Late that night Jim and Vicky's Sons returned to his home. They had two more days to grieve before they laid Vick to rest. The boys had agreed it was ...est to bury her in Steelville with her parents and friends rather than take her back to Colorado to be beside her long deceased first husband.The day of Vicky's funeral dawned to a dreary cloudy misty day. The weather fully reflected the emotions of Jim and Vicky's family. The small funeral parlor was packed to overflowing as all the town and. I went with my father and my sister went with mother. It would be 4 years until next I saw my mother, when I was 9 years old. It was one day before school holidays, when my father told me that I would be going to stay with her for 2 weeks. I didn't know my mother and when I met her, it was at the local park. My father pointed out my mother to me on seeing her. I saw a beautiful woman, tall, long blond wavy hair and she walked with poise. All those memories of her, before I was 5, came flooding. "If bears can shit in the woods, why can't we?" Right!"They drove up a frontage road until it ended. Only fifty feet below them was the main highway. Cal checked in and told them either or both of them would have their portable radios on. He handed PD a GPS and made sure his was in working order.They tied on a sleeping bag at the bottom of their packs and set off.Surprisingly PD kept up with Cal as they climbed the steep mountain terrain. Both kept their .30 rifles at the ready though they did. She refused to wear the sun hats, they were constantly shoved at her when she went out for a walk or to ride horses, much as she refused to ride side-saddle, as was proper. Another loathsome word. Her skin was smooth and soft, not quite so sickly pale as her mother preferred, but certainly not ‘burned brown like a washerwoman,’ as her mother lamented. Her arms were slender, but strong, and her hands were slightly broad, more like her father’s than her mother’s, with long fingers. She liked.