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Maybe I could write about an African safari and get myself eaten by lions.

...we now pause for station identification...

...we have no identification... back to regular programming.

click~ (changing channel.)

Well. There's nothing else on. I'll just back up to Poker Night... have another lash at it.

Poker Night's clear back on 19... YeESh. If it weren't December, I'd be thinkin' rodeo... there's only so much knitting and bible reading one can bear to read about at once... only so many chores... How much more trouble CAN I get into?

C'MON Nicky...(supposed to be writing too?!)

I think my luck is rubbing off on Nicky... She awoke in the middle of the night, and had 'to go.' She lit a candle and took it with her. She sleepily made her way down the staircase and out into a fresh dusting of snow to the outhouse. Damn it's cold. The wind blew out the candle, despite her efforts to conceal the flame, so she sat with the light of the crescent moon of the door shining upon her. Poor Nicky. She was bit by spider. She won't say where. She's been ill and in bed all weekend.

She doesn't look too good. We'd better be getting a doctor out here..."Feel better, Nicky."

Without my co conspirator/author, or any real direction to go in, it seems the well is running dry. Perhaps it's time to let this "memory" fade in the sands of time... along with the tumbleweed that brought it.

(In the delirious heights and depths of boredom...) Nicky's struggle with the spider bite finally awoke in Jim the courage to face his feelings for her, and he began to make some plans. He asked for his share from the old rancher, took a train to New Mexico and purchased a hotel in Roswell. He then returned and asked for Nicola's hand. They wed at the ranch; a beautiful Christmas ceremony, and honeymooned in Mexico. We receive word from them from time to time... the latest letter was the best yet. Something about strange lights in the sky at night, and queer noises disturbing their guests...

She always said she'd be an 'old maid,' funny, now she is. Keep sending those letters, Nicky.

Luke's moved into his house, which is nearly finished. We saw him at Christmas. I get the feeling he's got some news he's not telling us, but his news is no bigger than my engagement Christmas eve at Jim and Nicola's wedding reception.

Owen toasted the bride and groom, and then turns to Jim and Nicky and says, "Oh and that goes for you too." Then he stepped down and got on one knee... As usual, he steals the show. How could I say 'No?'

Christmas brought the New Year and with it, a new 'Epiphany.' "Congratulations there Owen, but you'd better get a move on with that wedding," says Doctor Pihl.

"Ahh, 'Poker Night'... "

The snow returned in its usual grace. A six inch blanket with crystal tiers laced the pines over by the barn, and was still falling, dancing to a waltz spun on the breeze. I wandered out into the darkening blue twilight of this winter wonderland of crunching snow and biting wind and felt it in my soul. Already I long for the renewing thaw of spring and hopeful song of nesting birds in blossoming trees... for now, I will be content to see the light in Owen's eyes and cherish the life of his smiles til spring bathes me in the sunlight anew.

I'm wondering which of the old rancher's catalog of 'glory days' tales he'll share by the fireside tonight, as I open the barn door and the hatch to the loft for soft hay. He does tell a good tale. Well enough, in fact, that I was just getting lost in the memory of the last evening's tale. I don't think I heard the whole of it. I fell asleep in Owen's arms on the sofa and drifted in and out of a war between Texans and Indians and life on the land and the building of this house when I was startled from my train of thought. Owen had followed my steps and was lighting another lamp. He took over the chore of watering the horses while I pitched the hay. It'd been a while since we'd been here together. Not since Thanksgiving.

He caught me looking at him, and I smiled. I can't believe I still blush. He saddled a palamino and lifted me up. Then climbing in the saddle behind me, we went for an afternoon ride. I don't see how we call it afternoon, as it's already dark, but I love being close to him. I feel safe when he takes the reins... we returned after a while and a wonderful talk. Owen took the saddle from the horse and put it up, and went to wash up for supper. I opted to stay with the horses a little longer...