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3 - Shockwaves Through the Valley

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Kayce, Pete and I had headed inside the main house with the two men going into the living room while I put the shotgun in the gun case between the front door and the kitchen. Entering the living room I found an open spot on the couch beside Kayce, eyeing Pete who had chosen one of the armchairs next to the couch. “So Pete Calvin, care to share why exactly you just drove onto our property without letting someone know you were coming?”

“Call me Cal, Alissa.” He responded, raising his hands up in surrender. “Anyway I came out here to check on Kayce and I certainly wasn’t expecting a shotgun to get aimed at me but honestly that’s the warmest welcome I’ve ever gotten from a Dutton.”

“I got shot, fragged and nearly court-martialed 'cause of you.” Kayce glared at the man sitting across from us. “Consider us even.”

“Looks like you got pigeon tossed. Take some r&r, man.”

Kayce shook his head in defense. “No days off on the ranch.”

“From kicking doors to baling hay. So much for "evolve or die."

Kayce leaned back on the couch chuckling. “It's hard to believe you couldn't hold down any of your marriages.”

“Still going for the jugular, I see. Don't make me put you in your place, sailor.”

Kayce gestured his head towards the window where we knew his truck was parked outside, which had my husband showing a smirk on his face. “How much I owe you for these?”

“Compliments of the meth head I took 'em off of. But you mind sharing what you're fixing to blow up?”

“This a wellness check?”

“All the shrapnel you've taken, it's more like a "no man left behind" kind of thing.”

Clearing my throat I shifted my gaze between the two men not following what they were talking about at this moment. “Excuse me, would you care to tell me what exactly involves explosives?”

“Uh…do you remember the night we blew up the rotten water tower?” Kayce rubbed the back of his neck nervously with a smile.

“Yes because that’s the night we first got arrested by Sheriff Haskell. Why do you ask?”

Kayce glanced at his formal caption. “Cause he may or may not have brought me some explosives that we can shoot down in the old quarry if you wanted to join us.”

“Cal, you just might be alright to me.”

“Ooohh so she likes to shoot too.” Flashing Pete a huge smile he chuckled glancing at Kayce, then back at me with a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m starting to see why he talked about you nonstop.”

Kayce’s head snaps up. “Pete.”

“No, no,” Pete says, waving him off. “She deserves to know.”

“Know what?”

Pete leans his back on the seat, settling in like he’s about to tell a campfire story. “Back in the Teams, we’d be halfway across the world, sand in our teeth, bullets flying, and your husband here-”

“Pete,” Kayce warns, voice low.

“-wouldn’t shut up about you.”

My mouth falls open in shock. “He… what?”

Pete nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah. We’d be cleaning gear after a mission, everyone exhausted, and he’d be over there talking about your smile, or how you rode horses better than any cowboy he knew, or how he was gonna make another baby with you when he got home.”

Kayce drags a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ.”

I can’t help it as a huge laugh bursts out of me and for a moment the grief in my chest loosens.

“See? Told you she’d like that.” Pete beamed like he was proud of himself. Kayce mutters something under his breath that sounds like a prayer for patience. Pete gets up from his chair coming over to me. “He was homesick. Bad. But talking about you? That kept him grounded. That kept him human.”

“He…” Slowly turning my head in the direction of my husband I softly looked him in the eye. “You never told me that.”

“I’m sorry, Lissa Rae.”

Pete shrugs his shoulders. “He’s not great at talking about the soft stuff. But trust me every guy in our unit knew he was in love with you.”

Kayce groans again. “I hate you.”

Pete claps him on the shoulder. “Love you too, brother.”

“I’ll get the horses ready. You two meet me down at the barn when you’re done.” Kayce pushed himself up and off the couch, heading straight out the front door leaving me and his Navy officer alone.

“He’s hurting,” Pete says quietly. “And he’s trying to carry it alone. Like always.”

“Well he just lost his father. We’re all still trying to process things….without John being here.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for your loss.” Pete nodded his head at me. “He’ll talk when he’s ready. Until then… I’m here. Whether he likes it or not.”

Cal, Kayce and I had mounted our horses and began riding up into the mountains of our family's lands. The weather was beautiful and grounding to me. It is one of those days that John loved the most. Dismounting my horse I pulled out the rifle I carried on my saddle bag, walking over to the two men seeing the targets they had set up a few yards away from us. Cal gestured towards them with his head stepping away at the same time as my husband did. “Ladies first, Lissa Rae.”

“Hey! That doesn't belong to you.” Kayce raised his voice to his buddy. He glared at him with a look, honestly I’d never seen him so possessive of me and I have been attracted at his hip since five.

