Twice Upon A Time ( In Progress )

Chapter 1

Andrew was born in Forge Valley, in the spring of 1941 with little memory of his childhood. For most of his early years, he embraced his imaginary friend, Titan, as there were few children in the township of Canmore that would play with him. It wasn't that he was different from everybody, but more like distant. Andrew never allowed himself to open up to anyone since his mother died and accepted the fact that he was better off alone because of the fear of losing someone he cares about again and with that, Titan was born to ease his strained heart. The two of them took off on daily adventures despite the cautionary warnings from his father of the dangers that presided in the valley. It was known that Cougars, bears or wolves could easily roam off the mountain and unmistakably attack for the right of their territory, and his father knew he wasn't ready for such bravery at that young age. He knew that there was still a lot of survival training that needed to be taught to his son but as often as Andrew had heard his father's warnings, he figured that they were only tales of survival tactics to scare him from wandering off into the forest alone. He knew that his fathers intent was to keep him safe at home with the hopes that it would discourage his reckless adventures, but it only created more imaginable scenarios that would entice Titan and himself. The sentimental bond that his father shared with his son since his mother died, had turned from loving to over-bearing and although they grew stronger over the years together, the parental values that were increasingly instilled upon him became more extreme which led him to rebel, ultimately taking Titan and himself into fields of white flowers and muddy marshes scouring the dense countryside in search of an adventure, in spite of his father's words.

When he turned twenty four, he met a beautiful girl named Susan on the ridge off Snake Bend wandering alone in search of rare species of birds that roamed the skies across the mountain ridge. Her father, along with her brother, Roger, had recently moved from across Province to establish a financial funding for the township, and it was her father's intent to build a foundation for the family's growth as Canmore needed assistance in the procuring of its development. He sought out a mission to offer his strengths in the field that would benefit his family at the same time. Susan and Andrew immediately gave each other a glow of trust in friendship, which in time, developed from childhood games into something new, as they began to explore not only the wild, but each other as the curiosity of age and companionship became the norm in their discovery. Their friendship led them into untamed sexual desires while Susan encouraged the sharing of the erotic touch, and her own attraction to Andrew grew wildly as each day passed. Her father would never talk about sex and so with the little understanding she had; the words were taught by her older brother: the rest was up to her to learn. Her feelings towards Andrew continued to grow, and with that, kept him plat formed on a pedestal which allowed her the power of control. Since Andrew had few friends for most of his life, he continued to allow her to control because he was afraid that he would lose his only friend, and he figured if he played the role, everything was going to be fine. However, the time came when Susan's feelings had blossomed with words of passionate love and although Andrew cared for her deeply, he knew there was something missing, and of her overwhelming power that she  on him, he eventually withdrew himself from everyoneSusan did not suspect anything wrong, because within her own world, she didn't want to believe that there could be anything other than fairytale dreams. A few years later they discovered a sanctuary through the valley across the northern ridge between Charity and Hope Mountain that few had ever seen before; a heavenly place that held its virginity in all its purity and beauty. Hidden away behind three overgrown willow trees against the mountain base, an abandoned cave led through to the other side that remained from the depression; once a testing sight for the miners. Since 1939, it was left in nature's hands to be covered with over rotting vines and shrubs that to anyone not knowing of its existence would have never seen it. In a romance of confusion and exploration, they took their relationship onto the next level and consummated their love in a lagoon of bristol fern and wild flowers. A cascading waterfall flowed down from the mountain top, crashing into a crystal blue stream of deep calm while birds of rare flew among the willows claiming their sanctuary. Everything wild and pure within natures hidden valley became their escape from the world outside, and for Susan, it was like living in a fairytale; however,   marveled in the air of freedom with nature growing around him purifying its solitude and glory, leaving him to feel peace of mind. They both knew that the secret was to remain inside the sanctuary and never to be revealed to anyone.

As the seasons passed and courting continued, Andrew became even more confused from not understanding the difference between lust and desire or companionship and commitment, for he only knew the difference between the needing and wanting of affection, and for almost two years, they shared in each other's secrets until one day a discomforting emotion grew within him that couldn't be ignored any longer. For Andrew,  the crystal blue waters of the pond became muddy and still, and the wild flowers forgot to bloom as his untamed sanctuary was dying. The existence of its purity became tainted and to his disappointment, he had learned that fairytales don't always come true, for his attraction to Susan grew stale and wilted. It frightened him. He didn't understand what he was going through and why suddenly he was becoming bitter and cold towards life. In his honesty, he knew he had to share with her how he was becoming lost, but was afraid that all he would do is seed a black hole in her heart. How could he explain what he was feeling when he didn't even know what those emotions were himself, he thought? Months of discomfort tagged him and with the ultimate sacrifice of possibly losing his only friend, he had to tell her something. When his courage triumphed and the words were to be spoken, news of their fathers was revealed. In the wake of turmoil, they began to be pressured into unifying their relationship with marriage. Andrew felt as if a dagger was plunged into his stomach. He loved his father very much and respected his wishes of marriage. He could not betray his family name even within his own discomfort. It was set in stone by his father whom this marriage proposal served as an important collaboration to the family name and could not be ignored. The pressure of satisfying them took Andrew over the edge of sanity. The only escape he had was that he didn't have to propose; just be there. He begged for release but dared not speak his words. All he could do was hope for a happy ever after, and wished Titan would return.

