mayor Birde," I greeted them.
"Jed, we were just talking about you." Fred was at least ten years older than his brother, but I was bettin' he could be just as intimidatin'.
"Well, none of the bad stuff Frank said about me is true." I laughed and shook hands with each of them. Then I sneezed. I'd been feelin' congested since I washed in the icy stream this mornin'.
The mayor looked me up and down in what Chrissy had called my weddin' clothes. "Looking mighty dressed up, Mr. Curry. Today something special?" he asked.
I glanced at Frank who shook his head. He hadn't told his brother. My trust in Frank grew. I was thankful I heard Mrs. Beverly call Frank from the house. It allowed me to ignore the question.
Fred smiled at his brother. "Better go see what she wants; pregnant women are mercurial."
"Don't I know," Frank answered.
Fred's kids were grown, married and settled, l except Hortense.. He had married young. Frank was havin' his first child later in life.
Frank looked at me before going to his house. "Told Fred about Price. We rode out there, even went a mile further than where he was shot. Didn't see anything more in the light then you saw last night."
"Thanks."
"Jed, come on up to the house and say mornin' to Beverly. Maybe she'll be less fussy with company."
HEYES
Chrissy looks beautiful. She hadn't worn this dress before that I remember. We went in the side door of the church and met Mrs. Birde in the small meeting room behind the altar. I'm nervous coming to town without the Kid. When I left him, he was gargling hot water and swearing he was not going to get sick. I hope he doesn't.
I don't know many people here. I remember Price's words he yelled at the livery. He said we didn't belong here with good people. Maybe he's right. I'm not good people but I'm trying to be. Churches make me nervous. I haven't believed God cared about us since the day we found our families dead. Haven't prayed since we were forced to say the words at Valparaiso. But Chrissy believes. She wants her marriage blessed. Maybe today I'll pray but not for me, for the Kid and Chrissy and their kids.
The priest came back and talked to us. Mrs. Birde answered the questions for us. I kept my handkerchief up to my mouth and said the alphabet to myself. Father just looked confused and seemed relieved when we heard the main door to the church open. Mrs. Birde waddled over. "It's Mr. Curry and Frank. I think they need you out there, Mr. Heyes."
I panicked. I wasn't sure what I had to do or say. The priest was staring at me impatiently. Mrs. Birde took my arm and led me to the door. "Just go stand next to Mr. Curry," she whispered so the priest couldn't hear. In a louder voice she told me, "Tell Mr. Curry we're ready."
The Kid was waiting in front of the altar. I uncovered my mouth and said loudly, "They're ready," hoping that was all I needed to do. The Kid handed me the ring box. "When?" I asked.
"You'll know when."
The priest came and stood in front of us. I looked at him. I didn't want to look at the simple crucifix on the wall behind him. Churches make me nervous. I never remember standing this near the altar. The Kid sneezed and turned away from the priest. But that was all. He seems to be better than he was two hours ago.
Mrs. Birde entered. Her fluffy layered light blue dress made her pregnancy look less obvious. Chrissy followed a few steps behind her. The Kid took a deep breath when he saw her and smiled widely. It was a warm genuine smile that made everyone around him smile.
Chrissy stood next to him, looking at the priest. The wedding was quick. There was no sermon, no words of advice to the newlyweds. But then I know that they must already be married. I fell asleep last night thinking about my plan and forgot to try to remember their first wedding.
The Kid said, "I do," loud and clear like he wanted the whole world to hear. The priest asked about a ring and the Kid looked at me. I have the ring. I handed the box to the Kid. He took the ring out and handed the box back to me. I don't know what to do with the box. No one told me what to do with it. I'll just hold it until I can ask what to do with it. The priest is now talking to Chrissy and she hesitated before talking. I thought she'd say something like 'Chrissy darlin' does'. She didn't. She looked into the Kid's eyes and whispered, "I do."
The priest is in a hurry. He wants to get this finished. He blessed their union and says that they are now man and wife. Very loudly, Chrissy said, "Good!"
We followed the priest into the back room and signed the marriage license and we were done. It was quick, but I found myself with a tear in my eye that I wiped away quickly. The Kid was married. His marriage has been blessed and he is a pa with two kids. I couldn't help but think of the little boy that followed me around when we were young living on adjoining farms with our parents. I'm so happy for him.
"Beverly and me would like to have all of you at our house for a little celebration. She bought some special sweet rolls."
JED 'KID' CURRY
I'd asked Juan and Ken to move my and Chrissy's beds up to the master bedroom and push them together to form one big bed. I got dirty looks and resistance. I wanted to get Chrissy and tell them together we were getting married, but she had specifically said, 'Not Juan, not marshal.'
