Written for Steemit: A love story occurs during a time anomaly. A woman from today somehow steps into an anomaly and meets a cowboy asleep on his ranch, in his bed, in the 1850's. ©Jeff Kubitz 2016 - All Rights Reserved.

Song of Angels - Chapter 5

Mindy Woczlewski courtesy of Nastya Muratokova

Please feel free to read and vote for the previous chapters:

Song of Angels - Chapter 1

Song of Angels - Chapter 2

Song of Angels - Chapter 3

Song of Angels - Chapter 4

Mindy awoke naked in the feather bed. Swathed in the wool of blankets she was warm but her first intake of breath was of air much colder than that to which she had ever experienced while waking from sleep. The air shocked her to almost instant alertness. She lay in the bed on her left side and reached back with her left hand to feel for Cyrus.

She did not feel him with her hand in the bed. She rolled onto her back, turned to her right and said,
“Cyrus.”

There was no answer. Her right arm was exposed to the air and she shivered, pulled her arm under the blankets. She pulled the blankets up to her very nose. She was sore, ached for Cyrus and from him. She quivered from the night of answered desire and at the realization of being alone. She called louder.

“Cyrus.”

Again there was no answer. There was no sound except the sound of her breathing. No other sound in the whole world but silence and the beat of her heart, the measured intake of breathe against the chill air. The air as it exhaled her lungs turned to a cloud of frosty fog before her eyes. A great clump of snow fell from the roof with a loud,

Whoompfhh!

Startled Mindy sat upright gasping, dropping the blankets. She felt as if she had done two thousand sit-ups. Her legs felt stiff and they should have. She did not know it but she walked close to ten miles through the desert and she was not used to walking that far.

The shock of frigid air struck her exposed torso. She let out a mild shriek and curled into the fetal position on her left side, wrapping the blankets completely over herself.

“Ouch. It’s cold outside!” Mindy exclaimed loud but muffled within the blankets. Then, “Cyrus where are you? Where have you gone?”

Mindy huddled in all those wool blankets began to warm again. She did not know how much time had passed or what time it was. She poked her head from the covers as the shock of the exertion of her first night’s frolic slowly subsided from her body. Her body stopped shaking from a marathon of union. She took a deep breath.
“What a man.” Mindy sighed to herself with awe. “Oh what a man.”

It was then that she noticed her stomach growl, that she had a hunger reaching from her belly. She did not remember how she had lost her clothes but she looked out over the edge of the bed and there were her clothes strewn on the floor. Mindy reached for her pants, the nearest item and they felt like ice to her touch. An “ook” escaped her lips but she grappled her clothes in a lightening quick snatch and brought them under the blankets with her. Holding the clothes against her under the blankets to warm them she shivered and shivered her breathes rapid and short. Time passed. Snow dropped from nearby trees and roof. Mindy and her clothes warmed.

Under the blankets, making every effort not to expose any flesh, Mindy dressed herself. The day before had been so warm for late winter but today-with her clothes on under the blankets she finally felt perfect. Then she felt an undeniable urge to go. She fought against the needs of her flesh clenching her teeth. She refused to give in at all, under any circumstance. But in the end she was forced to use the pail.

Squatting over the chamber pot, it was a pail, she said to herself, was much harder than last night. She had to hold onto the shelf with both hands to keep from falling over. Her legs shook so terribly. But when her needs were almost finished she heard the crackle of a fire in the stove in the parlor. She cleaned herself quickly, pulled up her blue jeans and stood. A mirror was in front of her face, and she saw it was a square of shined metal.

“Perhaps he saw me in the light of the morning and left.” Mindy said. Mindy wore make-up, though not that thick. Her blue-green eyes were circled in the black of run mascara and eye shadow. Her mid-back straight long blond hair, the color of honey stuck out in every which way, bodied with the oils of love. To a man, she would appear exotically beautiful; maybe not the run mascara and eye shadow, but she did not know that. Her cheeks were very rosy though, she thought. Her lips though, looked blue and swollen from kissing more than she had ever kissed.
She looked into the washbasin but the water was frozen. She walked to the stove in the parlor. Moving into the parlor, a wave of instant warmth enveloped her.

The difference between the temperatures of the two rooms was so extreme; Mindy felt no need to put on her parka, which sat on the overstuffed chair. A coffee pot sat on the edge of the potbelly.

She had not noticed it last night. Must have been too dark or her mind was taken elsewhere. She took the few steps to the table. Dust was on the table and a note was scrawled in the dust.

“CATTLE SCATTER – BACK AT DUSK – LOVE CYRUS”

"So he is a real cowboy, then." Mindy murmured as she read the note. Mindy had so many questions to ask Cyrus and now that she recovered, she realized and said to herself, “I never knew anyone lived like this in the United States of America!”

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