THE DEPRESSION

          His father, David, told stories of heroism and bravery by the many young men of Canmore during the years leading up to 1935, as and a reminder of the courage and values of what a man can become when faced with the hardships of those horrifying days.  Andrew sat gentlemanly, listening once more his stories, for he had learned years ago not to interrupt is fathers when reliving the days during the past.

"The horror fell across the countryside, as friends and families that were long ago bountiful from the work of the coal mines, now lay broken with the fear of death that was lingering over their heads, as there was none to be had. The town was destined to crumble into the bowels of the earth from where the coal was once seeded since the mining corporation folded. Husband, wife and children were forced to move across plains with nothing but a single suitcase under their arms in search of a new beginning, while a few brave men were left behind with nothing but hope."

A deep sigh escaped as he looked over at his son approaching the kitchen. He waited as he watched him pour hot water into two mugs filled with fresh herbs and chamomile. The sweet scents of flowers enveloped the room. He had also noticed that Andrew was eying the swaying tail of the cat clock that was on the wall, as if his time was important. In only a few moments, their eyes met once again and with the agreement to go on, Andrew sat passing his father a hot steaming cup of tea and continued to listen.

"Your mother and I roamed aimlessly until we reached the North side of Three Sisters Mountain, where we laid shelter in an old abandoned bunker for the season until we plotted out our next move. God is to be my witness whom I was blessed with the savings from the miner's corporation allowing us to create a fresh start for ourselves, unlike so many others that walked away hungry and penniless. The few that followed in our footsteps soon created a small community that eventually, over the years, became what we liked to call Forges Valley; named after the forging of a new life. It was wielded together with the dreams of Frank Hammond, Christopher Blanc and Patricia Barnes.

Patricia, your mother, bless her heart, helped many of the lost families regain their sense of freedom in their time of need, by providing food, sheltered care, the mending of clothes and the gift of lifting their broken spirits. That same year, a few of the townsfolk constructed a coach house that enabled better care and lodgings for the miners who were about to go back to the mines, after the corporation was resold and opened for work after the downfall of trade and depression. Your mother inspired the shelter with the financial aid of Mr. Hammond and for many more years after which soon became known as the 'Crows Sanction for the Homeless Center. Mr. Hammond gave up his claim to the centre, allowing your mother to take full responsibility for its development. The two of them had a connection that inspired many and when Mr. Hammond's was satisfied by her integrity and compassion of others, your mother was left to oversee the shelter as she deemed fit.  Mr. Hammond is a man who was and still was very well respected for his generosity, kind heart and giving friendship. Many were clinging to life by a thread, and Mr. Hammond made it possible for them to start over. With a heavy heart, your mother, myself and Mr. Hammond erected a stone monument that bordered the Forge Valley and the old community of Canmore. Listed below a miner's spike, that was etched in gold, a heading read: 'No One Shall Fall' and below were the names of families of 1938 that would never be forgotten."

 Andrew looked at his father, witnessing the tears rolling down his cheeks. He hated it when his stories ended in tears. For all of his life, he had heard these stories of the past and each time; it was the same outcome for his father. Andrew never learned why his father would put himself through this.

"Let me pour you another tea."

"No son, I'm fine. It's good not to forget because in the end, it makes us stronger.  Your mother fought every day of her life trying to beat the cancer that was rotting away at her core and never once did she complain because she felt her life had been fulfilled with the solitude of knowing that she had helped many people recover from weakness, sickness and starvation. She lived each of her remaining days with a smile on her face and joy in her heart, even when the cancer was beating her down."

With that memory alone, a smile graduated from the tears as he laid them to dry.

"Isn't it time you were off to see Susan? You told me you were meeting her at Frederick's Diner. I'm sure you are excited to see her.

"You're right, dad. I'm going to be late." Andrew knew from the watched tail that he didn't need to leave quite yet but to appease his father with excitement; he placed the two mugs into the kitchen sink.

"Thanks again for the stories' dad. I'll come by tomorrow to see how you are doing." On his way towards the door, he placed his hand on his father's shoulder in comfort. "I'll tell you all about our night out tomorrow." Andrew saw the look on his father's face that expressed a proud father's smile that only lasted a few moments. With that, he grabbed his coat and bolted out the door.

