Take Only Pictures Part 3

Chapter Six.

Gloria enjoyed her walk back to the campground, taking in the details of the mountains she would call home for the summer. A gentle breeze played on the Jeffrey pines, the air carrying their faint vanilla sweetness. Far down in the valley as she was, direct sunlight disappeared early, leaving the rest of the day to fade to darkness.

She found the campground as deserted as she'd left it. Besides her ancient camper there were only two other vehicles backed into campsites, which didn't surprise her. Mid-June was too early for any but the most serious of campers and backpackers. Most families traveled later in the summer when the temperatures were friendlier, though they would pay in mosquito bites. Gloria enjoyed the colder months with minimal pests, both insect and humans, to disrupt her solitude. During the summer, she'd talk to hundreds of people a day and feel completely sapped. These quiet times recharged her batteries.

Wasn't that why she'd turned down Sol's invitation to join the cowboys at their campfire pit? Part of her current project did involve the crew, but beyond a few meetings, she wasn't likely to work with them. Usually, the local Forest Service crew were the only ones she saw regularly, and she accepted invitations to hang out primarily out of professional courtesy. Tonight, though, she was tempted by the group of cowboys. She recalled how unruly they'd been in the meeting, the cla.s.sic back-row students poking fun the whole time, not taking her seriously at all.

She could pretend it was their behavior that kept her gaze returning to the back, but she knew that it was the tall cowgirl who had captured her interest and held it. Thinking about Kristine brought a smile to her lips. She had a youthful playfulness about her but a cleverness in her banter that suggested she was older than her fair skin and tousled brown hair suggested. She wondered how much she was likely to see her during the summer. Surely she'd be at the welcome-back campfire Sol had mentioned to her during dinner. The few minutes she'd been in Kristine's presence had piqued her curiosity. She'd felt a spark when their hands met and the way Kristine's eyes had traveled down her body made her feel like she was charting a course for her hands. Just the thought sent a warm rush through her.

Her campfire pit sat cold and empty. She could skip a fire altogether and bundle up in her camper with her book...she s.h.i.+vered involuntarily...or she could take a chance and test the warmth of the company Sol offered. Turning on her heel, she headed back in the direction of the Lodge.

"Ms. Fisher," a deep voice boomed. "I thought campground duties had claimed you."

Gloria paused to let one of the back-row cowboys catch up to her.

"No campground duty for me. I'm a biologist, not a host," she explained. "My specialty is actually scaring off unwanted guests."

"That mean I should be feeling scared right now?" A familiar smile played on his lips.

Gloria tilted her head, trying to discern why she felt like she recognized his smile. "I'm off duty."

"Gabe Owens," the cowboy said, offering his hand.

Recognizing the last name Kristine had given her, Gloria decided charm must run in their genes. At five foot seven, she was used to men being taller than she was, but this man towered over her. He was the cla.s.sic tall, dark and handsome cowboy from the westerns, with a thick mustache and close-cropped hair. She took his hand and held it long enough that he began to look worried. She gave a final hard squeeze before saying, "You were one of the peanut gallery. Were you Yogi or Boo- Boo Bear?"

Gabe tucked his chin and removed his hat, looking appropriately chastised. "Just a cowboy, ma'am, and you know cowboys are very near to rascals who are practically heathens. I do apologize. Let me make it up to you? We've got a campfire going to warm your outsides and some drinks that are sure to warm your insides."

Gloria studied the cowboy, wondering if flirting was a staff requirement at the Lodge. "Lead the way," she said. "I'm sorry you had to sit through my lecture. I imagine you and the other Boo-Boos must have a lot of experience with bears."

Gabe shot a broad smile and looked relieved. "Yeah, we do our best to keep them at bay. Haven't had too many run-ins the years I've been here. Mostly the Dumpster down by the cafe and the campgrounds that get hit the hardest if I remember correctly."

"How long have you been working for Lodgepole Pines?"

He laughed. "Everyone just calls it The Lodge."

"Thanks for cluing me in to that," Gloria said.

Gabe scratched the back of his head as he calculated. "This makes my seventh year here. Not that Leo gives out any fancy pens or anything."

