Ryan's Crossing
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Ryan’s Crossing
Ryan’s Crossing
by
Carrie Daws
Ryan’s Crossing
© 2012 by Carrie Daws
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ISBN: 978-1-62020-102-2
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My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.
For the Lord gives wisdom, and from His mouth come
knowledge and understanding.
Proverbs 2:1-6
Chapter 1
THE BLACK MUSTANG ROARED INTO
town, its small block 302 engine disturbing the peaceful January afternoon in Crossing, Oregon. Ryan Griffin looked out the windshield, taking in the picket fences. Just another small Oregon town, he thought.
Slowing as he entered the square, he looked for Micah’s Hardware where he was supposed to meet his parents. As he parked in front of the blue, two-story building, he turned off the engine and sat quiet for a minute. Rachel, he thought. After ten years, they actually found my sister.
He opened his door and stepped out as a sheriff’s truck pulled up behind him. A uniformed man got out, looking him and the Fastback over.
“Nice ride,” the sheriff said.
“Thanks,” said Ryan, taking in the neat uniform that wasn’t starched and pressed to crisp seams. Professional, but still casual.
“What year?”
“Sixty-eight.”
“Working on restoring it?”
“Yeah.”
“Didn’t sound completely stock as you drove down McKillican Street back there.” The sheriff turned from inspecting the car to look directly at Ryan, his breath clearly visible in the chilly air.
“No, sir. I’ve upgraded it a bit here and there.”
The sheriff dipped his head a little. “As long as the upgrades keep within the legal speed limits, you’ll have no problem with me.”
Ryan nodded his dark head at the sheriff. “Yes, sir.”
The sheriff walked back around to his truck door and took one more look at Ryan’s car. “Really like that red pin striping down the side. Nice choice.”
“Thanks.”
Ryan watched the sheriff drive away before turning to Micah’s. He squared his shoulders and mentally prepared himself to greet his dad. It’s only for a week, he thought.
Just as he took his first steps toward the store, his younger brother Keith burst through the doors.
“Ryan!”
Ryan smiled. “Hey!”
Keith slammed into him, embracing him in a hug. He’s done some growing since I last saw him. Keith now stood almost even with Ryan’s five foot, nine inch height, although the skinniness of youth still encompassed his rib cage.
“Can we not wait six months between visits?” said Keith. “I missed you at Christmas!”
“I know,” said Ryan. “It was really busy at work. I ended up working most of December.”
“Come on, Mom’s excited to see you!”
Keith led Ryan up the three steps and through the front door. Aisles of tools angled to lead people to the front counter lined the old wood floor. An older man was unpacking saw blades near the cash register.
“Hey, Mr. Micah! This is my brother, Ryan.”
Micah looked up from the box. “So I see.”
“Mom!” said Keith. “Mom, he’s here!”
“You yell a bit louder there, boy, and I suspect Hood Village’ll hear ya right good,” said Micah.
Ryan stopped to look at the gruff man, his paramedic brain assessing Micah before considering the man’s demeanor. Tall, maybe 6 feet. Probably just barely 140 pounds. Older, maybe 65. Reminds me a lot of Clint Eastwood.
“Ryan!” said his mom as she came from the back of the store. She gave him a hug, going up on her tiptoes so her chin fit comfortably over his shoulder.
“Hey, Mom. You look good.” She’s put on a little weight! She’s not all skin and bones any more.
“Thanks.”
Her smile took in her whole face, which had a bit more color than he remembered, and her short brown hair bounced. Finding Rachel has been good for her.
“I can’t wait for you to see Amber!” said Keith. “She’s really cool. And she remembers that old tire swing we found!”
“Amber?” said Ryan.
“Yes, your sister goes by Amber now,” his mother explained. “I think bad memories made her switch to her middle name, but Peter is changing all that.”
“Her fiancé, right?” said Ryan.
“Wait ‘til you meet him!” said Keith. “He’s really great with wood. He’s going to teach me some. He knows all about the trees and stuff. Can tell you just about anything you want to know about the forest.”
“You always this spastic around your brother, boy?” said Micah.
“Sorry,” said Keith. “It’s just there’s so much to tell him!”
“No sense overwhelmin’ him all at once. You’ll scare him out of town just so’s he can get a moment’s peace! Now get on wit’ ya. You still got work to do.”
Ryan raised his eyebrows at Micah’s treatment of Keith. His mother laid a hand on his arm.