So, when they refused, I let it go. I think they believed I was gonna take advantage of Chrissy to make room for Lom and the people comin' with him. Hopefully they'd help us when we returned from Three Birds. The priest was obviously unhappy with our marriage even though I'd given him a big donation for his time, twice what Frank had suggested. The important thing was that Chrissy was happy and she was.
Heyes drove our wagon down the back road that led to Frank's house and Chrissy and I walked with the Birdes. She leaned into me. "Chrissy darlin' no bad girl now."
"You never were, darlin'. You just fell in love with a bad man," I said sadly.
Stoppin', she thought for a few seconds. "Jed very good man now." She smiled at me and took my arm tightly as we walked to the Birde's home. I heard her giggle and looked down to see her smilin'. "Quick here and go mercantile and go home," she said and then blushed bright red as she looked into my eyes. "Chrissy wants to be wife to Jed." I felt myself blush as I held her close to me.
LOM
My sister lives four miles outside of a small town named Crossroads. The town was aptly named as five roads converge there. They live in a nice three-bedroom secluded cottage that suits our needs perfectly. We needed somewhere secluded to hide Chrissy's babies. Lillian is my half-sister and fourteen years older than me. Growing up it was like I had two mothers. She never married, never had a family. And she's the only family I have left in this world. When I asked her to take care of Chrissy's babies, she agreed immediately. And she was the perfect surrogate mother.
To help her, I found Mrs. Sophia Clark, the older widow of a US Marshal. Her husband's job had kept him away from home for long weeks at a time. She raised three boys mostly by herself and was an efficient whirlwind. When her husband was ambushed and killed escorting a convict to prison, he left her well taken care of…and bored. She moved in with Lillian and the twins and was their only contact with the outside world. Twice a month she took their wagon into the town for supplies. The twins' lives were quiet, happy, safe, and away from the eyes of the newspapers. They had a cow, three outside cats, chickens, and two devoted ladies looking after them.
Then, Mrs. Clark sent me the telegram that Lily had a heart attack and could no longer take care of the children. She herself was older with arthritis in her knees and didn't feel she could take care of Lily and two active five year olds alone. I rode for three days to get here.
I didn't ask the Kid if I could bring Lillian there, I just told him we were coming. Later, when I asked if he minded me just assuming she'd be welcome, he gave me a blank look. "I'd be hurt if you thought to take her anywhere else."
Lillian was worse than I'd feared when I arrived. Mrs. Clark met me at the door with a warm hug and tears in her eyes. Lillian was sitting in a chair looking out the window. I glanced out the window as I approached her and saw the twins playing with a ball in the yard. They had grown. It had been almost a year since I saw them.
"Lily?"
She looked at me and smiled. Her fragile appearance shocked me. The ever-present intellect in her eyes was still there but dimmed.
"Lom! I'm so glad to see you." She raised thin arms to wrap me in a hug. I always felt comfort in her hugs. Now the comfort feels bittersweet knowing I'm losing her.
"I've come to take you and the babies with me."
I wasn't sure she heard me. She finally answered in a feeble voice. "They're growing so fast, aren't they?"
I held her hand and watched the kids play out the window. I'd resisted the urge to visit here often. This cottage was always warm and loving, but I was afraid I'd be trailed if I came here too often. I'd promised Chrissy her babies would always be safe.
"I'm taking you, and them, to their parent's ranch."
"You'll be there, too?"
"Yes, I'll stay as long as I can."
A burden seemed to be lifted from her shoulders and she squeezed my hand and smiled. "I only met Kid Curry once, but Martha seems very like her father."
"How?"
"She adores her brother, and they are inseparable. Michael has the ideas, most of them very creative but Martha changes them. Even as a toddler she had common sense. She's also the first to try jumping off the barn roof with a sheet to see if she could fly like an eagle." Lily laughed lightly. "She was scratched up but was smart enough to jump over bales of hay."
She was right, I could see the Kid as a boy jumping off the barn if Heyes told him he could fly with a sheet. He'd also be quick enough to make sure there was a soft landing beneath him.
I left her to look out the window and spoke to Mrs. Clark. "You'll spend the night and the four of you can leave early tomorrow and take the wagon into town. They aint got many people, but it's grown since you been there. Train comes tomorrow morning. Everything's ready."
"Thank you!" I gave her a hug and she kept on talking.
"Her doctor was amazed she survived the heart incident, but it left her weak. He said she has four to six months to live and that was generous. I've arranged to live with my son and daughter-in-law." She glanced over at Lillian.
"She's not in any pain. It's just like she'd fading away from us. I already sent some of their things to Bridgeport."
"Thank you!"
I learned she'd also arranged for a neighboring farm to take the cow and the chickens. The lady was nothing if not efficient. I told her I was keeping the cottage and she was welcome to live there if things didn't work out at her son's.
"They're coming in," Lily told us. "Let me have a hug from them and then I need to go rest."
Running toward the door, Martha and Michael stopped in the doorway when they saw me.
