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Farewell to Freedom
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- Anita Waggoner
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Farewell to Freedom is a story about a beautiful wealthy forty-seven year old woman named Cheyenne Stevens who files for divorce when her successful car dealer husband announces that he's in love with another woman.
Cheyenne Stevens flees to Las Vegas to get away from the heartbreak of a failing marriage. While there meets a handsome cowboy named Rowdy Harrison, forty-two, who's there to attend the National Finals Rodeo. They have a romantic interlude. He invites her to visit him in Freedom, Oklahoma.
Thinking she's in love with the cowboy she travels to Freedom for a visit; and eventually moves there trading a life of luxury for life on a run-down ranch in the country. Her expectations bear little resemblance to the daily trauma she endures.
They live together in a shabby, run-down bunkhouse. She grows tired of the meager surroundings building a lodge, restaurant and rodeo arena and opens a guest ranch attracting visitors from around the world. She doesn't expect it when Rowdy begins to share his loving ways with the lonesome, pretty female visitors who come to the guest ranch.
Rowdy becomes an alcoholic who starts his day with a beer in the shower and ends it with vodka at night. He drinks way too much and generously shares the good life Cheyenne's created with all of his low-life cowboy friends in the bar of the guest ranch. Overlooking Rowdy's multitude of misgivings, she accepts his faults and invests in his bucking bull business becoming a stock contractor for the PBR. They raise championship bulls and return to the Vegas for the NFR and PBR finals bringing their bulls to perform.
After thirteen years, Cheyenne's stamina, beauty, and money vanish. The love she once felt for the cowboy wanes, and she realizes it's time to get out of Dodge (Freedom)!
She makes a deal with a fast talker from Las Vegas to lease him the guest ranch. The restaurant burns to the ground and he flees back to Vegas leaving her in financial ruin. Shortly after the restaurant fire a Texan buys her 3500 acre ranch but has no interest in the lodge and 40 acres it sits on. The ranch sale puts money back into her bank account and gives Cheyenne the courage to close the lodge and drive away.
Farewell to Freedom is an action packed story describing many of the author's true life experiences. There's lots of country western music, rodeo action and cowboys. It's a modern day western saga that will interest both male and female movie goers. The story although it's unique, can be compared to great movie classics such as Giant, The Last Picture Show, and Thelma and Louise.
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Farewell to Freedom
Description
Farewell to Freedom is a story about a beautiful wealthy forty-seven year old woman named Cheyenne Stevens who files for divorce when her successful car dealer husband announces that he's in love with another woman.
Cheyenne Stevens flees to Las Vegas to get away from the heartbreak of a failing marriage. While there meets a handsome cowboy named Rowdy Harrison, forty-two, who's there to attend the National Finals Rodeo. They have a romantic interlude. He invites her to visit him in Freedom, Oklahoma.
Thinking she's in love with the cowboy she travels to Freedom for a visit; and eventually moves there trading a life of luxury for life on a run-down ranch in the country. Her expectations bear little resemblance to the daily trauma she endures.
They live together in a shabby, run-down bunkhouse. She grows tired of the meager surroundings building a lodge, restaurant and rodeo arena and opens a guest ranch attracting visitors from around the world. She doesn't expect it when Rowdy begins to share his loving ways with the lonesome, pretty female visitors who come to the guest ranch.
Rowdy becomes an alcoholic who starts his day with a beer in the shower and ends it with vodka at night. He drinks way too much and generously shares the good life Cheyenne's created with all of his low-life cowboy friends in the bar of the guest ranch. Overlooking Rowdy's multitude of misgivings, she accepts his faults and invests in his bucking bull business becoming a stock contractor for the PBR. They raise championship bulls and return to the Vegas for the NFR and PBR finals bringing their bulls to perform.
After thirteen years, Cheyenne's stamina, beauty, and money vanish. The love she once felt for the cowboy wanes, and she realizes it's time to get out of Dodge (Freedom)!
She makes a deal with a fast talker from Las Vegas to lease him the guest ranch. The restaurant burns to the ground and he flees back to Vegas leaving her in financial ruin. Shortly after the restaurant fire a Texan buys her 3500 acre ranch but has no interest in the lodge and 40 acres it sits on. The ranch sale puts money back into her bank account and gives Cheyenne the courage to close the lodge and drive away.