UNDER THE TREE

The spring airs were welcoming as the day shone bright with only few clouds off in the distance. Visiting with his father took up most of the early-morning  hours, and he didn't want to lose the rest of the day trapped indoors. By the time he reached the diner, he knew Susan would be sitting at a table waiting for him. He also knew that she would continually be dropping coins into the jukebox playing E 4 repeatedly, with the annoyed expression shooting across the room if anyone disturbed her listening pleasure of The Monkeys: I'm a Believer or Pleasant Valley Sunday. Frederick's diner had the old-school  special: Malt Mondays, which attracted the younger crowd while outside in the parking lot, groups of stone heads leaned against painted cars enjoying the cruising of passing skirts. Andrew had noticed that in the last few years, the gangs of leather and greased down hair was on the decline. The men were now wearing ragged work-shirts, tight bell-bottoms and long hair tied up with hemp. Besides the casual, attire was the return of the epic sideburns that in length, showed their status of sexual expression. The women skirt became shorter, and the blouse lower as hair styles of Mia Farrow was the new charm. Andrew had noticed that the styles, the people, and attitudes were changing so rapidly over the past couple of years that the quick transition from Frankie Vallie to The Doors hardly was  noticed. The voice of free love and expression was declared in roses and peace. For Andrew, it was exciting to learn that freedom was the new March, as he would strongly hold the torch high and proud. It was also too bad that he would only render such a proposal in his dreams. His actions were always shied by his lack of strong will and independence. Andrew walked to pass a black Chevy impala marked with yellow bands and noticed,  from the corner of his eye someone standing against the willow tree concealed by the overhang of branches. There stood a man in the shadows with a large buckled belt that was wrapped around frayed tight jeans. He wore a slightly tie-dyed V-neck that was exposing the masculine hairs of his chest, and a band made of hemp and beads dangling from his wrist. He didn't know why the sight of him was so captivating; however, with a strange impulse, he walked towards him. "Hey man. Is there something under that tree that I should know?" Andrew asked with a humorous edge to his tone. In a deep monotone voice, the stranger looked up with exaggerated eyes and smiled. "Yes there is, actually. There is a cool breeze flowing around under here like a whirlwind." The stranger flicked his cigarette looking straight at Andrew and gave a friendly wink. "Wanna catch some cool air? It's free." Andrew thought it was a weird thing to say, but wasn't one to judge. He looked up at the diner and back towards the figure leaning against the tree in wonderment. On this stranger's face held a wondrous smile that radiated like beams off sunlight as Andrew was pulled towards him like a magnet. Glancing at the diner, he quickly dissolved his prior commitments, if only for a while. The curiousness of attraction couldn't be passed by, so he accepted the stranger's invitation. Slowly, he walked under the canopy of branches in a state of complexity and bewilderment as he continued his approach. He stood in awe. "You're right. It is cooler under here. It's like the wind swirls around underneath the branches, and that won't let it escape. "That's what I'm talking about. It's cool, right?" Andrew proclaimed himself outright with all shyness hidden underneath his belt. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Andrew." He amplified the very. "Welcome to my friendly tropical paradise." He bowed. "My name is Sargent, and you are my guest of honor. Welcome." Quickly taken back from his choice of words, Andrew extended his arm, as he firmly took, hold of his new friend's hand in a manly shake. Suddenly, he felt a strange and terrifying sensation; the touch of his hand somehow slowed down time, turning a firm handshake into a gentlemanly hold. For a few moments, he became frightened by this feeling, and although his heart raced like the Congo, there was an overwhelming sense of peaceful attraction. The soft touch of his hand was released. Straight ahead through the overhang, Andrew could see through to the diner's window that Susan was sitting alone and bobbing her head back and forth to what he would have guessed was The Monkeys: A little bit of me, A little bit of you. With a disconcerted face, he once again returned to his gaze towards Sargent and boar a look so deep into his eyes that he had sworn that there was a sign that heaven must have been missing an angel, because there was nothing but crystal blue skies radiating deep within. He felt impelled into the stranger's attraction that was reeling him in like bait to a fish. Never in his life had he been so captivated with another man. The desire to touch once again became overwhelming. "Tell me; is there anything else to do around town other than to watch hippies eat burgers?" Sargent inquired with a lustful grin. "There's a lot to do around here. You just have to know who to do it with." 

"Well then, let's do it!" Sargent declared heading for the black Chevy Impala. Andrew followed him in excitation while turning his head and realizing that Susan was not there.

TAKING A HIKE

The Three Sisters Mountains named Faith, Charity, and Hope, cast their shadows onto the northern ridge. "If you really want to see something spectacular, then turn left, up ahead at Snake Bend. The road will take us towards the base of Charity. From there we can hike across the valley to the lower ridge of Hope. The hike will take us a couple of hours, but I swear to you that it's worth it." Andrew pointed. "That sounds great. It would be nice to see some back country. Besides, I'm enjoying the company." Above the canopy of trees, eagles soared, leaving their screech to echo below. Sargent was overwhelmed at the majestic beauty that nature had to offer since most of his travels had been from city to city. Walking beside him, Andrew shared the closeness while they strolled through the undeveloped path down into the lower ridge. "Tell me you know where you are going because everything looks the same around here."

"I still can remember the first time when my dad took me out here. Apparently then, I needed to learn a sense of direction and how to survive alone in the hills since we were going to stay in Forge Valley. At first, I remember feeling lost; afraid of every tree line and overgrown bush, imagining grizzly or wolves would lunge out and ravage our bodies. I knew that they were warnings from my father to ensure that I would not walk alone on unmarked paths."

"It sounds like your dad is one great guy. My dad not at any time taught me a damn thing. He left us when I was twelve, and, before that he was not around. I can say at least that when he left for good, it was easier for my mother." 

"That's awful," Andrew said. "Yes it was but it was a long time ago, and life goes on. My mother met someone else a few years before, and she is now finally happy. I'm not proud that I inherited the strong will from my dad but to have my mother happy is the only thing that is important." Sargent paused for moment as he pushed bushes out of his pathway as he leaned into Andrews's side, feeling the warmth of his body. "Sorry, continue with your story. I need you to prepare me for our upcoming adventure or at least protect me from a wild animal that may ravage my body." Andrew shot a look of curiousness and a hidden desire. "Sure. So there I was walking two paces behind my dad; thinking that he was my protector. He knew that I was afraid of being bitten by poisonous insects, or stumbling over a ravine into a pile of rocks; so he taught me the act of survival. He knows all the eatable plants that grow in the area and the wildlife that roams the hills, as he educated himself for knowing their behaviors and territory. He taught me everything that there was no know to keep me from harm. I can even build a fire and shelter if need be. He is a brave man, but that's another story." 

