Chapter 7 - A House Worth Repairing
Bell's arrest did not solve everything.
Corruption rarely disappeared with one man.
Investigations began.
Officials denied involvement.
Ranchers hired attorneys.
Witnesses suddenly remembered details they had forgotten for twelve years.
But the pressure on the settlement stopped.
Black Mesa cattle disappeared from the creek.
Armed riders stopped watching the ridge.
For the first time in months, people slept without posting extra guards.
Elias could have left.
He didn't.
He repaired Aayoka and Nara's roof completely.
Then the wall.
Then the chimney.
Then he built a proper porch.
Nara watched him hammering one afternoon.
“You understand the cabin is no longer broken.”
“This board is.”
“It wasn't yesterday.”
“It warped.”
She smiled.
“You're inventing repairs.”
“Go bother your sister.”
“I already did.”
Aayoka appeared carrying coffee.
“He did.”
Elias accepted the cup.
Life settled into something unfamiliar.
Routine.
He woke in the same place.
Saw the same people.
Worked beside the same men.
Ate at the same table.
At first, every instinct told him to leave.
Then something changed.
The instinct became quieter.
Nara's ankle healed.
She began walking without a limp.
Aayoka laughed more often.
Elias discovered she had a sharp sense of humor hidden beneath her composed exterior.
He also discovered that Nara enjoyed embarrassing them both.
One evening she announced, “I am visiting relatives tomorrow.”
Aayoka looked suspicious.
“Why?”
“Because this cabin is becoming uncomfortable.”
Elias looked around.
“What's wrong with it?”
Nara stared at him.
Aayoka suddenly became very interested in washing a bowl.
Elias understood several seconds later.
“Oh.”
Nara smiled.
“Finally.”
Aayoka threw a cloth at her.
For the first time in years, Elias laughed until his stomach hurt.
But happiness brought another problem.
He did not know what to do with it.
One evening he packed his saddlebag.
Not because he intended to leave permanently.
He simply wanted distance.
Aayoka found him.
“Where?”
“Town.”
“For?”
“Supplies.”
“You bought supplies yesterday.”
He stared at her.
“You keep track?”
“Yes.”
He sighed.
“I need a few days.”
Aayoka nodded.
That surprised him.
“You're not going to stop me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because staying only matters when you are free to leave.”
Elias looked at her.
That sentence changed something.
He unpacked.
Not dramatically.
He simply removed the bedroll.
Aayoka noticed.
Neither spoke.
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