Gloria felt scrutinized by the corral staff as she approached with Gabe. Eyes moved from him to her. A few of the cowboys gave Gabe a facial thumbs-up with the purse of their lips and slight nod. She didn't see the one person she had hoped to see, the only one she wouldn't want thinking she was here for Gabe's company.

"You're welcome to sit anywhere," Gabe said. "I've gotta grab my guitar from my truck, but I'll be right back."

Gloria sat upwind of the firepit and watched the group work together to stoke the fire, sparks flying as they dropped on large sticks of wood. A short, broad cowboy with more facial hair than she'd ever seen on a human approached her.

"Dozer," he drawled, offering his hand. "Like a drink?"

"I'm fine, thanks," she said.

"Let me know if you change your mind. I've got just about anything you'd want in my cabin there." His chin jutted in the direction of the cabin behind them, and his voice dripped innuendo, confirming her suspicion about the flirting requirement.

A woman slid a possessive arm around the man's waist. "As long as it's Jim Beam." She held out her hand. "I'm Sandy. I'm cooking for Dozer's trips this year."

And you're welcome to that fine specimen of a man, Gloria thought as she shook the woman's hand, not sure how to relate to her that she was in no way offering compet.i.tion. "You weren't at dinner," Gloria said. She had a skill for remembering faces and names.

"No time," Sandy said. "I have to get my kitchen together. We're off on the Horseshoe Meadows trip at the end of the week."

"Everyone is required to attend the rifle training with rubber bullets at ten on Friday," Gloria said. "It's my understanding that you typically sleep near the food to prevent nighttime raids?"

"I'm there to do the protecting," Dozer said, his chest puffed out. "I haven't ever lost any food out in the backcountry." He glanced around the campfire, missing Sandy's eye roll. "Where's Teeny? We lose her to the campground girls already?"

Gloria's ears perked at the question, remembering what the store clerk had said about this Teeny being good. The cowboys must be her source of information. The youngest cowboy at the fire looked surprised. "I thought she was joking about being invited down to the campground by one of our guests in Campsite Seventeen today," he said.

Dozer slapped his thigh. "Oh, ho! She got one already? Can't say I'm surprised. Teeny always did take the girls seriously."

"Too bad you don't take women as seriously," Kristine said as she strode up to the fire, shrugging into a thick tan coat. Distracted by the banter, Gloria had missed Kristine's approach, and seeing her again produced a tickle of excitement. Kristine pinned Dozer with a furious glare. "And it's Kristine."

Kristine. Teeny. Gloria's mind got busy matching the woman who had some sort of reputation that the cowboys and store clerk had been talking about with her own initial response, when she felt the cowgirl's eyes on her. Kristine's expression s.h.i.+fted again, but Gloria didn't know her well enough to interpret it. It was not delight, but it wasn't dread either. Gloria felt herself warm as Kristine held on to her gaze. Gabe's voice broke the contact, allowing Gloria to release the breath she'd been holding.

"Quit picking on my sister before she decides to hightail it out of here again," he said, returning with a guitar. "I trusted you'd be giving her a better welcome back than this."

She couldn't help notice how appealing Kristine was in her tight Wrangler jeans. The coat she had added concealed her tailored plaid s.h.i.+rt that, tucked in, highlighted her narrow hips. It added to her rugged appeal that Gloria was sure went over well with vacationers. It was easy to imagine women getting swept off their feet.

"It's you she's doing the favor for," Dozer said. "Us she quit out on, no goodbye, no nothing."

A tense silence followed his statement, and it was clear in the way everyone looked at Kristine that they wanted an answer from her. Gloria saw a blush rise on her cheeks and wondered what could throw off the woman who had seemed so sure of herself in earlier conversation.

"I needed a change of scenery," Kristine said.

"Didn't the scenery down at the campground change enough to suit you?" Dozer goaded.

"Drop it," Gabe said.

"What? It's no secret how she chased tail. Always wanted to have what we've got." Dozer reached down and rearranged his package.

Kristine's color deepened. She'd opened her mouth to reply but bit back whatever it was when Sol walked up behind Dozer and roughly patted his back.

"You're the only one who's ever been in love with that thing," Sol growled. "Where the h.e.l.l's the Jim Beam, and why aren't you playing that G.o.dd.a.m.ned thing?" he barked at Gabe. The entire demeanor of the campfire changed as the old man pushed through the group and sat next to Gloria.