Mrs. Clark held her arms open, and they ran to her. "You remember Uncle Lom?"
"Yes, did you bring candy?" Martha stepped nearer to me.
"I did," I said, reaching into my pocket and congratulating myself for bringing the sweets. "Which one do you want?"
She studied the four candies in my hand. "May I have the peppermint? Aunt Lily likes the yellow one."
"Of course."
She carefully picked them up. "Thank you, sir."
Michael stayed behind Mrs. Clark, holding onto the edge of her apron. "Mike, you want one?" I asked, extending my hand. He stayed where he was.
"The twins have not seen many men. Let him get used to you," Mrs. Clark explained.
Martha came back and looked in my hand. "Mikey likes any kind of candy. She took the two left and gave one to her brother and one to Mrs. Clark."
"Thank you again, sir."
"You're very welcome."
"Aunt Lily said I should give you a hug and ask if you'd help her to her room?" Martha ran forward and I barely had time to get down on one knee before she threw her arms around me. I held her tight.
Lily had trouble standing from the chair. I didn't wait. I lifted her in my arms and followed Mrs. Clark as she opened a bedroom door for me and pulled down a blanket.
Lily laughed. "Thanks, Little Lom." She reverted to my childhood name where we grew up in a house with my father, Big Lom. "Nice to have a strong little brother."
I laid her down gently on her bed. Her laugh turned into a smile and then she was asleep. Mrs. Clark stood in the doorway watching and had tears in her eyes. "She's a special woman. I'm going to miss all of them."
JED 'KID' CURRY
Heyes rode Winter's Glory home while I took my wife home in the wagon. Chrissy insisted on stoppin' at the new mercantile before we left. The store was crowded when I pulled up in front, so I went around back. We were the only wagon in the alley. Chrissy slid closely to me on the seat and was holdin' my arm tightly.
"Darlin', I can talk to Jeff. We can come back another time when there are no people," I suggested before gettin' out of the wagon.
She froze. It was quick. If you didn't know her, you wouldn't have noticed. She blinked and I saw determination in her mind. "No, babies need brave mother." She turned to get out of the wagon, and I jumped down and rushed to help her.
"You sure?"
That quick 'freeze to think' again before she looked at me. "Yes, sure. Chrissy darlin' knows Jed will stay close and protect her."
We entered through the back door. Jeff appeared quickly.
"Hi Jed, Miss Chrissy. I thought I heard someone back here."
"Hi Jeff. Chrissy wants to do some shoppin'," I said.
"Lots of customers in the store. I can tell them we're closing for an hour." Jeff was a good friend and was trying to make it easier for Chrissy.
"No, others good," Chrissy said without lookin' at him, even though I know she thought of him as a friend.
Jeff smiled and pulled open the curtain revealin' the front of the store. "Just call me if there's anything you need."
Chrissy had locked arms with me and now pulled me forward with her. We headed to the housewares section. She found appropriate curtains for our bedroom and two new pillows. She bought a new broom and vinegar. Then she studied the choices for dishes. "Babies no eat on cracked dishes," she told me firmly. They only had two sets of dishes. Chrissy picked up a dinner plate of each. "Which Jed like?"
She was so serious about this that I studied the dishes. "This one." I pointed to a cream colored one with two blue stripes around the edge.
Laughin', she hit my arm gently. "Okay. Ma told Chrissy men no like flower dishes. She right."
"We can get the other one if it makes you happy." I looked around and stole a kiss. I hope no one saw.
"No, Jed likes stripes…Chrissy does, too."
Chrissy guided me on a walk through the children's section….small clothes, toys and penny whistles. I need to take the time and whittle two whistles like my pa used to make for me. Chrissy went into the woman's section and was occupied looking at rose water. I was looking at a new shirt when I heard Chrissy say, "Oh" softly and put her hands to her mouth. I turned to see what she was looking at and thought I saw someone familiar, leaving the store, dodging around the customers.
I followed Johnny McWinters out the door but he wasn't on the street. I turned to look in the alley and looked into his eyes, feeling the metal of his gun in my chest. I stayed calm, just returned his glare.
"Chrissy looks real purdy, Curry and I see the wedding ring. Glad you made an honest woman out of her. She deserves that and more. Mark, well we, was goin' bring her back to the Hole to protect her but Mark decided that Kid Curry and Hannibal Heyes can keep her safe…and she looks happy."
"I protect my family." I answered. "Johnny, why are you here? My friend is the sheriff here. Why don't you give yourself up, you'll get a fair trial."
He laughed in my face. "A fair trial and a hangman's noose? No thank you. I just came back to take care of someone your sheriff couldn't or wouldn't, Irving Price. Word got to us what he did to Chrissy. That sheriff friend of yours let him go, not have enough evidence against him? Or doesn't he think ex cons have rights? Either way, we watch out for our sister."
