James Carter has died. How do the Carter family members cope? Anna Parks won the 2021 Circle C Annual contest, so this new story has earned its place her. It's 14,000 words, way too long for a contest story or fan fiction. It's a heartwarming behind-the scenes look at Andi's family during a tragic time.
October 1874Melinda shot up in bed, listening carefully for the sound that
had awakened her. This was not the first time she had been disturbed in the
middle of the night. Ever since Father had died, Andi had been having
nightmares, and because of the door connecting their rooms, that inevitably
meant Melinda was dragged from a sound sleep as well. Sure enough, the sounds
of muffled crying came from the next room. Quietly, so as not to disturb anyone
else, Melinda stood up and grabbed her housecoat.
Andi looked up from her pillow when Melinda and her light
entered the bedroom. Her hair was strewn all around her, and her face was red
and puffy from crying.
“Hey,” Melinda said softly, sitting down on the edge of her
sister’s bed. “What’s wrong? Another bad dream?”
Andi nodded, sniffling. “I was so alone, Melinda. Everybody left
me. Father died and Mother died and Justin and Chad and Mitch and you all left
me. I was all alone.”
Melinda’s heart melted in sympathy. “Oh, Andi, you’re not alone.
Mother’s not going to die and the boys and I aren’t going to leave you.
Besides, even if we did, you’re not alone. Jesus is with you.”
“I know that,” Andi whispered, silent tears still trickling down
her cheeks. “But sometimes I just forgot.”
Melinda wrapped her arms around her little sister, holding her
close in a comforting embrace. “You’re okay. I’m here. Would you like for me to
sing to you until you fall asleep again?”
Andi popped her thumb in her mouth and nestled close in her big
sister’s warmth. “Mmm hmm.”
Laying her cheek on her sister’s dark head, Melinda closed her
eyes and began to sing a hymn she had heard in church the previous Sunday.
My
Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine.
For Thee, all the follies of sin I resign
My gracious redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ‘tis now.
She glanced down at her sister. Tears still streaked Andi’s
pixie face, but there was a hint of a smile there also and she was sleeping
peacefully. Gently disentangling herself, Melinda tucked the sleeping girl
under her covers again and kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Sweet dreams, little sister,” she murmured as she collected the
lamp and slipped out of the room. Once she was on her own side of the door, she
sat down on the edge of her bed and sighed. She was too awake by now to go to
sleep right away, and she decided to use the time to work on a letter to
Justin.
October 14, 1874
Dear
Justin,
How are you? We are doing well, although I miss you
terribly. Mother’s headaches only seem to get worse by the day, and I am
greatly concerned about her health. Every time I mention it to Chad, however,
he tells me that they will get better as time goes on and she begins to accept
the grief. I don’t think that he believes it himself, though. You can always
tell in his eyes when he’s saying something he doesn’t believe himself.
Chad has grown extremely busy with the ranch now that Father is
gone, and it takes up all of his time these days. He says that he wants to get
everything right, and I believe him, but it also doesn’t hurt that it keeps him
busy. His temper is shorter than ever, but I learned after what happened with
Kate that this is just his way of dealing with hurt he won’t show.
Mitch is being run ragged trying to finish his last year of
grammar school and help out enough on the ranch. Chad seems to forget how much
homework eighth graders have, and he works Mitch like crazy. It’s a wonder we haven’t
all gone crazy yet. He still talks about college, but I think that he knows by
now that he’ll have to study for the entrance exams on his own. He can do it,
though; he still gets high marks in all of his subjects.
Andi is very lonely, and likely misses you the most. She has
told me often that you’re “almost as good as Father” in every way. She has been
having nightmares, and her latest one was that she was all alone. Father and
Mother were dead and we had all left her. I can’t help but feel that to a
certain extent, that is true. Mother is certainly still here, but her headaches
keep her in bed from morning on most days. Chad doesn’t have time for her,
Mitch and I have so much to do, and you have left to live in Sacramento. I know
that what she feels isn’t entirely true, but it still has some merit.
I wish that you would come home for good, Justin. I know that
you have work to do in Sacramento, but surely the new town of Fresno will need
lawyers too. I miss you, and I think that all of us could benefit greatly from
you being home again. Chad doesn’t always do well as the man of the house; he
gets too focused on his projects. You look after all of us and help keep the
peace. You’re a good oldest brother, and we miss you severely when you aren’t
here.
Please come home Justin. If not to stay, at least for a few
months. We need you here.
Your loving sister,
Melinda Jane Carter
After she finished the letter, she folded it carefully and
tucked it into an envelope. Once it was morning, she would ask Mitch for a
stamp and see if he would mail it for her. She sat down on the edge of her bed
and glanced at the clock: 3:15 in the morning, more than an hour after Andi’s
nightmare. It was safe to go to sleep now. Throwing one final glance around the
room, turned down the lamp and closed her eyes.
***************
“Melinda, grab your books, we’re going to be late for school!”
Mitch’s loud call bounced up the stairs and into Andi’s bedroom,
where Melinda was helping her younger sister make her bed.
“Good job, Andi. Now make sure that you do your chores,
okay? Mother looked like she wasn’t feeling very well this morning, and
she’ll probably have a headache later today. Don’t bother her or give her any
unnecessary trouble. Play with your ark, and build a ranch so I can see it
after school.”
“ ‘Kay Melinda, I will. Have fun at school.”
“I will. ‘Bye Andi, I love you.”
As Melinda scurried down the stairs towards the door Mitch was
holding for her, she heard her sister’s answering call.
“I love you too, Melinda. Come back as soon as you can.”
She hazarded a glance behind her as she slipped through the
doorway. Andi stood at the top of the stairs, a brave smile on her face.
Despite her best attempts, two tears were trickling down her cheeks. Melinda’s
heart swelled with compassion.
“Mitch, look at her. Maybe I shouldn’t go today. She’ll be all
alone.”
Mitch also turned to look, and Melinda could tell by the look on
his face that he felt his sister’s pain.
“We can’t,” he said sadly, “Mother insists that we not neglect
our schooling. And if we don’t hurry, we’ll be late, and Miss Hall will be
upset.”
A thought struck Melinda. “Can she come with us?”
He caught her gaze and shook his head. “What would she do all
day?”
“Well,” Melinda swallowed and raised her hand to wave one final
time. “Maybe Chad will take her riding when he comes for the noon meal.”
“Maybe,” Mitch agreed
**********
Andi’s pitiful face stayed with Melinda the entire day. She
couldn’t shake the knowledge that their current family schedule was fueling her
sister’s nightmares. It was certainly not Mother’s fault about her headaches,
and she couldn’t help the fact that she and Mitch had to go to school, but
maybe Chad would be able to have more time to give to Andi during the day. If
only Kate was still here, maybe she would—
She caught herself and forced all thoughts of her older sister
from her mind. Kate was a forbidden subject, and she should have known better.
She shouldn’t have even been thinking about her at all, let alone mentioned her
in a letter to Justin. She sorely regretted sealing up that letter and giving
it to Mitch this morning, she should have erased the reference first.
But Justin would surely understand. He ought to know how much
she missed her and how greatly she wished that Kate was here right now,
helping. She would have been some company for Andi, even if she was causing
trouble, and she would have helped ease Mother’s burden as well. Melinda had
been trying her hardest, but she wasn’t as good as Kate in the kitchen.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Mitch’s voice broke through Melinda’s musings. “Just thinking
about Mother, and especially Andi. She looked so alone this morning when we
left her before school.”
He nodded in agreement, fixing his gaze on some unseen point.
“Mitch?”
“Hmm?”
“What if I’m not good enough? What if I mess up and Luisa
gets in over her head and Chad yells at me and Andi has another
nightmare? What if I can’t fill Mother’s shoes like I’m supposed
to? What if I fail?”
The thought made her want to pull herself inside a tiny shell
and stay there forever.
Mitch was quiet for a moment, watching her face.
“Well,” he said finally. “I don’t know that anyone is expecting
you to fill Mother’s shoes. Not me or Chad or Justin or Luisa or even Mother
herself. I know it’s hard, you see a need and you want to fill it, it’s just
who you are, but it’s not all on you.
“You are not responsible for Chad’s temper or Andi’s nightmares
or Luisa’s work. You are responsible for you, and for the things
God has given you to take care of. You aren’t responsible for everyone in our
house. You don’t have to be Mother for the rest of us, and no one expects you
to be. I know I certainly don’t.
“You’re ten years old, Mel. You aren’t even close to grown up
yet. I know that Father’s death and Mother’s headaches aren’t what any of us
expected, but that is not your fault. God is the one who allowed those things,
and He says that “as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my
ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” That
means that He has allowed it, and He has a perfect plan that will come out of
it.
