Author: Julie

Pacific Cove
			              Haunted Visions
					    J.E. Grace

@ J. E. Grace
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

                                                  
                                            Prologue- March 1969

	Riding the bus on her way home from her state violin competition, Marie is day dreaming about her win. Out of thirty entrants, she walked away with a first place trophy.
	The driver shifts gears, the bus jerks, and the hum of the engine and sway, lulls her into a dreamlike state. The air conditioning doesn’t seem to be able to keep up, which makes the atmosphere inside stifling. 
	Marie brushes her hair back away from her neck and settles into her seat concentrating on the landscape outside.  Farms whiz out of sight as the bus makes its way along the freeway.  Soon she will be in Bayberry with the family she loves.
	Marie doesn’t possess a desire for sports or have artistic talent like her sister, Naomi.  No one in her family has any musical ability, but in spite of that, Marie possesses a natural ability to play. Her parent’s choice of instruments didn’t include the violin. Even her music teacher warned her of the difficulty in mastering the instrument, but to their surprise, Marie surpassed all of the other students and excelled beyond their wildest dreams.  
	Marie arrives in downtown Bayberry late in the day.  She exits the bus with her violin case in hand and glances around the parking lot looking for her mother’s car, but it isn’t there. She needs to call home.
	Marie dials the number on the phone at the soda shop.  She waits for what seems like an eternity, and finally the answering machine picks up.  She leaves her message, “Mom, the bus got in a little late, and no one is here to pick me up.  I’m going to walk over to Jenny’s house and I’ll call you when I get there.”
	She hung up the phone, picked up her violin case, and started walking to her friend’s house.  Jenny lives about three blocks from the soda shop, and they have been friends since grade school.  She is the one friend she talks to about everything. They like the same friends, think the same boys are nerdy, and enjoy all the same movies.
	Marie walks along the city street past the bakery, Mike’s Gas Station, and the corner drug store.  A dog comes running towards her just as she rounds the corner. 
	“Where did you come from?  I’ll bet someone is missing you.”
	The dog barks, licks her hand, and waits for her to pet him.  From just up the block she can hear a voice calling, “Scoot! Where are you, boy?”
	The dog’s ears perk up and he runs down the sidewalk towards a rather large young man, who reaches down scooping him up into his arms. At least the dog isn’t lost; he has someone.
	Marie continues up the street towards Jenny’s house.  It is starting to get darker out and the street lamps blink on. She begins to feel a little uneasy, as she usually doesn’t walk alone at night.
	She spots Jenny’s large Victorian house directly across the street, and notices that the lights are on.  She is glad that someone is home and will feel much better once she is inside.
	Marie is just crossing the center of the street and doesn’t notice the dark sedan coming at her. The last thing she hears is the squealing of car tires, the smell of burning rubber, and a scream. The strong impact leaves her unconscious in the street.
	Marie’s family stays with her in the hospital-by her bedside-for- days, though her condition never improves. 
	Jenny wants to be at the hospital with Marie, but her mom worries that she won’t be able to handle it. After a lot of crying, her mom finally gives in. Jenny stands by the side of the hospital bed holding her best friend’s hand, knowing that she will never be able to do all the things they talked about. Past memories run through her head and tears begin to stream down her face. Unable to contain herself any longer, she quickly turns and puts her arms around her mother, as grief takes over. Together, they leave the room for the last time.
	Jenny took Marie’s passing very badly.  She was walking out to meet her and witnessed the whole thing. And that final scene would play itself over and over in her mind; haunting her forever.
	Within a few short days, Marie-the thirteen year old girl with a profusion of talent-is dead.  Her family will never be the same. 
	After her passing, some of Marie’s loved ones cope with the loss with more difficulty. Her sister, Naomi, is the one most affected by it.  
                                               	    Chapter 1

	Naomi was an Art Major when she met Jason at Bayberry College. She was a petite woman of five feet with blue eyes and long reddish blonde hair flowing down around her shoulders.  Her sweet smile warmed those who were fortunate enough to know her.  She managed to cling to her values, even with the peer pressure that college can bring with it.
	She had a crush on Jason Sanders from the time she first saw him.  He was a tall, thin man with blonde hair and had the deepest dark blue eyes she had ever seen.  When he finally got the courage to approach her, they were inseparable from that moment on.  
	Jason had graduated with a degree in Animal Husbandry and Agriculture and was excited about finding a ranching position.  They talked about their plans for the future and married a few months after graduation.  It was a difficult time, as Naomi’s sister had died a few months before.
	Naomi was getting ready to embark on her new life with Jason and she was extremely excited, but nervous about confronting her mother, Miriam, as she had a habit of being very opinionated about almost everything.

	“Naomi, think about what you are throwing away. You graduated with a degree in art and have a chance at a successful career. Are you really willing to give all that up to go live at some remote ranch miles from civilization? After all, you don’t even drive anymore.”
	Her mother was right about the driving. She hadn’t driven since Marie died. She tried a couple of times, but all she could think about was Marie being struck down by a car, and her hands would start to shake. Her doctor had called it panic attacks. 
	“Mom, I understand your concern, but I’m married now and I have to go where my husband goes.”  Naomi was getting very frustrated.  She was a grown woman now with her own responsibilities. 
	Naomi paces the floor unable to control her frustration, “You act as though I’m moving to the middle of a jungle halfway around the world.  It’s only four hours away and you can come for a visit anytime you want.  As far as my art career, I’m still going to paint, and I’ll find a gallery somewhere when I’m ready.  It doesn’t have to be in Bayberry.”
	“Naomi, I’m just afraid the isolation will make your depression worse and you will give up on your art. You have so much talent. I would hate to have you waste it.” 
	Naomi paused to gather her thoughts. “Mom, Jason is working for Fred Jones.  He has been like a father to him.  It’s an opportunity of a lifetime and Jason’s dream. We talked about it and at least he won’t be working for a stranger.  Fred will be there helping him learn his job.”
	“I understand that Naomi, but you will still be isolated, with no friends. It’s you I’m concerned about.  You are still grieving from the loss of your sister. It’s been a difficult time for all of us.  After all, your doctor said you are in a delicate state right now. That’s why he has you on medication.”
	“Who can help me better than, Jason?   He knows all about loss and how hard it is to deal with it.  He not only lost his dad, but his mom too.  They were really close.  His mother made sure he was able to go to college and did it on her own, only to pass away, and not even see her son graduate or get married.”
	“Okay, Naomi.  You have a point.  As long as you know what you’re getting into to. You know I only want what’s best for you.”	
	“Mom, I’ll be fine.  Jason loves me and he will be there for me.  Maybe the change of scenery will do me good. Dad has accepted the move and you have to try to accept it too.  I love you.”
	“I love you, too, Naomi.  I will support you in whatever you do. I just hope this is the right decision for you right now.”  Miriam walked over and put her arms around her daughter giving her a long hug and a peck on the cheek. “You know, your father and I wish you the best.  We only want you to be happy.”
	“I am, Mom. The move is scary, but it’s exciting, too. Jason finally gets to live his dream.  We will be moving into our first home and starting a new life together.” 

                                                     Chapter 2

	Pacific Cove is located ten miles from West Haven.  West Haven is a quiet little town surrounded by a few small ranches; the largest is Pacific Cove Ranch, followed in size by the O’Neal Ranch, where phone service ends. 
	There is only one grocery store that caters to the local ranchers. The most notable building in town is the town hall which includes an office for the local historical society. 
	Locals in the area share the story of 1899, when Captain Sharkey and his crew perished on the Pacific Star just off the coast of Pacific Cove.  The local historical society conducted their research, but was unable to come to any concrete conclusions, but that didn’t stop the locals from spreading their versions of what happened.  Of course, some people embellished it more than others. 

	The 1965 Ford pickup jerked and swayed as it made its way downhill towards Pacific Cove Ranch.  The rooftop of the house is just visible amongst a grove of trees in the distance. 
	As Jason and Naomi approach, they see a trail leading off across the headlands ending in front of a red barn and horse corrals. The barn is large and now a faded red from years of exposure to the elements. 
	Summer is Naomi’s favorite time of the year, a time when all of nature’s bounty is in full bloom and Pacific Cove’s flowers blanket the ground in a gorgeous array of color.
	They pull up into the driveway next to the house, which looks as though it had been empty for quite some time. The white paint is peeling and chipped in many places and years of harsh weather has aged it, but Naomi sees a vision of what it could become.
	Jason turned off the engine and got out. “Naomi, the view here is spectacular. I can see all the way to the horizon. You should come out here and smell the salt air, I feel like I’m finally home.”  He turned around glancing in through the truck window. “Naomi, are you going to get out or just sit there staring at me?”
	Naomi opens the truck door and carefully steps down.  As she glances over towards the ocean bluffs, a cold chill runs up and down her spine, followed by an eerie feeling that consumes her entire being. She feels as though someone is watching her.  Unwilling to give into the feeling, she dismisses it as cold air from the wind that blew along the bluffs. 
	“Are you ready to see what we’re in for?”  Jason took her hand carefully leading her up the porch steps. He pushed the door open and they walk inside. 
	The furniture is old but in fair condition and the walls are of natural wood which evoke the feeling of a cabin.  A large stone fireplace stretches across one corner of the room, with large picture windows on one entire wall facing west giving an unobstructed view of the ocean.  Cobwebs and dust cover just about everything in the room.  
	The kitchen is very spacious.  The walls are a faded yellow, and the floor is hardwood, but over time it has lost its luster.  In a corner of the kitchen is a large mahogany dining table positioned in front of the windows and Naomi walks over running her hands across the base of the table feeling the smooth contours of its carved legs.
	They continue walking through the house carefully inspecting each room. There is a master bedroom, a guest room, bathroom, and a laundry room.  The master bedroom is in the best condition of all.  The large vintage poster bed has a matching dresser which has been beautifully restored. The walls are painted a cream color, which makes the room appear larger.  There is also another bedroom with large windows that let in natural light, which would be perfect for an art studio.
	“Look, we have a view of the creek.  How beautiful to wake up to in the morning,” said Naomi.
	“Every morning is beautiful waking up to you.”  Jason smiles as he walks over to Naomi grabbing her around the waist from behind.  He spins her around and gives her a soft kiss on the lips. They stand in front of the windows entwined in a warm embrace. 
	“Well, I hate to break this up, but we have a lot of work to do. Where do you want to start?” asked Jason.
	“I’m going to start on the kitchen first.  Don’t forget to bring in the groceries and supplies from the truck.”  
	“I’ll bring them in and then check on the pump. I need to get the water going. ”  
	They spend most of the afternoon cleaning the house. The whole house has been washed and polished, and the musty smell is replaced by fresh ocean air.  Jason leaves to check on what needs to be done to the barn and corrals. 
	Naomi finishes up in the house. She walks down the porch steps, entering the trail that leads across the headlands.  As she approaches, she can hear hammering. She walks into the barn, glances around, but doesn’t see Jason. She calls out, “Jason, where are you?” 
	“I’m over here,” he replies, hammering a board in place in one of the stalls. 
	“Is there a lot to do?” asks Naomi.
	“Not too much. It might take a day or two at most to repair. I think I’m going to call it a day. Let’s head up to the house before it gets dark.” said Jason.
	“I’m starving anyway,” Naomi said, “I thought I would make a celebration dinner for us.”
	They walk back to the house laughing and smiling like two love struck teenagers, stopping only briefly for a warm embrace.
	After dinner, Jason opens a bottle of California Chablis. As they sip the wine, they stand on the porch in the moonlight, watching the lights from the boats heading for Pacific Cove.  The wind starts to blow, which brings a chill to the air, and they finally decide to call it a night.
	Naomi falls asleep that night wrapped in the arms of the man she loves.  She listens to his even breathing and snuggles up close to his back feeling the warmth from his body. 
	Sometime in the middle of the night, Naomi wakes.  Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest, and her breath comes in rapid spurts. She knows she is dreaming, but the visions are very clear. 
	A large ship slams hard into the sea, and the image floats in and out of her mind.  She can hear screaming from the passengers onboard, as the ship begins to sink. She strains to read the name on the side, but she can’t focus her eyes enough to read it.  
	She shivers and curls up closer to Jason with her head on his shoulder and finally begins to feel at ease.  The visions begin to fade, and she finally drifts off to sleep.                                     

                                          

                                                   