"Don't let these p.i.s.sheads scare you off, girl," he said, pouring two cups of bourbon and handing one to her. She blinked and accepted the cup, wondering where the conversation would have gone if Sol had not interrupted. She watched Kristine as she a.s.sessed the seating options, caught her eye and motioned to the chair beside her, inviting her to sit.

Again, she couldn't read Kristine's expression. After a moment's hesitation, she took a few steps and dropped into the camp chair to Gloria's left. She raised her lips in a courteous smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her shoulders still held tension as she opened a microbrew and tilted it back.

They sat in silence as the rest of the group settled in, and again Gloria wondered about the group's history, why Kristine had left and why she was back now. Kristine rolled the bottle in her hands, seemingly uncomfortable in the circle, and Gloria struggled to think of something appropriate to say. Gabe tuned his guitar. She didn't recognize the song, but a few voices joined Gabe's. Kristine finally breathed out, appearing to relax a little. She glanced at Gloria and offered the smile that had captivated her in the cafe.

Gloria took Kristine's smile as an all clear. "So...Teeny? How does a woman of your stature get a nickname like that?"

"Ugh. I was a late bloomer," she responded, swigging from her bottle. "I was a regular beanpole when I was seventeen. But later, even when my size didn't match the name, it was their way of reminding me of my place. You heard Dozer, I'm sure. They've always seen me as the tagalong for wanting to learn what they were doing...well packing the mules anyway. I never wanted to cook for the overnight trips or lead the day rides. I've always wanted to be with the stock, and some didn't take to that too well." Her eyes stayed on her bottle instead of targeting anyone in the circle.

"You look a lot like your brother. Who's older?"

"He lords his seven inches over me, but I've got two years on him, and I don't ever let him forget that."

Gabe wrapped up a song, and Dozer shouted across the campfire. "Teach me that one you say works wonders on the ladies."

Sandy smacked Dozer's arm.

"It's good for tips," he defended himself.

"I'm sure that's Kristine's excuse, too," said a cowboy so lanky his chest seemed concave. He wore a mean expression with a hawkish nose and dirty blond mustache. She recognized the speaker as Leo's son and read the animosity in the eyes that blazed in Kristine's direction.

"Nothing wrong with being a flirt," Kristine said, lightheartedly, eyes not meeting Nard's.

Dozer guffawed. "Your reputation goes way beyond flirting!"

"C'mon. I was a teenager away from my parents trying to set a good example for my little brother. Sing that George Strait song for us. The chords are easy enough for Dozer, and it's always a crowd-pleaser."

Gloria noticed Kristine's hands tight on the bottle she held and realized that she was uncomfortable with the ribbing from her friends. She could easily read the dynamics between Dozer and Kristine, his cra.s.sness something she, too, experienced from colleagues who argued that their pus.h.i.+ng the line with their jokes was their way of accepting her as "one of the guys." His taunts, though, didn't rattle Kristine in the same way Nard's did. He'd fixed his hard stare on Kristine, and she studiously kept her eyes from him.

From the stories they told of their past summers, their triumphs as well as their disasters, Gloria gathered that most of the group had worked many seasons together. Since she had become a specialist, traveling around to work with different crews on bear/human cohabitation, she often found herself the outsider observing tightknit groups.

Most of the time, she enjoyed her solitude, but the banter at the campfire made her realize how much she missed the camaraderie that came along with the chaos. The warmth of the campfire extended beyond the flickering glow of the flames. Their shared memories made Gloria miss her family back in Eureka. Her earliest memories were of singing rounds at the campfire with her mom and dad in the summers, back when they used to pick a different camping destination every summer. Back when her mom had the stamina to hike the most difficult terrain.

"You have siblings?" Kristine's voice interrupted her memories.

"Nope. Just me."

"All the attention lavished on you, huh?"

"You could say that." Gloria admired Kristine's natural beauty. Flecks of gold in her brown eyes reflected the dancing flames of the fire.

"I imagine it would be even more fun to be the one lavis.h.i.+ng attention," Kristine said.

