A CowBoys Rose

7

Sam's p.o.v

I can't help but laugh the whole damn way home! The look on the women's face! As soon as Chris mentioned her needing a hand. I was straight on it! And the shock on her face!
It actually, if anything made her that much more beautiful. She looked younger and clueless.
I wonder what she's look like with a night with me... Oh no you don't Sam!
Well, it doesn't matter much anyway! It wont happen so get that thought out of your head! And your damn trousers! God damn it! I try adjust myself but I cant help but imagine that women underneath me. Hearing her call me Samuel like I'm Gentleman enough for her.
I'm not. I don't think I could be. But damn, the thoughts there! I pull up beside the house and sit back for a while
"Sam?"
"Yeah"
"Are you alright?"
I look over to Trudy "I'm fine... I need you to sort some things before you head to bed. I need you to find your old work trousers and some old sheets for Miss Caroline"
She frowns and steps out, hugging herself "And... Why would I do that? You don't like the women?"
"I never said I didn't like her" I jump down smiling at my little sister "I simply said she was a pain in the arse"
She stares at me "Sam?" Nope, I'm not having this talk! "Sam! Samuel Peter Gibbons! don't pretend you don't hear me! You like this women?!"
I cant help but laugh "Yeah well so does every one else with a tail in between his legs. So don't hope on any new sisters any time soon"
" of course not. Because why should any of us be able to be married right?"
Oh god! Here we go! "Trudy, the men around here would do anything to get a wife. Not because he loves her, but to say hes got one. Dont you want a man to want to marry you for all that love stuff?"
"I'd like the option, truth be told!"
Well she has an option! Wait for a man to come on who wants to marry her. Or dont get married at all! Ive seen the way men look at my sister. Damn! Ive beaten enough of them for half the town to be to afraid to look at her.
I head into the kitchen and take the whiskey bottle and a glass.
And she follows me "uh... Trudy. I'm asking. Please! Can you just not start this tonight... Please!" She glares at me... God damn it! "I tell you what! If... And only if... I make a pass at Miss Caroline... I will let you... Court... Who you want. Will that make you happy?"
She smiles and throws her arms around me " yes! And you must like this girl!"
Ha! Poor fool. That women won't even look me in the eye unless she wishes me harm! We'll be old and unmarried together...
She pulls away and rushes upstairs "I'll get what you asked for! Damn I'll even make every one lunch for tomorrow!"
"Mind your cursing!" I hear her laugh and her running around upstairs...
Old and alone...
I sit in the chair outside the house and look out at the darkness around. Hearing the animals starting to settle.
Mollie comes over to my legs and lies over my feet. Her heavy stomach and swollen nipples proving she's not long from birthing her litter "hey girl. How you feeling huh" I stroke over her side and she breathes heavily. Obviously tired "not long girl... Not long"
Grief comes over and lies beside me, resting his head over Mollies paws. I smile down at the dogs and stroke their heads "you got it easy... So easy" I look up again and pour myself a whiskey. My mind going back to Caroline. How shed offered Rosie a keepers job. I heard what she'd said to her and it gave me a new respect for the lady.
I wonder what sort of wife she'd be? Obviously not the obedient one thatll bow down to a man. But then again thats another thing I think I like about her. I always assumed English women would bow before their husbands. But no, not her.
The fact she's brought a damn ranch tells me she doesn't need a man. She'd only take one if she wanted one. And when she does, she'd be a women to work right along side her husband.
And what about a family?
Would she want kids running around her feet?
I lean back and imagine my life. My father always made me believe that getting a wife would complete my life and when I see the women I love carry my child, its a feeling thats more than, love, respect. Its everything.
But it never happened. Our generation was born of men. Few women walk around a free women. And I'm not a young man that can wait for a child to become of age.
Maybe thats why I get so mad at Daniel. He's 19 for Christ sake and he's chasing a prostitute. There's 2 women in town about to come of age and he's to busy chasing Rosie that he's showing no interest.
I take a sip of the whiskey and lean back.
And the promise I'd just made Trudy comes to mind. If I try Miss Caroline. She could court...
I know Miss Caroline won't consider me, but... I smile at the idea of it being possible.
"I'm off to bed. Night Sam"
"Daniel!" He comes back out and stands in the door "I think Rosie's about to get another job working for Miss Caroline"
"Sir?" He frowns at me
"Miss darinton offered Rosie a job on her ranch and I think she may take her up on the deal. I wanted to warn you now"
He stares at me and gulps "so... I won't see her much more?"
The pained look in his eye makes me pity the fool "I dont think so, no"
"Alright... Well... Thanks" he turns back into the house.
Old and alone...
Its something I don't want to be. I dont want to be one of them men that have to go to the Saloon and pay a women if I get that ache in my thighs. I want to come home and please a wife. And I think its about time I go find one... And if miss Caroline doesnt accept me... I'll go tour around the other towns in the summer. Yes sir.
I want me a little wife. Someone to love.