“Andi’s nightmares aren’t your responsibility, that’s something
you can lay on His shoulders. He can take it far better than you can, because
He is sovereign over all of it. You don’t have to be afraid of failing, because
you aren’t responsible for your successes. His plans are higher than ours, and
everything that has happened these past several weeks are all a part of His
perfect plan.
“He loves you, Mel. And He wants the best for you. It may not
look like you would have done it, but that’s because His ways are higher than
ours. Does that make sense?”
Melinda nodded, wiping away a tear that had slid down her cheek.
“Thanks, Mitch. I sometimes forget that it’s not all on me. Thanks for
reminding me of what I need to remember. I love you so much, Mitch. I’m glad
you’re my brother.”
A smile cracked his face. “I love you too, Mel. A man couldn’t
ask for a better sister.”
Part 2 – Andi’s Story: Never Alone
Andi cracked open the door of her bedroom and poked her head
out. The hall was deserted, just like normal. Justin was living in Sacramento
now, and Chad worked all the time. Mitch and Melinda would be back from school
soon, but where was Mother? After pulling on her boots, she crept down
the hallway and peeked into Mother and Father’s room. Well, Mother’s room now.
Mother lay on the bed, the curtains drawn and a cold cloth on her forehead.
Andi shut the door quietly and walked to the top of the stairs.
Glancing around to make sure no one was watching her, she slid down the
banister railing and landed with a thump at the bottom. Picking herself up, she
strode into the kitchen.
Luisa was surrounded by pots of applesauce and open jars were
everywhere. As soon as Andi walked into the kitchen, she began scolding in
rapid-fire Spanish.
“Ay no, seΓ±orita. ¡Vete fuera!”
Andi snagged an apple and backed out the door. “Lo siento,
Luisa. I’ll go outside.” As she turned around in the foyer, she ran smack into
Melinda. “Oof.”
“Sorry Andi. I have to go change clothes so I can help Luisa
with applesauce. She’ll need all the help she can get, especially if Mother’s
not feeling well.”
“By the way, Andi,” Mitch called from the top of the stairs. “How
is Mother?”
Andi reached for the front door. “She has another headache.”
“Alright. Thanks. Are you going outside?” Mitch answered his own
question without even drawing another breath. “Good. That’s very considerate,
choosing to go outside so that she can rest.”
He winced as irritated shouting floated through the open door.
“Well, I’d best change out of my school clothes and get ready to work before
Chad brings the house down. See you at supper, sis.”
“Bye.” Andi pulled the door shut behind her, escaping into the
freedom of the yard. She headed for the barn to find Coco so they could go
riding. The weather felt good, and she wanted to ride with her thoughts.
After tacking Coco, she mounted up before it occurred to her
that she was supposed to tell someone before she rode, someone meaning Chad or
Mother. But Mother had another headache, and Chad had sounded angry when he was
yelling for Mitch.
But just the other day Chad had told her to stop telling him
when she was going riding. He said that she could take care of herself, and she
just needed to be back home before the sun went down.
“Well in that case Coco, what are we waiting for?” She smiled to
herself, nudging her pony into a walk.
********************
After an hour or so, they reached a stream that was gurgling
happily. Coco seemed thirsty, so she dismounted and let him drink. While he
grazed, she laid back on the grass to think.
Justin was still in Sacramento, and Chad said that he lived
there now. Justin had said that it was going to be like when he was away at law
school, where they would see each other sometimes but not a lot. Justin had
left before Father died, but she only really began to notice how much she
missed her older brother after the accident. When Justin had held her at the
funeral, it almost felt like Father. Almost, but not quite.
Everyone else was too busy trying to change their schedules to
worry about her. That was good, she supposed. Fewer people trying to boss her
around. But she was worried about Mother and her headaches. Andi knew that they
weren’t getting any better, and they had started after Father died. Would
Mother die too, and leave her here all alone? She didn’t want to be all alone,
it scared her.
She had woken up the other night after a bad dream and felt all
alone again. Melinda had heard her though and came in to sing to her. Melinda
would take care of her, Andi was sure. But Melinda still had school to do every
day, and next year she was supposed to go to girl’s school in San Francisco.
That was almost as far away as Sacramento. If Melinda went to girl’s school,
who would be left to take care of her?
She was disrupted from her pondering by Coco’s face in hers. As
she pushed away his small brown head and stood up, she gasped in horror. It was
almost dark. The sun had gone down while she was thinking, and she would have
to hurry to be home in time for supper.
Grabbing her hat, she scrambled up onto Coco’s back and kicked
him to go. He began to amble along at the same slow pace as always, and she
prodded him a little harder. He was not going any faster. She sighed and
focused on trying to figure out which direction she should go in.
Half an hour later, the sun had finally gone down, and Andi was
forced to admit that she was lost. She pulled Coco to a stop beside a large
rock so that she could climb it and see where she was. Unfortunately, she
couldn’t see home from here. In fact, it had gotten even colder since she had
left the meadow with the creek. The mountains looked a lot bigger from here,
and she realized that she had gone the wrong way. Instead of leaving the
mountains behind and descending into the valley, she had begun to climb deeper
into the foothills.
In a panic, she mounted Coco again and was about to try and find
her way home when she remembered what Father had told her once.
“Andrea, if you ever get lost, just stay put and the boys and
I will come and find you. If you try to go home on your own, it’ll just make
our job harder. Just stay where you are and we’ll come to you.”
Father wasn’t here anymore, but surely the boys would come for
her soon. Until then, she could lie down on this rock and rest. Coco wouldn’t
go far without her.
With darkness now blanketing the sky, she began to see strange
shadows all around her. Pulling her knees close to her body, she closed her
eyes to wait for her brothers.
*********************
“Father, please can I help
you with roundup this time?” Andi turned her big blue eyes up into the kind
face of Father, hoping with all her might that he would say yes.
Jim Carter just laughed as they drew to a halt near a makeshift
wooden corral. “Not this time, Andrea. Let the boys and I go. But I promise
that after we’ve corralled all of the stock, I’ll help you practice your roping
on any newborn calf you want.”
“That’s right, Andi,” Mitch chimed in. “You have to be a good
roper before you can help with roundup. Watch us this year, and maybe you’ll be
able to help next year.”
Andi frowned as Father put her on the ground. “Well, maybe. If I
watch very carefully, can I ride home with you, Mitch? I want to race
like the wind.”
Mitch laughed, tugging on her braid. “Alright, little sister,
we’ll have to see about that.”
“Watch carefully, Andi, and don’t leave this fence. If you climb
up on the top rail, you’ll have the best view out of everyone.” Chad tugged her
other braid before mounting again.
“We’ll be back in a little while, Andrea, and then we’ll rope
that calf. Stay on the fence rail. I love you.”
“I love you too, Father. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Andi stood on her tiptoes to peer into the swirling cloud of
dust. As she squinted her eyes, she saw her brothers riding toward the middle
of the herd, and Father coming on the front side. The cattle bellowed their
frustration but were moving along obediently.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the rear of the herd. Andi
frowned. Someone was going to get in trouble. Everybody knew it was dangerous
to yell near a bunch of frustrated cattle. They were bound to get spooked and
stampede. Father was going to be mad at whoever did something as foolish as
that.
A moment later, the ground began to shake. Andi clung to the top
of the fence railing for balance as the earth began to pitch and roll with the
mighty drumming of a thousand head of stampeding cattle. Fear began to wrap icy
fingers around her heart. She knew that it could be deadly to be caught in the
middle of a stampede, and Father and the boys had been right around the
perimeter, moving the stock along. She strained up as high as she could,
searching the writhing mass of cattle for her family. There!
She saw Chad, fighting to get clear of the terrified steers. He
was almost at the edge, he was out! Mitch had already muscled his way out of
the stampede and was skirting the edge, just close enough to keep the cattle
from turning his way. A second later, she saw Father. He and Caesar were still
trapped in the middle of the stampede, the cattle swirling all around them like
the waters of an angry river. Then Caesar rose up on his hind legs, lashing out
with his front feet in an attempt to get clear.
“FATHER!” Andi screamed as he disappeared from view.
Almost as if they heard her cry, Chad and Mitch picked up the
call. “FATHER!!”
There was no answer. The cattle surged past the corral, so close
that Andi could see the fear in their eyes, but Father did not reappear. Caesar
broke free and plunged off in the opposite direction. As the dust began to
settle, time seemed to stand still. Chad and Mitch were dismounted, kneeling by
a still form lying on the hard ground.
Tears began to roll down Andi’s cheeks. “Father?”