A wave of warmth shot through Gloria's body, and she openly stared at Kristine, who was leaning back into her chair, propping her feet on the stones of the firepit. Nothing in her posture suggested she'd uttered the come-on, yet Gloria's body hummed with the prospect of Kristine's scrutiny fixed upon her. Wood popped and s.h.i.+fted in the pit, sending another shower of sparks beyond the ring which Kristine quickly stamped out. Smoke rose into the canopy, and owls hooted as the night deepened.

Kristine spoke, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Don't they miss you? I imagine you're out in the forest quite a bit." The fire popped sending a spray of sparks into the night.

Gloria frowned. She thought they'd been flirting, but there was certainly no innuendo in Kristine's question. "They do. But I'm their vicarious link to all this," she said, gazing up at the treetops. A stronger wind moved in the canopy, a distant roar like the ocean in a seash.e.l.l. She shuddered as much at her memory of the ocean and home as how cool the evening grew as the sky deepened to the blue-black before dark.

Kristine shrugged out of the heavy cowboy coat she wore and held it out to Gloria.

"I'm about to head out anyway," Gloria said, shaking her head.

"Not quite," Kristine said, quirking an eyebrow.

Gloria raised her eyebrows in question, waiting for Kristine's explanation.

"You've hardly touched your drink. And besides, what if we have a bear visitor?" she winked.

Gloria accepted Kristine's offer. She thought about the heat of Kristine's body as she settled into the warmth of the coat that already smelled of woodsmoke. She couldn't help thinking of Kristine's arms wrapped around her body. Kristine was right. She did want to stay. All that waited for her back at the campground was a very cold sleeping bag.

"You're not uncomfortable?" she asked, feeling guilty for accepting the coat.

"Just the opposite."

Gloria tipped her chin, listening.

Kristine leaned in close and whispered, "It's nice to have an intelligent woman who plays on the same team to talk to. This crowd..." She frowned, leaning away from Gloria and letting the thought drift away as she finished off her beer.

"And you'll work with them all season?"

"No. My brother and I are up the road at the Aspen Outpost."

"So you don't work for the Lodge?" Gloria asked, puzzled.

"Oh, we all work for Leo. He's got another station about fifteen miles down the road."

"By the Aspen Grove Campground."

"Yep."

"He owns both?"

Kristine nodded. "The outpost is smaller. Gabe and I don't do the long travel trips that stay out in the backcountry overnight. Teams like Sandy and Dozer take trips out anywhere from five to seven days. We do what are called spot trips, dropping stuff off in the backcountry. Sometimes they ride with us, but others they hike in on their own to where we've left their gear, and we coordinate with them to pick up everything on the day they hike out. Travel trips leave out of the outpost, too. Leaving out of there shaves a day off trips out to Yosemite or gives a good starting point to trips that return to the Lodge. So we'll see this crew a bit, but only when they s.h.i.+p their stock up and then pack up their trips that leave from our trailheads. Most of the time, though, it'll just be me 'n Gabe."

Gloria felt disappointed. She realized she'd been antic.i.p.ating chance run-ins with Kristine since the campground where she'd parked her camper was so close to the employee cabins at the Lodge. "Sounds quiet."

Kristine laughed. "I've got Gabe. I'm sure my life's a whole lot less quiet than yours down at the campground."

Sol, who must have had an ear on their conversation, said, "We'll be trying to get the two of you down here to play. Isn't anyone else who picks a tune like your brother. Play me one more song, that one about G.o.d being a cowboy, before I take these old bones to bed."

Gabe extended the guitar to his sister. "That one's Kristine's specialty."

"You do a great job with that one. Keep it up."

"Your turn to play, my turn to drink," he winked.

Kristine took the guitar and looked a bit sheepish. Gloria was grateful for the dark as she wondered if the song Sol had requested was one of Kristine's conquest specialties. She knew the group thought she'd come with Gabe but was pretty certain her expression would betray her interest in his sister. She didn't know them well enough yet to feel comfortable revealing that.

Kristine kept her head bent as she found her way through the chords. She sang more quietly than Gabe, but her voice was beautiful and true. As she neared the end of the chorus, her voice gained strength, captivating all at the campfire.

Longer silence filled the night when Kristine handed the guitar back to Gabe. "Thanks, Sol. It is good to be back, but I'm beat, and if I remember, morning comes early around here."

Gloria stood as the others tipped their hats to acknowledge her departure. She, too, thanked everyone for the evening.