âHey, Axel?â I call out for him, as I come out of the bedroom.
I just finished unpacking the last of my stuff, and I know he said he was going start a fire and burn the trash and boxes. But I think heâs worried, if he keeps the boxes around, I might try to pack them up again.
âKitchen.â He calls back.
I put the flattened box with the others by the door and walk straight to him. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, as he finishes the sandwiches heâs making for lunch.
âIâm done unpacking,â I tell him.
He stops and looks at me.
âYou unpacked the books in the spare bedroom?â
âYes, and my winter clothes in that closet, too. I put away my formal dresses as well, though Iâm not sure why I brought them.â
Itâs been three days, since we went to Billings to get my stuff, and the moment we got home, Axel helped me organize where everything would go. My winter clothes, formal clothes, books, photos, all of it, so I didnât have an excuse to not unpack anything.
Since I packed everything in a rush, I took my time unpacking. The next time weâre in town, I actually have a decent pile of stuff to donate. When I tried to put my formal dresses in the donation pile, Axel wouldnât let me.
He says I can wear them for him in the cabin and also promised to give me some places to wear them. Someday, when they take up too much space, Iâll just donate them or burn them. For now, Iâll do ask he asks and hang them in the spare closet.
âYou will look sexy in those dresses, and I canât wait to see you in them.â He winks, and then finishes our lunch, and as we sit down at the table, I think about my plans for the day.
âYou going to do the trash burn today?â I ask.
âYeah, might as well clean things up around here,â he huffs.
I smile at him, which relaxes him.
âOn our way back to the cabin the other day, I saw some berry bushes not too far from the house. I was going to go pick them and make some jam, or maybe a pie?â
He doesnât look me in the eye, but his body is tense. I know that look. He doesnât want to tell me no, but he doesnât want me to go without him either.
âIâll take my knife, and I swear itâs in yelling distance.â I try to calm him.
âYouâll take the shotgun and the four-wheeler,â he says.
âAs you wish.â
Iâve learned Axel is extra protective, but heâs beginning to accept that I can take care of myself out here, and he has to let me go out. Itâs a learning process for us both, because I donât like being away from him either.
After lunch, he sets up a box on the back of the four-wheeler and places some buckets in it for me to gather berries. He loads the shotgun and places some extra shells in the box as well.
âAnything goes wrong, fire the shotgun, and Iâll be there. You see a bear or wolf, you kill it. Any animals get too close, even if you think itâs friendly, kill it.â
I know heâs being serious, but I decide to push my luck a little.
âWhy donât you just get me a guard dog to chase everything off, when you arenât with me?â I joke.
He freezes and looks at me, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
âThatâs not a bad idea, Little One. Weâll talk to Jack when we go into town.â
âWhat, you are serious?â
âYes. Another set of eyes protecting you is always a good thing.â
âIâve always wanted a dog, but I didnât think youâd want another mouth to feed around here.â My smile isnât hidden anymore.
âThen itâs settled. But it will be a guard dog, a large one, and not a little yuppie thing that fits in your purse.â
I smile at the thought of this giant toting around a dog that would probably fit in his hand.
âDeal.â
âWe are also going to get some radios to use when we arenât together like this.â
âWhatever you want.â I agree with him, still in shock heâs getting us a dog.
âGo, before I change my mind.â He picks me up and sets me on the four-wheeler and gives me a kiss, before stepping back.
He watches me head down the trail, and it takes less than a minute to get there.
Once I arrive, I turn the four-wheeler around to face the cabin, and then get a bucket to pick berries. The red ones I saw, when I was driving by are wild strawberries. Giggling out loud, I start picking them, making plans for all the things I can make including jam, or maybe strawberry shortcake. I can freeze some to use later as well.
In no time, I easily fill a bucket with strawberries, and then see some honeyberries as well. My mom loved those, so I gather another bucket to fill with them.
A few books I brought with me were ones I picked up in preparation for the camping trip with lots of information on nature. I also had Jack order me a few more books about the plant life and animals in the area.
One thing I remember reading though, is that berries like this tend to attract animals, such as bears. But Iâm close to the cabin and not comfortable with bears being this close. Thankfully, Axel sent me several large buckets, so I decide to pick all the berries off the bushes.
Itâs more than I had planned to pick, but it will keep me busy for the next few days. With all these berries, I could make some fruit bread too, and then freeze anything I donât use. Any day now, Phoenix will be stopping by with our order, so I can make him a pie.
Heck, on our next trip into town, I can make each guy a pie to take back. If they are anything like Axel, pies werenât on their list of items they needed to make up here.
As I pick the last of the berries, I hear a twig snap, and I freeze. The shotgun is strapped over my back ready to use. But when I look around, I donât see anything, so I continue to pick the last of the strawberries, yet, stay on high alert.
Another twig snaps behind me, and I turn around and see a movement behind a bush on the other side of the four-wheeler.