It made sense, Johnny McWinters was an excellent shot with a rifle. Only one better that I knew was Preacher.
"Johnny," I started.
"It's John now," he said in a low growl.
His eyes darted to both ends of the alley. I had no doubt that if he were trapped, he would kill to get away. .
"Mark's sorry about what happened to Mrs. Ortiz but he needed to know where Chrissy was. She could lead the law to Devil's Hole. Figure she's good with you."
I remembered the beating Marina Ortiz had taken and then they took her son to make sure she told the truth.
"Paul?"
"It was good to see him again but Mark let him go. His ma told us the truth. And we know we can find the Ortiz family at Winter's Refuge acting like they own the place." I heard the bitterness in his voice.
I heard Frank's voice calling and his steps on the wooden sidewalk. "Jed? Jed, I been looking all over for you!"
I turned to look at Frank and felt Johnny leave down the alley. In that instant I decided I wasn't going to tell Frank he was there. He was right, if he was caught he would probably be hung.
"Just stepped outside to get some air," I told Frank heading back into the store with him. "Chrissy alright?
Chrissy was standing just inside the back door watching Jeff load our purchases into the wagon.
"I was hoping you hadn't left yet. " He said to me as we went to join her. No one else was around. "Hello, again." He glanced around again before whispering, "Mrs. Curry."
Chrissy giggled. "Why you want Jed?"
"Oh yes. Boxes arrived by wagon from Bridgeport for you today. Got them in one of the cells at the jail," Frank said. "Big boxes from a place called Crossroads. They were sent by Lillian Trevors. Isn't that your sheriff friend's last name?"
Chrissy froze and looked confused. I hesitated so I could think for a moment. Lillian was Lom's sister. I've never known where she lived, but I had to assume she sent her things ahead of her.
"Thanks, Frank. Lillian is comin' to live with us." I didn't know if I should tell him about our children comin' with her and Lom.
But Chrissy made that decision for me. "Martha and Michael, Chrissy and Jed's babies, comin' with Miss Trevors. No tell anyone, even Beverly."
Frank looked stunned. Slowly that turned to a smile. "So, Heyes was right? You were already married and today was to have a priest bless the marriage,' he said with a smile on his face.
But I wanted to jump up with joy. I now know the name of my children! Martha must have been named for Chrissy's ma. I'd overheard Marina talkin' about her when I was in the hospital. Martha. Martha Curry, I repeated it to myself. I liked it. And MIchael was a strong name.
"Jed, are you listening?"
"Sorry was just thinkin' about what might be in those boxes."
"Well, you can probably fit two of them in your wagon and send someone for the other one later. Jeff, can you finish here without Jed?"
"Yes, Uncle Frank."
"Great. Jed, Miss Chrissy, let's go see what's in those boxes," Frank said enthusiastically, lookin' like a cat that just caught a bird. I wondered how long he could keep our secret from his wife.
"Go out back," Chrissy said firmly, pointing to the back entrance. She looked at me with questions in her eyes. I'd tell you Johnny was here to make sure she was alright. I would not tell her he killed Irving Price for what he did to her.
Frank looked at the busy store. "Of course, out the back."
ASJ*****ASJ
Heyes led us upstairs as soon as we got home. He must have told Juan and Ken that we renewed our wedding vows and had it blessed by the priest. By the time we got home, our two beds were upstairs in the master bedroom, pushed together with one large quilt over the two. There was a small table on each side of the bed. The dressers had the pitchers and basins from our old rooms.
"Good. Thanks, Heyes." Chrissy gave him a quick kiss on the check. When he looked surprised, she added, "Heyes cousin now!"
We were curious about the boxes and found that Juan and Ken put them in the livin' room along with our purchases. Chrissy dug through our purchases until she found the new curtains for the master bedroom and her rose water. "Good."
Me and Heyes pried the top off of the larger of the boxes we had brought home. One more still waited in the jail. At first, I wasn't sure what it was as the three of us looked in. Heyes smiled. He had been singin' Simple Gifts over and over softly to keep his thoughts to himself. Now he stopped. "Beds. Small beds and rolled up mattresses." Just what we needed.
I looked around to see if Juan or Ken was in the house. We were alone. "Chrissy wants them upstairs with us in the room on the right. Both in the same room. We were gonna look at beds for them from the catalog tonight."
"Done."
We changed our clothes and fell into our chores. I went to the forge, but only to work on orders I have already taken that I felt needed to be done tomorrow. Usually, this time relaxes me but today I was thinkin', and worryin', about tonight, in bed, with Chrissy. Chrissy is my dream girl. I haven't been with a woman since before we went to prison.
Aiden had told me that she could, as she put it, be a wife to me. He told me to let her set the pace. That's just what I was goin' to try to do. Sometimes I want her so badly, I need a cold dip in the stream. Tonight, she leads the way.