Night Journey by Goldie Browning

Author:Goldie Browning [Browning, Goldie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Storyteller Publishing
Published: 2011-10-04T06:00:00+00:00

Harry brushed imaginary lint off the sleeve of his jacket, straightened his tie, and scanned the crowd for Ivy. It had been almost two days since he’d seen her and he’d spent a lot of that time trying to clean the whiskey out of his only jacket. But he’d managed it and now he was so excited he feared he might burst. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else, even while he reeled in the fish at Doc Pruett’s place.

This celebration was completely different from the one he’d attended two nights ago. The Fourth of July festival was outside, in the center of town. Three fiddlers and a man on banjo entertained the crowd from a newly erected bandstand at the Basin Spring Park.

Earlier in the day there had been a parade and a picnic, with sack races and watermelon eating contests. But Harry knew Ivy wouldn’t be here until later, so he’d stayed away until now. Brightly colored booths still lined the streets, selling everything imaginable, but they were beginning to shut down for the evening’s entertainment. At eight o’clock, the party was just beginning. Now that the blistering July sun had finally begun its descent beneath the western ridge of the Ozarks, everyone could relax and enjoy themselves.

“Hey, Harry. Look over there.” Clyde pointed across the crowd of people seated at the long picnic tables that had been brought in for the occasion. “There they are.”

Harry’s whole body tingled with excitement as he and Clyde made their way toward the two women. His breath caught when he saw Ivy up close. She didn’t look like a movie star anymore, but she seemed more beautiful than ever to him.

That pretty little blue dress she wore sure looked soft and frilly—but the best part was the way it showed off those perfect legs and slender ankles. Harry gave thanks to the fashion gods for letting the ladies wear their skirts a little shorter this year—almost to the knees.

He had to force himself not to stare at the satiny smooth skin of her bare arms and the little vee that formed right at the neckline of her frock, which hinted at the softly swelling bosom underneath. He liked her hair better this way too. Those bouncy little curls around her face made him want to reach out and run his fingers through them. His heart lurched when her green eyes flashed with recognition.

Clyde was the first to speak. “Hey, baby. Couldn’t wait to see ya again.” He walked over like he owned the place, straddled the bench, and sat next to Tyme.

“Me neither,” purred Tyme, still playing the vamp even in normal street attire. She had abandoned the black mourning clothes, opting instead for a hot pink dress and matching beret. She bent forward and pecked Clyde on the cheek.

Harry stood awkwardly. He wondered what he should do, since an older lady sat next to Ivy. She was quite a stunning woman, with light brown hair piled atop her head in an old-fashioned, Gibson girl style.

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