She felt movement on the railing beside her and turned to see
Riley balancing on the second rail.
“What happened?” he whispered.
“Father—” Andi began, her voice filled with horror.
“Riley!” Sid came up behind them both and placed a firm hand on
his nephew’s shoulder. “Come on, boy. We need to head on back now.”
“But what about Mr. Carter?”
“Come on, Riley. Now!”
As they walked away, Andi stared at the scene in front of her.
Chad and Mitch were still kneeling beside Father, but he wasn’t getting up. She
thought that she could see tears on Chad’s cheeks. Father must be hurt very
badly. Chad never cried.
Eventually, Chad and Mitch stood up, lifting Father between them
up onto Sky, Chad’s horse. Together, they wrapped him up in a blanket and wound
rope around him to keep him from falling off. Then Chad mounted up and rode
away, being careful of his burden.
Mitch gathered Chase’s reins and moved to mount, then glanced
around the area one last time. As his gaze came to rest on her, his eyes
widened, surprised to see her there. He slowly made his way over to the corral
fence as she slid off the railing.
“Mitch, what happened to Father?”
Tears sprang into her older brother’s eyes and he turned away
for a moment. Bending down to scoop her up, he brushed a loose strand of hair
out of her face.
“Let’s go home, Andi. Let’s go home.”
**********
“Let’s go home, Andi. Let’s go home.”
Andi sat up and rubbed her eyes. The moon had risen, chasing
away the shadows that had scared her earlier. Riley was squatting next to her
on the rock, shaking her shoulder.
“Let’s go home, Andi. It’s really late.”
“The boys, did they come to find me?” she asked, sitting up and
glancing around her.
“No, it’s just me. I already found Coco and tied him to
Midnight. He was standing in the shadow of the trees over there; I guess he
felt safer. We need to head home, it’s probably close to eleven o’clock by now.
If I bring Midnight over here and give you a boost, do you think that you can
get on him? Coco seems pretty tired, and I don’t want him getting cranky
and going in the other direction.”
Andi had been growing more and more awake the whole time Riley
had been talking, and she slowly nodded as he jumped off the rock.
“Good. I’ll bring him here.”
In just a minute, they were both on Midnight and headed for
home. It had taken a little scrambling and pushing, but Andi had been able to
get up onto Midnight’s back without the help of a fence rail. Riley climbed on
in front of her and started Midnight on a trot towards home.
Andi was ready to fall asleep by the time they rode back into
the yard. Riley dismounted and tied Midnight, then turned around to make sure
she got off alright. They walked silently towards the kitchen door, the moon
lighting their path.
“G’night, Andi,” Riley said as he pushed on the door. It
wouldn’t budge. He tried turning the handle all different kinds of ways, but it
just wouldn’t open. An empty feeling began to settle in the pit of Andi’s
stomach.
“They locked me out.” She sat down on the doorstep, tears
welling up again. “They forgot about me and locked me out.”
“Aw, I bet they thought you were already in bed. Chad locks the
door from habit, they didn’t do it on purpose.” Riley’s reassurance did nothing
to help her panic.
“They locked me out!”
“I bet that we can climb that tree by your balcony, and you can
get in that way. Do you think your doors are unlocked?”
“Yeah,” Andi paused, considering. “Yeah, I think they are. I bet
we can climb that tree, Riley.”
“Exactly. It’ll be fun, just like a dime novel! Now c’mon, let’s
go around to the tree.”
A moment later, they were both standing at the base, looking up
at the monstrous trunk. The tree was thick and tall, and Andi’s room was on the
second floor. In addition, the tree didn’t come close enough to the balcony to
just drop down, she would have to drop from a branch up above.
“I’ll go first Andi,” Riley offered, “then you can follow me.”
“Okay. Just try to catch me a little when I fall, that looks
far.”
“I bet it’s not that far in real life, let’s try it.”
With that, he reached for the lowest branch and swung himself
up. Although she was normally a good tree-climber, Andi stayed safely on the
ground until Riley dropped from the branch and stood up on her balcony,
unharmed.
“It’s not that hard, try it.”
Grunting and stretching, she pulled herself up branch by branch
until she reached the one above her balcony. After a little convincing, she
closed her eyes and let go.
“Oof!” Riley grunted as she tumbled down on top of him. “Next
time I think you should open your eyes for the landing, Andi.”
“Sorry,” she apologized, trying the door to her room. It opened
easily under her small hand. “It worked, Riley. It worked.”
“Good. Well, I reckon it’s probably getting pretty late, and I
don’t want Uncle Sid to get worried about me. I’ll see you tomorrow, Andi.”
“Goodnight Riley. See you tomorrow.”
Andi watched as he pulled himself back up into the tree, then
scrambled to the ground and led the horses into the barn. She turned away from
the doors and quietly opened her dresser drawer so as not to wake Melinda.
Slipping into her nightgown, she was just climbing into the bed when she heard
the chiming of the grandfather clock in the hall. Twelve o’clock.
Pushing her face into her pillow, she cried herself to sleep.
************
The next morning after breakfast, Andi headed out to the barn.
Nobody had mentioned anything at breakfast about her being out so late last
night, and she didn’t want to tell them. Mother looked like she was going to
have another headache, and Melinda told her to go outside and play.
She decided to go say hello to Coco in the barn, and maybe even
groom him. She wasn’t sure if Riley had had time after last night. On her way
there, she saw Chad and Sid talking, and Chad looked upset. She frowned. Best
to stay away from him today, especially if he was going to be in another grumpy
mood.
She found Coco looking very pleased to see her, and she happily
chattered to him as she brushed the tangles out from last night’s adventures.
She was so intent on her task that she didn’t even hear Chad come up behind
her.
“Andi?”
She dropped the brush and turned around, surprised to see him
standing there. “Hi, Chad.”
“Andi, I . . . I have to say that I’m sorry. About you getting
lost yesterday. I know that I told you that you could go riding without telling
me, but . . .” he suddenly reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m
sorry, little sister. I should have checked. Should have noticed when you
didn’t show up for supper last night. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
She cried as he squeezed her tightly, then pulled away to try
for a smile. “I forgive you, Chad. I should have told you that I was going
riding, I just didn’t want to take the time to find you. I’m sorry.”
He chuckled softly. “That’s okay. Just let me know from here on out,
okay? It’s my job to look after you, especially when Mother isn’t feeling
well. I know I haven’t been doing a good job lately, but—” he turned away to
hide his face.
“Don’t worry Chad, I’ll tell you. I love you, Chad.”
“I love you too, Andi.”
She sniffled, comforted by the loving protection of his arms.
“Chad?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did Father have to die and leave us here all alone?
Why couldn’t he have stayed here, or taken us with him? Why didn’t God
let us stay together as a family?”
Silence filled the air, broken a moment later by Chad’s weary
sigh. “I don’t know, Andi. It’s not the way that you or I would have chosen it,
that’s for sure.”
“It just seems mean. To take him so soon. He left us here
alone.”
“We’re never alone, Andi. God is with us, and we have each
other.”
“But I don’t. I don’t have anybody. Mother’s sick too now. What
if she dies?”
The question seemed to stun them both.
“Well,” Chad hesitated, “I guess we’ll just have to cross that
bridge if we come to it. As to why Father died, Andi, I — I just keep thinking
about a verse I learned when I was little. Mother had us all learn it together
for family devotions. ‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are My ways your ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher
than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your
thoughts.’
“What Isaiah 55:8-9 is saying is that even when we don’t
understand what’s going on, or why things happen, or why Father died, we can
trust that God allowed it. Even though it doesn’t make sense to us, and even if
we would have done it another way, we have to trust that He knows what He’s
doing. He knows what’s best.”
“But I don’t like what He says is best.” Andi whispered. “I want
Father back.”
Chad nodded in reluctant agreement. “Me too. But that doesn’t
mean that we can quit trusting because we don’t like the answers. That’s
something I have to remember, and you do too. Things won’t always go our way,
and we have to be okay with trusting when it’s not our plan.”
“CHAD!” Sid’s husky voice split the air, startling them both.
Chad gently released her, planting one more kiss on the top of
her head. “I’d better get on out there, it sounds like Sid needs something
important. Don’t forget what I said, though, and remind me if you want to talk
about it some other time. Remember that I love you, okay?”
Andi dropped the brush in the bucket and gave him her biggest smile. “Okay, Chad. I love you too.”
Part 3 – Chad’s Story: Father Would Have Done It Better
Chad dug his heels into Sky’s sides as they galloped along the
green valley floor. His conversation earlier that day with Andi had disturbed
him more than he would like to admit. Although he would never say so, he was
wrestling with the same questions she had so innocently voiced that morning.