"We'll; I can definitely feel safer knowing that a strong country boy like you can protect a city wanderer like me." Hours traveled by, and the legs from a city boy were becoming weak. Sargent wasn't used to the physical aptitude that it took to dart tree branches, fallen stumps and prickly bushes along the pathway; not to mention the numerous hillsides and ravines to climb. As he lifted his leg over a fallen tree trunk, he had noticed moist maple leaves and mud clinging to his brand-new Adidas. Although the scenery was spectacular on his journey, he longed for a clearing to rest. Andrew saw every expression on his face from the lack of endurance, which allowed him to smile. "I don't think dirty Adidas warrants a smile." Sargent protested. I love these shoes. He released a smile of his own. "I don't get city boys. When it comes to solitude and beauty in the fresh air, it makes you want to take a nap."

"Yes, a nap would be great right now." Sargent laughed to himself and continued, "Seriously, the fresh air out here is a killer. I mean compared to the smog in the city, this clean air does nothing but shocks the system. Inhaling pure air into the lunges shouldn't be this hard. Give me, a cold draft and a half-naked guy to dance with all night any day." Andrew was shocked at the committing of his sexual preference. Although it was a jolt, it was also had a sense of relief knowing the truth. He instantly resolved his own issue, that he was sexually attracted to a man. In frightened realization, he dismissed the pounding of his heart and followed through. "Okay stud, don't panic. There's a clearing over that hill. We can stop there for a while so you can clean off your new Adidas. No sarcasm intended"

FATHERS WORDS

"I thought you said you had to be at the Diner to meet Susan? She came over quite upset that you didn't show up," Andrew's father asked, extremely annoyed that he had to deal with the confrontation. "I can tell you one thing for sure; Mr. Hammond's pretty upset with you abandoning her like that. I'm glad I'm not in your shoes. What were you thinking?" His voice echoed throughout the living room with his anger. "Clearly I wasn't thinking," Andrew admitted, hoping the apology would close the topic. His emotions were already scattered like a jigsaw that was missing the final piece and didn't need to be questioned. "Well I think you need to go straight over to the Hammond's and apologized to both, for your lack of maturity."

"I love you dad, but that won't be happening." A face full of disappointment and anger shot across the room that frightened Andrew, but he didn't care. "You will go over there and apologize! You know very well why." The determination in his father's voice rattled Andrews’s nerves. He usually backed down by now out of respect, but this time there had to be placement. There had to be a change. "We don't need the Hammond's money, and I don't need to be pushed into a marriage with Susan." He shrugged off the hated in one sentence while flinching from his father's unknown response. With a shocked stare of silence, Andrew felt instant relief as his independence took president; far too long had he succumbed to his fathers wishes. Today was a fresh beginning for him, and he knew that for the first time, he was free. There was no turning back. "What about your mothers honorary mention? We depend on Mr. Hammond's finance for the Crows Sanction for the Homeless Center whom your mom created. If your tie with Susan is lost, then so is the money; charity simply will not be enough to keep the shelter running, and your mothers rightful spot will soon not exist." Tears welled up in his father's eyes and as Andrew stood in the kitchen trying not to let the guilt grab hold of him; he too hid from the fallen tears. After his mother died, he swore he would always remember her by a daily pray, but he simply could not remember her this way in a life of lies. Andrew knew in his heart that his mother would always stand by him and if the shelter closed, the price for his freedom is what his mother would want for him. "There's something else I want to say to you," Andrew added. With a broken bond between father and son, he replied, "I don't think you can say anything more. You have already broken our family name and dishonored your mother. Never have you spoken to me in that tone and as God is my witness, it will be your last." There were no more tears to be had. "I never want to speak to you again about this. You will marry Susan or else turn your back on this house and walk away.

HOME SWEET HOME

"Baby, I would never do anything like that. I just think you, and me should talk to Susan." There was a pause of silence that only Andrews’s heart could be heard through his pounding chest. "Maybe if we talk to her and have her realize that your friendship was more important than marriage, and that you have never been so happy in your life." Sargent winked with a smile then continued, "She may realize this and might be able to discourage your father's plans." Andrew muttered in thought. The overwhelming emotional ride was plaguing at his insides making his stomach turn, and he didn't know what to reply to the man beside him that was trying everything in his power to help. "Let's go bed. I'm tired and emotionally drained. Tomorrow we can talk about having that conversation with Susan. You're probably right. It's better to have everything out on the table." A sweet kiss was exchanged with a motioned hand for an escort into the bedroom. "I know one thing I can do to take your mind off things," Sargent invited. A short smile roamed across Andrew's face as he was led into the room and thrown onto the bed. "Make me forget,"he demanded.