“Woah, easy. I wasn’t aware that it was a special privilege.”

Pointing my riffle down at the ground I pulled back the chamber lock checking for any bullets inside and found none. Lifting my head up to the Seal man I chuckled back. “He gave me that nickname the first day we met. Five year old Kayce couldn’t very well say “Alissa” so he shortened it to Lissa Rae.”

“Where does Rae come from?”

“That’s my middle name.”

Kayce chimed in. “It’s our firstborn daughters too.”

“Alright, are there any other things I should know about your family so I can avoid Kayce nearly biting my head off?” Cal asked, looking between the two of us. Kayce and I glanced at one another sharing a look of agreement.

“Ask away, Cal. But we’re gonna shoot guns while we answer.”

“Alright. It’s still your turn, Alissa.” Cal nodded his head toward the clearing of target covered trees. Tucking hair behind my ear I raised the weapon in my hands, looking through the scope. Placing my index finger on the trigger I slowly squeezed letting it fire off a shot that ended up being a direct hit on the tree I was aiming at. The tree stump exploded into pieces when the bullet made contact and I heard Cal behind me give a “Woo!”

“Next question, Cal.”

“What are the nicknames of your other kids? Does Tate have one too?”

Listing things off my fingers I paused thinking about Tate’s mother Monica. When the kids had started becoming teenagers it got easier for us to all agree that they would do whatever they wanted and we just had to adjust to it. Monica knew that Tate belonged on this ranch and so she let him with us full time, regardless of him not being biologically mine. “Tate doesn’t have one though I call him my son. I saw no reason to treat him differently from the ones that came out of my body. Faith, our oldest girl is called Faithy-Rae. Madeline is the next and she’s Mads by us and her siblings. And then there’s Lee - Lee Marlowe after his older brother that was killed during an altercation between ranchers and the reservation.”

“Wow.” Cal ran a hand over his chin, surprised. “Your family sure has a thing for nicknames.”

Kayce grinned, raising his gun firing off a shot and nailing a tree stump just like I had done. Cal stepped up taking aim at his own target while I shot him a smirk. “It all started with him. Then it just became second nature.”

“Alright, alright. I’ve got another question.”

“Shoot,” I said, chambering another round.

“What were you two like as kids? Because I’m trying to picture Kayce Dutton as anything other than a broody, emotionally constipated adult.”

Kayce glared. “I’m right here.”

Cal grinned. “Exactly.”

“Oh, you want stories? I’ve got stories.”

Kayce groaned. “Alissa…”

“Nope,” I said, raising my rifle and firing off a clean shot that split a branch in half. “You brought him here. You suffer the consequences.”

“This is gonna be good.”

Fixing my hat on my head I grinned brightly. “Alright. Picture this: five‑year‑old Kayce Dutton, shirtless, covered in mud, riding a sheep like it’s a bucking bronco.”

Cal’s eyes went wide. “No.”

“Yes. And he yelled ‘LISSA RAE, WATCH THIS!’ right before the sheep ran straight into the fence and knocked him out cold.” Cal doubled over laughing. Kayce muttered something about betrayal.

“Oh, it gets better. When we were ten, he tried to impress me by jumping his horse over the creek.”

Cal wiped tears from his eyes. “Let me guess. Didn’t make it.”

“Not even close. He landed in the water, lost his boots, and cried because he thought a fish touched his foot.”

Kayce pointed his rifle at the sky. “I hate both of you.”

“Brother, this is the best day of my life.”

“And then there was the time he tried to kiss me behind the barn when we were thirteen-”

Kayce spun around. “Alissa!”

“You kissed her at thirteen?”

“No. He missed. Hit my cheek. Then ran away.”

“Oh my god. You were hopeless.”

Kayce fired a shot so clean and so fast it split a target in half. “Still got the girl, didn’t I?”

“Alright, alright. What about the kids? They as chaotic as you two?”

“Worse.”

Kayce chuckled. “Much worse.”

“Faith tried to ride a bull when she was nine.”

“A bull?”

“Yep. Tate dared her. She lasted three seconds and then punched him for laughing.”

Kayce grinned proudly. “That’s my girl.”

“Madeline,” I continued, “once tried to adopt a coyote pup. Brought it into the house. Fed it chicken nuggets.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. And Lee‑Marlowe…He’s four and already thinks he’s invincible. Climbs everything. Jumps off everything. Tate calls him ‘the tiny tornado.’”

“Your family is insane.”

“We sure the hell are.” Kayce slung an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome to the Duttons.”

