Joshua Bam Bam Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Cindy. Part 1

For Rkil95

Cindy hopped over the side of her small boat and kept her eyes on Bam. He was walking with his brothers to their boat and if she stood right where she was, he had to pass by her. The five brothers laughed and talked as they walked and this time, Bam was smiling, too. Cindy had met four of the brothers at different times over the past few weeks, but it was Bam she really wanted to talk to.

Her heart began to pound as they walked closer and she risked a glance up to see if he was looking her way. She was wearing her normal heavy black jacket with a high collar that kept her warm in the frigid Alaska weather. The white hat she had pulled tight down over her curls kept her head warm. But the combination of the hat and her large glasses also hid a lot of her small face. She could hear snippets of their conversation and a smile came to her lips at their unique accents. When Bam spoke, she trained her eyes on his mouth and a soft sigh slipped out of her.

"Howdy do!" Matt called out a greeting to her with a big grin.

"Howdy!" Cindy called back and looked at Bam to see if he was looking her way. Her heart sank as she saw him staring straight ahead, not even interested in knowing who Matt was talking to. As the brothers continued on their way without another word or glance her way, Cindy stuffed her hands angrily into the pockets of her coat.

"Well, Matt said hello so I know I'm not invisible." She muttered to herself as she turned to climb back aboard her small boat.

It was already too late to go out fishing for the day. She had waited deliberately all morning for this chance to see Bam and her disappointment was almost more than she could bear.
"Why does this man make me feel this way?" She yanked off her hat and coat as she stepped inside the warm cabin and tossed them on the small bench. She would have to go out hunting the next morning. Her supply of meat was almost gone and if she could shoot a small deer, then that would last her at least for the next few weeks. She was a small girl and didn't eat much, so living off the land in Alaska worked out well for her most of the time.

Living alone on her boat had been her dream come true. She had worked hard and saved long to be able to pay for the boat and to become almost self-sufficient. Most of her days were spent hunting or fishing and her nights were spent reading by the light of her small lamp. This was the life she had always wanted and it satisfied all of her needs. Until she saw Bam. From the moment she saw his deep blue eyes and his strong jaw covered by the sandy brown-colored beard, she knew he was the man she wanted to be with. She had watched for him every time his family would sail into town and she was as familiar with his mannerisms as she was his moods.

On the days when Bam was feeling good, he was all smiles and joked with his brothers and sisters. But on days when Bam was feeling stressed, Cindy could see his deep frown from far away. She would watch him as he stomped around on their boat, yelling and fussing at his brothers. He calmed down only when his temper was finally spent or when his mother placed a soft hand on his arm. But even with all she had seen, Bam was the only man who took her breath away with one glance. And the funny thing is that Cindy wasn't sure he was really looking at her that time. There had been so many people in that store he could have been looking at. But in her heart, she prayed he had been looking at her.

Cindy often joked with her friends that she didn't need a man in her life because she already had her Prince Charming. Then she would point to the neatly stenciled name on the side of her boat. While everyone else referred to their boats as 'she', Cindy would always laugh and refer to her fishing boat as "he." And until she saw Bam, her boat had really been enough.

It was a perfect size for one person and she had never felt the need to make room for two. Sighing heavily at the wasted day, Cindy secured the two doors to the cabin and dimmed the lights before she headed down to the lower deck to sleep. It was going to be a long day of hunting and she needed her rest. Climbing into the small cot she used as a bed, she pulled down her favorite book of poetry. Nestling under the soft comforter, she read the sweet words of love and desire until she fell asleep.