Farewell to Freedom is an action packed story describing many of the author's true life experiences. There's lots of country western music, rodeo action and cowboys. It's a modern day western saga that will interest both male and female movie goers. The story although it's unique, can be compared to great movie classics such as Giant, The Last Picture Show, and Thelma and Louise.
- Éditeur:
- Anita Waggoner
- Sortie:
- Dec 6, 2011
- ISBN:
- 9780615343624
- Format:
- Livre
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Farewell to Freedom - Anita Waggoner
Farewell to Freedom
What happens in Vegas doesn't necessarily stay in Vegas!
By
Anita Waggoner
Copyright: July 28, 2010 -- TX7-293-007
ISBN: 978-1-60911-932-4
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Chapter 1
Staring out the window of her home on Samish Island, Cheyenne Stevens pushed the wild tangle of flame-red hair back away from her face. She stood motionless, capturing the view of snow on Mount Baker, and admiring the pristine white caps rolling towards the shore over the blue waters of Bellingham Bay. The scene that had once delighted her, after she and her husband Ryan had moved in fifteen years before, now brought on a fresh spate of tears. She brushed the tears from her face, vividly reliving the moment when the man she’d doted on for twenty years had coldly informed her that their marriage was over.
There's another woman,
Ryan explained, his voice as impartial and devoid of feeling, as if he were speaking to a customer at the car dealership. She hadn't been aware that their marriage was in trouble, although he'd lately been somewhat distant. She'd been suspicious of the business trips he'd recently taken without inviting her to go along.
He'd treated her with a sort of absentminded affection since their last summer employee party. Their automobile dealership business exploded after they bought their fifth store, making Ryan one of the most successful car dealers in The State of Washington. Their once active sex life had become rather monotonous over the last several months. She'd chalked it up to them both being a little older, and settled.
Although she'd seen Carla Jensen blatantly flirt with her husband at the 4th of July party, she wasn't aware that they'd become involved. She took the news of the affair like one would take a dagger to her heart. She'd sensed an evil in Carla the day she met her. And she hadn't been impressed with her looks or her dirty tennis shoes. The woman was a white trash tramp. The way she'd followed Ryan around like a dog in heat, was disgusting. She'd asked him why he'd given Carla so much attention; and he'd denied that there was anything going on between them. Was it only yesterday that he'd left? It seemed like an eternity.
The company Christmas party at the country club was, by all accounts, a huge success. Ryan and Cheyenne were the perfect hosts. The evening was filled with fun and laughter. Together they warmly greeted each employee. Cheyenne was proud of her good looking husband when he gave his annual appreciation speech. The party ended on a happy note, around midnight. Cheyenne had no reason to believe that anything was wrong between them, as they began the drive home.
Ryan was ranting and raving as they drove away from the party. He was drunk and out of control and accused her of spending too much money on the affair. Although they'd had disagreements in the past, Cheyenne couldn't remember them ever having such a fight. She tried explaining, but he wouldn't listen, and when he refused to stop screaming, she began to cry. . Cheyenne was completely devastated, and emotionally destroyed by the time they reached the beach house. They entered the house and Ryan stomped angrily off to the guest room. She didn't think it to be unusual, as he'd been sleeping there lately, more often than not.
Climbing the long stairway to the master bedroom, she felt frightened and alone as she entered the room. Intuition told her that she should listen to her fears she instantly locked the door behind her. Moments later Ryan began banging on the bedroom door with his fists; screaming at the top of his lungs. She was appalled at the vile language; and, convinced that her once loving husband had gone mad.
Escaping what she felt was a potential physical attack Cheyenne ran through the French doors down the outside stairs onto the beach. Walking barefoot on the beach, waiting for him to calm down, she didn't return to the house until long after the lights went out. Walking hesitantly up the outside stairs, she prayed: Dear God please let him be asleep, keep me safe. Amen.
As the daylight streaked in through the bedroom windows, she showered, slipping on a pair of worn, comfortable blue jeans and a sweatshirt. Pulling her long hair back into a pony tail she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen.
Ryan sat on a stool at the counter holding his head in his hands. Looking up to see Cheyenne enter the room, he appeared to be startled and confused. Her beauty had always amazed him; and, despite the circumstances, this morning was no different.
Cheyenne poured a cup of coffee, her blue eyes filled with tears, What did I do wrong? Why are you so unhappy? Have you found someone new?
