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I love you, Jeff. The men embraced and then Jeff took himself off to bed. He was up early, but not being sure when the Bradfords would be up and about, he waited until 8:30 to go over. When he arrived, a sober Mr. Bradford informed him that Bobbie had left on the morning stage. She planned to visit her aunt and uncle for the remainder of the summer.
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Jenner, California
January 2, 1872
Have you got everything?
Yes, Aunt Joanne, Ive got everything. Roberta Bradford uttered the words indulgently; it was the fifth time she had been asked.
Oh honey, the older woman cried softly, and hugged Bobbie to herself. What are we going to do without you?
Youll be fine.
Is it wrong for me to pray that Cleve convinces you?
Bobbie opened her mouth to say something but closed it again; she wasnt sure she wanted to touch that one. Thankful that Cleveland Ramsey had not come to see her off, Bobbie turned away from her aunt to face her Uncle Jasper. He was a replica of her father both in looks and personality, a quiet rock of support. But today he had tears in his eyes. Seeing them, Bobbies own tears came very close to the surface.
What can I say? Bobbie said softly. Her uncle shook his head and enfolded her in his arms.
The stage pulled in a few minutes later and Bobbies bags were thrown into the back. She gave her beloved aunt and uncle one last hug and this time the tears could not be stemmed. She waved from the stage window, her eyes still streaming as the stage pulled away.
Bobbie was thankful she had the interior to herself. She allowed herself a good cry and then let her head fall back against the seat, her thoughts drifting to the past and then jumping to the future in rapid succession.
Five years. She had actually been away from home for over five years. It didnt feel that long, not while it was passing, and not even now that it was over.
There had been talk over those years of her returning to Santa Rosa, but the plans were always delayed. At one point when she had been away three years, her parents had decided it was time she come home, but Uncle Jasper had fallen ill, making her presence at the shipping office crucial. No matter how many times she asked herself how the years had slipped by, no answer came. She really loved living in Jenner and she had been so young when she left Santa Rosaa little girl in so many ways.