And even though he knew that the verses he had quoted were true, it didn’t make
them any easier to follow. They had been coming back to him a lot recently,
taunting his unbelief.
It was not that he didn’t want to believe them,
it just required faith. Faith that he didn’t have at the moment, and if he was
honest, faith that he’d never really had as his own. He had always agreed with
his parent’s faith, and it was usually enough to get him through almost every
trouble he had ever gotten into, but it sure wasn’t enough right about now. His
reservoir had finally come up short. His well of faith was empty.
He wasn’t sure how Justin did it. He was handling all of this
just fine, like the capable family oldest that he was. He was sure that Justin
was upset by Father’s untimely death, but if he was, it didn’t show very much
on the outside. Everything Justin did was so put together. Why couldn’t he be
more like Justin? Handle it just as well. Justin wouldn’t have let Andi
go off riding without telling anyone and end up getting lost. And even if she
had, Justin would have noticed. He certainly wouldn’t have locked up and gone
to bed without so much as a second thought about his youngest sister’s whereabouts.
Chad kicked himself mentally. He should have paid better
attention, noticed and cared when she never showed up for supper last night. At
the very least, he should have checked on her before he went to bed. Instead,
he locked her out and forgot about her. Instead, Sid had to pull him aside and
tell him that Andi was out until midnight last night because she’d gotten lost.
Instead, she had to wait out on the range until her friend came to find her and
bring her home, and then help her break into her own house because her family
had locked her out.
He’d failed. Plain and simple.
Sky snorted, sensing his master’s irritation. Chad hated
failing. Even worse, he hated someone reminding him that he’d failed, no matter
how kindly they said it or how lovingly they meant it. He hated being wrong.
He’d been made the fool in front of a man he had admired his entire life. It
was one thing to get into fights and scrapes in school when he was a boy. It
was another thing to lose his younger sister when he was a man. The one was
excusable, the other was not. One was forgivable, the other would never leave
his memory. Failures always remained ingrained in his memory, to remind himself
never to make that same mistake again.
Failure was inexcusable.
His mental lecture was forced to stop as he reached the next
task on the list of never-ending ranch work. It seemed like he was always
learning about something else that had to be done. It was a lot of work,
managing a ranch. And he was constantly bombarded by the knowledge that Father
would have done it better. Father would have done everything better.
************
Chad turned the key in the lock and leaned his head against the
heavy front door. It had been a long day, filled with physical and emotional
stress. Now, the day was over, and he could finally relax for a minute. He had
already checked to make sure both of his sisters were safely
in bed, and Mitch was waiting in the library for a game of checkers.
Mother had gone to bed with another headache. They weren’t
getting any better, but she refused to see Doctor Weaver about treating them.
She kept on insisting that they were just from grief and stress, and they would
soon go away, but he wasn’t so sure. In his experience, things that were going
away weren’t getting worse by the day.
“Chad?”
He swiveled his head towards the library, then pocketed the key
and headed into the cozy room. Besides the bookshelves lining the walls on
three sides, the library boasted a sofa, gun rack, and Father’s desk. A huge
oaken contraption, it stood in the corner, a formal yet friendly reminder of
all that they had lost. He had thought about taking it out for Mother’s sake
but decided against it. She was hardly ever in here anyway, and the room would
seem empty without it.
“Chad?” Mitch asked again, waiting behind the ready checkers
board.
With a sigh, Chad sank into the overstuffed chair opposite his
brother. Instead of making his first move, Mitch leaned forward, placing his
elbows on his knees. “Alright, Chad. Out with it.”
Chad gave him a sideways glance. “What do you mean, ‘out with
it?’”
“You know what I mean. Out with it. What’s bothering you?
You’ve been antsy all day and I want to know why.”
Chad sighed, leaving his seat to pace the floor. “I can’t
believe it, Mitch. I made a greenhorn mistake today. Well, really last night.
You know how Andi didn’t show up to dinner last night? And we all thought
that she was in her room? Well, she wasn’t.
“She went riding yesterday afternoon and got lost. Nobody
noticed enough to go and look for her, so Riley went to find her after she
wasn’t home on time. He finally found her and brought her home around midnight,
but we’d locked the door on her. They ended up climbing the tree next to her
balcony and getting in that way because she had left her doors unlocked. And
the worst part was that she didn’t say a word about it to anyone. Sid had to
find me this morning and tell me what happened.
“Do you know how that felt, to have him tell me that I had lost
my little sister? The man I’ve looked up to my entire life caught me in
the worst mistake I’ve ever made. There’s no excuse for it. I’m a man and ought
to know better. This isn’t like losing you in the mine that time, or running
around the hills looking for fool’s gold. I was a kid then. I should have known
better. Father wouldn’t have done that. Justin wouldn’t have done that. Why did
I have to go and do that?”
Silence filled the room while Chad continued to pace. Finally,
Mitch asked him a question. “Are you more upset about the fact that you lost
your sister, or about the fact that you got caught losing your
sister?”
Chad whirled around and glared at him, silent accusations
lashing the air.
Mitch shrugged. “It’s just a question, Chad, not an attack. I’m
just wondering what the answer is, because I can’t figure it out from your
actions. I think that you feel bad about losing Andi, but you seem to be more
upset about Sid’s correction of your mistake.”
“That wasn’t the response I was looking for! I expected—”
“I know what you expected. You expected me to say something nice
and comforting like ‘it’s okay, Chad, all’s well that ends well. Andi didn’t
really get that hurt or scared because of it.’
“Well, I’m not. You did make a mistake and you did endanger our
youngest sister. Do you have any idea of how lonely she
is? We’re all off doing our own work and trying to find our new normal
since Father’s death, and where does that leave her? All alone, trying to
grieve by herself because no one has time to be bothered with her.
“Mother would do it, I have no doubt, but she’s almost
completely out of commission with her headaches. She’s counting on us to take
care of Andi’s needs, and I don’t just mean making sure she gets enough to eat.
Mother is counting on us to help make sure that she feels loved, and right now
we’re all guilty of letting her down.”
Mitch slowly rose from his chair and walked towards the door.
“It’s late, and I think we’re both too wound up for checkers. Besides, no sense
in staying up so late when we have to get up in the morning. Just think about
it, Chad. Which are you more concerned about?”
Chad stared at his brother’s retreating back while he pondered
his question. What am I more concerned about?
He flushed as he realized the answer. I’m more upset
about the fact that Sid corrected me than I am about the fact that I lost my
little sister. She could have been hurt, or at the very least gotten sick from
all of that cool damp air. And instead I’m kicking myself over the fact that
Sid had to correct me on it.
He sighed and headed upstairs to his own room.
Father would have done it better.
***********
Once in his room, Chad collapsed across the bed. His gaze fell
on the Bible lying neglected on his nightstand. It had been a while since he’d
read it like he should. Reaching over, he picked it up, his doubts from earlier
that day echoing in his mind.
Why did God allow Father to die? Why did He leave us to
fend for ourselves here without him? What happened to those scriptures I
believed as a child? Where is my faith?
My grace is sufficient for thee, for My strength is made perfect
in weakness.
But I don’t want to be weak.
I want to be strong, I can do it on my own.
Without Me ye can do nothing.
But I don’t want to do things with You, then I have to do them
Your way.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways
higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.
What if higher isn’t better? What if higher just means
harder, more painful, more heavy to bear?
He thumbed through his Bible, looking for the passage he had
remembered the other day.
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will
give you rest… for My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
It can’t be more heavy to bear, that goes against what He
promised. He promised that His yoke is easy and His burden light. He bears the
pain with you.
The thought hit Chad like a lightning bolt. He hadn’t been
trusting Jesus to bear the pain with him. No wonder he was feeling alone. He
didn’t have to do it all alone. He didn’t have to try to be like Justin, didn’t
have to do everything right like Father would have. There was grace for him.
There was someone to share his burden
I need to trust Him to share my pain. That’s the only way the
burden is lightened.
It seemed so simple now that he thought about it. So easy to do compared with how he had been laboring. All I have to do is ask.
Part 4 – Justin’s Story: Give It All Up
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are my ways your
ways.
That’s certainly true.
Justin Carter sighed softly and dropped his head into his hands,
resisting the urge to cry again. It had been five months since his father’s
death the previous spring, and he had been buried in work ever since. He had
moved to Sacramento to establish an office, and by all business standards had
been doing quite well for himself. He had a number of well-to-do clients and
had already won several cases.
“Mr. Carter?”
“Yes Tim?” Justin lifted his head in response to the voice at
the door. Although Tim had never clerked before, he fit right in with Justin’s
organization system and within a short time of arriving, it was like he had
always been there.