She stood staring out the window, her back towards him, impatiently waiting for him to speak.
His head hung low, he'd had plenty of time to rehearse in his mind what he wanted to say. It's not your fault Cheyenne you've been a great wife. I'm just tired of taking care of everyone. Maybe it's the change of life, I can't say. All I know is that I want my life back.
I've been seeing Carla Jensen since the 4th of July and I've fallen in love with her. I'll pack my stuff and be out of here in a few hours. Please understand I've taken this too far. There's no turning back. I want a divorce."
Cheyenne reluctantly followed Ryan to the upstairs bedroom, making no attempt to hide the tears rolling down her face. Mortified, she watched him take suitcases from the closet. Folding the shirts and trousers, in a, precise, orderly fashion, he placed the clothing inside. Standing rooted to the spot, unable to speak, she saw him pack as though he were leaving on another business trip. Realization violently hit her. She fell to the floor--the love of her life was walking away!
Where are you going? Please come to your senses, Ryan. Have you lost your mind? Get rid of the home-wrecking slut and we can go on!
It’s too late, Cheyenne. I'm in love with her! I’ll admit that it started as an affair, but it's grown into something more. I'm not willing to give Carla up.
He moved quickly, and in no time he was down the stairs, dragging the heavy suitcases behind him. He moved towards the front door.
Refusing to believe what was happening, Cheyenne followed in a daze. They'd spent the past twenty years together. What in the hell was she suppose to do now? As they passed through the living room, she cried out vehemently, Take your Christmas presents from under the tree. I want them out of here.
He broke her heart again, when he said, I don't want them. Take them back to where you bought them and get a refund.
She hissed, Take the damned presents. I'm not going to humiliate myself by returning them.
This Christmas had been no different than in years past, she'd put a lot of love and thought into picking out his perfect gifts.
Grudgingly, he sat down the heavy suitcases and walked into the kitchen, momentarily returning with a large black plastic garbage bag. He quickly gathered his gifts from under the Christmas tree. Struggling under the heavy load, he pushed the suitcases out the door in front of him. Cheyenne watched in disbelief as he uncaringly dragged the sack of presents behind. The man walking away was a monster, she didn't recognize who he'd become. Where was the loving man she'd once known and loved for the last twenty-years?
Don’t let the door hit you in the ass!
she screamed, in a broken, tearful voice. Do the twenty-years we’ve spent together mean anything to you?
Stubborn dignity kept her from breaking down completely. Cheyenne’s knees locked. Feeling as though she may crumble to the floor again, she asked, Why would you do this, especially at Christmas?
I’m sorry. I’m not sure I know what I'm doing myself.
With a condescending smile, he said, It's just something I need to do.
Her temper began a slow boil and the room spun. Need to do!
Cheyenne screamed.
I’m leaving!
Ryan snapped, I never imagined that it would come to this, but it has. It has nothing to do with you. You’re a good woman, smart, and as beautiful as the day we married. It's not you; it’s me. I took it too far this time. There's no turning back. Take care, Cheyenne; Merry Christmas!
It was over. Looking at her with sad puppy dog eyes, and smiling a cold smile, he turned and walked away.
Enjoy the home wrecking slut. You can both rot in hell!
Cheyenne wanted to hit him. She hated him at the moment. How dare he wish her a Merry Christmas after he'd just destroyed her world?
Cheyenne followed close behind as Ryan nervously exited through the front door. They approached the black Hummer idling in the driveway. Observing several brightly wrapped Christmas presents sitting on the back seat, she said, I see you’ve done your shopping. The bitch doesn’t deserve to have presents from Nordstrom’s! You should give her a set of pots and pans, like you’ve always gave me! Did you buy her a big diamond ring?
Cheyenne wildly waved her left hand in front of him pointing to the wedding ring he'd gave her years before. Without any further thought, she flipped him the middle finger.
Shamelessly, as if in a daze, he shook his head as he opened the rear hatched door of the Hummer; placing his belongings inside, he looked back, starring into Cheyenne’s eyes, he pleaded, Don’t blame Carla. You know that our marriage was over some time ago. Divorce is the only answer. Hopefully, we'll be fair with one another.
Giving her a go-to-hell look, he slammed the car door shut.
The dam broke as the tears she'd been fighting to holding back rapidly tracked down her bewildered face. Please help me understand why.