                                                   
                                                     Chapter 3									

	It is still dark outside when Naomi wakes. She feels Jason’s side of the bed; it’s cold and empty.  She calls out to him. “Jason.”
	“I’m in the bathroom, honey. Go back to sleep.” 
	Feeling tired and exhausted from her lack of sleep, she drifts off. 	
	She wakes the second time to the sun shining warmly on her face, the room wrapped in a luminous glow. Today, Fred will arrive with the horses. They are the best of the breed; quarter horses and appaloosas of pedigree blood lines raised for the track he owns in Southern California, and one of the stallions is a direct descendent of Man of War.  Fred has a four-hour drive from the Seaport Ranch to Pacific Cove and won’t arrive until late afternoon.
	Naomi picks out a pair of jeans and a warm sweatshirt and makes her way to the bathroom for her morning shower. She pauses by the window to look at a doe and fawn that have stopped for a drink at the creek.  They look so peaceful and are totally unaware of her presence. 
	After her shower, she cooks her breakfast and takes a seat at the kitchen table, and within a few minutes she is deep in thought.  She looks out the window at the boats, already making their way to points south of Pacific Cove.  She finishes eating and begins her morning housekeeping chores. 
	With her chores done, she decides to join Jason at the barn, and can hear noise as she enters.
	“Almost finished?” asks Naomi.
	“Just one more board to nail in place.” said Jason.
	“Can we take a drive to the other end of the ranch? I can hardly wait to see the rest of it.” 
	“I’ll take you as soon as I put these tools away.” 
	Naomi waits patiently as he gathers up the tools, placing them in the tool shed.  Jason grabs her hand and they walk up the trail together and get into the truck to take the five mile ride to the other end of the ranch.  
	They travel the dirt road along the headlands facing the ocean. In the distance, miles and miles of rolling hills covered with thick woods and countless overlays of orange poppies line the road along the bluffs. 
	As they approach the halfway mark, they pull up by a white, very weathered two-story Victorian house.  A white picket fence encloses the yard. 
	 Directly in front of this magnificent house is a gigantic oak tree, barren of leaves, with branches outstretched, it appears to act as a guardian for any unwelcomed visitors.  
	Naomi looks over at Jason.  “Do you know who owns this house? It looks like it’s been vacant a long time.”
	“Fred said it’s the old Stewart place. Mr. Stewart passed away a number of years ago, and no one seems to know of any living relatives, so the house has just stood vacant. The story told by the old timers in the area is that he helped establish the local lumber company in Seaport and then moved to Pacific Cove in 1895.”	
	“How do you know about the history of Pacific Cove?”
	“Fred spent a lot of time talking about the place while we were moving livestock. He said that the sawmill towns in the area depended entirely on the schooners to transport lumber and the rest of the goods needed by the settlements.”
	“It must have really been a hard way of life for the settlers.” said Naomi.
	As they follow the road along the bluffs, Naomi is unable to take her eyes off the house.  She thinks that it would be a wonderful subject to paint.  
	The road winding towards the other end of the ranch is a little rough. The truck bounces as it pulls itself out of the ruts left over from the prior winter.
	 To the east of the roadway they pass more rolling terrain. Years of pounding and lashing by the ocean had created jagged impressions in the cliffs, and tremendous stands of timber forested the adjacent hills.
	Jason brings the truck to an abrupt stop by a bridge that crosses Indian Creek. The bridge is washed out and they have to continue the rest of the way on foot.
	In the distance, they spot a small house half hidden by thick underbrush. It backs up to a steep hillside of dirt and rock, and a creek flows swiftly, emptying onto the beach to join the body of water at the ocean.  
	Wild roses grow on each side of the entrance to the house completely covering the trellis, and a trail on the west side of the house leads around a large rock. Naomi decides to follow it and ends up on the beach. She hears Jason calling her, so she heads back towards the house. 
	“This is part of the ranch too, so let’s check out the inside of the house.” said Jason. 
	They enter the house and immediately are overpowered by the damp, musty, odor.  Naomi can smell the remains of rodent droppings and there are remnants of someone’s last fire in the old stone fireplace.
	Naomi begins to feel uncomfortable.  Her skin crawls. In front of her appears the face of an old man walking the deck of a sailing ship pounded by the rough seas.  She feels as though she is suffocating and runs from the house leaving Jason standing inside.
	Jason finds her sitting in the truck.  He walks over, opens the driver’s door, and gets in. “Naomi, are you okay?” 
	“I feel a little sick. I think the smell got to me.”
	 He places his arm around her and gives her a hug, “What do you say we head back to the ranch?”
	“Maybe I’ll feel better when we’re home.”  
 	Jason turns the ignition over and backs the truck out of the driveway.  
	Naomi spends the trip home feeling dazed, oblivious of the scenery as it flashes by.  She closes her eyes trying to relax.  Who is the strange man in my vision and what does he want?

                                                      Chapter 4

	It’s the next day and Naomi can hear the sound of a ramp being lowered to the ground and whinnies from horses.  She recognizes the voices as those of Jason and Fred.
	Naomi got dressed and met them outside so she can look at the horses. One by one, they are led out of the trailer, and Jason has a lead rope attached to the most beautiful horse she has ever seen. It is an appaloosa stallion named, Dollar, with perfect silver dollar size spots over his loin and hips.  He is sure footed and holds his head high as he is led down the path to the corral.  There are two more stallions and two mares.
	“Can I come to the barn and look at them? I promise to stay out of the way. I want to learn all their names.” 
	“Okay.  You may have to feed and water them while I’m away with Fred.” said Jason.  
	Naomi and Jason walk through the barn stopping at each stall. In the first stall is a red chestnut mare called Red Lady. Next is a bay stallion named Broomstick, that is a direct descendent of the famous horse, Man of War.  As they walk by, he snorts and shakes his head, which makes Naomi feel uneasy. 
	 In the next stall is a dark chestnut roan, part thoroughbred and part Appaloosa, and his name is Kanilo. He is a two-year-old and not broke to ride yet.   Naomi notices he is nervously pacing back and forth in the stall. “Why does he look so scared?”
	“Fred hasn’t worked with him much yet.  He doesn’t trust anyone and gave us a lot of trouble just getting him in the trailer. He will be a handful for us to break.”  
	A couple of minutes later, Fred entered the barn. “Jason, how would you like to accompany me back to Seaport Ranch this evening?  I have to load Charlie and Bobo to bring back to the ranch.”
	“Who are Charlie and Bobo?  
	“Charlie is Fred’s three year old Hereford bull.  Charlie follows Fred around wherever he goes and even lets him ride him on occasion.  Bobo, on the other hand, is a Black Angus bull and has a disposition as changeable as the weather.” said Jason.
	Fred Jones is in his fifties, a large man with broad shoulders, jet black hair with a salt and pepper spraying of grey.  He has a pleasant nature and loves ranch life.  Occasionally, he has a reserved side to his personality when he seems to be distant, lost deep in thoughts of another time.
	“How much livestock needs to be transported yet?” asks Jason.
	“Twenty-five head of cattle, twenty head of sheep, and the Nubian goat. We will be making two more trips in order to finish up.  I’ll try not to keep you away from your lovely wife too long.” replied Fred.
	“Naomi, do you think you will be okay here alone?” asked Jason.
	“I’ll be fine.  I have my painting to keep me busy, and I don’t think I’ll run out of things to paint.”  
	While Jason and Fred get ready for their trip to Seaport Ranch, Naomi fixes them a lunch.  A half hour later, the lunch is put into the truck, Jason kisses Naomi goodbye, and they drive away.

	It is late afternoon before she finishes feeding the horses and returns to the house. The sun is starting to go down and it will soon be dark. She decides to put on one of her favorite songs, “How Deep is Your Love,” and it reverberates throughout the house.  
	Naomi just sat down on the sofa, when the haunting face of a man she had never seen before, appears to her.  He is laughing, his face the epitome of evilness. His piercing eyes are locked on Naomi, but she keeps telling herself he isn’t real. She pulls her legs up in front of her pushing herself back into the sofa. She blinks trying to make the image disappear, but he is there when she opens them again. 
	The ghostly form comes toward her, floating a few feet off the floor. As it approaches, her first instinct is to get up and run, but she is unable to move. The form is closing in on her, its eyes blazing like fire, as it gets nearer.
	She closes her eyes again. She can’t bear to look. She is afraid of what might happen next.  
	She can feel a rush of strong wind, the scent of a foul odor, and a chilling sensation as the form passes through her.  A blood curdling scream escapes her throat, but there is no one to hear her. 
	Naomi tries to calm down, closes her eyes and prays, “In Jesus name be gone.” When she opens her eyes, the image gradually begins to fade and she knows it will be gone soon. 
	Naomi’s heart races in her chest and she takes a deep breath trying to calm it down.   She keeps telling herself, I’m going to be okay. It’s not real. 
	She tries to process what she just went through, but her thoughts are a jumble of fear and panic. 
	She makes her way to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water and pops one of her pills, hoping it will calm her nerves. She wishes Jason was here, but how would she explain what she is experiencing?  He would have trouble believing any of it.
	She convinces herself that the jitters are brought on by the fact that she is alone, more than that of the visions.  The silence is deafening. Deep down, she longs for the city with its familiar noises.  
	Outside, the night noises are a mixture of the unfamiliar and are frightening. Right now, she wishes she had a telephone to call her father.  He always knew how to make her feel better. 
	With every light in the house on, she leaves to go to her bedroom and gets into bed.  She pulls the covers up snug around her head and turns to grasp Jason’s pillow.  Due to her exhaustion from her experience, she falls asleep. Her sleep, however, is filled with haunting visions of the ship as it violently rides the waves that surge and roar about in the darkness of the gloomy night. 
	She tosses about throughout the night, moaning as if someone is after her.   Stop, what do you want from me?  No, don’t come near me!	

                                            
                                                      Chapter 5

	It is the next morning. The sun streams into the room enveloping Naomi’s body with warmth. Where is Jason?  He didn’t return during the night as planned.
	She showers and dresses, meanwhile feeling very uneasy.  After grabbing some breakfast and turning out the lights that she left on, Naomi makes her way down the trail to the barn. 
	Naomi walks through the barn checking each stall giving them their hay and grain for the morning, and Kanilo shakes his head and snorts as she gives him his share.  He is a beautiful horse, but it will take a while for her to get up the courage to try to enter his stall.  He will not make it easy for her. She will have to be patient and take it slow to build his trust.
	After finishing the chores, she returns to the house to finish tidying up.  She decides it would be a good time to go through some of the things that she hasn’t unpacked yet.  It will help take her mind off Jason and make the time pass until he returns.
	Naomi reaches into the bedroom closet and pulls out some boxes.  There are some loose photos, which need to be placed in the trunk at the foot of the bed, some extra perfume bottles for the dresser, and more towels for the bathroom. 
	She walks over to the trunk and carefully lifts the lid.  Inside are her most precious memories of the life she had lived before Pacific Cove.  There are pictures of her school days with some of her best friends, her entire family by the Christmas tree, and wedding photos.
	Through clouded, tear-filled eyes, she grabs the photo of Marie taken during one of her violin practices.  Next to it is the newspaper clipping entitled, “One of Bayberry’s Most Promising Violinist Performs at State Competition.”  It had been Marie’s dream.
	She wipes the tears from her eyes and stares at the photo. Marie had blue eyes, long honey blonde hair, and a smile that evoked just a glint of mischievousness.  She had been a straight A student, was loved by her peers, and most of all her family. Marie had been the best little sister anyone could have wished for. It broke Naomi’s heart when she never regained consciousness.  What kind of a person could run someone down and not stop?  It bothered her that they were still out there somewhere while her sister was gone forever.
	Naomi loved her sister so much. Loud sobs began to fill the room, and she can’t bear to look at the picture any longer.  Shaking, she places it back into the trunk.  
	She lifts a beautiful cream colored scarf, and an envelope falls to the floor, which she reaches over and picks up, curious about its contents.  The envelope is addressed to A. H., 50 Nottingham Way, Seattle, Washington and is from someone whose initials were J.G., 2655 Pacific Cove Rd.  It is postmarked Sept. 10, 1899, but has been sent back to sender unclaimed.  
	She opens the envelope. Inside is a folded piece of paper.  She carefully unfolds it and begins reading the contents:
Dear A.H.
I live with the realization of false promises and deceit,
Of  unfilled moments of unshared love.
My eyes, now opened, leave me alone and empty within,
Here, to repair the visons of everlasting pain.
I sit alone as tears fall, wondering what to do,
I yearn for tender caresses and warm embraces.
From a love unmatched by anything I’ve known,
A love to fill those endless nights with loving lasting memories.
I do not know if I can go on without you. Each day seems like an eternity.  If you receive this, know only that I will love you forever.
J .G.
	Naomi is choked up with compassion for the person who had written the poem.  Who are these people, and how did I get possession of this letter? I know it wasn’t there when I packed the box.
	Naomi feels as though she needs some fresh air.  She crosses the headlands, noticing a path that leads down to the beach.  It is quite steep and she sees that the ocean is very rough, so she sits on a large rock out of way of the waves.  A strong breeze blows back her hair.  Her thoughts wander back to Marie and she wonders if it will ever get any easier?
	She feels Marie’s presence in the breeze that brushes her cheek, and the tide reminds her of the waves of despair she feels when she thinks of her.  She tries to clear her mind and just enjoy the view, but she knows it won’t be easy to get Marie out of her thoughts or make the pain to go away.  With the wind getting stronger, she decides to make her way back to the house.	
	She approaches the house, hoping to see Fred’s truck in the driveway, but is disappointed when it isn’t there.  She decides to make a cup of herbal tea and write her mom and dad a letter. She writes as she sips from her cup, letting the hot liquid tantalize her taste buds.
	Dear Mom and Dad,
	We are all moved in.  The views here are spectacular, and I can hardly wait until you can come for a visit.  I do miss Bayberry and all my friends. 
	Mom, I was going through my trunk today and ran across an envelope that was addressed to A.H. from J.G.  Do you know who they are? I don’t remember ever seeing the letter before. There was a poem inside that made me weep.  It was absolutely wonderful, but so sad.  Let me know if you remember anything about it.
	The house was a lot more work than we thought, but it turned out quite lovely. Jason was a big help.  Write soon. We love you both.  
	Your daughter, 
	Naomi.
	She places the letter inside the envelope and puts a stamp on it. She will have Jason mail it when he gets home.  Until then, she has to try to get her mind off of everything that is happening to her and decides to try painting as therapy. It always seemed to help in the past. She has to do something to stop the emotional drain she is feeling.
	She walks to the laundry room closet where she has stored her painting supplies and gathers them up and places her easel facing the picture window in the living room to get the best light. “The Long and Winding Road” is blasting from the stereo as she begins to paint the ocean view before her. 
	She begins by laying in the colors of the sky in different shades of blue, followed by the ocean color and rocks.  She paints in the shape of a schooner, wondering why she chooses to put that into the painting. With every brush stroke, it seems as though the brush has a mind of its own. The light sky color she painted, mysteriously takes on an atmospheric change to a dark and ominous cloud filled sky.  She glances out the window and is shocked to see that the sky outside is changing to fit her painting.   How is that even possible?  Am I going crazy?  Her brush is being controlled by someone else.   She is frightened, and as much as she wants to, she can’t continue.
	On her way back into the living room, she stops to turn on the television.  The local news is on and they are reporting something about an overturned logging truck just south of West Haven.  The road is closed until it can be cleared. This meant that it would be another night of being alone, and after the weird experience earlier, she isn’t looking forward to it.  Did I imagine it? I will sleep with the lights on once again, if I sleep at all.                              

