Greyhound Lady Walking Series
Quotes and Excerpts from Loving Pride
In life, the ‘Yellow Brick Road” is traveled by many who seek to find “home”. The mysteries of real lives are as compelling as any planned mystery story, and just as difficult to solve or justify. Daily happenings may go unexplained, or sometimes can only be explained by folklore, coincidence, “Divine intervention” or paranormal reasoning. In the lives of Trula Kiser, Judd Miner and Pride Godwin, there is a search for truth, love, and answers to their personal mysteries. The search collides just as their lives collide, when “Armadillo magic” occurs on an Oklahoma highway.
“One thing for sure” Patti was continuing to explain the security issues. “They would never be fast enough to get away from our greyhounds. Buddy has them in a special building, and for fun he put electronic doors on so that when he presses the button, it’s like horses out of the gate. A greyhound can be at forty miles an hour in two strides so no one’s escaping them. I hear the Yankees hunt deer with them up north. And the paparazzi aren’t “dear” to anyone, no pun intended.”
How was Trula supposed to heal with no path to follow to the healing place? She realized she would have to stop being a victim and take charge of her life again. She would inflict on Mr. Pride Godwin, what she had once wreaked on the bastard that ruined her life.
Carefully, gently they engaged in a kiss. Given the drama of their joint survival, it was not so out of place to be seeking to share relief and caring. The kiss, however, was unlike anything she would have expected and she felt warmth and reassurance. As it continued, she opened to receive the deepening of the kiss and there were no thoughts about the circumstances that had led to this moment. She allowed herself and him to be lost in time. All the doubts and pain between them, found solace in the suspension of logic for the present. In fact, he had saved her life, and unknowingly, she had just saved his.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close cherishing this moment as friends, not adversaries. “Come on. Let’s get down stairs before the gossips start making up their own explanations about our absence.”
“Too late”. It was Donna. “I already told them I found your clothes in a heap outside one of the doors and a do not disturb sign on the handle.”
“Donna, you take the cake, sometimes.” Then Trula realized in a panic if Donna was looking for her, Judd might be. She hoped Donna hadn’t used that humor with him. “Where’s Judd?”
Laughing at her consternation, Donna pointed toward the stairs. Trula broke free of Pride’s hold and bolted for the stairs.
Pride looked at Donna and smiled. “You Donna Jacque are a formidable woman”.
“And you, Pride Godwin, better never forget it.”
They arrived downstairs to join the gathering, arm in arm and laughing.
At midnight, there was still no return of the angry Okie, Pride Godwin. Unworried, Trula headed for her bedroom to shed her heels and change into something more comfortable. As she walked to the stairway, she almost jumped out of her skin when grabbed from behind with a hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
“Isn’t this the woman who said she would never be scared of me again?”
At the sound of Pride’s voice, she relaxed her body. So the revenge had begun.
” I think you need to come with me.” He directed her to a side door and stepping out into the moonlight she couldn’t believe her eyes. There was a very big horse, saddled and waiting.
“Pride, what is this?”
Laughing he answered, “Damn woman, this is a horse. Do I have to teach you everything?”
Putting his foot in the stirrup, he swung up high onto the saddle. Reaching down he put his hands under her arms and lifted her onto his lap.
“Ever been for a moonlight ride with a cowboy, Mam?”
“I’m seeing a whole new side to you Trula. Hmmm, You can kick my ass; carry a gun; work with cops on dangerous assignments; you’re devious; and cunning; and you have a really hot body. Are you sure you aren’t an Okie?”
They laughed and wrestled and made love again as a new day dawned on Oklahoma. Pride offered to fix breakfast and she acquiesced lazily stretching out to get the tan that would definitely have no Iowa farmer lines.
She felt Pride move to start the campfire again to serve her toasted marshmallows, but then felt him back in bed with her. She assumed he came back to make love again. .
“Uh, honey, about that breakfast. Do you walk long distances on a full stomach?” Pride was trying to look very serious.
“Why do you ask?” she inquired suspiciously.
“Well, you remember that red dress you were wearing last night ?”
“The horse has wandered off leaving us afoot.”
Laughing at the predicament, but unable to make the connection to his question, she asked, “And is the horse now wearing my red dress?”
“No, but it’s certainly going to make it more complicated to get off this hayrack to walk all the way back to the ranch.”
“And why is that, oh great mysterious clue giver.”
For an answer, Pride simply leaned back so she could see beyond him. There stood his prize bull with her dress in his mouth.
“Demon Boy, No. “she shouted at the bull as her own personal ‘demon boy’ lay back on the bed howling.
“I sure am going to have to work on you Yankee girl. He’s not a dog.”
Trula felt that same freedom she had felt on the back of the Harley. She stood up in full view of her two Demon boys, and in her best Minnie Pearl impersonation, shouted, “Oklahoma, I’m just so proud to be here.”
“I assume nothing could top this for a honeymoon night,” said Pride.
At last, Pride and Trula lay together on their bed and he wrapped his arm around her tightly. He whispered softly to her as though he was about to share his utmost words of love. “Remember last time we were here, Yankee girl? I told you I was going to have to work on teaching you all about being an Okie?”
“Yes Pride,” she answered, playing along.
“Well, honey, here’s lesson number one”.
The loving that followed only served to lay the foundation to build on for their many pleasurable times ahead. That night, in that place, Justice Chance Godwin was conceived. At birth, he was duly entered into Aunt Middy’s Family Bible, nine short months later.
The End is but an opportunity to begin again.