Sighing wearily, Ryan said, Cheyenne, we've had a decent marriage and have made many good memories. I will not forget the great times we’ve shared. You and the girls will always be my family. I’ll forever love them-- and you too. You've been a good wife, and an excellent partner, but I need excitement in my life and I believe that I’ll find it with Carla. I’m sorry, but I need to move on, and so do you. As time passes, you'll get over me.
The silence drew long as she stood sadly absorbing the shock of what he'd said. Then suddenly, without another word, Cheyenne spun on her heels and returned to the beach house. Slamming and locking the door, she stood momentarily with her back pressed against it as if she feared that he'd return. She wanted him out of her sight. The emotions ran wild. She loved him, and at the same time, she despised him for what he'd done.
In shock, speechless, and devastated, she walked alone up the stairs to the bedroom. The large empty house surrounded her. She threw herself onto the big bed. Unable to move, she lay lifeless starring up at the high ceiling. She heard Ryan honk the car horn as he drove away, and she feared that he may be gone for good. She prayed that he'd come to his senses, but something inside her said that he wouldn't.
I’m such a fool she thought as tears continued to flow. She didn’t bother to brush them away. The house felt cold and empty. She panicked wondering what I tell the kid's.
Tammy had moved to Los Angeles. She'd recently been hired as a legal assistant with an entertainment law firm there. Liza lived in Nashville with her useless husband. They'd gone there to pursue singing careers a few years before. Crystal was traveling in Old Mexico, lost somewhere deep in the jungle, searching for artifacts and looking for love.
Cheyenne was in her early twenties when her daughters were born. It sometimes felt like they'd grown up together. She wasn’t ready to tell them about Ryan's affair; and she intended to calm down before she got in touch with them. Cheyenne felt like she needed to be strong for her daughter's sake. They'd surely hate their father as much as she hated him right now. It’s just as well that they're away,
Cheyenne lamented. I wouldn't want them to see me in this condition. Damn it, everyone has a life but me.
She sobbed out loud, I hate being alone, I loved you Ryan Stevens! How dare you leave me, what did I ever do to deserve this?
The telephone rang, and for an instant her traitorous heart picked up. She thought its Ryan calling to say that he's sorry and he's coming home. But upon checking the caller ID, she saw that it wasn't Ryan, it was her best friend Kathryn Kennedy. Was it mental telepathy? Kathryn must have sensed the situation. Cheyenne was relieved to hear her best friend's voice on the other end of the line. She said, Hello,
Cheyenne's voice didn't sound like her own.
What’s going on girlfriend? You sound horrible. Are you coming down with a cold?
As usual, Kathryn was in a good mood, unaware that her best friend's world was tumbling down around her.
Unable to hold it inside, Cheyenne screamed, Ryan's gone. He won't be coming back.
Sobbing uncontrollably, she said, He has a girlfriend. Do you believe that? He's left me for that white trash, money hungry bitch, Carla Jensen.
Hearing the desperation in Cheyenne's voice made Kathryn sick to her stomach, feeling her friend's pain, she said, I'll see you in thirty minutes!
An hour later, Kathryn’s arrived carrying a large shopping bag filled with several cans of chicken soup, three bottles of wine and a dozen red roses. Angry, and frustrated, she plopped the shopping bag down on the kitchen counter, insisting, Tell me everything!
That rat bastard! What has he done this time?"
She became enraged seeing her best friend in such a state, You need to call your attorney, and change the locks. Pull yourself together! That cheat isn’t worth crying over. He'll pay big time. Let him go Cheyenne, he was never good enough for you anyway.
Kathryn busied herself heating up the chicken soup in the micro-wave. The soup's will be good for you, eat it while it's hot. I’ll help you pack your bags! I'm taking you to Las Vegas.
Cheyenne hadn’t eaten since the day before, yet she didn't feel hungry, but not wanting to disappoint Kathryn, she ate the soup. The thin broth made her feel a little better. She said, Thanks Kathryn. I haven't had an appetite, but this tastes good. Would you like some?
Blowing her nose into a paper napkin, she muttered between sips, What do you mean you’ll help me pack my bags? I’m not going anywhere. Look at me! I look like crap and I feel even worse then I look!
Cheyenne wanted to die. Determined that she wasn't going to Las Vegas, she cried out, I don't have the energy to go anywhere! I just want to stay here and die!
