Barrett had taken many a hiker and mountain climber up to some truly beautiful spots over the thousands of acres which he and his fellow rangers carefully guarded, but there was no other place like this one. Those angular, symmetrical features, so unique and fascinating up close, were now melted into an expression of pure wonderment. The look on Ambrose’s face as he stared out over the rolling carpet of tiny white and blue flowers would be seared in his memory for the rest of his life. Spring wind, cool but promising, kicked up and pulled at his collar, his hair, but Barrett didn’t care. Barrett finally gathering up the courage to pull Ambrose from those too big clothes and take and give in the only way he knew how: with all his focus and attention and a touch that maybe meantsomething.Īs they climbed the last rise to the cliff overlooking the valley, Ambrose stopped in his tracks. Watching the sun disappear below the horizon, sharing some drinks. Did he not realize how gorgeous he was? But the thought of Ambrose up there in the fire lookout tower with him and Dandi was more than tempting. ”As long as it doesn’t involve me spraining my ankle again, I’m game.” Ambrose shot him a bright smile and Barrett wanted to melt. “And you should swing by the FL when I’m up there. The views over the valley were incredible and on a day like this one, sunny and bright, Lake Honor would be sparkling in the distance. Barrett had offered to show Ambrose where the patches of wildflowers grew and with spring now fully upon them, he’d been itching to get up above the river.
I like that.” He motioned Ambrose forward and they walked further uphill, following the trail.
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