GETTING READY FOR SUSAN

Susan was still furious with him. Months had gone by, and he hadn't talked to her; it was just as well because she would have killed him if it was sooner. However, time passed and the hurt and anger somewhat subsided; the pain was still clinging to her, like a leech out of a swamp. Her father nudged on her madness, to go to him and straighten out his logic, but the fear of banishment overwhelmed her as she waited out the months until finally it happened; that heart searing phone call that wants them to meet. Frantically, she underwent major clothing changes until the perfect outfit was fitting. With her hair down and face made up; she was prepared to present her best. The anger that presided over her for so long had been beginning to fade and now with a positive outlook, she was cool, calm, and willing to hear his excuse of leaving her without justification. She had already agreed with herself, that forgiving him was not an option as the bloodline of the Hammond's was perfectly soiled on revenge. Any person that stood in their way of prosperity, love, respect or change, were made to regret their actions by any means necessary. The Hammond's were a loving family and well-respected in the community, but it was also known that no one should ever cross them, for they held the town finance in the palm of their hands and played the townsfolk like marionettes. The invitation was for 8PM at Frederick's Diner. She figured it was made for eight o'clock because Andrew knew there wasn't much of a crowd at that hour. She remembered the late night adventures they shared walking together under the moonlight across the hillside that usually ended with a quiet darkened table reserved at the back of the Diner. The two of them sat for hours dreaming about their future, and the wild adventures that they could have. "Are you almost ready?" Andrew shouted. "I'm right here gorgeous. You don't need to shout." Sargent replied walking up behind him. "Sorry I guess I'm nervous. Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I'm okay running away from this problem." Sargent leaned his head to one side with a sympathetic grin and placed his hand on his shoulder. Images immediately flashed through his overactive mind of his father. The hurtful longing to be there again as he faithfully acknowledged him with a pat on the shoulder each time he left for an assurance of affection. "It's time to go." Their warm hands were knotted together as they made their way out the door, heading towards the Impala. With the window rolled down, Andrew sat in silenced as he starred out over the ridge passing by. There was no sound of the wild to be heard; only the roar of the muffler and dirt being echoed. Andrew returned his head facing straight at the winding dirt road ahead. "I was thinking. Sometime soon we should leave the car in town at Joe's Auto. We could make it an adventure and hike our way home. It definitely could use some fine tuning. Besides it's our only means of transportation, and I would hate for an emergency to arise and the stupid thing not start."

"Your meeting Susan to discuss the most important altering confrontation that you will ever have in your life, in less than five minutes, and you’re thinking about the car? I'm impressed, lover boy." Sargent's hand was released from the steering wheel, grabbing hold of Andrews's sweaty palms. "You know how I feel about you, right." Sargent inquired. He nodded with the acceptance, but wished the words could be heard. "Yes of course I do."

"Then you know that I'll always be here. Anytime you feel you need a voice, nudge my leg underneath the table. You can do this. We can do this." The comfort zone was opened once again, and the emotional balance was laid. His heart would always belong with him until the day he dies and even then he knew it was eternal. "Before we see her, I need to tell you something that you already know. Can you pull the car over?"

"What is it?" He asked, concerned deeply on what was so important that he had to pull over. The right door opened, and Andrew stepped out bracing himself not to slide down the bank as he walked to the rear of the Impala. Sargent did the same with a confused expression on his face. "You're frightening me. What's so important that we had to stop?"

"There's nothing wrong. I...I needed to stop and get some fresh air." Andrew lied, and Sargent knew it. "Come on now. I know you. You don't just plan to stop in the middle of nowhere unless it's important." With an arm's length, he pulled him closer, gliding over a hand around his waist. "I should have had this conversation with you long ago." Andrews's heart was running a race. "Since the first day that we met at the diner, I knew my life was about to change. From the very beginning, you have stayed by my side, encouraging me to be who I want to be. My so-called past life was to please everyone else, and in turn I had forgotten about myself. I had never known who, or what I was, or even what I wanted, until you stood under that willow tree." Sargent leaned against the hood of the trunk waiting for the tears to fall. "I know it's been a rough ride for you and over the past year, you have lost so much." In that moment, a bolt of energy forced their bodies tighter in a long secure hug. "I'm not going anywhere," he assured him. "I know. However, here I am on my way to make it official towards my fiancée, and in time, my father. Before I speak to them, I wanted to say express how much I love you." In surprise, Sargent's tears slowly cascaded down his cheek while Andrew gently wiped them away. "I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, and honestly, I didn't know why I hadn't. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my life, and I want for nothing more; even if that means losing my father and friend. I love you." A warm touch of their lips sealed their fate as if there was nothing else in this world that mattered. A blue omni roared pass at that moment that hadn't even been noticed within their embrace. "You know I would do anything for you. I've wandered from city to city for a long time and through all that time of drifting, I have never felt so stationed and loved as I do now. I love you too."

DINER

Few people gathered the restaurant as Andrew suspected for a Wednesday leaving only one couple dressed in their tie-dyed attire telling stories. Evidently weed was probably the main contributions to their laughter but out of respect the man at the table looked over with a grin, and peace gestured; showing that he would keep the conversation level to a minimum. Andrew smiled in return. "Don't be nervous, I'm right here," Sargent assured Andrew, knowing he was tense by the bouncing of his leg. Repeatedly, Andrew played different scenarios and explanations in his mind regarding his disappearance and life choices, but no matter how many times he mulled it around in his head; the words came out garbled. How he was going to explain everything to Susan, he wondered. "I'm okay. I just want this night to end, and frankly; I don't care which way it ends just as long as it ends."

"Then why don't we start from the beginning and order an appetizer so when Susan arrives, she can be distracted?" The suggestion from Sargent was perfect. "That sounds great and when I see her approaching; I'll drop some quarters in the jukebox and blast out The Monkee's; that will definitely keep her mind sedated."