“I have those papers you wanted on the Bentley case, where would
you like me to put them?”
“Just put them on your desk, I’ll get them when I need them. I
can’t remember, do I have any meetings today?”
“No. Mr. Carter. Are you alright?”
Justin looked at him in surprise.
“Forgive me for asking, but you look exhausted. I was just
wondering if there was anything I could do.”
“No Tim, thanks anyway.”
“Anytime, sir. Oh, I almost forgot. Here is today’s mail. You have
several letters as well as some business correspondence, which I sorted out for
later. You received a letter from Fresno, return address Carter.”
“Really? Where is it?”
Justin came around the end of his desk and took the stack of
mail, smiling his thanks as Tim went out, closing the door quietly. Tossing the
unimportant items onto his desk, he found the letter Tim had mentioned.
Melinda’s handwriting. I haven’t gotten a letter from her in
weeks.
He sank into his chair and tore open the envelope.
October 14, 1874
Dear Justin,
I haven’t written you in a long time, but I felt the need to
tell you about some of the things that are happening around here. It has been
quite busy, but not in a good kind of way . . .
************
After reading Melinda’s letter, Justin folded it and stuck it in
his vest pocket. Grabbing his coat and throwing a final glance around the room,
he opened the door connecting the inner and outer offices. “Tim, take the rest
of the day off. I have a few things to think through, but I’ll be back first
thing in the morning. If you’ll put that file for the Bentley case on my desk
before you leave, I’d appreciate it. Don’t forget to lock up.”
“I won’t, sir. Enjoy your walk home. The weather is nice this
time of year.”
“Thanks,” Justin called on his way out the door. The
weather was nice, but Justin hardly noticed the vibrant colors
and brisk breeze. The nippy autumn temperatures were ignored in light of the
letter’s contents. It had been very concerning, especially the part about their
mother. They had already lost Father. They couldn’t lose her too. He hoped that
the headaches were temporary, but there was no way to be sure how serious they
were. At least, there was no way for him to be sure.
He could maybe go home for a visit, but moving home like Melinda
had asked? Out of the question. Home held too many painful memories.
Besides, he was doing well for himself here. He had successfully settled into
his place in Sacramento society. He was recognized in many circles as a
promising young lawyer. Some had even recommended that he run for a seat in the
State Assembly. He wouldn’t run for another year or two, but it seemed to be a
very real possibility. He couldn’t give it all up just to go home.
He wasn’t needed to run the ranch. That was Chad’s department.
His younger brother was born for that work, but while Justin didn’t despise the
ranch, he preferred the excitement and promise of the city. He had far more
opportunities here than he would ever have back home. Besides, Mitch was also
interested in running the ranch. Two brothers made a team, three made a crowd.
There was no point in him going home to help run a family
business when he wasn’t needed there. All of his training had pointed him
toward doing what he was doing right now. He had successfully worked with Tim
and trained him to be a great help in the office.
He was even hopeful that, in the next few years, he would be
able to get married and start a family. All of that wasn’t likely to happen if
he went back home. Fresno had very few people, most of whom had moved from
Millerton. He knew all of those girls, had gone to school with all of those
girls, and there were none he had thought of as someone he could marry.
He might be able to come home for a visit, if he could fit it in
between cases, but he certainly couldn’t stay there. There was too much going
on for him to drop it all just because of a letter. Mother’s headaches were
definitely concerning, and he would do all he could to lighten her burden, but
moving back was out of the question.
Geese honked above him as they flew overhead on their migration
south. All of his wanderings had brought him to one of his favorite places, a
little square near the courthouse filled with trees and benches. It was quiet
here, the deep fall hues reflected in small pools and fountains scattered
throughout the square. It was his thinking place.
For I know the thoughts that I think towards you, saith the
Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil…
Thoughts of peace and not of evil? How can Father’s death
be thoughts of peace? It has brought our whole family nothing but
heartache and sorrow, not peace. Mother is grieving, Chad and Mitch are trying
to pull their own weight and learn how to manage everything all at the same
time, Melinda is growing into a young lady right before our very eyes, and Andi
won’t even remember what Father looked like. How can that be a thought of
peace?
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways
higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.
Your ways are higher than my ways, Lord, I just wish that they
weren’t so high that I can’t understand them. It sure would have been a lot
easier if Your ways had included Father living to old age while Andi and
Melinda grew up. Why can’t Your ways be just a little closer to our
ways? It would help me understand.
***********
The sun had set by the time Justin left the square and headed
back toward his home. He was renting a set of rooms from a well-situated
boarding house while he established his practice. The hope was that he would
eventually buy a house in one of the nicer areas of town once he got married.
The more he looked at it, however, the farther away that dream seemed.
He was surprised to discover a visitor waiting for him. “Chad,
what are you doing here? This is a long way to travel for a social call.
You could have just wired if you needed something.”
A teasing grin stretched Chad’s face. “Aw, it was just as easy
to hop on a train, chug my way up to the capital city, then track down your
boarding house.” A glimmer of Chad’s former boyish self peeked out from where
he had stashed it months ago to cope with the pain. Justin had been afraid it
would never return.
“Well, since you’re here, what did you need that was so
important you went to all that trouble to come here?”
Chad’s smile vanished, hiding his dimples. “I came to talk
family business. Justin, I think you need to come home. Maybe just for a while,
but you need to come home. Mother’s headaches are not getting better, and I
can’t keep track of everyone and run the ranch.”
Justin lost it. “And you think I can? Just
because I’m the oldest doesn’t mean I have to give up what I’ve worked for to
come home and babysit everybody else. Let them take care of themselves. They
can handle it!
“They aren’t infants, Chad. They don’t need someone to keep
track of their every move. Let them be responsible for themselves. Let Melinda
and Mitch take themselves to school and be responsible for their own homework
and chores. They don’t need me to come home and tell them what to do.”
Justin paused for a breath. “They don’t need us to baby them.
They’re old enough to take care of themselves or live with the consequences. I
don’t see any reason why I need to go home just to count heads
at night.”
Chad nodded in agreement, agitation driving him across the floor.
“I know, I know. And I agree with you wholeheartedly. Mitch and Melinda can
take care of themselves. Mitch drives him and Mel to school, they do their
work. Mitch even has time to help out on the ranch – no less than I expected,
mind you. The only problem is Andi. She’s still too little to take care of
herself, as she’s proven to us amply in the past week or so.”
“What did she do this time?”
“She got lost. Went riding by herself and got turned around in
the foothills. And do you know what the worst part was? None of us even
noticed she was gone. Riley went after her once the sun set and brought her
back. He had to help her break into her room because we’d locked the door on
her. I thought that Melinda was keeping track of her; Mel thought that she was
riding with Mitch. Mitch thought that she was playing when we got home and went
to bed without telling anyone. Mother was having another headache and trusted
us to keep an eye on her.
“She could have gotten hurt, Justin. It was scarier than I would
like to admit. She needs someone to keep track of her all the time, something I
just can’t do. I don’t have the time myself, and even if I did, she probably
won’t listen to a word I say!”
Justin watched his brother pace the room, slowly wearing a path
across the carpet. “I can’t move home, Chad. I have a business here. I have to
keep it going. I have great prospects as long as I keep doing well. I’ll come
home and visit for a couple of weeks, help keep everything under control until
you get more on your feet, but I can’t stay. I’ve been offered two big cases
that could make or break my career here in Sacramento. I have to take them.
I’ll come home for a few weeks and then try to come back for Christmas. Not
that I’m entirely convinced we’ll even have a Christmas, not
with the way that Mother’s feeling. Christmas without Father might be too much
for her, and she sounds weak as it is.”
“What if you take Andi back with you?” Chad suggested.
“She’s not in school yet, and she might find the city interesting. There’s so
much to do here.”
“We both know that taking Andi from the ranch is like taking a
plant from the sunshine. Sooner or later, she’ll shrivel up. Besides, what
would I do with a child all day? I’m working.”
“And what do you think I’m doing?” Chad shot
back, his anger aroused. “What do you think I do all day, every day, six days a
week? More work than you’re doing, you can be sure of
that.”
Justin closed his eyes, fighting to rein in his temper. It was
coming to the surface easier now, with all of the grief about Father, and he
was hard pressed to keep it reined in around Chad. Losing his temper would only
fuel his brother’s flames, and that inevitably led to a violent explosion.
“Look, why don’t we talk about it tomorrow,” Justin said, trying
to keep his cool. “You’ve been traveling, and we both need some sleep. Let me
think it over and I’ll let you know if something changes by morning. Alright?”