                                    

                                      

                                                   

					 

		       		      Chapter 6

	It was finally morning. It had been another restless night.  Naomi thought she heard footsteps out in the other part of the house, but wasn’t brave enough to bother checking. She was afraid of what she might find.
	As she walks through to the kitchen, she glances at her painting from the night before.  It was exactly like she painted it, minus the addition of the schooner and dark sky.  Did I imagine the whole thing?
	She hears the crunch of gravel and the sound of a large truck. She runs outside to Jason who is waiting with open arms. “Are you all right? I was worried sick, as there was no way to get in touch with you. There was an accident between Seaport and West Haven, and the road was closed for hours.” he said.
	“I just happened to catch the end of the newscast.” She hugged Jason and gave him a kiss. “I was worried about you both.”
	“So what have you been doing to occupy your time?”
	“I had the horses to tend to, started a new painting, and wrote a letter to Mom and Dad.” She left out the part about the mysterious transformation of her painting. 
	“We stopped at West Haven and bought some groceries.” Jason walked around to the cab of the truck and opened the door, reaching inside. “There are fresh vegetables and extras for a salad.  Fred butchered a beef not long ago, and we emptied out the freezer while we were there. I’ll bring them in as soon as I give Fred a hand with Gasper.”
	Laughing, she asked, “What’s a Gasper?”
	“It's a goat.” Jason gave her a quick peck on the cheek and went to the other side of the truck. In a few minutes he returned with the end of a lead rope, but she couldn’t see what was at the other end. 
	All of a sudden, a medium sized goat, black and gray, appeared almost at a full run heading towards her. Its head was lowered in a charging position and Naomi notices it has horns.  Naomi let out a scream and ran for the house. To her surprise, the goat was right behind her.  It had pulled loose from Jason’s grasp and was chasing her.  All she could hear was the clomping of the hooves as it went across the porch.  
	She slammed the door and stood there unable to catch her breath.  She reached over and pulled the curtains back from the side of the window and looked toward the front porch. She can’t see the goat anywhere.  Where did it go?
	Her question is answered very abruptly as she is catapulted into the wall from behind and then falls backwards onto the floor. Shocked and shaken, she tries to focus her eyes.  It is too late.  Something is dragging rough hair back and forth in her face. Then a loud noise erupts from within the goat. Naomi screams for Jason.
	Instantly, the door flew open, and he reaches over pulling her up.  Meanwhile, the goat makes a mad dash for the open door.
	“What happened in here?” he asks, concerned that she might have been hurt.
	“I could have been killed!” said Naomi. 
	“Are you okay? He is just being playful, but I guess he got carried away.”
	“Just keep that thing away from me.  He’s a monster.” 
	About that time, Fred, entered the house. “Is everything okay in here? What on earth happened?”
	“Naomi had an encounter with Gasper. He thought it might be fun to chase her into the house. He butted her, but I think she is all right now, just shaken up.” 
	Jason held Naomi in his arms. “I’m sorry he scared you. I guess we better pen him up. I wouldn’t want this to happen again. You could have really been hurt.”
	Fred gave her a look of apology.  “Are you all right, dear?  I’m so sorry. I guess we should have warned you about his playfulness, but when he bolted we didn’t have time.”
	 “If you’re okay, we need to put the sheep into the fenced pasture so they can graze.” said Jason.
	“Make sure Gasper isn’t loose.”  Naomi wasn’t ready for another encounter.
	In a few minutes, she heard the sound of the truck starting up. What a day it had been.   
	With Jason and Fred gone, she takes out the preparations for dinner and gets started.  Within an hour everything is well underway. The house begins to fill with a variety of smells that would tempt even the best gourmet.  She lights the candles on the table and dims the lights in the room. The sun had set, and the daytime sky has been replaced with the lingering shadows of early evening.  Not knowing if Fred will be staying the night or not, she makes up the spare room just in case.
	Jason and Fred return right on schedule.  She put the meal on the table while they wash up.  When they return and take their places at the table, Naomi notices that Fred seems a little quiet and is just gazing out towards the ocean. 
	“The boat lights are really quite beautiful at night, don’t you think?” she said. 
	“They certainly are. My wife, Estelle, and I used to sit here for hours just watching them.  Estelle loved it here. She used to be a teacher, you know.  All the boys and girls just loved her.  She passed away about three years ago.”
	“I can tell that you miss her very much. Have you been living at Seaport ever since?” asked Naomi.
	“Yes, I just couldn’t bear to stay here without her. Our daughter, Jessie, was born in this house and we have a lot of memories here together.”
	“Where does Jessie live now?  
	“She lives in Colorado and works for a ski resort there. We kind of drifted apart after Estelle died.  Jesse had her own life in Denver and mine was here at the ranch.  Unfortunately, she didn’t take to ranching like I’d hoped.”
	“It’s too bad you don’t see each other more often.” 
	“I know, I miss her, but just can’t make myself go to the big city and she refuses to come here. She took her mother’s death really hard. We talk sometimes, but not as often as we should.”
	“Do you know any of the prior history of the house?”  Naomi was curious to see if it might explain the weird things she was experiencing. 
	“Some. Before we bought the place, John and Stella McIntyre and their son, Ben, lived here.  They were here about twenty five years.  In the late 1900’s, it was used by the lumber company for company housing.  Before that, the place was empty and was used off and on by squatters off the schooners.  The title is a little sketchy during that time.”  Fred continued eating.  He placed the last helping into his mouth and swallowed. He then continued, “Your dinner is absolutely delicious, Naomi.”
	“Yes, you have outdone yourself this time.” Jason leaned over giving her a kiss.
	“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”
	“Naomi, since you seem to be interested in the history, you might like to know that Estelle found a trap door off the master bedroom closet that went under the house. There used to be a full basement under there then. Estelle didn’t like it being open, so I sealed it up. No telling what has been torn out or sealed up over the years. There is also an attic upstairs. Feel free to explore that if you like.”  Fred got up from the table.  “If it’s okay, I’d like to spend the night.”
	“I thought you might. I made up the guest room for you.”  Naomi replied.
	“Guess I better get some sleep. Jason, we will have to get an early start if I want to get you back to your beautiful wife before dark.  Goodnight, Jason.  Naomi.”
	“Goodnight, Fred,” they both answered almost in unison.
	Naomi cleared the dishes from the table and began washing them while Jason picked up the newspaper and sat down to read. She is just finishing up the last of the dishes when she feels strong, secure hands around her waist and warm lips on the nape of her neck.  Jason whispers, “I love you.”
	Naomi replied with, “I love you, too.  Oh, how I missed you,” as she turns to face him.
	“I missed you too, hon.  Is everything all right?”
	“Can we talk a bit?  Something strange has been going on.” Naomi searches to find the right words to explain it all.
	Jason grabbed her hand and smiled. “Can we finish our talk in the bedroom?”	
	“Sure.” She places her hand in his and as they pass the kitchen, she hit the light switch.  They walk arm in arm to the bedroom, and she can hear his relaxed breathing. She lays her head on his shoulder and he gives her a tight squeeze.  They enter their bedroom, shut the door, undress and climb into bed.
	“What did you want to talk about?”  
	“It’s not important. You’ve had a long day. I’ll talk to you when you get back tomorrow.”   How would one more day change anything?
	He pulls her close to him, and a feeling of warmth and intense longing overcomes them.  They make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
	Jason didn’t wake until the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m.  He quickly reaches over and hits the alarm button before it wakes Naomi.  He gives her a kiss on the cheek and goes to take his shower before heading to Seaport.

                                                      

                                                     
                                                       Chapter 7

	It was 6:30 a.m. and Jason’s side of the bed is empty. Naomi is sorry she wasn’t able to speak with him last night, but she didn’t even know where to start.  
	She got up and headed for the shower letting the hot spray cascade down her body making every muscle relax in an explosion of glorious warmth.  She could have stayed in for hours but finally grabbed a towel and went out into the bedroom to dress.  She picked out a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt, and brushed out her hair.  
	As she entered the kitchen, she noticed a light rain falling outside. It fell in a light spray that hit the window and slid down leaving a streak. She didn’t mind the rain though, because everything was so crisp and fresh afterwards. She made herself a quick breakfast and cleared the newspapers away from the living room table.  As she picked them up, she found a note from Jason.  
	Naomi:  
	I didn’t want to wake you. We are planning on being back around 7:00 p.m.  Have a fun day.  Fred said to tell you the trap door to the attic is in the guest room if you feel like exploring.  Be careful, though. You don’t know what might be up there.
	Love, 
	Jason
	She thought checking out the attic might be fun, so she went to retrieve the flashlight from the laundry room. 
	She walked over to the guest room and found a square opening in the corner of the closet.  She took ahold of the small ladder, and after positioning it just right, begins to climb.  At the top, she pushes the small hatch open and it falls back with a bang as it hits the floor.
	The darkness of the space gives her a sense of being suspended in nothingness.  She flips the switch on the flashlight, and it sends out a stream of brightness cutting through the dark. The attic is quite large and has a variety of items stacked everywhere. 
	 In one corner are old kitchen chairs, discarded stuffed toys, and a variety of old picture frames.  The attic has only one small window that sheds soft light in a straight path as it dimly lights the area.
	In another corner is an old mannequin with a Victorian style dress embossed with lots of buttons and lace.  As she glances around, her eyes become fixed on an old trunk, covered in layers of dust.  She carefully walks on the cross beams lining the floor until she is facing it. 
	The trunk is beautiful, and has a hand carved top, with a picture of the ocean and a large sailing ship.  It is obvious that it is quite old. She is just about to lift the lid when a squeak and a scurrying sound brakes the silence of the room.  From the corner of her eye, she catches the glimpse of a small mouse.  I guess I’m more on edge than I thought.
	Naomi checks to see if the trunk is locked and it is apparent that the lock has been broken.  She gently lifts the top and finds an assortment of items inside. The first to catch her eye is a cameo on a gold chain.  She reached over to pick it up, laying it in the palm of her hand so she can open it.  
	Inside is a picture of a young woman with her hair piled high upon her head. She is dressed in attire fitting the 1800’s and is accompanied by what appears to be a ship captain who is somewhat older. The woman stands next to the man smiling, but the captain has a cold, unattached look to him.  
	A cold chill runs through her when she realizes the man is the one from her chilling vision. She turns the cameo over and finds the inscription: To: J.G. from A. H.  
	She continues going through the trunk, placing each item on the floor beside her.  She finds more jewelry, a green hat with feathers, a sequined shawl, and some dresses. There are also postcards from Africa and Asia.  They are all from A. H.  In the bottom is a small box which contains a wedding ring.    
  	In the bottom of the trunk is a gorgeous wedding dress with inlaid pearls, which looks as though it had never been worn.  It appears that a young girl had planned to get married, but for some reason, it never happened.  
	Naomi carefully picks up the wedding gown and places it up to her body admiring it in the old vintage mirror in front of her. She grabs the dress in her right hand and spins around. When she looks back towards the mirror, the image was no longer her.  It is that of a young woman. She is sad, and her eyes seem empty, as if something inside her had died. Tears stream down her face, falling in large drops onto her wedding gown.  Naomi can hear her sobs.
	Naomi dropped the dress to the floor and grabbed the trunk to keep from falling. She feels dizzy, her vision blurs, and an immense feeling of sadness overcomes her.  Her legs feel weak and she can’t breathe. She draws several deep breaths, but still feels like she is suffocating.   I have to get out of here.
	Just as she is making her way down from the attic, she hears a vehicle pull up out front.  She looks out the front window and sees a rather short, full-figured woman with long, wavy red hair climbing down from a dark green Ford pickup.  The sign on the side of the door says, “O’Neal’s Ranch”, “Bill and Joan O’Neal”.
	There was a knock at the door and a voice calls out, “Anybody home?”
	Naomi tries to remain calm and opens the door.  The woman facing her says, “You must be Naomi.  I’m Joan O’Neal, your closest neighbor from up the road.  Fred and Jason stopped by and told me to come and introduce myself. I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
	“Actually, I would love some company. I’m just getting ready to make some tea. Would you care for a cup?”
	“Thank you. I would,” she said, waiting to be invited in.
	“Excuse my manners. Please come in.” said Naomi.
	Joan sat on the sofa while Naomi went to put the water on for tea. When she returned, Joan was admiring her artwork hanging on the wall.
	“Wherever did you find these beautiful paintings?” asked Joan.
	“Actually, they are mine. I painted them in Bayberry just before Jason and I moved here. I’m glad you like them.” replied Naomi.
	The tea kettle sang its tune letting Naomi know that the water was ready.  Naomi excused herself and returned momentarily with two cups of steaming tea.
	“This is very good,” said Joan, as she sipped the succulent liquid.
	“It’s a special blend my mother gave me.”  Naomi thought Joan might be a good person to ask about the history of Pacific Cove Ranch. “How long have you lived here?”
	“My husband Bill was born in West Haven. I met him twenty years ago, and we were married and bought the ranch at the halfway point, or so we call Four Corners Junction. Bill runs the post office in West Haven, and I teach school as a substitute teacher whenever they need me.  We raise a few head of sheep, some beef cattle, and a bountiful garden.  It keeps us more than busy enough.”
	“Do you know much about the history of the place?”
	“Actually, I know quite a bit. I’m in charge of the Historical Society in West Haven. You should come to one of our meetings. I would be more than happy to pick you up if you need a ride.  The meetings are held once a month on the second Friday.  Let me know if you want to come.”
	“Thanks, I will. Do you know anything about this house in particular or someone with the initials J.G. or A.H. who was captain of the Pacific Star?”
	“J.G. could stand for Jacqueline Grayson. She lived in this house in the late 1800’s.  Her father, Albert Grayson, started the town of West Haven. They were very well to do.  Jacqueline’s parents were devastated when she wanted to marry Axel Henderson, the captain of the Pacific Star.  They forbade her to marry him.  Rumors say that she used to sneak out of the house and ride by horseback to the house at Indian Creek.  They would spend nights together there when he anchored.  Her father caught her one night and told Axel never to see her again.  Axel left rather abruptly.” 
	“Was that the end of it?” Naomi’s curiosity was running wild.
	“The story gets worse. Jacqueline’s father arranged a marriage to an upcoming attorney from up north just before her twentieth birthday.  Two days before the wedding, Jacqueline heard that Axel’s ship had sunk off the coast of Pacific Cove with all his crew. The following evening, Jacqueline walked to the edge of the bluff just outside this house and threw herself over.  Her body was found on the beach below.”
	 “I was up in the attic this morning and found an old trunk with a wedding dress and wedding ring.  It seemed like neither one had ever been worn.  There were also postcards from various places around the world, all signed A. H.  I guess they must have belonged to Jacqueline.”
	“They most likely are. It was very tragic for her parents. I don’t think they ever got over it.  Her father resigned right after her death and they moved out of state.  I guess I should get back and tend to my chores before Bill gets home,” she said as she walked towards the door.
	Naomi followed her and held open the door. “I’m so glad you dropped by, and do come back whenever you like. If I’m not at the house, I’ll be down at the barn with the horses.”
	“It was really nice meeting you.  Do you need anything from town?”
	“I can’t think of anything. Jason and Fred will be back tonight. Thanks for asking though.”
	Naomi walked out to the truck with Joan and waved as she drove away. Joan seemed like such a warm and friendly woman.  It felt great to have another woman to talk to. She didn’t realize how much she missed having company or how much the isolation of the place really affected her. With Joan’s help, she had some of the answers to the unraveling mystery that had been troubling her.  Poor Jacqueline, she must have really been distraught to have taken her own life at such an early age.  
	Naomi came close to telling Joan of her paranormal encounter in the attic, but she didn’t want to come off as a nutcase.  Maybe in time, she might feel comfortable confiding in her. She just wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.  In the meantime, she relied on her medication to get her through, along with some prayer.