"See babe, we can organize anything. We have everything under control." Sargent's hand slid down the Andrews inside leg as it left a joyful tingling in his groin. "Keep it up and I won't have things under control," he laughed at the gesture not noticing Susan walking towards the table. In a sudden dry gulp, he stood while she approached the table, showing off her Marilyn Monroe stride. He had forgotten how big and blue her eyes were and her long marbled blonde hair that held its natural wave that encompassed her beautiful smile of glossed lips.  With nervousness in his belly, he restrained himself from greeting her with the usual hug and kiss. Instead, he removed the chair as a polite jester for sitting. Susan elegantly sat at the table while having an overwhelming sense of being ambushed. "Susan I would like you to meet Sargent." The courteous thing to do was to respond, but everything within her stood her ground with only a slight smile radiating from her glossed lips. Directing all her attention towards Andrew, she began the conversation. With all the overdue anger and resentment that were closeted inside her, she could not live another day not hearing his reasoning's for abandonment. "My father tells me that you moved up by the ravine at Snake bend. He says you have built yourself a home up there?" Andrew immediately and excitedly responded to the question. "Yes I have. Sargent and I built rebuilt a cabin that was left standing since the depression.  It needed a lot of work and with time on my hand, we restored it good as new. You should see it! This guy is amazing with his craftsmanship. Without him, the place would have never become a home." Looking across at Sargent, a smile was returned. Sargent feared that Andrew was leading the conversation too quickly so he cautiously, intervened with his modesty. "I learned a lot from my father. He taught me how to build sofas, chairs, and cabinets when I was a child. Andrew needed some expertise in the matter, so I volunteered a helping hand. Besides, it was a great learning adventure for me too. "Susan's glare stayed on only a few moments as she dismissed the interruption and with a polite grin. Instantly, her ears perked by the sounds of The Monkee’s that were playing in the background and uncontrollably her foot started to tap. "Funny thing ... This song..." she added.”This was the song that was playing almost a year ago when you left me here sitting alone." She directed the allegation across the table straight at Andrew as his eyes widened. She had the control now. His heart fell in a clump within his chest. He had never known Susan to be so direct before. It scared him, which led him into a stutter. "I ... I didn't mean for ... For it to happen." Andrew paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke again and then suddenly his inhibitions broke down, and with a full exhale of held fear; he looked at Sargent and back at Susan. "Family has always been important to me. I hold the memories of my mother close and triumph over the success of my father. However, for since I can remember I have tried walking in my father's footsteps; to become a man of respect as he showed everyone in Forge Valley. His strength and determination, as a survivor of the depression, he unfailingly managed to help others in need. As for my mother, she lent her heart to the desperate too and with enough love left over for her family she never let, go of that; even in the years of her failing health." Susan sat and listened to every detail waiting for the ultimate climax. She knew more than he thought and relished in the idea of him struggling with the truth. It must have been hard for him finally to come forth and admit his struggle. There was a part of her that felt saddened by letting him continue with his back story. However, the biggest thrill was yet to come. Sargent quietly sat listening to his rumblings of the past while wondering when he was getting to the point in question. The couple that was seated a few tables over withdrew from their stoned face giddiness and was now focusing their attention on hearing the conversation; which left them whispering their own commentary as the situation developed. With a bit of annoyance, Sargent turned his head towards Susan while jabbing Andrews’s leg to get to the point. "We were seventeen when the idea of us became a reality, and our need for lust overwhelmed our feelings for one another. I didn't understand the difference at the time." Andrew reached for the glass of water sitting in front of him and proceeded to drink down the entire glass while Sargent motioned for another to be refilled. "I knew there were a lot of feelings between us because our friendship grew we became inseparable, and our escapes over the ravine and moonlight nights gave nothing but false hopes from our fathers, and ourselves. I was brought up to obey my parents wishes, of a future that would hold our two families name, so I continued with what was expected of me. Meantime I didn't have the heart to tell you how I was feeling because I didn't understand the feelings myself. I knew I felt trapped in a situation that was not of my own choosing, and I know, deep down; you must have felt the same restrictions that were laid down from your father," Andrew finally broke from explanations. Susan shot back in an awkward tone, "Obviously not the same as you," she waited before continuing. "I never pretended with my feelings, and I didn't care what my father's mission was. All I know is that I cared for you very much and believed our lives were to be together, as you promised." Sargent leaned in closer towards Andrew as nonchalantly as he could without his affection becoming noticeable. He needed help. "Susan, it must have been great being friends growing up together with wild adventures around every corner. That special bond lasts forever. I never had the chance to have friends like that because my parents wandered from state to state searching for jobs." A deep sigh escaped Andrews’s lips while his lover took charge of the situation. With extreme effort, Susan listened to this man while her eyes kept darting at Andrew. "It's sad that you didn't have many friends growing up, but I think my friendship between Andrew, and I was about fate. It is not to be compared to your own, but Andrew, and I had the chance to build something that was lasting, and I don't think our situation is like many others." The direction of conversation was not what Susan had hoped. With a direct look into Andrews’s eyes, she returned all of her attention towards him. He felt a bit uncomfortable but knew he had to continue with every fibre of his being. It was time to tell the truth. Sargent deserved better than what he was giving. "We both know how strong our friendship is, and if you want to call it fate, then so be it. I need to point out that fate can alter someone's path into a direction that is unforeseen. I mean, if it wasn't for meeting you that day at Snake bend many years ago, my life, our lives, wouldn't come from this direction."

"What direction is that?" Susan invited the question with sarcasm. "Finding love, I suppose." A brief moment was exchanged between Sargent and Susan as the tension mounted, and she knew this was going to be the climax. She wanted it to last longer. "Love, what do you know about love? I gave you every part of me and now you’re sitting across from me talking about love as if you've never had it before."