Chad sighed, yielding to the wisdom of his logical older
brother. “I’ll be going then. I got a room at a hotel, since I know your
landlady doesn’t love having folks spend the night here. Oh, I almost forgot.
Andi gave me this to give to you. I tried to tell her that she would be seeing
you soon, but you know Andi. Once an idea is in her head, it has to be
accomplished.” He reached out, a wrinkled piece of paper grasped between his
fingers.
Justin took it with a look of amusement, then glanced at his
brother, who was by now at the door. “‘Night, Chad, see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, Justin.”
The door fell shut behind him, and Justin sank into the comfort
of his easy chair. A note from Andi. Well, it certainly looks like she
worked hard to make it. I wonder if Melinda helped her.
A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he turned the
envelope over and carefully opened it. Scrawled on the inside, in Andi’s clumsy
handwriting and illiterate spelling, was a carefully penned note.
Deer Justin,
I miss seeing you evre day. I got lost yesterday, and Riley
helpt me. Evrewon else forgotted about me cuz Im so little. Ar you going wear
Father went? I don’t want you to. You wood have maked shure the others didn’t
forgot me just cuz Im the littlest. I want you to cum back.
Luv, Andi
Justin sat back and smiled. Notes from Andi were always a treat,
especially when she attempted to write them herself.
This one was different, though. She sounded so lonely. He could
almost picture her pixie face, darkened at the sadness of being all alone
again. He understood her letter perfectly. Chad was busy on the ranch, Mitch
and Melinda were busy with chores and school, and Mother was still mostly out
of commission. That left a lot of time for a little girl to be home alone, with
nobody to play with or talk to.
But I have so much here, I can’t just give it all up to go home.
My thoughts are higher than your thoughts.
The dim light of the lamp cast shadows over the room as Justin
leaned his head in his hands, finally acknowledging what he had been fighting
all along. He needed to go home. His family needed him. He needed to trust God
with his dreams and be alright that they might not happen the way he had
planned. He needed to admit that Justin Carter, master planner, was not
sovereign over the universe. He could not control everything that happened to
him. It was time to begin trusting God, and start to understand the truths of
the verses he had learned as a child.
For I know the thoughts I think toward you, saith the
Lord…
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways
higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.
Alright, I’ll go home. I trust You, Lord.
Part 5 – Mitch’s Story: Lay Aside My Dreams
“Well,” Mitch remarked as he urged Pal into a trot on the way
home from school with Melinda. “Chad should be almost home, if he’s not
already. I have to say, I’ll be glad that he’s back. The house just seems even
more empty without him.”
Melinda nodded in agreement. “I know and I know Andi has
especially missed him. It’s not much company, but she would see him when he
came home for the noon meal and I know that she looked forward to it.”
“Maybe he’ll be bringing Justin home with him. He was going to
see if Justin could come home at least for a little while. He said that—” Mitch
cut himself off, rethinking the wisdom of what he was about to say. He was
going to say that Chad said that he couldn’t handle Andi and the ranch, and
Justin needed to help out if possible, but it occurred to him that this may not
be something Melinda needed to know. She didn’t seem to notice his abrupt
ending, though. Her thoughts were already far ahead.
Mitch settled in for the hour’s drive out to the ranch. If
Melinda wasn’t in a talkative mood, it gave him time for thinking. It was the
only time he got to himself these days. Mostly he liked to think about college.
It was his hope to go to college after he graduated from the eighth grade next
spring. Unlike Justin, however, he wanted to study agriculture so he could
continue to work with the ranch. A degree in agriculture would help him run the
cattle and crops side of the Circle C and free up Chad’s time to pursue his
dream of a stellar breeding program.
Mitch loved horses and appreciated the work they did on the
ranch, but he would just as soon work with cattle or cash crops. Chad, however,
was another story. He was deeply in love with horses and would give anything to
be able to work with them exclusively. Right now, though, Chad was all tied up
running the day-to-day operations of the Circle C, taking on Father’s job after
his death that spring.
One day, Mitch hoped that both brothers would be able to fully
recognize their plans and interests, working together to manage the largest
ranch in the state of California–maybe in the entire West.
“Mitch?”
Melinda’s question caught his attention, and his cheeks reddened
as he realized she had been talking to him for quite some time. “Yeah?
Sorry, I was thinking.”
“That’s okay. Thinking about college again?”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “Yep. I just can’t help it. It’s so
close, Mel, I feel like I can touch it. My dream of all these years is finally
going to be recognized in less than a year.”
“That has to be exciting. I know that I would be excited if I
were you.” She smiled, and it was clear that she truly shared his joy at the
prospect. “Are you still hoping to go to Berkeley?”
Mitch’s eyes lit up. “Yes. They have one of the best agriculture
programs in the west, and I don’t even have to leave the state. I wouldn’t want
to go back east anyway, their idea of agriculture is probably cotton and
tobacco. You can’t grow those things out here.”
“I’m sure they don’t just grow cotton and tobacco,” Melinda
remarked wryly. “They probably have other crops that they mix in on occasion.
But that is nice that you don’t have to leave California. I
would think that would be scary, having to go back east all by yourself like
Justin did.”
“Justin liked it,” Mitch countered. “And besides, he was born old.
He’s always been so grown up. He’s been independent ever since I’ve known him,
and that’s a whole sixteen years!”
Melinda’s laughter was like a song on a breeze. “You’re right,
Justin’s always been a grown-up. But Mitch, what will you do if you can’t go to
Berkeley next fall? What if you have to stay home and help Chad run the
ranch?”
“I won’t.” He asserted confidently. “Mother and Chad and Justin
have all promised I can go. There’s money set aside for it, and Father wanted
all of his children to have as much education as they wanted. He was thrilled
that I wanted to go to Berkeley, and he told Mother that I should go no matter
what. Besides, Chad won’t make me stay home and help on the ranch. He knows how
much this means to me. He doesn’t want to go himself, but he’s certainly not
going to stand in my way.”
Melinda nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I was just wondering
if you thought that they would say you had to stay home and help run the family
business.”
“Nope,” Mitch reassured her as they turned into the Circle C
driveway. “No matter what else happens, I’m going to college next fall.”
**********
“Mitch, can I speak to you for a minute?” Justin’s quiet aside
grabbed his brother’s attention as they got up from supper that evening. As he
had hoped, Justin and Chad had both arrived home earlier that day, and Andi had
clung to their oldest brother like she would never let him go.
“Sure Justin, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to let you know that Chad and I
are meeting in the library tonight after the girls go to bed, and I’d like for
you to join us. We need to talk about a few things of importance to all of us.”
“Alright, thanks for inviting me. I’d be honored to join.” Mitch
tried to contain his excitement at being invited to join his brothers. They
almost never invited him to join their meetings, and he had finally gotten a
specific invitation. He couldn’t wait!
A few hours later, the three Carter brothers convened in the
library. Melinda and Andi had gone to bed, as had their mother. Now was their
chance to discuss what had been going on lately, and to talk about those
important things Justin had mentioned.
As Mitch looked around, he could see that this was no ordinary
occurrence. Chad looked slightly troubled, and Justin was distracted by
whatever clear purpose had brought them together as brothers.
After they sat down, Justin spoke first. “Chad, Mitch, I’ve
asked you to come here tonight for a very specific purpose. It’s time that we
accept our responsibilities as the men of this family. We have been shirking
our duties, and I know that I lead the list of offenders. We have been ignoring
the needs of our sisters, especially Andi, and we have not sufficiently eased
Mother’s mind as she continues to deal with her grief.”
He got up and began to pace the room. Mitch was surprised.
Justin was usually the collected sitter, while Chad was the impatient pacer.
Tonight, however, it was like they had switched roles.
“I have been feeling a lot of conviction the more it has been
brought to my attention that our sisters need us,” Justin continued. “Melinda
and Andi both are still girls, and now they are without the guiding hand of the
father that we have all had. They will be relying on us to help them on their
journey to womanhood. Mother will certainly do all that is her role, but there
is no need for her to do Father’s as well. The purpose of this meeting tonight
is for us to come to the understanding that, in one way or another, we are all
now parents. We are collectively responsible for raising our sisters to become
lovely, honorable, God-fearing young women.
“Melinda will be the easiest. She remembers the most from
Father’s teachings. Andi will need our guidance the most. We all know someone
very dear to us who had much the same temperament as our Andi, and it ended up
leading her astray. We must be as careful as possible to avoid letting the same
thing happen to Andi. We must all consciously take on specific roles to help
them.
“Father was so many things for all of us. We cannot replicate
them on our own. We are too young and inexperienced, and we have other work and
lives to handle as well. Therefore, I propose that we toss out some ideas of
roles that are specifically suited to each person and what their strengths are.
