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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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Bobbie shook her head and thanked the Lord for these good friends. She also prayed that this weekend would be all that they hoped it would be.
One hour and twenty minutes later Jake brought the wagon to a stop under a huge oak tree. The creek was in plain view some 30 feet away, and the sound it made as it tripped lightly over the rock-filled bed was immediately comforting to Bobbie.
Jake and Troy went to work setting up camp, and Jeff also pitched in, doing with quiet efficiency whatever he was instructed. Bobbie and Marcail had disappeared somewhere and Jeff figured they were collecting firewood.
Camp was swiftly put into shape, with bedrolls, fishing tackle, provisions box, and rain ponchos all unloaded. They were stacked neatly under the wagon or next to the huge logs that were laid out in a triangle around the spot where the fire would be built.
It was during the building of the fire that Jeff became confused. Troy appeared at his side with an armful of logs.
Where are Bobbie and Marc?
Oh, they probably went to change, Troy told him nonchalantly, and even though Jeff was unsure what he meant, he didnt need to ask because the girls materialized at that moment, both wearing pants.
Troy headed back into the surrounding woods and Jeff was left staring at the girls as they put their other clothing under the wagon seat. Jakes voice came low to his ears from where he had come close with his own armload of wood.
Ive been getting jeans for Bob to wear camping since she was a little girl, Jake began, having seen the look on the younger mans face. Shes always very discreet about it and Bobbie asked Kaitlins permission before she found some for Marcail. But, Jeff, Jake stopped until he was sure he had his attention, if youre offended, Bobbie can go and change right now.
Jeffs gaze swung once again to the girls. Bobbies pants were very baggy, and in fact he could only see them from the knees down because of the oversized mans shirt she was wearing. Marcails shirt stopped just below her hips, and she would have looked like a boy standing there if it werent for the fat black braid that hung down her back.
No, she doesnt need to change, although I appreciate your giving me a moment to get used to the idea.
Jakes look was understanding as he asked Jeff to build the fire. Thinking he had put a strain on the evening, Jeff was grateful for something to do.