Slowly walking back up to the four-wheeler, I place the bucket down and get the shotgun ready. When I take a step towards where I saw the movement, a coyote steps towards me. He hunches down and starts growling at me.
I line up my shot, and just as the coyote starts towards me, I pull the trigger. He falls to the ground a pile of dead weight. Knowing Axel is going to come running, I make quick work of picking up the coyote and getting him on the back of the four-wheeler.
No sooner do I start the engine, than Axel comes running into the view.
âIâm okay. Just got me a coyote.â I smile at him.
Taking a deep breath, Axel walks over and pulls me into his arms without a word.
âIâm sorry you were worried.â
âItâs okay, Little One. Iâm just glad you are safe.â He pulls back and takes a look at the coyote, and then the berries.
âThatâs a lot of berries.â He says as he climbs onto the four-wheeler, sitting behind me.
âThey were too close to the cabin, and I was worried theyâd attract bears,â I say, as he wraps his arms around me, and we slowly head towards home.
âGood thinking. Any idea what you want to do with them?â
âIâm going to make some jams. Maybe, we can sell some in the store? When we meet there next week, I was going to make some pies and send the guyâs home with one.â
âTheyâll love that. Phoenix called, and heâs heading to town tomorrow and will be by for dinner. Iâll call him back and ask him to pick up canning jars as well.â He says, kissing the top of my head, as the cabin comes into view.
âWhat about the coyote?â
âHis pelt isnât worth as much as a deer one, so Iâve been saving them and making a blanket for our bed. The meat weâll grind up and use like we would ground beef.â
âCoyote tacos.â I giggle, as we bring the food inside.
âYou go get going on washing the berries, and Iâll take care of the coyote and the four-wheeler,â he says.
I spend the rest afternoon, washing the berries and making a small batch of jam with the jars I found in the pantry. Then, I sectioned out some to freeze, and then with the jars weâll get tomorrow, I can finish up the rest.
When Iâm filling the last of the jars and enjoying the setting sun from the kitchen window, a delicious aroma starts to fill the cabin. It smells like dinner, only Iâm in the kitchen, and Iâm not cooking anything.
Thatâs when Axel walks in with a smile on his face. âCome with me. I have a surprise for you.â
âDoes it have something to do with the food I smell cooking?â
âI thought we could do a real campfire cooked dinner tonight.â
As I turn the corner, I gasp, as he has a table set up under a canopy of string lights. There is food cooking on the campfire, but the fresh picked flowers and candles on the table tell me this is anything, but a traditional rustic meal.
âWhat is this Axel?â I ask, running my eyes over everything.
âIâll always spoil you in my own way. You made me so proud today, proving you can take care of yourself, even if I donât like you leaving my side. Though, weâre still getting the dog.â He pauses and stares at me. âBut Iâve never been more certain you were meant to be out here than I was today.â He leads me over to the table and pulls out a chair, ever the gentleman.
He serves dinner, which he calls cowboy casserole, using some of the coyote meat. It really is good, and thereâs no difference in taste than ground beef. He even made some biscuits for the meal.
âThis is perfect, Axel. But I want you to know you donât have to do over-the-top dinners like this for me. Just eating with you is all I need.â
âI know, but tonight is different.â He says with a shy smile.
âHow so?â I ask.
Thatâs when I notice his leg is bouncing and his strained smile. Heâs nervous. Before I can think any more of it, he walks over to me. Then, he takes my hand and drops to one knee.
Holy shit, this is not what I was expecting.
âEmelie, Little One, I was not expecting you. Until you found me in the river, I was happy in my solitude and living alone. One day of you in my space, and I never wanted you to leave. You showed me that what other people think doesnât matter, only you matter, and having you proudly by my side, makes it easy to ignore the stares and whispers. I donât need them, I just need you.â
He kisses my hand and pulls out a square black velvet box.
âI want you by my side, when we go hunting, I want you here picking berries, and I want to look over by the fire and find you reading. I want to wake up and make love to you every morning and fall asleep the same way. I want to bathe with you in the river, and when you are ready, I want to start a family with you. I love you, my Little One. Will you marry me?â
He opens the box to reveal the most beautiful and simple engagement ring Iâve ever seen. Three square stones with a large one in the center.
âYes!â I hug him tightly.
When he places the ring on my finger, I notice a plain gold band as well.
âI figure you need a fancy ring to wear into town, or whenever you want, but the gold band will be practical when weâre hunting and prepping for winter.â He says, reading my mind.
âI canât wait to be your wife.â I kiss him.
âWe can go to the courthouse tomorrow.â He kisses me back.
âNo,â I say, and he pulls back to look at me.
I shake my head.
âI mean, the courthouse is fine, but the guys should be there and Jack,â I say.
He smiles and nods. âThe sooner the better.â
âI couldnât agree more.â