“Don’t mind him,” she said softly. “He’s all grizzly bear on the outside, but in truth, your brother has brought some life back into him. He just lost his wife last summer, and Allie says he was really struggling. They were married over forty years.”
Ryan just nodded his head like he understood. “Allie?”
“His daughter-in-law,” said Victoria. “She works just on the other side of the square and stops over almost everyday to check on him.”
“Dedicated girl,” said Ryan. Or controlling, he thought.
“Come on,” said Victoria. “Let’s leave these men to their work. Would you like to wait for your dad or go meet Amber? I believe she’s still in town.”
“Where is Dad?” said Ryan.
“He’s over at the newspaper sending off a couple stories. We’re staying upstairs for now, and Micah doesn’t have Internet access here.”
His dad’s ability to write from anywhere made chasing his daughter these last several years possible. As long as he made his deadlines with quality stories, editors from the various publications were happy to send the check to whatever location he dictated.
“If Dad’s working, then don’t bother him.”
“All right. Then let’s go meet your sister. I think she said she’d be working with Allie all afternoon.” Victoria walked to the back and grabbed her coat off a peg, swinging it around her shoulders. “We’re going to see Amber, Micah.”
“Don’t you go fallin’ on no ice patches,” said Micah as he cut through the tape on the bottom of the box and laid it flat.
“I’ll be careful,” said Victoria with a tolerant smile.
Ryan held the door open for her then offered his arm as they walked down the block.
“She’s just down here at the law office,” said Victoria.
Ryan was shocked. “She’s a lawyer?”
“No. You see, the town lawyer is Andy, Micah’s son. And his wife, Allie, is the town accountant. Amber is thinking about going back to school, but in the meantime is taking some lessons from Allie so she can help out more at the logging office.”
Ryan shook his head. “Town lawyer, son of town hardware store owner, married to town accountant teaching my sister how to take over at the town logging office? You really know a lot about these people.”
Victoria laughed. “I suppose it does sound that way. Crossing is a small town, and most of these people have lived here their whole lives. Once you are accepted by one of them, the rest just kind of adopt you.”
“You’ve been adopted?”
“Yes, I suppose we have. Oh, Ryan, this town. These people.” She moved in closer to Ryan as a breeze swirled around them. “They are just incredible. Like a family. I cannot tell you what a blessing it is to live here among them in the Cascade Mountains.”
Ryan didn’t quite catch his Mom’s enthusiasm. “Live here? So you’re moving here now?” He looked around, raising his eyebrows at the old architecture in the town square. They all seemed to be well maintained, but the newest building has to be circa 1950s.
“Yes. We’re still working out all the details, but Micah’s letting us live above the store until we figure it all out. It’s not much right now because Micah’s been using the upstairs for storage for many years. But we’re getting it cleaned out.”
Ryan wasn’t sure what to say. They are moving again. Maybe if Rachel’s here, it will be permanent this time. Wonder how long until Dad expects me to move here too?
“Micah actually owns an old log cabin just outside of town that we may purchase from him. It needs some work—they stopped using it a couple years before his wife died. The walls are solid. It’s not that big, but Keith is getting older. We won’t need much after he moves out.”
“Sounds like you’ve already decided.”
“Perhaps.” Victoria stopped outside a two-story frame building with a picture window in front. “Well, here we are,” said Victoria, looking up with anticipation in her face. “Are you ready?”
“I guess.” Here goes nothing.
Chapter 2
RYAN HELD THE DOOR OPEN
for his mom and then stepped in behind her. The small office included a receptionist’s desk with a woman sitting behind it studying something on her computer screen. The room was also furnished with four chairs that lined the walls, and a small table with a coffee pot and a few mugs. Stairs tucked away in one corner of the office led to the second floor, and two open doors were before him, one to Ryan’s left beside the receptionist’s desk and the other slightly to his right. As the door closed behind him, a brown and white Australian shepherd came to stand in the doorway to his right.
“Hello, Rose,” said Victoria to the woman at the desk. “How are you this Thursday afternoon?”
Ryan watched the hair on the dog’s brown back raise slightly.
“Doing good. I’m just taking care of a few of the year-end things. Must get some of these older things filed away so I can make room for this year.”
“Of course. Is Amber here? I thought I saw the Yagers drop her off earlier.”
A young woman came up behind the dog. “Mom?”
Short and skinny, five feet, two inches. 110-115 pounds. Mid-twenties… Rachel? Ryan paused in his assessment to look at the woman his sister had become. Her long, dark hair fashionably layered to frame her face, rich chocolate eyes full of life. Wow.