"I am in love," he included. Her blood was pounding as if her veins were going to burst. The uncomfortable diary made her wiggle in her seat, and she knew at any moment she was going to explode. She expelled every breath to ensure her lungs could be refilled for the ultimate confrontation. From underneath the table, Sargent placed his hand on Andrew's lap. The heat from him gave him strength as he gently knotted his hand in his. "A piece of the puzzle is finally resolved," Susan added. "I saw the two of you."

Andrew held a smile of triumph, although a part of him was lost forever.  With a tug of Sargent's hand, they both stood and turned to the strange couple at the other table and offered a returning hand gesture of respectful and thank-you. Susan was horrified at the display while lifting her from the table. Every ounce of her wanted to retaliate, but somehow she knew she had lost this round; knowing it wasn't over but like always she had to voice the last word, "I suggest that you to run for your life because when daddy hears about this, he won't let it go until I'm happy, and I will make sure I am miserable."

"I've been running for years, maybe you should do the same," Andrew replied as they walked out the front door.

HOME ALONE

Two years had gone by and there wasn't a word spoken by Susan about the confrontation at the Diner. It was a blessing; he thought that at least her bark wasn't as bad as her bite. She vowed to make his life hell from that day on; telling her father that he betrayed her and soiled her reputation by laying with another man. At that time, hatred consumed him from her words but as each day passed with Sargent at his side, he slowly had forgotten about the allegations she had once spewed onto them. There was nothing in his world that mattered except Sargent and his freedom. His saddened exile from his father turned out to be a change of destiny because if his father had at no time dismissed him, he would have played a different role according to tradition, and the strength within him would have never come to pass. To obtain direction on the path of life you must close your eyes and leap onto a fork in the road. Society dictates who and what we are to be, and by not taking that leap of faith to venture off the road, we become as one of the same. This is what Andrew had learned and has held its promise close to his heart. Sargent took hold of his passion and began building cabinets, desks and chairs for the people in Canmore. It was a dream for him to rely on his talent to substantiate some form of income since his savings were almost gone. Andrew began to write a column for the Canadian Presto Newspaper with regards to inquirers that had specific issues on their mind, like....... The purpose was to take dire situations or questions and give it a humorous edge with a reassuring an accurate response. He knew it wasn't the greatest journalist job, but it was completely anonymous, and it allowed all of his time at home with Sargent. "I'm going out for a while," Sargent spoke. "You've been busy with your article, so I thought I would give you some piece and quiet instead of the loud noise of the sander and wood cutter." An immediate smile of agreement reigned supreme, as Andrew nodded and then lifted his head away from the keyboard in order to be granted his kiss. "I need to bring in wood in any ways, and I since it’s a sunny and mild out; I thought about taking a walk down by the ridge."

"Just be careful. There's a lot of ice still out there, and I don't need you to ruin that ass of yours!"

"Don't worry; I'll be all primed up when I get back. Besides I can't stay away from you that long."

INTO THE WILD

 While making his way across the steep bank that lined the valley's core, he heard ruffling sounds over-head. At first, it was dismissed as he assumed it was a small animal and of no importance, however, when the needle grass began to sway in the cold wind, he knew something was hiding within and much larger than a jack rabbit. Instantly, he dropped his backpack to the ground, freeing himself from any obstruction as Andrew had told him to do many times, if unsure of what may be lurking. More rustling within the needle grass echoed, as the air fell silent except for an eagle flying overhead screeching across the vast blue sky for his feast. He stood motionless with a sure notion to turn back towards the cave. He had enough of excitement for one day; he thought. Sargent slowly walked along the ridge shifting his gaze. All he wanted to do was get himself around the perimeter of rock, so he could make his way down into the ravine where he could gather his wits and if be, hide from the lurking predator: if there is one following him. With little air filling his lungs from the cold and his heart pounding, a cougar sauntered through the tall needle grass and peered over the rocks a few yards away, watching him. Grab your knife, he thought in a quick response and move slowly as not to frighten it. Sargent was petrified. He figured the beast could sense his fear so with a short-lived smile crossing his face and as quick as it was, he dismissed the idea as ridiculous. Steadily unzipping the top flap of the back pack he pulled out a hunting blade that was easily accessible in the inner sleeve. His heart pounded with the wintry chill in the air, as his blood began to boil with fear. There was nothing he could do except walk forward to a clearing on the edge of the cliff. With the knife extended outward and not taking his eyes off the wild cat for a moment his adrenaline coursed through his veins. Never had Sargent seen a cougar this close before. It must have ventured off the higher ridge searching for food. Remembering the words from Andrew that sometimes in the wild when confronted by wildlife; if you stand still, the predator could sense you warrant no harm. He stood motionless in the clearing as the cougar's eyes stayed upon him from as it stayed hidden in the tall grass nestled on top of the cliff. Behind him, about fifty meters was the cliff that gave him access to the walk way heading down the ridge. However, the path was a few yards off and to reach it would be risky. The furthest to one side he could get himself from the glaring eyes was to walk along the edge of the clearing, moving extremely slow towards the path with a thirty-foot drop below. Tall branches extended from outside the wall of the cliff below and for a brief moment, he thought maybe if he jumped onto the thick branch that he could swing himself further down into the trees. For a moment, he thought he could escape; however, the distance was too far, and he had realized that he probably wouldn't make it to the bottom alive. The wildcat started his approach. "Fuck. What am I going to do?" He begged himself for an answer. Keeping his knife out and not turning his back on the glaring eyes, he knew this wasn't going to end well. A sudden escape into silence overcame him. Removing his gaze from the predator, he looked into the ravine as his stare blurred a vision of Andrew ushering him down towards the cliffs with the encouragement that everything was going to be alright. In a state of calm, a smile, giving an angel's glow, allowed him to feel content. The beast leaped off the rocks onto his heavy razor tip paws and slowly began to crouch down with the intent to pounce in an effort to attack. With a squeeze of the knives handle, the wildcat lunged towards him with its fierce jaws extended and with one quick jolt from its massive paws and one hundred pounds of wild flesh, Sargent plummeted backwards onto the rocks below without even a moment to scream. The last sound to be heard was the screeching eagle circling by high above and then the gurgling blood spewing out from his mouth.