Finishing the last drop of the chicken soup, she said, What's wrong with you Kathryn, can't you see how heart- broken I am? Why would you want to take me to Las Vegas? Have you lost your ever loving mind?
Refusing to listen to Cheyenne's desperate pleas, Kathryn retrieved a pair of airline tickets from her purse, I said we’re going to Las Vegas! You need to get out of here! Now let's go pack your bags.
Cheyenne understood that there was no changing Kathryn’s mind. Besides she couldn’t stand the thought of staying in the lonely house without Ryan. She'd never before turned down a chance to go to Las Vegas with Kathryn and she knew that there was no better time than the present to go again. Okay. I'll go, but you need to understand I'm not over this. I'll be a cry baby and you'll just have to put up with me.
I've put up with you before. I can do it again. What are you waiting for? Get out of those pajamas! Bring your dancing shoes. We're off to celebrate your new life!
Kathryn was dressed to the nines in designer jeans, high-heeled boots, and a black leather jacket. Her makeup appeared flawless, and her long blonde hair was tousled, yet salon fresh. Cheyenne was aware of how awful she looked with her tearstained face and uncombed hair. She wondered what it will take to pull myself together.
Placing her hands on her hips, and shaking her head, Kathryn said, Get in the shower? Our flight leaves in four hours! Viva Las Vegas! Let’s go now girl, move it!
Kathryn's enthusiasm helped to take Cheyenne's mind off of the reality of the situation. She began to feel somewhat like her old self. Yet, when she saw her reflection in the living room mirror, it frightened her. Kathryn was right; she deserved better, she wasn’t going to die, and she had every reason to live. Ryan could go to hell. How dare he leave her in such misery? She hated his unfaithful ass. The look in the mirror had brought her back to reality. Aware, and unhappy with her unkempt appearance, she ran up the stairs suddenly looking forward to a hot shower. She was certain that fresh makeup would give her a new attitude. And she looked forward to a new beginning.
While she showered, she thought about her father, and how he'd loved her unconditionally. He'd been such a caring father and a faithful husband to her mother. She'd never understood why God had taken him away when she was ten-years-old. Closing her eyes, she could vividly see the remains of the wrecked airplane, Why me, God? You took away my father, and now you’ve taken away my husband. What’s next? What's my fate? Please help me to move on. Stop this unbearable pain! Please, God. Thank you. Amen.
The women had previously traveled across the world together; and Cheyenne had never turned down a chance to travel with her friend Kathryn. But the sadness was still palpable, and the wound still too fresh. Protesting one more time, from the shower, she heard Kathryn open drawers and remove clothes from the closet. She cried out loud, I can’t go, Kathryn! I'm sure you think that you know best, but I can’t go with you!
Covering her wet face with trembling hands, she shook her head, They won’t let me on the damned airplane! I look like crap! I can’t stop crying.
Kathryn insisted, I don’t want to hear it! You're going! This trip will be good for you. Being alone in this house will destroy you. The diversion will be good for you. We’ll relax at the spa and go shopping. Maybe we'll even see a show. It will be girls’ getaway, no frigging men allowed! You need to get your mind off of Ryan and his gold-digging whore! Divorcing the pig won’t be easy, but I'm convinced that a few days in Las Vegas will make you stronger. You'll need time to prepare for battle. Divorce is war, no matter how civilized Ryan promises it will be. Believe me, I know! It took three years to get rid of my last husband!
Despite being forty-seven-years-old, Cheyenne had a great figure. She looked much younger than her actual age. Gazing in the mirror at her naked reflection, she wondered why Ryan did stop loving me. I’ve still got it going on. Screw him. Running the hair brush through her hair, she said, Wouldn't it be something if I met a new man in Las Vegas?
Realizing that it would take a long time to get over Ryan; she wasn't ready to fall in love with another man.
Kathryn said Look at you! You've still got it going on! You don’t need that cheating SOB in your life. With your looks and half the money, the world will be at your fingertips! Get dressed! I’ve packed your bags. We're out of here. A limo will pick us up in thirty minutes!
Cheyenne spent the first two days in Las Vegas gambling, visiting the spa, crying, and shopping. Buying red leather pants, a diamond tennis bracelet, a full-length ranch mink coat, boots, dresses, purses, shoes and loads of new underwear; she instructed the clerks at Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman-Marcus to wrap her purchases in Christmas paper and mail them so they'd arrive at her home in Washington in time for Christmas.