	

				                Chapter 8

	It was early evening, the same day. Naomi turned on the radio and music fills the house. It brings back memories of Marie and the time they used to spend together singing along to music, gossiping about all the latest girl stuff, and laughing together.  It was strange how just a simple song can dredge up all the feelings she tried to bury. She wipes away a tear that gathers in her eye.
	She hears the whinny of horses. She opens the front door and looks outside. Jason and Fred are down at the barn checking on the horses. She went back inside, knowing they will be in the house soon. Moments later, they enter the living room.
 	“Naomi, I hope you don’t mind me bringing Razor,” asked Fred, “He’s so lonesome being locked up. I just couldn’t bear to leave him again.”
	“What kind of dog is he?” 
	“He’s an Australian Shepherd, about eight years old now,” Fred said, “Estelle loved him, and he still misses her.  He sure is good with the sheep and cattle. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”
	Naomi calls Razor over to her, and he wags his tail and licks the side of her face. “Friendly, aren’t you?” she says, laughing as she rubbed his ears. 
	 “Have you eaten yet? I have some shrimp salad in the refrigerator if you would like some.”
	“We ate earlier, but I can always find room for shrimp salad,” said Jason, giving Naomi a peck on the cheek. “Would you like some, Fred?”
	“That sounds really good.”
	Naomi left to go get the salad, returning with salad and bowls in hand. 
	“When we finish eating, how would you like to go down and meet Charlie?” asked Fred taking a sip of his wine.
	“You sure he won’t mind a stranger? I still remember how Gasper acted.”
	“No, he’s harmless.” 
	Naomi collects the dishes and puts them in the sink and then follows Jason and Fred along the trail leading to the barn. It is a warm evening, and the sun is just setting over the ocean, casting a golden glow on the horizon.  There is a soft breeze blowing, and she can smell the sweet scent of wildflowers carried along through the air. She is beginning to enjoy the peaceful calm. 
	She can hear Fred talking to Jason about how well the livestock has adjusted to the ranch and what supplies they need to pick up over the next few days. They are walking up ahead and Naomi is caught up in the beauty that surrounds her, and their voices became faint as her eyes take it all in. The beauty though is short lived.  
	An apparition of a young woman floats above the ground, her gown dripping with blood, as she looks at Naomi through crazed eyes, motioning her to come to her. 
	Naomi gasps, her heart races in her chest, and she slumps to the ground. Her body shakes. A scream swells up in her throat as she fights to release it, and everything goes black.  
	Jason wonders what is taking Naomi so long to get to the barn, and goes looking for her.  From a distance, he sees her body lying on the ground.
	She starts to come to, not knowing how long she has been out.  She slowly sits up. She looks around and sees Jason running up to her. 
	“Naomi, you’re white as a sheet. What happened?” asks Jason, placing his arms around her.  “Don’t try to get up. Take your time.”
	“I’m okay now. I haven’t been sleeping well with you gone and I guess I blacked out,” Naomi said, “I’ll just sit here a bit.”
	“Do you want to go to the house and lie down?” said Jason
	“No. I still want to go to the barn. I’ll be all right.”
	Jason sat on the ground next to Naomi and had her lean against him until she was ready to get up.  A few minutes later, he helped her to her feet and they walked to the barn together.
	When they entered, Fred was feeding Charlie, the largest Hereford steer she had ever seen.  Charlie was tied in an empty area, and when she saw his horns, she remembered her encounter with Gasper.  
	“Don’t be frightened. Watch, he will just rub his head against me while I stroke him.” said Fred.
	Sure enough, that is exactly what he did. Naomi approached Charlie and began to rub him while Fred held the rope.
	“I think he likes you.  Just make sure if you bring a radio out here while you are cleaning up that it is on a country western station. That’s all he likes.” said Fred.
	“Are you serious?” Naomi replied, with a puzzled look on her face.
	“You bet. One time I forgot. I went to put feed in for one of the horses, and before I could get back to rescue the radio, Charlie had picked it up with his horns and threw it in the air. Craziest thing you ever saw.”
	“It sounds like he has real personality.  I’ll be sure and remember that.”  Naomi grinned to herself thinking what a sight that must have been.
	Jason explained to Fred that Naomi wasn’t feeling well. Fred finished up the necessary cleanup and feeding of the horses.  Fred’s dog, Razor, darted out of the barn in a full run chasing after something that had moved outside.  Fred called to him, but he wouldn’t come back. 
	As they walked back to the house, Naomi held Jason’s hand, and he flashed his melting smile at her.  
	“Joan stopped by today. We had a really nice visit.”
	“I’m glad. I was hoping she would come by. I know you must miss having friends to visit with.”
	Jason stopped on the front porch to grab some firewood for their evening fire before entering the house.  About an hour later, Naomi, Jason and Fred were seated on the sofa when they heard some scratching on the front door.
	“It must be Razor. It’s about time he came back.” Fred got up from the sofa and walked over to the door to let him in. Razor bolted. He ran over and hid by the fireplace acting like he was scared to death.
	“Razor, what’s the matter boy?” asked Fred.  
	Razor was covered in mud and leaves. He had patches of his hair pulled out from his sides, and there was blood trickling down from an open wound. 
	“Naomi, is that first aid kit still here? I need to clean Razor up so I can see how bad the injuries are.” 
	“I’ll get it for you.” she said.  
	Naomi returned with the kit, handed it to Fred, and he began cleaning Razor’s wounds, which are much worse than he thought. 
	“I’m going to put Razor in my room with a blanket for him to lie on. I’ll have to take him to Dr. Morrison in the morning. He will fix him up.”  Razor whimpered as he was lifted up but began licking the side of Fred’s face as he carried him to his room.
	“I hope Razor will be all right. I know how much he means to Fred.” said Naomi.  Loss was a thing she knew about first hand. 

                                       

                                                    
                                                     Chapter 9

	The next morning, Naomi was dressing when she heard the front door shut.  She finished and walked into the living room to find Jason standing in front of the window, staring out at the horizon.
	 “Is everything all right?”
	“Just daydreaming I guess,” Jason said, “Everything is fine. I saw some raccoon tracks on the trail the other side of the barn. That’s probably what Razor was chasing.”
	“How would you like some breakfast?”  Naomi said, making her way into the kitchen. “I can’t believe I slept in so long. I didn’t hear either one of you get up.”
	“We ate early. I already did up the dishes. Just fix yourself something, Jason said, “Fred left really early with Razor. He said goodbye to me and that he would be back later.  Do you feel well enough for a riding lesson today on Red Lady after you eat? She’s really gentle.” 
	“I guess.  I’ve put it off long enough and I’m feeling fine now.”
	“Go ahead and finish up what you need to do, and I’ll saddle up Dollar and Red Lady and meet you outside.” 
	Naomi finished up her morning household chores humming to herself as she worked.  She stopped briefly in the bedroom to pick up a lightweight jacket to take with her.  As she exited the front door, she could see Jason heading towards the house with the horses.
	“All ready for a new adventure? I’ll help you get on.”  
	Jason tied Red Lady’s reins to a nearby fence post and gave Naomi a boost up into the saddle.  He untied her horse and handed her the reins and then mounted Dollar.
	“Well, not as scary as you thought, huh? Not too bad for a city girl.”
	“You forget I’m a country girl now.”  Naomi smiled over at Jason giving Red Lady a gentle kick, and she began to move.  Jason rode alongside her to make sure she could handle everything okay.
	“We will do a short ride today so you can get used to it.  Later on we can ride over to Indian Creek.”
	They rode along the path leading from the house that opened up to the headlands. Within a few minutes, the house began to retreat into the background and grew smaller and smaller.  Naomi never realized how different things would look from the top of a horse.  She leaned over and patted Red Lady on the side of her neck. She had a feeling of riding along the headlands before, even though it was her first ride.   
	About a half an hour later, they are back at the barn. She got down off Red Lady with Jason’s help and was a little shocked to realize there is quite a drop once she took her foot out of the stirrups. Jason carried the heavy saddles one by one to the tack room while she put away the bridles.
	As they walked back to the house, they decide it is a good day for a picnic. Jason wiped down the horses while she returned to the house to pack a lunch.  They were going to take a drive over to the Stewart house. 
	It was a short drive, and before they knew it they are in front of the house. They spread out a blanket under the old oak tree out front and ate sandwiches and drank sodas as they talked. It was so nice to be able to have some quiet time together.  This was the first time they had been alone since Fred and Jason had begun moving the livestock.
	“Jason, I need to talk to you about something. Have you noticed anything strange at the house?”
	“Depends on what you mean by strange.  It’s an old house and there are a lot of settling noises.”
	“Not the ordinary noises. I mean strange apparitions?”
	“I think you are letting your imagination run away with you.  What did Joan tell you?  Maybe that’s what got you started.”
	“Joan told me about a young woman, Jacqueline,  that used to live in our house long ago.  She said that she had lost her lover and was so distraught that she threw herself off the bluffs just outside our house.  Jason, I found some of her things up in the attic. I had a strange experience when I was up there and I have been having other strange visions. It’s really scaring me.”
	“Honey, there is a lot of history around this place. I think maybe you are just a little stir crazy from the isolation.  After all, you have been by yourself a lot lately, and I’m sorry about that.” Jason took her in his arms and held her close. 
	Naomi is thankful for the closeness, and it should have made her feel better, but somewhere deep inside there is a troubling coldness that seems at times to almost suffocate her.  She looks up at him and he kisses her gently on the lips. 
	They get up and walk along the trail leading to the beach.  She watches the waves crest and fall spilling over onto the shore. The waves have a greenish cast to them, and when the sunlight hits just the right way, she can see right through them.  
	As they walk along the edge of the waves, Jason begins to run forcing her to chase him.  She finally catches up with him, and he grabs her up laughing, swinging her around, and kissing her hard on the mouth. It warms her blood and brings all the feelings of love that she feels for him to the surface. She wishes that these feelings could override the ones of foreboding that plague her.
	“Well, what do you say we get back to the ranch?” 
	Naomi replied,“Yes.” 
	They gathered up their things, and within a few minutes, she could see the ranch house in the distance.  Fred’s truck is pulling up as they approach.  Fred climbs down, and opens the passenger’s door.
	 Jason and Naomi park the truck and get out. “How’s Razor?” asked Jason.
	“He’s okay.  Dr. Morrison said to keep him inside until his wounds heal.”
	“He could stay in the laundry room if that’s okay with you,” replied Naomi,   “I’m sure he will be comfortable there.” 
	“That sounds fine,” Fred said, “He might whine, though, since he is used to being with me. By the way, I saw Joan and Bill in town, and they invited us all over for dinner tonight, but I think I will decline. I don’t want to leave Razor alone right now.” 
	“What time do we need to be there?” asked Jason.
	“Around 6:00 p. m,” replied Fred.
	Naomi checks the refrigerator to see what was there for Fred to eat since he wouldn’t be joining them.  There were plenty of leftovers, so she went to freshen up.  
	Jason and Fred built a nice fire in the fireplace, and she can smell the scent of the wood as she enters the living room. 
	“Are you ready to go, Jason? How long does it take to get there?
	“It’s about fifteen minutes away, so I guess we should get going. See you later, Fred. Sure hope Razor does okay.”  
	Naomi walks over and gives Fred a pat on the shoulder. “There is left over roast beef in the refrigerator if you get hungry.” 
	Fred gives her a smile in appreciation. “Thanks that will do just fine.”  
	Naomi and Jason leave the house and get into the truck. The truck starts up with a rumble and they begin to move along the road.  They drive up the steep hill, and when they crest the first ocean facing ridge, the vegetation changes dramatically. The fir forests are now mixed with tan oak and madrone hardwoods, and the undergrowth is thick with huckleberry bushes and small trees. Giant redwoods dominate the terrain on both sides of the road. 
	They drive along the corners with their sharp curves and steep hills until they come to the Four Corners marker. Just ahead is the O’Neal Ranch.  The ranch house is nestled in amongst some tall trees and backs up to a hillside covered with green grass and underbrush.  In the distance, Naomi can see a herd of sheep grazing.
	The O’Neal house is two-story; painted yellow and trimmed in white. Shutters adorn the windows and chairs line the wraparound porch. On the front windows are boxes with flowers and more flowering shrubs in front of the porch.  A large apple tree graces the middle of the front yard, which is enclosed by a white picket fence with a trellis covered in pink climbing roses. 
	Naomi can see a barn and corrals to the right of the house as they approach. There is a large garden area, and Naomi sees Joan gathering up vegetables. She waves as they enter the driveway. 
	Jason turns off the ignition, puts it in park, and they get out.
	“Are you ready for some country cooking?”  Joan asks, as they approach the garden. 
	“Can’t wait,” said Jason.
	“Bill is in the barn, Jason. I’m sure he would enjoy your company.”
	Jason walked to the barn and found Bill putting up some hay into the hayloft. Bill is a man in his late fifties, tall and lanky, square-jawed, and has dark hair and eyes. He is a scrappy sort who loves to argue and tease. 
	“How are you doing, Bill? Do you need a hand?” Jason asks, as he enters the barn.
	“I’m almost done. Thanks anyway.” said Bill putting the last bale in place.
	With his chores done, they walk together towards the house and take a seat on the front porch.
	Joan approaches with a large basket of fresh vegetables. “I’m going to take these into the house.”  Naomi follows her up the steps while Jason and Bill are engaged in a conversation about the ranch.
	Joan and Naomi enter the living room, which is quite roomy and typical for a ranch style house. A wagon wheel chandelier hangs from the middle of the room. There is a stone fireplace in the corner and above the mantle hangs a large photo of Joan and Bill. There are old saws and memorabilia from an era long past throughout the room.
	The kitchen contains an old fashioned cook stove which is heated with firewood. On top, there is a large warming oven and a regular oven below. Overhead, a rack hangs from the ceiling containing copper bottom pots of all sizes and a country cupboard adorns one wall which is filled with all types of country collectibles. Wonderful smells escape into the air, filling the interior with a sense of culinary delight. Joan has dishes laid out on the counter in various stages of preparation, and the room looks as though it should be on the cover of a country magazine.
	Joan washes up the carrots and puts them on to boil and then continues to finish the green salad she already has started. 
	“Do you need help? I could finish up the salad for you.”
	“That would be great. I’ll check the lamb. It should be about done.” Assured that it was ready, Joan removed it from the oven.  
	The dining room is a medium size and has a high beamed ceiling of dark wood, with wood flooring that is just a shade lighter.  The dining table is rectangular in shape and takes up most of the middle of the room.  Along the corner wall is a giant grandfather clock which strikes 6:00 p.m. as they enter.  There is a long side table in front of the window with a vase of fresh cut flowers, some photos in antique frames, and a pair of highly polished candlesticks.
	Naomi helps Joan put the food on the dining table. Plates with a beautiful blue flowered pattern adorn the table at each place seating. 
	“Well, let’s see if we can get our men in to eat before it gets cold.” said Joan.
	 With the men seated around the table, Joan says aloud, “Lord, bless this food we are about to eat, and we want to thank you for surrounding us with the company of good friends. We pray in Jesus name, Amen.”
	They enjoy a night of good food and great conversation.  They eat a meal of leg of lamb, mint jelly, sweet potato pie, glazed carrots, green salad, and fresh apple cake for dessert.  Joan’s country cooking was marvelous.
	The men go back outside to the front porch to enjoy coffee while Joan and Naomi clean up the dinner dishes. 
	“I had a really nice time tonight,” Naomi said, “Thanks so much for inviting us. I miss being around friends.”
	“You’re welcome. I enjoyed having you, too.” Joan replied.
	“Jason and I would like to have both of you over for dinner sometime this next week.” said Naomi.
	 “That sounds great,” replied Joan, “Just let me know when.” 
	The front screen door hit with a bang as Bill and Jason enter the house, coffee cups in hand.
	“I hate to break this up, but I think we should be heading home.  It’s getting late.” said Jason.
	Naomi walked over and gave Joan a hug and thanked her again for the wonderful evening they had shared together. Bill and Joan follow them out to the driveway arm in arm and wave as Jason and Naomi drive away.
	“Wasn’t that just the best?”  Naomi laid her head on his shoulder as he drove along the moonlit roadway. “I never knew lamb could taste so good.”	
	“It was good. I really enjoyed the visit.”
	The truck jerked and swayed as it made its way down the hill.  Just as they were turning the corner, Jason swerved sharply to the right and hit the brakes.  A large mountain lion was crossing the road right in front of the truck.  
	Naomi lifted up her head just in time to catch a glimpse of something heading into the woods.  A blood curdling scream rang out into the night air sending a chill through her. In her mind, it was Marie who screamed.  Why does this keep happening to me?
	“Jason, what was that?” she asked.
	“It was a mountain lion.  They sound pretty scary in the dark. It’s gone now, so there is nothing to worry about. Let’s just get home.”  

