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						Ador 
				A Tale of Romance By The Star*
					Chapter Seven


August drenched the eastern slopes of the Cascades with sunshine and 
late-summer heat. Rick wanted to get out of it for a while, before he headed 
into the greater heat of the Sacramento Valley. So he suggested to Marty 
that they take a ride--their women were invited.

Hazel volunteered to spoil Robby while his mother was gone. He was always a 
joy anyway, and this would be a chance for her and Ad to do some 
'grandparent bonding'. "Truth to tell, Ador , Ad's worse with the kid than I 
am. I don't think the boy can ask him for anything and be refused."

Ador  just grinned. "My dad would have been the same... And mom makes a 
point of spoiling him outrageously every chance she gets."

So when they headed out, it was four riders and two packhorses. They wanted 
to be comfortable, though they were camping in wilderness.

The first day, they pushed hard to get up to altitude and out of the heat. 
They would spend a few days in the park with the stream running through it. 
Marty figured the grass would support six horses for about a week. It was a 
great place to camp and high enough that the heat would not be too bad--with 
cool nights for comfortable sleeping.

They lazed around, taking short rides of a couple hours or so during the 
days, and spent a lot of time holding hands and kissing their mates. This 
time was the real vacation in their 'summer vacation' from school. They 
didn't use the tents, both couples preferring to sleep under the stars. 
Although they slept separated by a good distance for privacy, moans and 
cries of ecstasy could sometimes be heard--causing some good-natured 
chuckles and occasional reciprocal cries from the other camp.

After about four days, they decided to ride on up into the mountains--all 
four of them saw scenery they'd never enjoyed before and would remember the 
late summer ride fondly.

The boys found time to explain to each other their ideas on raising horses 
and Angus cattle as a business. Both had studied it enough that they could 
even, they thought, give some reasonably accurate estimates of income to be 
expected, given the current market conditions.

Each was satisfied that the other had thought it through and knew what he 
was doing.



A week after they returned to the ranch, it was time for Rick and Elin to 
make their way back to school. His pickup wasn't nearly so full going 
back--all the laundry was clean and neatly folded and packed, rather than 
just being stuffed into the truck.

The night before they left, Hazel had a big family dinner. Afterwards, Ad 
made a point of spending a moment with Elin--and slipped her a few hundred 
dollars.
"We don't need this, Ad," she said, trying to return it.

"Humor me, honey. You're moving into a new place. You always need a couple 
new curtains, and a few dishes, or pans, or serving spoons...telephone 
deposit and apartment cleaning deposit...  Anytime you move, there are 
things you need and they cost money. I know you are on a pretty tight budget 
and I want to help. OK?"

She smiled at him, making his day. "OK Ad. You win... this time. Thanks. I 
appreciate it, really."



Their drive back to California seemed to fly by. Both enjoyed the scenery 
and the trip, but felt that they arrived at their apartment minutes after 
leaving the ranch.

Then they had all the setting up to do, including getting their belongings 
out of storage. Their first night, they slept on the floor, wrapped in the 
bedding Rick brought from home, until they could get their furniture from 
the storage site.

But then, Elin had the apartment the way she wanted it within a couple of 
days.

They had to get Elin registered and get her class schedule lined up. She had 
her meeting with her new academic advisor and arranged her course schedule. 
She would take a track leading to a B.A. in education, with a minor in 
art--those requirements were already finished, since Davis accepted all her 
credits from USF. Although she'd have preferred to teach at the high school 
level, she focused her effort on learning how to teach young children.

A bright lady, she now knew what life on the ranch was like--and that she 
and Hazel would have to be the teachers for her children. The school in 
Sisters, the nearest, was just too far for children to make the commute in 
winter.
She found, to her delight, that if she really pushed it this year, she could 
graduate with Rick! She'd have to take eighteen hours per term, but it could 
be done. Rick encouraged her--after assuring himself that this was what she 
really wanted to do--so she went for it.

"Darling, I don't think I'll have time or opportunity for college after this 
year. I'd like to get a degree... to hang on the wall, if nothing else."

Rick agreed and said he'd do what he could to help--as long as she didn't 
leave him horny _too_ many nights.  She hit him for that remark.

Elin found immediately that she had to keep her engagement ring on... If she 
didn't, the guys would swarm, wanting to take her to this or that party, 
dinner, pizza and so on. She didn't blame them, nor did Rick. She knew how 
she looked, and she was a really nice person. Even knowing that she was 
taken, more than one student that year fell quietly in love with the 
gorgeous blonde.
Rick had a number of friends, too--mostly guys he'd met in classes, and from 
his fraternity. Their apartment soon became a sort of study club for a few 
of these. Elin was always treated with respect, as were any other girls who 
might join them. The girls loved it--they weren't slobbered over and were 
accepted for who they were, not just that they were available female bodies. 
(Two marriages that Elin knew of came from meetings in her apartment. Good 
ones, too--at least, they were still intact years later at a class reunion.)