I personally feel that Mitch should be the most like a true brother, because he
is the closest in age to both sisters and also the youngest himself.”
“I agree,” Chad broke in. “And I’m not so great with the advice
part, either. You’ve got the wisdom and practical experience that is the
closest to what Father had, Justin, so I think that you should make yourself as
available as possible for all kinds of advice, as well as just being a
listening ear. I know how helpful it was to know that Father would always hear
me out and help me try to solve whatever problem was bothering me. Surely the
girls need that too.”
Mitch nodded slowly, taking it all in. “I guess that makes sense
so far,” he agreed. “I definitely think that you could be the advisor, Justin,
but how can you do that if you’re in Sacramento?”
Justin glanced away, and Mitch watched his Adam’s apple bob as
he swallowed. Finally, he turned around and simply said, “I’m staying here.
I’ve already moved out of my boardinghouse and closed down my practice. I have
a few more cases left to finish, but most of them I have been able to give to
other, more experienced lawyers. My clerk, Tim, has agreed to move here to
Fresno, and I’ll be setting up a practice here in town.”
“But Justin, you were so close to your dreams. Why did you give
it all up to move back here?” Mitch couldn’t understand the wisdom of such a
move. It seemed more like something Chad would do, make an impulsive move on
the spot. Certainly not normal for the measured, thoughtful Justin.
“My family needs me,” was all he would say on the matter.
Clearly it was a little bit of a sore subject.
Justin seemed to collect himself and finished outlining his
thoughts. “Finally, I think we should all write letters. One to Andi, and one
to Melinda. To be given to them on the eve of their wedding. That will be our
final day on the job, so to speak, and I think it would be a treasure for them
to have letters that we write now. In fact, I’ve gone ahead and assembled
writing supplies for all three of us. I think that we should write them
tonight, while all of this is still fresh in our minds. Any questions before we
get started?”
Mitch slowly raised his hand, feeling like he was back in school
again.
“Yes, Mitch?” Justin acknowledged him, a hint of a smile on his
lips.
“Does this mean that I can’t go to college? Does this mean
that I have to give up my dream . . . like you gave up yours?”
Justin sighed and rubbed his temples. “No, Mitch, it doesn’t
necessarily mean that at all. Just because I felt the conviction to change my
direction does not mean that you will feel the same conviction. I felt God
specifically speaking to me about my responsibilities here, especially through
verses such as Isaiah 55:8-9. If you feel conviction about your actions, then
by all means obey the Spirit, but don’t change just because I changed. I had to
come to terms with the truths of the verse.
“I had to be fully okay with the idea that God’s ways are higher
than my ways. I had to learn to trust Him when He says, “For as the
heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My
thoughts than your thoughts.” I had to be okay with following His leadership
instead of charting my own path.
“His higher ways for me included leaving my Sacramento practice
and moving back here, but His higher ways for you might be going to college at
Berkeley now, or even going to college later. The point is, I don’t know what
plans God has for you. That’s something that you have to seek Him about. If you
need to change plans, He’ll make it very clear to you.”
Mitch nodded while Justin moved to set up the writing space. It made sense, what Justin said. God’s plans were higher than any that he could set up, and they may not even be anywhere close to what he was thinking right now. He just had to be willing to trust Him, no matter what He said.
Part 6 – Higher Ways Than Ours
June 11, 1886
“Riley!” Andi Carter bolted out of the house and tore towards
the barn, papers in her hand.
Her soon-to-be husband glanced up from where he was tightening a
saddle cinch and smiled, catching her enthusiasm. “Yes, Andi? Slow down,
don’t spook the horses!”
She reined in her steps just a little bit. “Do you have time to
go riding? I want to show you something. Or rather, I want to read you
something. I know that it’s a little busy, with tomorrow being the wedding and
all, but please?”
“Slow down,” Riley repeated. “I always have time for you. Now,
where do you want to go?”
“My special spot?” She gave him a sly grin as she mounted up,
still clutching the pieces of paper. They both knew that her special spot, now
the newly formed Memory Creek Ranch, was off limits until after the wedding
tomorrow.
“No, my princess, choose somewhere else. I wouldn’t want to spoil
the surprise by showing you the house before the wedding.”
“How about Lookout Point?” Andi returned, admitting defeat. The
spot she was referring to was a large rock jutting out on the top of a small
hillock, giving a breathtaking view of the entire Circle C ranch.
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
**********
A little more than an hour later, they arrived at Lookout Point.
While Riley tied the horses to a scrub tree, Andi plopped down on the rock and
surveyed the view. After a moment, she felt movement beside her. “The view is
beautiful, isn’t it?”
Riley nodded. “It certainly is. Now, what are these mysterious
pieces of paper you’ve been keeping from me all this time? Are you going to
share?”
“Yes. You won’t believe this, Riley. These are letters. One from
each of my brothers, written the fall after Father died. You have to read them.
Here.” She extended her hand.
“Any particular order?”
“No, just birth order, I guess. Justin’s is on top.”
“Do you want me to read them aloud?”
“Sure, why not.”
Riley checked the order, then cleared his throat and began to
read.
October, 1874
Dearest Andi,
I’ll never forget the first time I ever saw you. You were so
small and helpless, yet one of the most beautiful babies I’ve ever seen. And
you have only continued to grow more lovely with every passing year. Chad and
Mitch and I will have our hands full warning off potential suitors once you are
a young woman!
You have such a sweet spirit that is already manifesting itself.
Your deep compassion for any and all injured creatures, your innocent trusting
nature and your fiery sense of justice will all have a specific purpose in
God’s magnificent plan for your life. You are reading this on the eve of your
wedding day. That means that there is a special young man with strong character
and a deep love for you who is already being prepared as I write this.
Always remember, honey, before God formed you in the womb, He
knew you. He knew where you would be born, who you would marry, and He also
knew what happened to Father and how it would affect your life. Always remember
that His plans are best, even when it doesn’t seem like it. As you get married
and grow in your love for your husband, also make sure that you continue to
grow in your love for the Lord. He is the rock that your marriage must be built
upon.
You are still so young right now, so small and vulnerable. It’s
hard to believe that in a little more than a decade, you’ll be married. I am
currently overwhelmed by my lack of experience and the greatness of my
responsibility. It is my prayer that you have the same happy childhood that I
did, despite losing Father at such a young age.
I love you greatly, Andi. You will always be my favorite
youngest sister.
Justin Thomas Carter
My prayer for you:
The Lord bless thee, and
keep thee:
The Lord make his face shine
upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
The Lord lift up His
countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
Numbers 6:24-26
Riley shuffled the letter to the back and began the next one.
October, 1874
Dear Andi,
I can’t believe that you’ll be reading this on the day before
your wedding. The idea of you someday getting married is not something I can
easily wrap my mind around. I pray that you look back on your childhood with
joy. It’s been a hard several months, and I can only imagine that it won’t be
much easier in the years to come. You’ll have passed almost every single
milestone in your life without Father. That’s not the way that any of the rest
of us grew up, and that wasn’t my hope for you either. But, as I’ve learned
recently, God’s ways are higher than our ways.
It was never my plan to be asked to raise my little sister
starting at the ripe old age of twenty, but God’s plans are best. I can only
hope that you’ll find the grace to forgive me for all of the mistakes I’ve made
by the time I’m finished. It won’t be easy, and I know I’ll mess up, but I’m praying
now that my mistakes aren’t tragic for you or anyone else in our family.
Ever since you first opened those blue eyes and screamed, I’ve
loved you. I used to walk you up and down the floor in the library in front of
the fire, keeping you calm and warm so that you could breathe. The doctor said
that if you cried, you might suffocate because you were so little and were born
so early, so I would walk you up and down that floor and sing to you. Nobody
ever knew, and I’ll probably forget that I wrote this by the time you read it,
so it seems safe to record my our secret. Since the first time
I met you, you’ve been my baby sister, and you’ll always be that to me. Knowing
you now, you probably won’t answer to that name by the time you read this, but
know that it’s a term of the highest endearment.
Justin and Mitch and I are always on your side, and we’ll always
fight for you. That’s what brothers do. If you’re reading this and have any
doubts about what you’re about to do, TELL US! Someone I was very close to
once made a dreadful mistake in who they married all because she was too
stubborn to admit that she was wrong. Don’t be like that. If he’s out to hurt
you, tell me, no matter what he says. I’ll shoot him myself if I have to. But
if you are reading this and are a little horrified by what you just read, rest
assured that I’m thrilled to death for you. Even if I don’t say it properly.
I love you to the moon and back, little sister. God bless you in
your new stage of life.