Daily spa treatments at the spa provided her with needed relaxation and comfort. Cheyenne spared no expense, indulging in every beauty treatment the spa had to offer. Paying for the spa services and extravagant shopping spree with Ryan's credit card, gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.
Each morning, Kathryn insisted they go out for breakfast. Cheyenne went along, but she couldn’t eat. She'd shuffle the food around on her plate crying, remembering that breakfast had been her and Ryan’s favorite meal. So many times over the past twenty years, she'd prepared his meals. She imagined that Carla was making his breakfast now, and she pictured him smiling and happy. The thought made her sob out loud, startling Kathryn.
Glaring at Cheyenne across the table, Kathryn said, Enough already! I'm losing my patience with you.
Cheyenne’s once-caring friend had grown tired of the sniveling. It troubled her to see what the tears had done to Cheyenne’s beautiful face, and to see her friend’s sea-blue eyes red and swollen. It didn’t matter how much time Cheyenne spent putting on her makeup each day; within minutes the perfectly made-up face was streaked with tears, her perky nose beet red from blowing.
Cheyenne tried to drown her sorrows by drinking Bloody Mary's for breakfast, wine for lunch and Cosmopolitans for dinner; but the alcohol provided no relief. She remained a pitiful, broken soul. Kathryn wondered if bringing Cheyenne to Las Vegas had been a bad idea.
One evening while Cheyenne sat soaking in the Jacuzzi tub in their suite, Kathryn crept out of the room. Visiting the adults-only store in the hotel lobby, she purchased a variety of sexy gifts. Cheyenne was surprised when Katherine returned, entering the bathroom carrying several bags. Where the hell have you been?
Giggling like a school girl, Kathryn fell to her knees on the floor next to the tub. Oh my God, you won’t believe what I found down there!
Kathryn began to pull the sex store purchases from the bag. Cheyenne was aghast, she'd never seen such a large roll of condoms, nor had she ever imagined that such toys existed. I can't believe you. Do you think Ryan uses condoms when he screws the slut?
I doubt it, he’s too stupid. I hope she gives him herpes!
In between the flood of tears and hysterical outbursts of laughter, Kathryn continued to pull things from the bags, suggesting, Check out this sexy thong. You'll need to wear it tonight! Who knows, you might get lucky!
You're nuts! I couldn’t stand that lacey strap going up my ass!
She wasn't certain why, but the possibility of a sexual encounter put a smile on Cheyenne’s face. You could be right, Kathryn, a one night stand may be exactly what I need to get over Ryan. I’d get even with him! I'll show that son-of-a-bitch, two can play this game. Give me that damned thong!
Kathryn freaked out as Cheyenne abruptly stood up naked from the bubble bath. Quickly drying off, she put on the skimpy underwear. Kathryn laughed, You go for it, girlfriend! There are at least a thousand cowboys in the casino. Let’s go get us one!
****
Chapter 2
On the fourth day of their trip, after their morning exercise session at the gym, the women walked through the Golden Nugget. Cheyenne suggested, Let's get out of here. We need a change of scenery. Let's go to the Bellagio or to the Mirage, maybe it will change our luck.
We'll have good luck right here at The Nugget. We're not going anywhere. Are you ready to play some blackjack?
Kathryn walked away leaving Cheyenne with no option but to follow. Kathryn was visibly upset, but she tried to control her anger. You need to learn to make the most out of the moment; change your way of thinking. You can't go through life believing that you'll always find something better somewhere else. We'll have a good time right here.
Cheyenne followed Kathryn through the casino, and when she took a seat at a blackjack table near Claude's Bar, Cheyenne sat down next to her. Even though they were dressed in workout clothes, the women were attractive to look at. Kathryn wore a simple black jogging suit. Cheyenne’s new two-piece, navy blue velvet outfit hugged her body, accentuating her curves. Cheyenne was embarrassed about her appearance. She couldn't remember when she’d been seen in public looking quite so disheveled. Her long thick red hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore a black baseball cap that said "Available" in large white letters across the front. She imagined that her eyeballs must be as red as the hair on her head, unaware that the redness made her deep blue eyes look bluer. To the outside world, Cheyenne appeared a confident, stunning woman, who looked good no matter what she wore. However, inside she felt shattered and insecure.