             

                                                   

                                                        Chapter 10

	Jason and Fred got up early the next day to check on the sheep since there was the sighting of the mountain lion the night before.  Naomi used the time to straighten up the house and do the laundry. She finished up the last load and walked out onto the front porch. Jason and Fred were pulling dead sheep from the back of the pickup.  
	“What happened?” asked Naomi.
	“Just what I was afraid of. The mountain lion claimed its first kill. It killed three of our sheep last night,” Jason said, “We’ll have to track it down, or we might lose them all.”
	“We’ll leave this afternoon so we can set up camp before dark. I’ll give you a list of supplies to pick up in town,” said Fred, “Maybe Naomi would like to ride along with you since she will be here alone tonight.”
	After getting the list from Fred, Jason and Naomi left for West Haven.  The road was an easy ride once they got out of the mountains. There weren’t as many trees and the countryside wasn’t as hilly.  West Haven sits down in a valley with one main highway in or out of town. 
	Naomi noticed the quaint, rustic buildings as they drove along.  The feed store they passed looked like it had been around since the 1800’s.  They passed a coffee shop, gas station, bank, church, library, and other assorted shops. 
	People walked along the streets going in and out of the shops with packages in hand.  It was, of course, tourist season and a time for West Haven to prosper.  When they pulled up in front of the post office, the locals were picking up their daily mail. 
	As they entered, Bill shouted a quick hello. “How’s everything at Pacific Cove?”
	“I just came into town to pick up supplies for our backpacking trip,” Jason said, “There’s a mountain lion on the prowl. You better keep an eye on your flock.”
	“Do you need an extra hand? I can come with you,” said Bill, “I just have to let Joan know.” 
	“That would be great. Meet us at the ranch at 5:30 p.m.” 
	Bill picked up an envelope and handed it to Naomi. “This came for you today.”
	Jason and Naomi got into the truck and continued down Main Street while Naomi opened up the letter. “It’s from my Uncle Paul.  He’s coming for a visit and will be here at the end of the week. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him.” 
	“I’m looking forward to seeing him too. He’s a great guy.” said Jason.
	Naomi shoved the letter into her purse. They continued on towards the City Center and the Town Square.  Facing the street is a statue of a man dressed in an army uniform.  To the right there is a small ballpark, a playground area, and a section filled with barbeque pits and picnic tables.  The park is lined with trees, and its lawns and flowerbeds are well manicured.  People sat on the benches reading while others sat on blankets in the grass with their loved ones. Children’s voices rang out as they played calling out to each other.
	West Haven is much different from Bayberry with its bustling center. The people here were more relaxed; they also seemed to be much friendlier. 
	Jason pulled up in front of the library. “I’ll be back in half an hour. I hope you find some interesting reading.”
	“I’m sure I will. See you later,” Naomi said, kissing him on the cheek.
	Naomi walks up the steps of the library and enters the old brick building covered with ivy. Upon entering, she notices a woman in her mid-fifties, with coal black hair pulled back, and dressed in a long flowered dress. The woman is quite tall, very slender, and absorbed with her work.
	“Hi.  I’m Naomi Sanders. My husband and I live at the Pacific Cove Ranch. I would like to get a library card.”
	“I’m glad to meet you, Mrs. Sanders.  I’m Claretta Mitchell. Joan has told me a lot about you.  She said you had quite an interest in the history of our area. I belong to the Historical Society and know where most of the material is on file.” She placed a signature card on the counter for Naomi to fill out.  “Joan said you were also an artist. What type of art do you do?”
	“I paint landscapes in oil.  I’m working on some paintings of the ranch right now.”  Naomi hands the signature card back to Claretta and waits for her to make out her library card.  The librarian hands Naomi her card and she tucks it into her purse. “If you don’t mind, I would like to just look around.  Could you point me in the right direction?”
	“The historical material is to your right along the side wall,” said Claretta,   “Anything else you want to look up will be in the card catalog file by the table to your left.”
	After looking on the shelves and in the card catalog, Naomi finds exactly what she wants.  She takes the books and places them on the counter to be checked out. Within a few minutes, Claretta hands them back to her. Naomi thanks her and makes her way out to the street to check for Jason.  He was just pulling up. She gets in and scoots over towards him and he gives her a kiss before pulling away from the curb. 
	“Find everything you wanted?” he asked, smiling.
	“I sure did,” Naomi said, “I’ll have plenty of reading to do while you’re gone.”
	“Are you sure you don’t mind being alone? I can see if Joan can come over and keep you company while we’re gone. After all, Bill is going with us too.”
	“I hate to bother her.  She probably needs to keep an eye out for the sheep with Bill gone.”
	“I’ll leave a rifle in the laundry room.  If you hear anything, you can always fire a shot in the air. That should scare anything off.”
	“Just get the mountain lion. I’ll be okay.”  In her heart, she isn’t so sure.
	They continue to drive through town, stopping only long enough to pick up a few groceries at West Haven Grocery Store. Naomi’s mind wanders as they make their way back home to the ranch.  She isn’t thrilled about having Jason gone.  She is sure the visions will return.
	As they pull into the driveway, Naomi can see Fred’s’ truck down by the barn.  The horse trailer is already hooked to the back.  For some reason, she has a feeling of dread come over her, but dismisses it as an overactive imagination.
	Jason transfers the supplies to the truck, gives Naomi a hug and kiss, reassuring her that everything is going to be fine.  Naomi waves to Jason and Fred as they drove away, while she fights back the tears and dread of what being alone can bring. 

	It was around 6:00 p.m. in the evening, when Naomi finished dinner.  She sat at the kitchen table looking out the window daydreaming, when she got the inspiration to paint a picture of the O’Neal Ranch.  
	She placed her easel in the kitchen and used the table to set up her supplies. She begins to paint, and the colors and images begin to flow from her brushes. During these times she feels more at ease, with freedom from her thoughts of her past demons and the present hauntings.  
	The painting is coming along nicely.  She has captured the country charm and beauty of the place from the airy blue sky to the beautiful greens of the pasture land.  
	After a couple of hours of painting, she needs a break. She walks over to the sink, fills the tea kettle, and lights the burner under it.  Within minutes, the kettle whistles signaling it is ready. 
	She pours a cup and returns back to her painting.  She turns on some music, and in a few minutes she is doing what she loves most. Hours later, pleased with her results, she decides to gather up her supplies and put them away. She sets up the easel in a corner of her room and places the painting on it to dry.   
	Naomi walked over to her dresser and pulled out a nightgown and heads for the bathroom to draw a nice warm bath.  She removes her clothes, and they fall into a heap in the corner of the floor.  She slowly lowers herself into the water. She closes her eyes, and the warmth of the water makes her drowsy. She dries herself off, slips on a nightgown, and enters the bedroom.   She takes her medication, hoping that she will be able to sleep.
	The emptiness on Jason’s side of the bed reminds her that he is gone.  She snuggles up on his side of the bed; letting thoughts of him lull her into a peaceful sleep.  The light on her bedside table sends out a soft glow, just enough to remove the utter darkness from the room.   Would she be able to sleep the entire night or be plagued with more visions? 
                                                       Chapter 11

	It was morning and Naomi sat at the kitchen table enjoying her morning coffee. She reached over and picked up one of the books from the library and began reading.  It is fascinating. There are old photos of the town in the 1800’s, and she realizes that the buildings in the town hadn’t really changed that much. 
	The statue in the town square is of Jonathan Lee Haven, a soldier assigned to the area during the Native American conflict. He had saved the town by upholding a peace agreement between the government and the Native Americans. They were moved later on due to a ruling requiring them to be taken to a reservation in another part of the region. 
	Trapping had been dominant.  The martens, fishers, otters, minks, and raccoons were hunted for their skins.  Then the tan oak industry took over and the building of the mill started.  Pacific Cove became the main shipping port for the area, but over the years it died out and ranching took over.   
	Naomi put the book down and checked the clock.  It was 7:00 a.m. and the horses needed to be fed.  She put on her jacket and walked down the porch steps. The air is crisp, not uncomfortable, but cool.  There is heavy surf, and the breakers roll in on the beach in gigantic waves, splashing back on the surrounding rocks.  The sun isn’t out yet and the sky is clouded over with a slight fog bank.  She feels the cold fog driven mist hit her face as she walks along the trail.
	As she enters the barn, the horses all give her a whinny, knowing their food is on the way. 
	“Hungry, are we?” she asks, as she scoops grain into the bucket.
	She puts their grain and part of a bale of hay into each stall, and they all calm down except for Broomstick, who always seems to be irritated. 
	When she reached Kanilo’s stall, he snorts a greeting to her and then a whinny.”
	“Would you like to be brushed? It’s about time we get better acquainted, don’t you think?”
	Naomi leaves for the tack room and returns with a curry comb.  Kanilo watches nervously as she approaches the stall, and she can see the distrust in his eyes.
	She carefully opens the gate entering the stall. She stands quietly and begins rubbing the comb slowly down the sides of his neck.  He watches her every move.  Everything seems to be going well, but then he throws his head around and nudges her.  She falls into the gate and the curry comb flies into the air. Feeling she has pressed her luck far enough she leaves the stall, closing it securely behind her.  
	“Well, Kanilo, I guess I will try this another time.”  
	Naomi walked along the trail towards the house. She was just putting up her easel on the porch when she saw the truck pull up.  Jason and Fred have returned from their hunting trip. 
	Jason walked up to meet Naomi, giving her a big hug. 
	“How was your trip?” asked Naomi.
	“Good.  Fred bagged the mountain lion,” said Jason.
	“I’m so glad your back,” said Naomi, “Will you be home for a while now?”
	“I should be,” Jason said, “It sounds like you missed me.”
	“I did.  It gets lonely and a little unnerving out here alone,” Naomi said, “Too many strange noises.”
	
	Jason spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of his normal ranch duties. He was just finishing up when Naomi walked into the barn. “Jason, I need to talk to you.” 
	“Sure, hon. Come sit down over here.”
	Naomi walked over and took a seat on a bale of hay next to Jason.  She could tell by the look on his face that he is very concerned with what she is about to say.
	 “Jason, remember the day you found me lying on the ground, when I said I blacked out.  I wasn’t completely truthful with you.”
	“What do you mean?  Is there something else going on?”
	“I’ve been seeing people. Not flesh and blood live people, but spirits. I don’t know who they are, or what they want from me.  I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Naomi said, “That’s why I’m so worried when you have to leave overnight.”
	“Honey, I’m so sorry I haven’t been here for you.  What can I do to help?” 
	“I don’t know.  Some days I feel normal and then I see the visions and it starts all over again.” 
	Naomi starts to sob and Jason reaches over and cradles her in his arms.  He holds her until she stops.   “We will figure this out,” Jason says, “Maybe the loss of your sister is affecting you more than you realize. You had quite a shock.”
	“It’s not that.  I have learned to accept what happened to Marie and move on. It’s been hard, but I’m coping,” Naomi said, “Please, believe me, there is someone haunting me, and it’s not Marie.”
	“Maybe you need to talk to someone who deals with this sort of thing.  A psychiatrist might be able to help you or maybe even Pastor Brown.”
	“I don’t know if that’s the answer.  Do you think I’m seeing things that aren’t there?” 
	“I’m not suggesting that you are imagining things, just that the isolation of the ranch and being alone has your mind playing tricks on you,” said Jason,   “Maybe you just need something to help you sleep or your medicine changed.”
	Naomi turns away from Jason and when he turns her back around to face him, he can see the hurt look in her eyes. 
	“The last thing I want to do is hurt you,” said Jason, “You know I love you more than anything.  Maybe we need to call your doctor and make an appointment.”
	“Ok. I guess its best. I want to go back to the house. Maybe I’ll feel better when Uncle Paul gets here at the end of the week. It will help take my mind off of things.”
	Jason and Naomi got up off the hay bale and headed towards the house. Naomi decides to take a warm bath to relax her muscles that seemed tied up in knots and feels much better afterwards.  She thinks back to her conversation with Jason earlier about seeing her doctor.  What will he think of my visions? Will he think I’m crazy?
		