The friendships they made that year were important to them later, for 
fellowship and an occasional exchange of gossip more than for business 
purposes. Life on the ranch could be really isolated and the occasional 
contact with old friends became more important to them as they got older.

Shortly after they were settled in their apartment, Elin had a question for 
Rick.

"Darling?" she asked, after she'd done her best to drain his testicles into 
her body.

"Yeah?"

"How soon can I get pregnant?"

Rick rolled onto his side, propping his head on en elbow, so he could look 
at her as they talked.

"Honey, this is important to you, isn't it?"

"Very."

"Well then, why don't you tell me what you're thinking?"

She smiled her best smile at him. It usually made him feel like he'd been 
hit with a two-by-four... He did love this woman!

"I'm thinking I should get pregnant as soon as I can."

This surprised him. He'd thought she'd wait until they'd had a couple of 
years together at the ranch.

"You don't want some honeymoon time, baby?"

"That would be nice, I'm sure. But this is something we need..."

"Why do you feel that?"

"Remember those dreams?" Rick nodded. "Well, one was that we'd be living 
together.  I saw us here, in the apartment... and on the ranch.  Another was 
that we'd have a baby right away--at the ranch, but soon after we get there 
to stay."

"Is it important that we make the dreams come true?"

"That's not how it works, Rick... Darling, that kind of dream comes true. 
I've always known that, and been able to tell what's real and what's 
pepperoni pizza."

"So it doesn't matter whether I want kids this soon?"

"Of course it does. If you say so, I'll stay on the pill. But I might get 
pregnant anyway. I don't know. I only know I saw myself pregnant when we 
return to the ranch, or soon after that."

Rick smiled with love at her. "So should we change our wedding 
arrangements?"

Elin hit him, lightly. "Goof! No, except if I get pregnant immediately, I 
think we should get married at Christmas. It might be too cold to do it on 
the knob by the house. We may need to stay indoors... Darling, I really want 
to get married on the ranch. That place is our life. Important things like 
getting married and having babies should happen there, too."

Rick was going to reply, but he decided he should kiss her first. His kiss 
of affection and love turned into lust before he could break it. Then they 
were joined and racing for the finish line. It was quick and energetic, but 
no less enjoyable for either of them.

"Woman, you do turn me on!" Rick breathed into her ear. "I was going to say 
I'd call mom.  Guess I'll do that now, while I can..."

Elin grinned and nodded encouragement.

Rick made his call. Predictably, Ad and Hazel were very pleased with what 
they heard. Regardless of whether it was indoors or out--the weather at the 
time would decide it for them--or the season, it would be a small affair.

Elin still had no idea where her mother was. She'd have Ador  stand with 
her--Rick would have Marty. Ad, Hazel, Denise, little Robby, and a couple of 
their friends from college would complete the wedding party.

Ad was raised a church-going man, even though the life on the ranch didn't 
allow attendance very often. Still, he contributed to the small Lutheran 
church in Bend and was friendly with the pastor. They would have a Christian 
wedding as Elin asked.



Christmas break saw the whole family at home, in the big house. Elin wasn't 
pregnant yet, so they all laughed about it, and agreed on a June wedding at 
the ranch.

Elin chose a site, a few hundred yards from the big house, where she wanted 
her home built. It was close enough to be an easy walk to work or to the 
other houses, yet far enough to allow domestic privacy. And in Elin's 
artist-trained eye, it was a beautiful location. Ad promised to get the site 
leveled and the water and sewer in before they returned to the ranch. Elin 
would have to decide on floor plans before they could start laying 
foundations.


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Near the end of the winter term, Rick was just starting to study after 
dinner, when someone knocked at their door. Expecting one of their friends, 
Rick was surprised to see a middle-aged blonde with a younger guy--who 
brushed past him and walked into the apartment like they lived there.

The woman was quite pretty, with an exciting shape for a woman of her age. 
She was dressed like a teen-age hooker, though, and wore, in Rick's opinion, 
WAY too much makeup. The guy with her was at least ten years younger, and 
just looking at him caused the hair at the nape of Rick's neck to rise. 
Conceited, arrogant asshole, was Rick's snap judgment.

When Elin came out from the kitchen, the woman shrieked, "THERE you are! 
Come give me a love, darling!"

"Mother! What are you doing here?"

"Why, coming to visit my daughter and your boyfriend, of course. That's what 
mothers do, darling."

Elin, knowing the woman, was even less enthusiastic about this than Rick.

"Bullshit, mom. You didn't want me at your wedding. You haven't told me how 
to reach you--and now you want to be maternal? Come on!"

"Now, honey, don't be that way. Johnny and I have been moving around a lot. 
I couldn't tell you where I was because we didn't know where we were going 
to be, mostly."