Despite present circumstances, she appeared no worse for the wear to her fellow blackjack players. A handful of handsome cowboys stood ogling her from the bar. Cheyenne’s perfectly shaped white teeth glistened like pearls.
Kathryn remarked, It's a beautiful sight to see Cheyenne take a bite out of a bright red apple.
It was a joke between them; Cheyenne would sometimes pretend to bite into an apple just to show off her gorgeous white teeth.
Unknowing strangers, who looked her way, assumed that Cheyenne Stevens was a well-cared-for, loved woman. Carrying herself in a stately manner, she gave the impression that she was taller than her petite five-feet-five-inch frame. It was obvious that she worked out with a personal trainer; her sleek body appeared slender and toned. Her perfectly manicured long fingered graceful hands displayed two mammoth-sized diamond rings, and a diamond-encrusted blue-faced Rolex encircled her small, delicate wrist.
Although in deep, dark despair Cheyenne was ironically cheered up by Kathryn’s comical banter with the dealer and players at the blackjack table. Unusually quiet and in deep thought, she sat patiently waiting for the dealer to shuffle and deal the cards.
As Cheyenne became comfortable in her surroundings, in the background of the noisy casino, she overheard her name being paged on the casino’s paging system. Paging Cheyenne Stevens, telephone call; please pick up the nearest house phone!
Concerned, she wondered who in the world knows I'm here. She hadn’t told anyone but Katie, her neighbor at the beach, where she'd be staying.
Pushing her large stack of red five-dollar chips in front of Kathryn, she left the blackjack table. Make my bets. I’ll be back shortly!
As Cheyenne left the table, she heard a man’s southern voice say, What a beautiful woman!
Without looking back to acknowledge who had spoken, she set off to locate the casino house phone.
Within minutes she'd located the white house phone. Upon picking up the receiver, she was surprised to hear her oldest daughter Tammy’s voice. I’ve been worried about you! How are you doing? I called dad. He said he thought you'd gone to Las Vegas with Kathryn. He thought you'd probably be staying at the Golden Nugget, so I took a chance and called you there.
She said, How did he know that I'm in Las Vegas. Did he say that we're getting a divorce?
What the hell are you talking about Mom? No, he didn’t say anything about a divorce.
You heard me right, Tammy, we’re getting a divorce. He has a girlfriend. I’ve known for a week, but I didn’t want to worry you; that’s why I didn’t call.
Tammy screamed, That bastard how could he walk out on you? Do you want me to drive over to Vegas?
Staying calm, Cheyenne said, Tammy, please don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself in L.A. I’ll handle your father! I'm feeling better than I did when I first heard the news. Kathryn is taking good care of me. We’re playing blackjack this morning. I need to get back to the game. I’m fine, really Tammy, I'm doing okay.
Becoming emotional, Cheyenne cut the call short, adding, I’ll call you later to fill you in! Bye; I've got to go!
Giant tears rolled down her face as she walked through the crowded casino and returned to the blackjack table.
Approaching the table, she heard Kathryn's loud, cheerful, laughter, and she felt the excitement. Kathryn had won every hand after Cheyenne left the table. Her stack of red five-dollar chips had doubled in size. All of the players sitting at table were winning. Cheyenne was eager to return to the fun. She sat down and quickly pushed two red five-dollar chips towards the dealer, I’m in!
An older, handsome pit boss who'd recently joined the party, acknowledged Cheyenne with a big smile. Pointing towards her baseball cap, he said, Good luck, pretty woman! Are you really available?
Cheyenne smiled, I guess so. Yes, I'm available!
The card players saw that the pressure was on for the dealer to deal herself a blackjack. And she did. Within minutes, after returning to the table, strictly by chance, and solely with the intention of helping out a fellow blackjack player, Cheyenne Stevens met Rowdy Harrison.
She saw that casino employees, standing behind the dealer, were closely watching the cowboy who sat next to her. Overhearing the dealer warn several times, Sir, if you put two hands on the cards one more time you'll have to leave the table!
she grew tired of hearing the warnings. Without considering the consequences, Cheyenne reached for the good-looking red-headed cowboy’s hand. Taking his hand in hers, she placed their hands on his knee and held them there.
Cheyenne found herself starring
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