	It was early evening and Jason is bringing in firewood when the Ford pickup pulls into the driveway.  A blonde haired man in his late forties, with a stocky build, steps down from the truck.  He is good looking for his age and is smiling as he approached.
	“How’s ranching life treating you?,”  Paul said, walking over to shake Jason’s hand.  “You’re pretty secluded out here, aren’t you?”
	“We are quite a way from town, but I really enjoy the beauty and quiet of the place,” Jason said, “Did you have a good trip?”
	“I had to stop and change a flat tire right after West Haven, but other than that, not too bad,” Paul said, “I saw some deer before I came down the hill.  It made me realize how I missed hunting.  Where is that niece of mine?”
	“She’s inside.  She has been talking about your visit for the past week. She can’t wait to see you.”  
	Paul follows Jason up the porch steps and then tiptoed into the house.  He walks up behind Naomi, who is busy washing dishes at the sink, and quietly covers her eyes with his hands.  Naomi quickly spins around yelling, “Jason.”  Her eyes widen with surprise as she discovers it is her Uncle Paul.
	“I wasn’t expecting you until the end of the week.  I’m so happy to see you. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” Naomi couldn’t believe he was really here.  She hadn’t seen him since her wedding.
	“I stopped at the West Haven post office, and Bill gave me directions,” Paul said, “He seems like a really nice guy.”  
	Jason leaves the living room and heads for Paul’s truck to retrieve his luggage while Naomi shows Paul to the guest room. “I hope the room is okay.”
	“It will be fine.  I’m just glad to be able to visit,” said Paul, “How are you adjusting to this new life of yours?”
	“It has been quite a challenge.  I’ve made new friends, and the place has been a wonderful inspiration for my art,” said Naomi, “I’ll have to show you what I’ve been working on.” 
	“I’d like that.” said Paul. 
	Paul walks up to Naomi and gives her a big hug.  Hugging him, brought back childhood memories, and it warmed her heart. 

	Later that night, they were relaxing around the fireplace, enjoying catching up.  Paul had relocated to Roseburg and worked at the local lumber mill.  It was vacation time, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend it. 
	“Well, if you don’t mind, I think I will call it a night.  It’s been a long day.” 	
	Paul got up and headed towards the guest room.  He entered and flipped on the light and couldn’t help but stare at the painting resting on the easel in the corner of the room.  Paul walked over to the doorway. “Naomi, what a beautiful painting you have on the easel.”
	“Thanks. It’s a painting of Bill and Joan’s house,” Naomi said, “It’s a birthday present for Joan.  I guess we will call it a night, too. Jason has to be up early.”
	Jason stoked the fire for the night while Naomi went to get ready for bed.  She was tucked in with the covers pulled tight around her shoulders when he slipped into bed beside her. 
	 “Jason, I can’t wait to show Paul the ranch.”	
	“It was wonderful to see you smiling again.”
	  Jason gave her a long, soft kiss and then held her in his arms while they both drifted off to sleep.   Naomi felt safe in his arms and confident that she wouldn’t be afflicted with ghostly visitors that night.  But then did she really know for sure?                             

                                                                          

                                                    Chapter 12

	Jason left early for the O’Neal Ranch for an important errand or so the note said. It wasn’t like him to be so mysterious.
	Naomi made her morning coffee and sat at the kitchen table enjoying the view. Every sunrise and sunset was different, and she never grew tired of looking at them.
	“Is there enough for two?”  
	She turned around in the chair to face Paul. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”  She poured his coffee and handed him a cup.
	“Best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time,” Paul said, “I’m all rested and ready to see this ranch of yours.”
	“Jason is still at the O’Neal ranch, but should be back in an hour or so,” Naomi said, “Do you feel up to a walk after breakfast?”   
	“That sounds great.” Paul walked up to the kitchen table and took a seat. “It looks like it’s going to be nice day.”
	Naomi removed the bacon and eggs from the refrigerator and started preparing their breakfast.  
	“Uncle Paul, how do you like your eggs?”
	“Scrambled would be fine. Can I do anything to help?” 
	“I’ve got it. Thanks for the offer though,” she replied.
	 After they finished eating, she collected the plates putting them in the sink to wash.  With the cleanup done, Naomi was ready for their walk.
	 “Are you ready to go?”  
	“Lead the way,” said Paul following her outside.
	They are walking along the bluffs of the headlands. The summer sun is shining brightly hitting the water giving it a glorious golden glow.  It is so nice to be able to spend time with her uncle. She missed him terribly.
	Naomi and Paul walk down the steep trail leading to the beach. Further out towards the horizon, she can see the water spouts from the whales. 
	Naomi and Paul climb to the top of the rock at the overlook, and sit enjoying the peacefulness and beauty of the view.  
	“Naomi, this is a beautiful place,” Paul said, “The beach is so different from what I’m used to seeing in Oregon. We have a lot more beach area there.”
	“I would like to see it sometime. I’ve never been to Oregon.” 
	“You would like it,” Paul said, “You will have to come for a visit sometime soon.”
	“That sounds wonderful, but I’m not sure when that will be.” said Naomi. “It’s hard to get away with all the work Jason does at the ranch, but who knows maybe Joan and Bill can fill in for us.” 
	“Do you ever get lonely way out here?  I know you are used to living in the city.” asked Paul.
	“I miss Mom and Dad a lot.  I especially worry about my Dad,” Naomi said, “I keep telling him he works way too hard and should slow down. What about you? Is there anyone special in your life?”
	“No.  I don’t seem to have time. There was someone once, but it didn’t work out,” Paul said, “We seemed to want two different things, so she ended it. I’m just not in any hurry to go down that road again.”   
	“I don’t know what I would do without Jason. He always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better.” replied Naomi.
	“I’m glad you have Jason. He’s a good man and I can see that he loves you.”
	“Are you ready to head back? Jason should be back anytime.” asked Naomi.
	Paul got up and helped Naomi to her feet, as she dusted off the grassy residue that clung to her blue jeans.
	As they climb down from the overlook, Naomi glances towards the beach as they descend and sees a vision of a young woman’s body.  Her white gown is torn and covered in blood.  Her body lay twisted in a grotesque position, with broken bones in her legs pushing outward poking through her young, pale skin.  Naomi blinked a couple of times before the vision disappears.  Every hair on her body stands on end, her heart beats heavy in her chest, and she draws several deep breaths trying to remain calm.   I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Was it really there?
	“Are you okay? You look kind of pale,” Paul leaned over and placed his arm around her.  
	“I guess I should pay more attention to where I’m walking.”  Naomi tried to cover up the effects of what she saw and how it made her feel, which was terrified. 
	They walked along, and when they were almost to the house, they saw Jason at the back of the truck unloading something, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was. As they got closer, she could see that it was a blonde colored dog.
	“Jason, where did you get her?” asked Naomi.
	“Bill O’Neal,” Jason said, “I had him order her from the local breeder as a surprise for you.  Your birthday is next week.”
	“Well, I guess it is,” replied Naomi. “What’s her name?”
	“Since she is yours, I thought I would leave that up to you.” replied Jason.
	“Come here, girl,” she said as she knelt down.  The collie came to her with her tail wagging and licked Naomi’s face. “I think I’ll call you, Brandy.  Would you like that, girl?”  Brandy replied with a loud bark. “Brandy, it is then.”
	Paul reached over to pat Brandy on the head. “She sure is pretty. How old is she?”
	“She’s about eight months old. I didn’t want Naomi to have to deal with housebreaking a puppy,”   Jason said,  “Paul, I have to go check on the sheep in the far pasture. Would you like to ride along with me?” 
	“Sure, why not?” replied Paul.
	“Come on, Brandy. Let’s see how you do with the sheep,” said Jason as he loaded her into the truck. “We’ll be back in about an hour.” 
	She watches them drive off and then goes into the house to straighten up the guest room.  She was surprised when she walked in and saw that it was already done.  I guess Paul isn’t used to being waited on.
	She learned so much about ranch life in a short time and loved the ranch, but wished her tormenting demons would vanish for good. This place was changing her life.  Little did she know how much?

	It was early afternoon when Jason and Paul returned.  The minute they got out of the truck, Brandy bolted for the front door.  When Jason opened it, Brandy ran over to greet Naomi.  Naomi gave her a hug, and Brandy responded with a bark.
	“Well girl, did you have a good time?” asked Naomi.
	“She sure did. She’s a natural with the sheep. I did a practice run, and she got the hang of it right away,” said Jason, quite pleased with her herding ability.
	“Paul, I thought maybe after dinner we could sit outside and watch the fireworks,” said Naomi, “They shoot them off the boats over by the cove.”
	“That sounds fine to me. I’m just enjoying the slow pace, peace and quiet. I see now why you like it here so well.” replied Paul.
	That night, they dined on pot roast and homemade apple cakes, the recipe from Joan, which turned out almost as good as hers. After dinner, they sat on the porch in folding chairs and watched as each set of fireworks was set off exploding into a starburst spectrum of colors and shapes.  Of course, there was intermittent howling from Brandy as each one was released. 
	When the fireworks were over, Jason went inside to check the fire, and they all retired for the night. Brandy, of course, had to take her rightful place at the side of their bed on the floor.
	In the middle of the night, Naomi woke to Brandy whimpering.  She reached over giving her a pat on the head, speaking softly to her.  When she turned back, a floating form stopped just above the foot of the bed.  
	A young woman, dressed in a white flowing gown, pointed to the closet. Not knowing if the ghost wanted to harm her or not, terrified her.  How do I fight against something that isn’t flesh and blood?
	Naomi snuggled closer to Jason, and he made a moaning sound. She shook Jason to wake him.  He stirred and rolled over facing her.
 	“Jason, I’m frightened.”
	Jason wrapped his arms around her holding her close. 
	“What’s wrong?  You’re trembling.” asked Jason.
	“There was a ghost.  I’m scared.”
	“You’re safe now. I won’t let anything hurt you,” said Jason, “It was probably just a bad dream.”
  	She lay in his arms feeling better, but was still unnerved by what she had seen.  Could the ghost be Jacqueline Grayson? If so, why is she haunting me?  What does she want me to do?

											                                             

                                                
                                                     Chapter 13 

	The next morning came sooner than she would have liked. She was unable to sleep without waking up several times during the night.  She couldn’t help thinking about the apparition of the woman.  I feel like I’m supposed to do something.  But,what? 
	Naomi entered the bathroom and took her morning shower, hoping it would revive some of the energy she needed.  The shower seemed to ease some of the stiffness from her muscles, and when she was done, she definitely felt better. She dressed in a blue flowered top and blue jeans.  She needed some coffee, lots of it, black and strong.
	Paul stood at the counter as she entered the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, but I already made coffee.”
	“I could really use some.”  Naomi removed a cup from the rack and filled it with hot coffee, slowly drinking in its robust flavor.” I didn’t sleep very well last night.  Too much on my mind, I guess.”  
	“Sorry to hear that,” said Paul.
	Jason enters the room, gives Naomi a kiss, fills his coffee cup, and heads towards the door. “Hate to run, but I have to check on the horses.”  In a matter of minutes, he was out the door and halfway to the barn.
	“He sure doesn’t waste any time getting the day started does he?” 
	“No. He definitely doesn’t. If anything, he doesn’t know when to quit.”
	“Naomi, I have to leave today,” said Paul, “There are a few things I need to take care of before I go back to work.”   
	“You will come back again?  I’m sure going to hate to say goodbye.”
	“I know, but I’ll be back.  You can count on it.”  Paul reached over and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll go to the barn and say goodbye to Jason before I pack my things.  I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 
	Naomi watches out the window as he walks towards the barn. She thought about telling him about the visions, but she didn’t want to worry him.  She didn’t know how much longer she could go on like this. She decides that she really needs to go see the doctor.  What if he tells me I’m seeing things? Then what will Jason do?
	Jason and Paul return shortly. Paul walked to the guest room to pack his things.  
	Naomi put her arms around Jason and held him tight.  There were tears building in her eyes, and she kept her head buried in his chest. He pulls her away from him and looks into her eyes, which by now are filled with tears. “What’s the matter?” he asks.
	“I’m just sad because he is leaving. I get too emotional, I guess.  A tear rolls down her cheek, and she quickly wipes it away. “I’ll be all right.”
	Paul enters the room suitcases in hand.  When he reaches where Naomi is standing, he puts them down and gives her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “No tears now. There is no reason to have such a sad face.” Paul said, “I had a wonderful visit, and I’ll be back soon.  Who knows, maybe Jason will bring you to visit me.”
	“Thanks. We will sure try,” replied Jason. 
	Jason helps Paul carry his suitcases to the truck.   Naomi follows close behind with Brandy on her heels. Jason and Naomi stand with their arms wrapped around each other and watch as his truck pulls away.  
	“Naomi, are you okay. Are you sure the tears earlier aren’t more than just your uncle leaving?  Do the visions have anything to do with it?”
	“Jason, I feel like I’m losing control. Please, take me to the doctor. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
	“We can go over to Joan’s tomorrow and call him.  Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see. We can work this out.” Jason said, giving her a hug.
	“I guess I better get the horses fed for the evening,” said Jason, “They get cranky if I’m late. Do you want to come with me?”
	“Yes. I really don’t want to be alone right now.”  
	Naomi follows him to the barn with Brandy close behind.  She picks up a stick and throws it for her while Jason feeds the horses.  Jason lets Red Lady out into the corral so she can exercise a little.
	Out of nowhere, a large raven flew overhead. Brandy starts barking wildly, as the raven swoops down over Red Lady’s head spooking her. She runs straight into a piece of barbed wire that somehow wrapped into the inside of the fence post. Blood is pouring down her head, streaming down the sides of her neck.  She goes wild and runs from side to side inside the corral.
	Hearing the commotion, Jason comes running out from the barn.  “Naomi, get the lead rope.  I’m going to try to get a halter on her long enough to get her loaded into the trailer.  I need to get her to the vet.”
	Naomi doesn’t waste any time retrieving the rope from the barn and makes her way over to Jason who is standing inside the corral.   She hands him the lead rope and he clips it onto the halter.
	“I’m going to get the truck and trailer so I can get her loaded up. I’ll be right back. Keep an eye on her.”  
	Jason returned a few minutes later, and opened the gate to the corral slowly, while talking to Red Lady in a soothing voice.  She is still really jumpy.
	“I can’t do this alone. I’m going to run the lead rope through the side of the rails of the trailer.  Grab the rope from the outside, and when I give the signal, pull tight and steady.”  
	Naomi takes ahold of the rope and at his signal, begins to pull at a steady pace. Red Lady pulls back even harder. Jason tries talking to her and rubs the side of her neck to help calm her down. 
	Naomi thought if she could just get a better grip on the rope she will have a better chance of getting Red Lady in the trailer.  She wraps the rope around her wrist and then through the palm of her hand.  
	As she begins pulling, Red Lady backs up again suddenly. The rope slips from her hand and pulls straight off over the top of her fingers.  The pain is immense, and she lets out a cry.  Blood begins to run down her arm.  She is in shock and just stands there staring at her hand.
	Jason rushes to her side. He looks at her wrist.  It is red from blood and rope burns.  The skin is rubbed raw, and he can see what looks like tendons and exposed part of bone.  He feels a wave of nausea come over him. He has to push past it. He has to take care of her.
	 “This is bad.  I’ll get the first aid kit from the barn, clean it, and wrap it to stop the bleeding.”
	He tends to Naomi and gets her settled in the truck.  He is finally able to load Red Lady and they take off for West Haven.  When they arrive in town, he accompanies Naomi to the emergency room.  They get checked in and wait in the reception area for the doctor. 
	A distinguished looking man in his late fifties, who was rather tall, approaches them from the hallway. “Come into the examining room, and I’ll see what I can do for you. I’m Dr. Frederick.”
	Naomi explains about the incident loading the horse, while he examines her. He numbs the area so he can do some stitching.  He also writes her a prescription for antibiotics and one for pain. Naomi is to return in two weeks to have it checked or sooner if it isn’t better. She is told to keep it covered when she sleeps or showers.
	Jason helps her into the truck and they drive over to the vet’s. Dr. Morrison checks Red Lady.  She has a small gash on her head, but will be fine in a day or so. The vet gives her a shot to relax her and sews up the wound.
	