"Yeah. Sure mom. And you can't drop a postcard to say you're still alive, 
either?"

She simpered. "Well, we were so BUSY at night...you know? And either 
traveling or working during the day..." She heaved a sigh that almost popped 
her breasts out of their inadequate covering. "ANYway, I'm here now. Tell me 
all about what you've been up to... We had a hell of a time tracking you 
down. I finally found someone at USF who would tell me you'd transferred up 
here to Davis. And why Davis? Isn't USF a better school?"

Rick, watching the exchange with interest, noted that Johnny was wandering 
around their apartment, looking at everything, handling some of the items on 
the shelves, all with a proprietary attitude, as if it was his place not 
Rick's.

Rick noted that he also looked at Elin that way... as if she was his.

"What do you care?" Elin asked her mother, somewhat bitterly. "The last I 
heard from you was that you were going to Vegas and then who knows 
where...and you'd get in touch whenever. Meanwhile, I shouldn't try to find 
you... I'm grown up, mom, and making grown up decisions about my life. 
Transferring to Davis was one of them and I don't see any need to discuss 
it.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a very full class schedule and a lot of 
homework. If you're staying in town, maybe we can have lunch or dinner 
tomorrow?"

"Now honey. Don't be that way. We'll just stay here with you for a few days, 
and get all caught up."

"Mother, read my lips: N O   W A Y!  Rick and I are busy, and we don't have 
room for guests. That's two reasons you're not staying here--either one of 
them would be sufficient."

Johnny decided to put his oar in at this point.

"Now just hold on here! How d'you get off talking to your mom that way? She 
ain't seen you for a long time and we come all this way..."

Elin interrupted. The only time Rick had seen her do that. "I don't care how 
far you came. You didn't call ahead. You haven't made any effort to keep me 
abreast of what is happening with you. And you don't have the right to speak 
to ME that way. You can leave my home now, and please take my mother with 
you.  If you want to have some social contact while you're in town, call me 
and we'll set something up."

Johnny blew his stack.

"Listen here, you little bitch! We..."

He didn't finish, because Rick hit him square in the mouth. Then grabbed him 
by the front of the shirt and lifted him clear of the floor.

"YOU listen, asshole! Nobody talks to Elin or me like that. Ever. When I put 
you down, I expect you will apologize to her, and then haul your ass out of 
my place."

Johnny apparently didn't get the message. When Rick put him down, he started 
to bluster, "You can't do that. She's her ma. I'm her step-dad. We got a 
right..."
Rick slapped him hard, coming and going.

"You didn't hear me, did you?  I want to hear an apology--right now!"

"Fuck you..."

The obscenity was cut off by another fist, this time to the mid-section. 
Johnny was too stupid as well as too arrogant to realize that the ranch boy 
was bigger, stronger, meaner, and in much better shape than he was.

This time Rick punched him twice more, then told Elin, "Call 911. I want the 
police to remove these trespassers."

Elin's mother tried to intervene that the police weren't necessary, and 
they'd just go.

"No, I don't think so," Rick said. "The way this character is acting, I'd 
guess the police would be really happy to have a chat with him."

Johnny wasn't unconscious, but he wasn't going anywhere, either...lying on 
the floor retching and holding his belly where Rick's fist had landed just 
below the solar plexus.

Turned out, the police were very pleased to have a chat with Johnny and with 
Elin's mother. Johnny was wanted in several states for a variety of crimes, 
including rape, fraud, aggravated assault, probation violations and a couple 
of parole violations. They'd left San Francisco in a hurry and with just the 
clothes on their backs when they saw a police car in front of their cheap 
motel room. Seems Johnny had stolen a checkbook from a guy he met in a bar. 
When he'd forged a check to himself, he'd made a mistake--the guy had 
reported the theft and he was a lodge-brother of the police commissioner.

When the police had removed their unwanted visitors, Elin hugged Rick 
strongly, and apologized. "I'm sorry, darling. I had no idea she'd try to 
visit us."

"Hush, love," Rick replied. "Don't ever apologize for her. She made her 
choices--you didn't make them for her. What she does isn't your fault. I 
don't think we'll have any more trouble from them."

"Darling?"

"Yeah."

"Make love to me?"

Though they both had a lot of homework to do, this was more important. They 
loved each other tenderly, giving the task their full attention.

Basking in the afterglow, Elin caressed his chest with her fingertips. "I 
wonder if you knocked me up tonight? We both sure tried hard enough... I 
love you, darling Rick. Oh God, how I love you!"

Rick looked up from the nipple he was idly suckling. "No more than I love 
you, baby. Not a bit more."