BACK AT THE CABIN

It was four o'clock and had thought that Sargent would have been back by now. He dismissed his worry knowing he liked to wander and probably detoured off the path towards the town. He also suspected that he would get a phone call any minute with an apology attached to the 'I love you', and 'I miss you' phrase. For a moment, Andrew was worried as how Sargent was going to get back home since he was all the way in town. Suddenly, it had occurred to him that the car was left at Joe's auto for repairs and that maybe Sargent knew it was finished and forgot to mention it to him. That had to be the logical scenario, so he walked back to kitchen and started to prepare something to eat for when he came home. Normally, he would hear the car's muffler when driving around Snake bend, and Andrew thought to himself that it would have been perfect knowing when to set the table: however, somehow this time he figured it would sound like cougars purr.

The phone rang and Andrew leaped off the couch to answer it with the intent of  jokingly lay down the rules to his wandering love that an early phone call would have been nice. He was very surprised to hear that it was Mr. Hammond's son, Roger on the line.

"Hello? Andrew? It's Roger." Confused as to why he would be calling him; he politely inquired on his purpose.

"What can I do for you, Roger? Frankly, I never thought any relative of the Hammond's would ever call me again." Perplexed upon inquiry, Andrew waited for Roger's reply after a long silence. He knew he was still there from all the rumbling and scratching sounds of animal's locked in cages.

"Sorry about that. I'm only the messenger here. Susan wanted me to call to see if you can meet her at the Shelter tonight around eight o'clock? She said it is urgent, and that she would understand if you don't."

"What do you mean tonight it is the only time she could see me? She's had all friggin year to see me or at least call, and now you're telling me that she wants to meet?"

“I’m calling in a favor to her, and that's all. Frankly, I don't understand why she would even be considering talking to you again after how you disgusted her and everyone else around town.  If I was Susan, I would have had you thrown in jail for buggery. You are a disgrace to God." Andrew didn't care about the verbal abuse he was receiving; which didn't last long as the phone was disconnected. The truth of the matter was that he couldn't blame any of them for what he had put Susan through, and ifanything, he knew that the family bond was very important, and each member would stand by the other no matter what. Although the two families history together served as a bench mark for Forge Valley, the new generations became bitter. Things change and so do people; he   for thatmatter, it hurt his ego, soul and claim to his rightful place in town. His mind became perplexed at the invitation, as to why would Susan needed to see him after all this time. He dared not to think that her mission was for more ridicule and disgrace, because although he understood her pain, he also knew there were still some good emotions inside of her, despite her father's approval.

The hours had gone by as he sat on the couch beginning to worry that Sargent still had not called to his whereabouts as a rumbling and slight pain seared through his stomach for which he wasn't sure if it was from hunger or worry. To accommodate the grumblings, he prepared himself left-over  meatloaf and situated himself back on the sofa but after ten minutes of picking and moving the meatloaf to one side and then the other with his fork, he realized that it was not hunger that his stomach craved. Enough time had passed and Sargent should have been home by now, regardless if he had stopped in town. There had to be something wrong, he knew it, and it frightened him knowing there was nothing he could do about it. He thought of calling Susan but dismissed it as quickly as the thought came to him and then became even more fearful that he realized there was no one else he could have called to levitate the panic. There had to be a logical explanation as to why Sargent wasn't home yet; he vocalized; there had to be. With a deep emotional sigh, he fell back onto the couch in a mesmerized state, staring at the picturesque rug in front of him. For a few moments, the worry and anxiety left, as he claimed a sight once again of the enchanted sense of freedom, beauty and carefree life that this deer existed in. So much had changed from a year ago that reliving the idea and notion of his existence shocked him. His only rock was that of Sargent, and he knew that the choice he made for his freedom was the right one. Love is conditional and comes only once in a life time; he thought. His analogy and comparison to his life choices and the deer that lived wild and free within the wintry scene existed for only one reason, and that was for their own survival.

A rustling sound steered his attention from behind as he turned around looking out the back window. Maybe it was Sargent coming in from the rear porch; he thought, but when he heard that there were no footsteps coming up the steps, he disregarded it as a raccoon rummaging around back. Clearly, he was on edge and would be until Sargent was in his arms, safe and sound. Returning his focus on the rug hanging on the wall, he let his imagination run free and with the beating of his heart racing, he let it take over his mind once again, forcing himself into a state of calm. This time he soared with the flying eagle high above needle pine's, looking down on the still life feeding from the clear fallen snow, and horrifically he noticed blood. It was his own.

PRESENT