	It is late afternoon when they stop at the post office to check their mail.  Bill waves as they enter.  “What brings you into town this time of day?”
	Jason fills Bill in on what had happened, and he stands there in disbelief. “I’ll have Joan stop by tomorrow.” 
	“That’s sweet of you, but I think Jason can take care of  me.” replied Naomi.
	“I’ll have her stop and check on you anyway.” said Bill. 
	Jason and Naomi climb back into the truck and leave for the ranch. Jason glances over to see how Naomi is doing and discovers she is fast asleep. 
	That night, Jason makes her comfortable on the couch beside a crackling fire.  He had cooked dinner, but she didn’t feel like eating much.  Her hand was throbbing a lot, and he had to give her one of the pain pills. A few minutes later, she fell asleep, and Brandy is curled up next to her on the floor.  
	He quietly leaves the room, puts the leftover food away, and does up the dishes.  When he returns to the living room, Naomi is still asleep.  He calls Brandy onto the back porch to feed her and then returns to the living room, picking Naomi up, and carrying her to the bedroom.  She moans a little, but continues sleeping.  She didn’t wake up until he laid her down on the bed.
	“I’ll help you undress,” said Jason,” It will be awkward with only the use of one hand.”
	 Jason pulls the sweater over her head and helps her off with her jeans.  He walks over to the dresser and picks out a nightgown and helps pull it over her head.  He pulls back the covers so she can get in and then covers her up. 
	“I’m going to do one last check on Red Lady, and then I’ll come to bed,” said Jason, “You just rest.  Brandy will be here to keep you company.”
	Naomi barely heard the door close, before dropping off to sleep again. The ghostly visions would not trouble her tonight.

	

                                                   

                                                     Chapter 14                                                                                                                                                                      

	 Naomi lay sleeping. When she opens her eyes, Jason is sitting on the side of the bed watching her. 
	“Happy birthday, darling,” said Jason, giving her a kiss.
	She sits up, and gives him a hug, “I guess it is.  How long have you been sitting there?”
	“Not too long.  Just long enough to hear you snore.”  
	“I don’t snore. You’re making that up.”
	“Maybe it’s the medication.  Anyway, you got a good night’s rest.”
	“I don’t even remember going to sleep, so I guess so.” 
	Jason left the room, returning with two cups of hot coffee.  He offered one to Naomi, after propping her up with the bed pillows. 
	“Do you think you can manage your bath alone?  I can run the water for you.”  
	“That would be great.  I’m not too hungry, so I’ll wait awhile to eat.”
	“Don’t forget, Joan will be coming over to visit you later.  I have to go check on the livestock, so I’ll take Brandy with me,” said Jason as he walked toward the bathroom.
	As she sips her coffee, she can hear water running.  In a couple of minutes, the water stops, and Jason walks over to kiss her goodbye.
	Naomi pulled back the covers and walked into the bathroom to take her bath.  She is in the tub for maybe five minutes when she decides she should get out before she falls asleep.  She dresses slowly due to her injury.  She walks out into the living room taking a seat on the sofa, thinking she should take it easy.  Yesterday had been quite an ordeal, and it had left her a little shaky.  She grabs a book off the end table and starts to read. 
	She had been reading for about an hour, when there is a knock at the door.  Naomi said, “Come in.”
	The door opens, and Joan enters carrying a birthday cake and a package. “Happy Birthday,” she said as she walks over and sets the birthday cake and package down on the dining room table. “How are you feeling?”
	“I got a good night’s sleep, but I don’t seem to have much of an appetite. My wrist is hurting quite a bit.” 
	Joan walks over to where Naomi is sitting and hands her a large package wrapped in embossed foil with a large pink ribbon. “I didn’t know what to get you and thought this might come in handy.”
	Naomi slips the ribbon from the package with her good hand.  She takes off the wrapping paper and there is an assortment of brushes and tubes of oil paint inside of a wooden box. “It’s wonderful. Thank you so much. I have a surprise for you, too. Wait here while I go get it.”  
	Naomi left for the bedroom and carefully removed the painting from the easel, placing the image side towards her.  Joan gave her a puzzled look as she entered the living room.
	“You have been such good friends to us, so I would like you to have this in appreciation,” said Naomi handing her the large canvas.
	When Joan turned it around, she gasped.  There were tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she spoke, “Naomi, this is absolutely gorgeous. Never have I received anything that has touched my heart so much.  I will treasure it always.”
	“Thank you. I hoped you would like it.”  Naomi turned giving Joan a hug.
	“You really should have your work in a gallery somewhere. You are amazing,” Joan said, “Other people should be able to enjoy your gift the way I will.”  
	“Everyone seems to feel that way. I think it’s a gift from God and he will let me know when the time is right.”
	“He does know best. He sure has blessed you.” 
	Joan walked over to the door. “I have some fresh vegetables and apples in the truck for you.  Also, Bill sent you some abalone that he got rock picking. I’ll go get them.”
	Naomi leaned back on the sofa, thinking how nice it is to have friends that she was close to.  She never thought she would ever have that kind of a relationship again after leaving Bayberry.
	Joan came back in a few minutes with full baskets and a large freezer bag full of abalone. “Do you have a deep fryer?”
	“I do. I’ve never had abalone before. How do I fix it?”
	“I bread it with bread crumbs, Joan replied, “I brought some over in case you didn’t have any. When will Jason be back?”
	“He should be back anytime. He just went to check on the sheep and also on Red Lady. She is doing better.  He took Brandy with him.”
	“How is Brandy working out? Were you surprised when Jason brought her home?”
	“I wasn’t expecting it. I just love her,” Naomi said, “She follows us everywhere we go.”
	The front door opens, and Jason walks in followed by Brandy.  The first place she went was over to Naomi. 
	“Nice to see you again, Joan.  What do we have here?” asked Jason as he eyes the cake and the wooden box lying on the table.
	“Joan baked me a birthday cake and brought me a present. There are oil paints and brushes in the box.”
	“Your wife has painted me the most beautiful picture,” Joan said, “I told her she should really display her work somewhere. She’s a natural.”
	“I’ve been telling her the same thing.  How about we cut into that cake and I’ll make us some coffee?” said Jason as he leaves the room to put the coffee on and get plates and silverware for the cake.
	They were just about to sit down at the table when they heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway.

                                           
                                                Chapter 15
		
	Miriam Strong, a petite woman in her fifties, is getting out of her white BMW sedan.  The years have been good to her.  Her skin is free from the tell-tale age lines of most women her age and she wears her hair in the most up-to-date style. 
	She walks up to the front porch with an air of grace and knocks on the door, anxiously awaiting a response.
	Jason heard the knock and excused himself to answer it.  He was shocked to see Miriam. Brandy is jumping up and down trying to see who is there.  Jason quickly grabs her collar to hold her in place.  
	“Well, are you going to invite me in?” she asks.
	“I’m sorry, of course.”  Jason holds open the door as Miriam enters the living room.  Jason leaves to put Brandy in the laundry room so doesn’t jump on her. 
	“Mother, whatever are you doing here?”
	“Your father is away at a convention in Las Vegas, so I just decided to come see my daughter. After all, it is your birthday,” Miriam said, “I would think you would be glad to see me.”
	“Don’t be silly, of course I am.  It’s just that I would never have guessed that you would drive way out here alone.” 
	“Why are you still in your robe, dear? Aren’t you feeling well?”
	“Naomi had a little accident the other day while we were loading horses, but she will be fine in a few days,” said Jason putting his arm around Naomi.
	“I just hurt my wrist, Mother. It’s nothing to be concerned about. It’s almost healed already.”
	“You should leave the livestock to the men. I can’t understand why you feel it’s necessary to get involved with running the ranch.  That’s Jason’s job.” 
	“Mother, please. Just drop it. You’re here for my birthday.” 
	Jason takes this as a queue for him to light the candles on the cake. Everyone gathers around the table and she blew out the candles while they sang “Happy Birthday.”
	Naomi sat down on the sofa and finished up her cake.  Her mother was getting acquainted with Joan, and they seemed to be hitting it off. 
	“Jason, would you be a dear and bring in the packages in the back seat of the car?  I also have some luggage that needs to be brought in, too. I’m afraid you will have to make two trips,” said Miriam.
	“Sure, I’ll be right back,” he replied. 
	In a few minutes, Jason returns with packages stacked so high he could barely see over them. He carefully let Miriam unload them, placing them on the floor next to the sofa, while he made his way back to the car for her luggage. 
	Naomi starts opening the presents. They are all wrapped in expensive wrapping paper and bright ribbons.  The first one contains a beautiful blue sweater.  In the next one, she finds a gold locket and matching bracelet, followed by perfume and matching bath powder.  The last package contains two beautiful silver photo frames.   
	“Mother, they are all so beautiful.  Thank you so much. I love them.”
	“I’m glad you like them,” said Miriam, smiling at Naomi.
	“What do you do in Bayberry?” asked Joan. 
	“I’m a coordinator at the Bayberry Art Gallery in charge of arranging the shows of upcoming artists,” Miriam said, “ I’ve been trying to get Naomi to show her work there.” 
	“Take a look at the painting of our ranch she did for me.”  Joan picked up the painting, showing it to her.
	“Darling, I never knew you had progressed so far. This is even better than the last ones I saw, and they were exquisite,” Miriam said staring at the painting, “You really must consider sending me some for a showing.  Promise me you will think about it?” asked Miriam sitting back down on the sofa.
	“I will, mom. I promise.” 
	“Jason, I really must be going.  I went ahead and got the abalone ready to fry and made up a green salad.  I think you should be able to take over from here,” said Joan as she picked up her painting and walked to the door.  “It was nice to meet you, Miriam. Would you like to come over with Naomi for lunch tomorrow at our ranch?” 
	“That would be lovely,” Miriam said, “I’m glad Naomi has made some friends here.”
	“See you tomorrow, Naomi.  Get some rest,” said Joan.
	“Thanks so much. See you then,” replied Naomi.
	Naomi heard Joan’s truck start up and pull away.  She showed her mother to the spare room while Jason started frying the abalone.  Miriam, of course, complained due to the fact that the spare room didn’t have its own bathroom. 
	About a half hour later, the three of them were seated at the dining room table enjoying a quiet meal together. Miriam told them all about the shopping center that Naomi’s father had designed. It was due to be finished soon, and the gallery had leased space there.  It would be a perfect place for Naomi to display her work.  Naomi wondered if her mother would ever give up on the subject.
	Later that night after they had all gone to bed, Naomi lay awake unable to sleep.  She couldn’t stop thinking about her mother. Why does she have to continually try to control my life? I can make my own decisions.
	Jason reaches over in his sleep and pulls Naomi close to him. She can hear his soft breathing as he sleeps. She tilts her head so that she can place a soft kiss on his cheek and then closes her eyes.
	She still is unable to relax.  She feels as though someone is watching her. She opens her eyes to see a form floating at the foot of the bed.  It is a man in his late fifties with dark hair and eyes. He is dressed in a green plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans, and is motioning to her. There is a sense of urgency in his eyes. 
	As she watches, the form floats towards the closet, and he points at something. Then as mysteriously as he appeared, the form vanishes. 
	Naomi sits up in bed shaking.  She is frightened and wonders what the vision means?   What is he trying to tell me?  Why are spirits in this house haunting me?  First, it was the ghost of the young woman and now this man. They both point to the closet.
	Naomi begins to cry, and her sobs wake Jason.
	“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asks.
	“Why won’t they stop? I can’t sleep,” said Naomi putting her arms around Jason tightly while she weeps.
	“What are you talking about? You must have had a nightmare. I’ll get you one of your pills.”
	  He walks to the bathroom for a glass of water and her medication.  He returns, hands her the pill and water.  She takes it and lies back down on the bed.
	“It’s not a nightmare, Jason.  I keep seeing ghosts in the room.  People are waving for me to come and pointing. What is happening to me?”
	“I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense to me. I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. I made your appointment with Dr. Miller. It’s in two days.”
	“He can’t do anything about the ghosts. Just hold me.”
	“Please, Naomi, just humor me.  I’m worried about you and Dr. Miller won’t give you anything you don’t want to take.  At least see him.”
	“Ok, but I’m not convinced he can do anything to help.”
	 Jason got back into bed and took Naomi in his arms and held her.  Naomi finally begins to calm down and drifts off to sleep.  The last thing she remembers is sensing that there is something important for her to discover.  For some reason, the ghosts had chosen to communicate with her. Why can’t they just leave me alone? I don’t know how much more I can take. 