Their Easter break was spent in San Francisco, at the apartment of one of 
Elin's friends from USF. They enjoyed walking around the City, hand in hand, 
taking in the sights and sounds and smells of that unique place. Elin had 
long since thrown out her diaphragm, and they were trying hard to get 
pregnant--so far without success, but enjoying the process immensely.

Later, they would look on that time as their real honeymoon, though they 
didn't marry until June.



Spring quarter was pure grind for both of them. Elin was determined to 
graduate and Rick had some difficult classes to finish, too. Their social 
life was limited to the friends who studied with them at the apartment and 
occasional weekend picnics or barbeques. There was no thought of joining the 
social whirl most seniors got into. They were too busy just trying to 
finish, given the timetable they'd set themselves.

Finally their grades were posted--they'd done OK. Ad and Hazel joined them 
for their graduation ceremony and shared in a low-key celebration with their 
friends.

Then they headed home--Steele Ranch, central Oregon.

They couldn't get there soon enough.



Elin had selected her home. She'd found a floorplan that suited her. Not too 
large, and open--yet affording privacy to those who would live in it. She 
wanted a studio for herself, intending to continue with art--painting, 
sculpture, and pottery... she didn't really worry about the medium, but 
wanted room to do it. She also knew that it would double as schoolroom for 
her children, and Ador 's too.

The walls of the house were cedar shakes, and its roof slate tiles--low 
maintenance and blending into its surroundings. The interior was well 
lighted with large, triple-paned windows and skylights.  Elin wanted a house 
that would be welcoming, yet cozy; light and airy to combat winter 
depression; and easy to keep up, so she could concentrate on children and 
art.

Hazel liked it, too, and Ad commented he'd get the excavation contractor 
back to do the foundations right away. Hazel stage-whispered to Elin, "That 
means he approves, dear."

Before they knew it, Marty and Ador  were home, with two-year-old Robbie. 
Suddenly the big old house seemed full. Hazel laughed, "Two-year-olds do 
that."
Elin's wedding took place on the knob by the house, just as she wanted. She 
wasn't pregnant, but she still glowed when Rick promised to keep and cherish 
her as long as he lived. Although a 'flower child,' Elin believed that 
marriage is a lifetime commitment, not to be tossed aside when no longer 
convenient.


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Since they had more and better horses than they'd expected to own at that 
stage, Ador  decided it was time to put some money into the ranch coffers. 
She discussed it with Hazel, and made a large deposit from a trust that 
June.
Although it wasn't presented that way, it was Dory's way of making sure Elin 
got her house as soon as possible. With the extra cash in the ranch 
accounts, they were able to have the contractors work really hard to 
complete Elin's home, and still work on the house Marty was building for 
Ador . By the end of June, Elin's house was framed, the roof and siding on, 
and the plumbers and electricians doing their thing prior to the interior 
finish work.

By the end of July, the house was ready for painting, carpet, and 
installation of plumbing and electrical fixtures.

In August, Rick carried his bride over the threshold. Hand in hand, they 
explored their new home. They'd watched it come together, of course, but now 
they were moved in. The family had followed them, and enjoyed watching Elin 
as much as they enjoyed looking at the finished house.

That night, their first in the home, Elin and Rick made love--several 
times--tenderly, passionately, then violently, and then just to express the 
depth of their feeling for the other. Elin really hoped she'd get pregnant 
that night, but it didn't happen until late September.


Both Marty and Ador  had plenty to do. Marty had to help with the calves, 
then they both worked day and night, it seemed, catching up with the horses. 
  There were several colts that Ador  felt showed a lot of promise. Champ 
had done well, and the new mares did well by him. Marty spent hours in the 
saddle, teaching basic dressage and elementary jumping to young horses.
Ador  spent as many hours, divided between gentling the young horses, and 
teaching the fine points of jumping and dressage to the older ones.

They also had shows to compete in at least every other weekend...and were 
looking forward to the big show in Tacoma.

Then they were invited to participate in the regional championships in 
Spokane.
That prompted a flurry of decisions and preparation. The first question to 
be answered was, which horse would Ador  ride? She finally decided to ride 
one of their new mounts that she had worked all winter. Marty would ride 
Champ, since they still wanted to drum up some stud fees for him--and the 
horse seemed to enjoy the work and change of scene that competition 
entailed.

As it turned out, Ador  won dressage, and was fourth in jumping. Marty was 
credible, but ended up well back in the pack. Since they'd made it plain 
that they had to return to school, and could not compete in Nationals, a 
third-place dressage competitor was very happy, looking forward to a trip to 
Dallas and the national competition.

On top of everything else, little Robby proved that the "terrible twos" was 
called that for a reason.

By the end of the summer, they were exhausted. The only saving grace in the 
whole thing was that they knew they'd done a good job with the horses and 
that Ad, with Rick's help, could keep it together over the winter.

After the Labor Day holiday, they packed up, hitched up the horse trailer, 
and hit the road for Corvallis.


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