Love,
Chad Aaron Carter
Riley chuckled then turned serious. “He was referring to your
sister Kate, wasn’t he?” Andi nodded and scooted closer to Riley. “Chad really
would shoot you if he thought you had less-than-pure motives, you know.” She
grinned at his horrified look. Riley slipped the letter to the back. “One
more,” he whispered.
October 1874
Dear Andi,
I’m writing this with a strange combination of sorrow and
responsibility, as well as a healthy amount of fear. Tonight, Justin called me
and Chad together for a meeting in the library. We’ve been in a bit of denial
about the great responsibility that we’ve been given, and it was time for us to
accept it in full. No sixteen-year-old plans on losing his father and then
having to help his brothers raise his sister.
By the time you’re reading this, one of two things will have
happened. Right now, Mother is feeling poorly and getting worse by the day. She
is constantly plagued by headaches that keep her from functioning at all. I’m a
little scared that we’re going to lose her too. Hopefully, though, she will be
back to her normal self soon and you will only remember her as the Mother we
all know and love. Either way, there’s no escaping the responsibility that we
as your brothers have to you and Melinda. Thankfully, Justin and Chad both
agreed that I don’t need to do a whole lot of parenting. I just get to be there
for you.
Justin says that you’ll be reading this on the day you get
married, and right now that seems a little too far off for me to imagine.
You’re still a little girl, not much more than a baby, toddling around the
house and chattering our ears off. It’s hard to think that one day you’ll be a
grown young woman about to get married. I’m not even old enough to be thinking
about marriage, I can hardly contemplate it for you.
I hope and pray that your childhood is happy, and that you are
free from a lot of the turmoil and trouble that has disrupted your life so far.
I can’t go back and erase some of the things that have happened to you, but I’d
do it at the drop of a hat if I could. I wish with all my heart that I could
have kept you from seeing what happened to Father. I hope that by the time you’re
reading this you will have forgotten that awful day, but I think that’s not
likely.
You just walked into a room, looking for anyone who could give a
comforting hug. You’d had a nightmare about Father again, and Justin just took
you back upstairs to bed. Chad and I don’t have any idea what we’re doing, but
Justin seems to have this whole parenting thing down pat. It figures. He’s good
at everything else, why not parenting too?
I’m starting to run out of paper now, so I reckon I’ll close
this letter by saying that I love you, little sister. More than you will ever
know. I don’t have to give up a whole lot to be here for you, but Justin and
Chad are both making hard sacrifices, Justin especially. They’ll never say it,
so I’ll tell you in this letter because Justin promised not to read them when
he puts them away. Justin left a budding law practice in Sacramento to come
back home for you. He was climbing to the top and was on his way to winning a
seat in the state assembly. He gave it all up for you. He did it without a word
and knowing him, he’ll probably never mention it again, but I wanted you to
know how much he loves you.
Take care of yourself, little sister. Love God, love the man
you’re about to marry, and know how much we all love you.
Mitchell James Carter
P.S. Maybe name one of my nephews after me one of these days?
It’d be nice to have another Mitchell in the family.
Andi and Riley sat quietly for several moments after they
finished the letters. Andi sat with her knees pressed up against her chest,
fighting to keep the tears from sliding down her cheeks while Riley stared at
the towering Sierras.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Wow. How special to have these
treasures from your brothers. I can’t believe that they wrote to you all those
years ago, and that they saved those letters for the day before your wedding.”
Andi nodded, not trusting her face to hide her deep emotions. “I
always felt like Justin was my surrogate father, but I never knew how much he
gave up to play that role. I guess I always thought that he meant to be there
for me, that he had always done it. Had always planned on doing it. I never
thought about how much he gave up to be at home for me.”
“I knew.” Riley paused to clear his throat. “I knew that he
didn’t always live on the ranch, and I remembered when he lived in the city for
a while, but I didn’t know that there was that much sacrifice involved in
coming home. From Mitch’s letter, though, it sounds like he gave
up quite a lot.”
“All of the boys’ letters to me mentioned that they hoped I
would have a happy childhood, and that I’d forgive all of their mistakes, but I
can’t think of any mistakes they would have made to forgive. They always did
everything right, I guess. Things I might have been angry about growing up, I
now see the wisdom in. They did what was best for me, always. At least, always
that I can think of.”
Riley tipped his head back to watch the sunset. “You know, I
reckon they were right. Actually, I know they were right.
God’s ways are best. Look at you: you turned out just fine, even though it
wasn’t the way anyone in your family would have planned it. I wouldn’t have
chosen to have my mama get so sick that I had to come and live with Uncle Sid,
but if I wouldn’t have come as a boy, I might not have come back, and we
wouldn’t be about to get married tomorrow.
“God always knows what He’s doing. It’s us who get all confused
and controlling. I am so thankful that I came and then came back, because it
allowed me to meet you and eventually ask you to become my wife. If I could
have gone back in time and changed something, though, I would probably have
changed Mama’s illness.”
Andi pondered Riley’s words as they mixed with the verse that
had been referenced in every letter.
Yes, Lord. Your ways truly are higher than our ways.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are My ways your ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher
than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your
thoughts.
Isaiah 55:8-9
From Faith
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ReplyDeleteYou are such a good writer Anna!!! I love the part where Andi and Riley read the letters from her brothers. So sweet!!!!! You definitely put a lot of thought into this story. Keep on writing!!
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ReplyDeleteThis was so good, Anna! I really enjoyed it.
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ReplyDeleteThis story is amazing! It will go down in history as one of the best fan fiction stories. If I hadn’t seen who wrote it I would have thought it was written by Mrs. Marlow!
From Katie Moen
ReplyDeleteWow I finally got to finish it! Man Andis brothers are so sweet.ππ I just love the story!
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From Anna (Parks)
ReplyDeleteSo glad that everyone is enjoying it!
~Anna Elizabeth
From Tori H.
ReplyDeleteHands down is one of the best Fan Fiction ever!
Wow! oh just wow, Anna!! that was AMAZING!! i LOVED all the POVs and the emotion and wow you did so well writing the letters too π they sounded so, so sincere like the Carter brother’s them selves wrote them.
That really brought tears to my eyes. it felt like we were right there at the Circle C ranch, or Justin’s office.
Keep writing you have a talent!!
From A.D.
ReplyDeleteI’m most definitely not crying here. π This gives me a whole new look on the Carter siblings. I would never have thought of how much Andi’s brothers gave up for her and Melinda. Just one of the sweetest things ever. The part where the letters were read just had me balling from the first sentence in Justin’s to the last sentence in Mitch’s. I will be reading this story again. God’s ways are certainly higher than ours.
From Anna Parks (the author)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I’m so glad you liked it. Fun fact, I actually wrote the letters from each brother when I wrote their POV for the story. So when I was writing Justin’s part, I also wrote the letter from him. It was a whole lot easier to maintain their separate “voices” within each letter because I was already in their heads for their POV part. I am glad that everyone loves it, I had so much fun writing it!!!
~Anna Parks
From Ellen S.
ReplyDeleteHi Anna! I read this story a while ago and have been meaning to comment. It is really, really good! You did a fantastic job with all the different POV scenes and with keeping the characters in character. Chad’s, Mitch’s, and Justin’s letters were so super special (and I have to say that Chad’s letter was my favorite out of the three :D). The way you incorporated the passage from Isaiah throughout was very nicely done, as well. God’s ways truly are higher than ours!
Again, great job, and please, keep writing! You have a gift!
From Anna Parks
DeleteThanks so much. That passage has meant a good deal to me, and it was fun (as well as a good writing exercise) to see how it would apply differently to each character and their personality. I see different parts of myself in each of the Carter siblings, and that helped make it really fun to write. I am glad that everyone seems to be enjoying it!
Thanks,
~Anna
-Anna Parks, I know I commented before but this story is so sweet, and so- I can’t even began to describe it in just words. It was such a good story, you wrote it very well, you put the Carter’s emotions in it so well, I am still thinking about it. I just reread it and my, even though I already read it once, reading it again was wonderful. It really really touched me. Thank you for writing that story.
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I have read this story and reread it, and reread it again. SO GOOD! I cried buckets while reading it, especially reading parts 4-5. So sad, yet so inspiring at the same time. Great job!!
-Anna Parks, I have read this story over and over again, I can't seem to stop reading it! You are such a gifted writer, God has given you a great gift. You put the Carter's emotions in it perfectly, it was like reading a book by Mrs. M. I cry every time I read it, it's so wonderful. Such a good storyline and plot, I felt like I had just lost my father. Great job again and thank you for writing this story. I hope you keep on writing and that I see a lot more stories from you. Love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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