Gaven's mystery

Chapter One

I had already hired a few men from Walley's construction. They should have been here by now. As the day was wearing on I stayed busy cleaning the house. I will soon have to go into town to get food and supplies. All of a sudden I heard the hammering coming from the barn, the good ole workers had arrived. I decided after a couple of hours to take the workers some cold ice tea, also I wanted to take a break. As I went around the barn I saw Denver and Kale sawing boards then to my left I saw Andy Poston, he was grinning ear to ear. 

He said what a sight for sore eyes little Amy Pickens. How are you girl? with big arms extended, I rushed in for a hug, we embraced like time had stopped. From the looks of his hard lean body time had been good to him. He was no longer the young boy I knew, but a strong sexy man. I could be in trouble here. I noticed a slight blush come across his face as a breeze blew the strap of my shoulder. in the distance I could see a truck coming up the road . Why it was ole Gary Reds his self.  Reds lumber yard was proudly displayed on the side of his white truck. Apparently Wally had bought the lumber from Red. He didn't know of the riff that had taken place between him and my pa.

Two more trucks with the same logo on it were in the convoy. 2 brothers Denver an Kale Benton were in one truck, an Gary Reds son J.T. in the other. The last I heard J.T. an Andy were at odds over the sander sisters, Milly an Molly the twins. molly had a reputation that was not lady like, an Milly had a sassy personality that attracted the men. of course this town was full of rumors. I started back to the house because I wasn't ready to confront Red.

I needed to head to town anyway. the dusty road filled with my memories flashed before my eyes. an pa was here with me, telling me stories of the big catfish , he named Goliath that got away again. he had been fishing that day at Eagar's pond. Eagar was a very dear ole friend of pa's . I can still here the excitement in his voice. it was only 5 miles into town. before I realized it I was pulling into town. not much had changed the only red light was still out. the men folk were gather around the only barber shop for miles. of course they all stopped to stare. the IGA wasn't to busy. I found parking pa ole truck easy lord knows he made me practice enough. It didn't take to long to gather all the supplies I needed to fill the fridge and cabinets. I ran into Miss Carla, she runs the local beauty shop. If u needed to know anything she was the one to ask. We made small talk an she set me up for a appointment next Monday at 2 o'clock sharp. She was one hard to tell no too. As I was pulling out the parking lot a small red car blocked me in, low and behold it was the sander sisters Milly and Molly and was all I needed to know. They sashayed up to my truck like two cats stalking a mouse. 

“Well well if it ain't Amy Pickens” molly said “you back in town for good?”

 “Maybe what's it to you?” 

“Well you don't have to be rude” Milly said 

“I'm not it's just none of your business.”

“Well were just trying to be friendly” Molly said. 

“well I'm pretty busy right now and do you mind moving your car out from in front of my truck so I can be own my way?” with a sharp look at me they got back in their car an drove off. 

Thankful that was over I started for Harper's Hardware store. I figured I would pick up some paint supplies, hammer an nails, you know things you might need around a farm. Mr. Harper was helpful as usual, and very glad to see me. He was such a big help when ma and pa died. Well back on the road to the farm wasn't busy at all, in fact I hadn't passed a car in miles. All of a sudden a green truck from out of nowhere came up beside me and tried to push me off the road. I couldn't see who it was because the windows were tinted. I slammed on brakes and whoever it was took off. I slowed down to a stop. When Andy was driving up behind me, he jumped out his work truck to see if I was okay. I was fine only a little shook up. 

He said “he saw the tail end of the truck and that was all.”

It happened so fast that neither one of us got the license plate number. I was lucky this time.