Cal lifted his rifle again. “Alright. Enough feelings. Let’s shoot something.”

“Better shot now than when we were teammates.” Kayce changed the conversation, noticing where his friend had hit a few minutes ago.

“Yeah, well, I need to be. Marshal team's a tactical Swiss army knife.” Cal said firing off another shot after I fired off two, one right after the other. “Gangs and cartels, race warriors. It may look like god's country, but devil's running free out here.”

“Sounds similar to your previous days when you were Livestock Commissioner.”

“I sure don’t miss those days.” Kayce shook his head, trailing his gaze over to me. I could see it in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at me. He loved the way my hair blew in the wind, how I stood so confident on the land beneath our boots and the pleasant grin plastered on my face. “That's why I'm at peace on this ranch.”

Cal made a face. “Frogman at peace, that's a notion. Just tell me you don't see ghosts.”

“I guess my time after the teams wasn't as smooth as yours, right?” Kayce raised a brow.

“Crushing pills and throwing hands. I mean, I went full gong show after the Navy, but...The marshals were my salvation.” Cal eyed his friend, lowering his firearm. “And I'm guessing you've got your own demons to conquer, and I could sure use another door-kicker.”

My husband lowered his gaze to his muddy boots. “My life's been "kill or be killed" for too long, man.”

“You know, I could use a favor, though. Got two fugitives, they're holed up in the hills just-just east of your family's ranch. I can't locate 'em.”

A snorted laugh escaped my lips by how my husband basically called his friend a pans. Cal laughed shortly after with me and so I was happy to see he had a good sense of humor. “Probably using an old sheeper cabin up where I'd track bighorns with my brothers. But the wildlife and the terrain make it a no-go for tenderfoots like you.”

“Not lacking ways to die in Montana. Explains a lot about you.”

Suddenly my phone started ringing inside my jeans pocket making me sit my weapon down in the grass and looking to see who it was. Jake’s name showed up on my screen before I hit accept and pressed it to my ear asking. “Hey Jake, is everything okay?”

“Not really…uh, look I know what happened and I really didn’t want to have to call you but..”

I cut him off not wanting him to dance around it. “Get to the point, please.”

“You need to come down to the office because there’s a whole ton of ranchers standing inside. They want to know what comes next. They want to talk with you, you’re still the new Commissioner. But I can handle things here if you want. I know you have the funeral-“

I responded back to him already making my way back over to my horse, carrying the firearm in my other hand. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Everything okay, darlin’?”

Kayce turned towards me watching me climb up onto my horse, pushing my cowgirl hat back down on my head when the wind threatened to blow it off. “A rancher's job is never done. I’ll be back hopefully before the kids go to sleep.” He nodded in agreement as I kicked my horse in the belly to go, riding off in the direction of the ranch main house.

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Useless Fact #124

Bass Reeves was a former slave who became an important and the first black US Marshall. He captured at least 3000 outlaws and killed 14. Some say he was the inspiration for the Lone Ranger character.

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Character Actor

James Jeffrey Griffith (February 13, 1916 – September 17, 1993)  Character actor, musician and screenwriter

In 1959 Griffith appeared as John Wesley Hardin on the TV western Maverick in the episode titled "Duel at Sundown" featuring James Garner and Clint Eastwood.

In the role of Aaron Adams, the town barber, Griffith appeared in 1958 in twelve episodes of the CBS western series, Trackdown, starring Robert Culp as Texas Ranger Hoby Gilman.

Griffith also portrayed deputy Tom Ferguson in the syndicated series, Sheriff of Cochise, starring John Bromfield, and U.S. Marshal.

Griffith made more than seventy guest appearances on television shows, including eight episodes of Wagon Train, seven episodes of The Range Rider, seven episodes of The Lone Ranger, two episodes of Annie Oakley, four episodes of Cheyenne, three episodes of Buffalo Bill, Jr., six episodes of Gunsmoke, four episodes of Perry Mason, four episodes of Dragnet, three episodes (42, 43 and 108) of Batman, and two segments of Little House on the Prairie.

Throughout his acting career, Griffith continued to practice his original love of music, having performed in the Spike Jones band. he composed music for the 1958 film Bullwhip and the 1964 picture, Lorna, in which he also had a role and served as screenwriter. Griffith played the Reverend in Black in the opening, closing, and a few in the middle scenes of Lorna, starring Lorna Maitland in one of director Russ Meyer's black-and-white 'skin' movies before the height of Meyer's career in 1968 with Beyond the Valley of the Dolls.

Griffith made his last onscreen appearance in a 1982 episode of CBS' Dallas.   (Wikipedia)

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