by Dave Bowman
Mia smiled shyly and returned to her place between Anne and Liz. Nick winked at her, remembering the terrified little girl he had first seen after Liz rescued her in Albuquerque. She had come a long way since then. Mia had found a place with people who could appreciate her talent and give her the love she needed. He knew that there would be no stopping her.
Just like there would be no stopping Matt. His nephew seemed less and less like an unsure child every day. Nick was already proud of the man Matt would become.
They had all come a long way. The trials they had been through had challenged and changed them.
“I'm just glad you all made it back to New Mexico,” Anne said. “We may have lost our homes in the fire, but at least we have our health. Although, I’m afraid I’ll always be worried any time someone gets a cold now.”
“And I’ll be worried every time I hear a car drive up,” Charlie said.
Jessa nodded. “We’ve all been through hell. It’s going to be a while before we can let our guard down.”
Anne smiled. “Having a home and a community might help you relax. The offer to come to White Pine Falls still stands, you know. For all of you. We need good people who can work.”
Nick looked at the weary faces of his friends and nephew. They could all use some refuge.
“We appreciate your offer,” he said. “And we’d be honored to join you there.”
“Definitely,” Charlie said. “We don’t have much of a place left to go at this point.”
“I just worry about food this winter,” Nick said, shaking his head in regret. “I don’t want to be a burden on your people. We had plenty of supplies, but we lost a lot in the fire. If only I’d gotten us out of the lodge sooner.”
“Nick, it’s not your fault,” Jessa said, her brow furrowing. “If anyone’s to blame, it would be me.”
“And let's not forget the marauding teenagers who stole what didn't get burned up,” Charlie added.
Anne stood up, putting an end to their discussion. “Follow me.”
She led them down the hall to an examination room. She opened the door and stepped aside for them to get a look.
Liz’s mouth fell open in surprise. “What the. . .?”
The room was packed with boxes of food, stacked high in rows against the wall. It was enough to feed several people for weeks.
“Wow,” Jessa said, stepping inside the room. “Where did you get all this?”
“Found a house stocked full of food just a few blocks from here,” Daniel said.
“They must have been survivalists,” Anne said. “Unfortunately they weren’t immune to the virus, though. We got the food out, drove it over, and brought it inside. We wanted it in here with us while we rested. You can’t leave anything important out in plain sight with everyone searching for food.”
“Yeah, we’re actually glad you’re here because you can help us haul it out of here,” Daniel said, laughing.
“How about this: whatever we can’t fit in our truck is yours to keep?” Anne said.
Nick shook his head. “We can’t take the food you found,” he said.
“Nonsense. You can and you will,” Anne said matter-of-factly. “I don’t want any of your refusals, Nick. Now, this won’t be enough for the whole winter, but we’ll have to keep looking for more once we get to White Pine Falls.”
“Yeah, we were thinking of making some trips to the neighboring areas to scout out more food,” Daniel said.
“We could definitely help you with that,” Charlie said.
“We just need to find enough until the gardens come in,” Anne said. “I’m sure my family is already working on the gardens now.”
“Are there houses already there?” Matt asked. “Did people live in White Pine Falls before? Are we moving into their houses after they – they died?”
Anne looked horrified. “No, I’d never do that. We may have to take food out of dead people’s houses but I’d never live in their empty homes.”
Daniel laughed. “You have to understand one thing. My mom believes in ghosts.”
Anne rolled her eyes at her son, then turned to Matt to answer his question.
“White Pine Falls is a Forest Service campground. There are dozens of campsites with big, old log cabins scattered around. There should be enough cabins for everyone. The eight of you can share one, if that’s acceptable?”
“That’s more than acceptable,” Jessa said. “It’s a miracle. We thought we might have to build something before winter.”
Liz nodded in agreement. “I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re so grateful to you both.”
“Yeah. It’ll be so nice to have a home again. Especially with this little one,” Bethany said, smiling at the sleeping baby in her arms. She looked up at Anne's open, kind face. “Thank you.”
Nick felt an enormous weight being lifted off his shoulders. They had a house to live in, and enough food to last a long while. Maybe things would work out after all.
“I just ask for one thing in return,” Anne said.
“Anything you want,” Nick said.
“You’re a carpenter, right Nick?”
“Yep. Well, used to be one, anyway.”
“I’ve always wanted a long table where I could work on my seedlings and dried herbs without having to bend over so much,” Anne said. “With shelves and room for all my supplies. I’m afraid my husband isn’t very handy at building things, and I’m even worse.”
Nick smiled. “I can build you a work station that would make Martha Stewart jealous.”
Anne let out a hearty laugh. “Perfect.”
Anne turned to Bethany, who looked like she was fighting sleep. “You want a break?”
Bethany nodded. “I just fed him. Maybe I could take a nap in the back?”
Anne took Nathan gently in her arms and gazed at the peaceful expression on the baby’s face.
“Sure, go rest,” Anne said. “I’ll take good care of this little one.”
While Bethany napped, the others loaded the food in the trucks. By the time everything was ready to go, the sun was getting lower in the sky. Anne woke Bethany, and the group set out toward their new home.
Nick followed Daniel’s truck in his Ford. They passed through the diverse terrain of northern New Mexico. Low, dry valleys climbed into cooler, mountainous areas. The clean smell of pine and sage scented the air.
As they approached their new home, they passed through mixed, rich forest and crossed a clear, running stream. It reminded Nick of his grandfather’s land, where the lodge had been. It felt familiar, but new at the same time.
It was twilight as they pulled into White Pine Falls. Driving into the campground area, they saw all the vehicles and trailers brought by the Watlah tribe and parked to the side. Once they passed the vehicles, Nick looked at the area with surprise. The people had been hard at work.
Everywhere he looked, the land was being transformed. While Anne and Daniel had been in quarantine, their family and friends had cleared crucial sections of forest for grazing land for the livestock and gardens. They had brought a tractor out to the campground and had used it to prepare patches of land for gardens. In one area that had been cleared of trees, goats were grazing on the underbrush. A large, grassy meadow had been fenced in, and a few cows grazed there. The felled trees were stacked to the side. Some of them were being processed for building materials and firewood.
In just a few days, the people had transformed the area into what was sure to become a thriving community. Of course, there was still a lot of work to be done. Nick knew barns and sheds would need to be built, gardens planted, and water systems installed. But with so many people organized and working as a team, they would make progress quickly.
They parked the vehicles and got out. Daniel’s father and siblings came running when they saw Daniel's truck. The family embraced joyfully. Anne was in tears as she hugged each of her children and her husband.
Daniel’s father, Raymond, looked up and sm
iled at Nick and the others. He shook Nick’s hand and slapped him on the back playfully.
“It’s about time you showed up,” he said, smiling.
Nick grinned. “We had a bit of a detour.”
“We’re happy to have you,” Raymond said. He looked at the others. “I’m sure you’re pretty spent from your journey. We’ve got a cabin we’ve been saving for you all.”
Nick looked at the happy, but tired, faces of his friends. These were the people who had been through so much with him, who had defended him, whom he had defended. They had worked hard to stand at this place united and hopeful for a new life. They were survivors; they were a family.
“Welcome home,” Nick said.
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