                                                       

                             
                                                      Chapter 16

	It was around 7:00 a.m. the next morning when Miriam awoke.  How could anyone get a good night’s sleep here? 
	Miriam felt Naomi should be back in Bayberry at concerts, art shows, and the life she was accustomed to leading. Why would she give it all up? She couldn’t believe that Naomi was happy here.  She had to try to get her to come home for a few days.  
	Miriam walked into the kitchen.  Jason was looking out the window towards the barn, coffee cup in hand.
	“Good morning, Jason.” 
	“Good morning.  Did you sleep well?”
	“Not really. I just seemed to toss and turn.  There were too many noises that I’m not used to,” said Miriam, “Were you walking in the hallway early this morning? I heard someone turn my doorknob and then walk away.”
	“I only got up once to get Naomi a pain pill.” 
	“Is she okay?  Maybe our doctor in Bayberry should have a look at her.” 
	“She just had a bad dream. I don’t think it’s necessary to take her to Bayberry,” said Jason, “Our doctor here is quite capable of caring for her and I made an appointment already.”
	“Okay, but if you change your mind, let me know.” 
	Naomi hears Jason and her mother talking in the living room.  She got up to take her shower, got dressed, and then went to join them.  She made breakfast with her mother’s assistance, even though she insisted several times, that she really didn’t need any. Naomi finally gave in, since she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.
	Jason left to check the livestock to give Naomi and her mother a chance to be alone.
	
	“Naomi, I think we should go for a walk,” said Miriam, “The fresh air would do you good.” 
	“I’ll get my sweatshirt. We can walk down to the beach. I love it there,” said Naomi as she walked towards the bedroom.  
	 Miriam went to her room and got a sweater out of her suitcase. She had dressed that morning in a pair of slacks in case she could coax Naomi out of the house.
	As they left, Jason was just off the trail, and Naomi waved at him as they pass. 
	Miriam glances out towards the ocean and is taken in by its beauty. She almost understands why her daughter would fall in love with this place. It is beautiful, but only to visit, not a place one would want to live. It is too remote.
	They carefully make their way down to the beach.  Naomi walks over to her favorite rock where she likes to sit and think. Her mother sits down beside her, and puts her arm around her.
	“Naomi, can I ask you something. Do you ever regret leaving Bayberry?”
	“No regrets, mother,” said Naomi, “I just miss my family and friends, of course.”
	“Are you happy here? I know it must have been a hard adjustment to make being way out here alone.” 
	“At first, I wasn’t sure I had done the right thing, but I trust Jason. He would never make a decision that would hurt us. He’s a wonderful husband.”
	“Jason said you weren’t sleeping well. Is there anything else bothering you besides the accident you had?”
	“Mother, I would tell you, but you just wouldn’t understand. I feel there is a specific reason we are here. I feel God led us here. Someday, when the time is right, I will know why.” 
	“Honey, you sound so mysterious. Would you like to come home and spend a couple of days with your father and me?  We would love to have you. I think maybe you need a change of scenery,” said Miriam as they got up and walked along the trail down to the beach.
	“I don’t need a change of scenery. It would be nice to spend some time there, maybe later on.  I’m not ready to leave Jason right now,” said Naomi as they walked along the sand.
	They stop on their way back to the house to pick fresh wildflowers. Her mother can’t believe the abundance and variety of flowers that grow there.  It seems for a short while that Miriam is actually enjoying herself.

	  Later that day, Miriam and Naomi leave for the O’Neal Ranch in her BMW. They ride along in silence, except for the times Miriam complains about the road. 
	As they approach the front gate, they can see Joan out in the front yard picking apples, and she climbs down off the ladder waving to them. 
	“Glad you could make it. I have fresh apple pie baking inside for dessert,” said Joan.
	“That sounds great.  Mother, you are in for a treat. You’ve never had apple pie until you have eaten Joan’s,” said Naomi as she opens the gate and enters the front yard. Her mother follows close behind glancing around at all the flowers.
	“You really have a beautiful yard, Joan,” said Miriam.
	“The flowers just seem to grow without too much effort on my part,” said Joan.
	Their lunch consisted of lamb pot pie and green salad.  It was followed by homemade apple pie and coffee.  They relaxed on the front porch after lunch and were cooled by the afternoon breeze.
	“How long are you staying, Miriam?” asked Joan.
	“I’m going to be leaving this afternoon,” Miriam replied, “My husband is due back from his convention tonight.  I really need to get home.”
	“Leaving so soon, mother? I thought you would stay at least until the weekend.” 
	“I’m sorry, dear, but I really must leave.” 
	Before they left to go back to the ranch, Joan gave Miriam her phone number to use in case of an emergency, and Miriam graciously thanked her for lunch.
	Upon returning, Miriam packed her suitcase, gave Naomi a hug, and promised to keep in touch.  She was gone as quickly as she had appeared. Anyone who knew her well would not have been surprised.  It was her nature.
	
	The next day Jason and Naomi left for the doctor.   Dr. Miller, felt that Naomi needed a change of medication due to the increased frequency of her visions.  Since she agreed to give the new medication a chance, he decided to postpone the appointment with the psychiatrist for now.   
	 Naomi wasn’t convinced that medication would have any effect on her haunting visions.  If I can discover why they are haunting me, maybe then the visions will end.  I have to believe this…

	

                                                        

                                                      

                                                    Chapter 17

	A few weeks had passed, and Naomi had healed up quite nicely.  The medication that Dr. Miller gave her seemed to be working. She began painting again and had completed four large canvasses. Two were of the ocean bluffs out front, one of a sunrise, and the other a sunset.  There was also one of the house and barn, and another of the creek in back of the house.
	Naomi is busy cleaning up in the house when she hears a truck pull up. She glances out the window and saw Joan talking to Jason.  He is just standing there listening, and then puts his head down as if something had saddened him. She has a sense that something is wrong. It is odd for Joan to drop by this time of day, as it is starting to get dark outside.
	The door opens, and Jason and Joan enter the living room.  Jason went over to where Naomi is and insists that she sit down. Joan takes a seat on the other side of her. She has a look on her face that told her it wasn’t good news.
	“Honey, this is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to tell you,” Jason continued to speak, his voice breaking.  
	“What is it? Is something wrong with mother? Please tell me,” asked Naomi.
	“It’s not your mother, it’s your Dad.  He collapsed while he was at the convention in Las Vegas.  They said it was his heart.  There was nothing they could do as it happened too fast. Naomi, he died at the hospital,” said Jason pulling her into his arms.
	Naomi pulls away from him and gets up screaming, “It’s not true.  Why are you saying such a horrible thing to me? There’s nothing wrong with Dad. He’s fine. I know he is.”
	“Naomi, I spoke to your mother myself. Your Uncle Paul was there with her. She was quite distraught and he had to call the doctor to get her something to calm her down.  She wants you to call her when you’re able.  I know this is hard to believe, but it’s true. I’m so sorry,” said Joan as she walked over and put her arms around her.
	Naomi breaks down and cries uncontrollably. For a short time, they stand together until she calms down.  She walks over to Jason saying, “Just hold me.”
	“Joan, could you talk to Bill and see if the two of you could keep an eye on the ranch for a couple of days?  I’ll need you to feed Brandy, too. We will leave her inside the house,” said Jason, “We have to go to Bayberry.”
	“I’ll talk to him tonight and you can let me know when you come over tomorrow to call Miriam. Naomi should try to rest.  She just needs time for all this to sink in.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as she gave Naomi a hug.
	
	The next day came after a very restless night.  Naomi felt like a robot, just existing in a world she didn’t seem to belong in.  She went through the motions of packing and sat unable to speak as they headed towards Bayberry early that morning.
	They were twelve miles from Bayberry, and Naomi made the trip without even remembering any of the scenery along the way. Every once in a while, Jason would ask her if she was okay or if she wanted to stop for anything.  All she could do was acknowledge by shaking her head.
	Naomi kept reliving every precious moment she had spent together with her dad over the years; riding her first bike, playing at the beach, trips to the zoo, birthday parties, Christmas. There would be no more shared holidays. Nothing would ever be the same. Why did he have to die?  She didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. She had missed Father’s Day at the house this year. 
	 Her heart felt as though it would burst out of her chest, and every time she allowed herself to think of him she would only cry uncontrollably.  How will I get through this? I have to be strong for my mother. She prayed to God for strength.
	The next two days in Bayberry are unbearable.  How can I pick out a casket for my father? Naomi tries three times to decide and ends up breaking down and leaves the room before it is done.  Uncle Paul finally has to help. Then there are the endless decisions for the funeral preparations; flowers, music, how many people in the family room.
	Miriam’s mother and father managed to make it from Savannah. They really helped out. Naomi didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together. Jason, of course, was her solid ground.  He was close to her dad and he was hurting too in his own way.
	Everyone had gathered at her parents’ house. There were so many of his friends, and they all expressed their condolences.  Naomi thanked them. There was nothing anyone could say to make the hurt go away. Only time would heal that, but she felt it would be slow in coming. 
	Soon, it was time to return to the ranch, and Naomi took one last look around the house. Everywhere she looked; there was a reminder of her dad. How can my mother go on without him living each day in the shadow of his presence?  Naomi tried to talk her into coming back to the ranch for a while, but she declined, of course. She said she needed time to adjust in her own way and promised to call when she was feeling up to it.  
	The next few weeks came and went in a blur.  Naomi lives in a world of heartache and pain. Nothing seems to help. Jason does his best to cheer her up, but to no avail. He is at the end of his rope and has to do something. That’s when he took her to see Dr. Miller.
	“Naomi, I realize you have been through a rough time. Believe me, it will get easier,” Dr. Miller said, “Until then I think you may need something to help you sleep. Have you had any more issues with the visions you were having?”  
	“Not  for a while now. I guess the medication helped.” 
	“Could you please wait outside while I talk to Jason for a minute?” 
	Naomi leaves the room in a daze and sits down out in the waiting room.
	“Jason, I’m really concerned about Naomi. She has fallen into a deep state of depression due to the death of her father and the visions she has been having,” said Dr. Miller, “You have to make sure she takes her medication on a regular basis. It’s very important.”
	“Dr. Miller, I will do anything to see her get better,” said Jason, “What can I do to help her?”
	“Try not to leave her alone too much.  Have close friends come to see her. Try to get her outside for walks. It will just take time,” Dr. Miller said, “I want to see her back for a follow up in six weeks, unless her condition changes. I feel she needs psychiatric help, but I can’t force her to go and she is in too much of an unstable state to have you talk to her about it right now.”
	“Ok. We’ll be back in six weeks.” 
	Jason left Dr. Morrison’s office and walked out into the waiting room. Naomi was sitting with her head back and her eyes shut. He gently nudged her arm and told her it was time to leave.
	“What did the doctor want to talk to you about?” asked Naomi.
	“He just wanted to make sure I knew how important it is that you take your medicine and that you follow up with him in six weeks. He wants you to get well,” replied Jason.
	Naomi leans against Jason as they walk to the truck. She sits quietly on the ride home.
	Over the next week, the beauty of the ranch she loved didn’t seem to matter to her anymore. She lost interest in painting.  A song on the radio or a particular phrase could bring on endless spells of crying. She lived in a world outside of the real one.  She occupied that inner place, a place we tuck all memories that are too painful to bear.
	Three weeks went by without any change. Jason tries to get Naomi to ride horses with him or go for a walk, but she refuses.  She spends most of her days in bed and is eating very little. She cries in-between short periods of sleep. At times, she wakes up screaming, and Jason has to comfort her. It is literally tearing him up inside. He can’t bear to see her like this. He decides it is time to give Joan a call. She is Naomi’s best friend now. If anyone can get through to her, it is Joan.  At least he has to have faith that she can.  He is at wits end and it is having a toll on their marriage.

	

                                                       
                                                     
                                                    Chapter 18

	Joan enters the bedroom where Naomi lay sleeping. She quietly whispers her name, and when she doesn’t get a response, she walks over to the side of the bed. “Naomi, I came to see how you are doing.”
	Naomi opens her eyes and it takes a moment for her to focus, “Joan, sit down, please. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
	“We have to talk. I love you like a daughter, you know that,” Joan said, “I realize you are going through a really rough time.”
	“I don’t know how to stop this. It hurts knowing I will never be able to talk to my dad or ever see him again.” said Naomi, tears streaming down her face.
	“Your dad wouldn’t want you to hurt like this? I don’t know why God chose to take him away.  It is not for us to understand. You must go on. That’s what your dad would have wanted. He wanted you to be happy and have a long life with Jason,” said Joan smiling and handing her a tissue.
	“I don’t know what I would do without your friendship. I can talk to you easier than I can my own mother.  What’s going to happen to my mom?”
	“She will hurt, but in time, she will go on with her life.  She called the other day asking about you and told me to give you a message. She loves you, Naomi, and as soon as you feel up to it, she would like you to call her.”  Joan places a hand on Naomi’s shoulder. “You need to set an example for her.  Be strong for Jason and your mom. What do you say you get dressed and go see your husband?  The three of us can go for a walk.”
	Naomi gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”
	“Joan can I be honest with you about something?”
	“Sure, you know you can tell me anything.”
	Naomi pulled herself to a sitting positon with her pillows tucked behind her, “Joan, this isn’t just about losing my dad, although that’s a big part of it. I was put on medication after my sister died and then after we moved to the ranch I began having visions.  They started during the time that Jason was leaving me alone a lot.  The visions kept increasing, and Dr. Miller ended up changing my medication.  I felt like I was losing my mind.  So far, I haven’t had any visions lately, but I’m scared to death they will start up again. Sometimes, I’m afraid to be alone or to go to sleep.”
	“I’m so sorry. You must have been terrified. If there is ever a next time, and I hope there isn’t, please talk to me about it. Sometimes just talking to a friend can do wonders.  Do you have any idea who is tormenting you?”
	“One of the ghosts I believe is Axel. He is the most terrifying. The other one, I think is Jacqueline Grayson. I feel there is something they want me to do. I know it sounds crazy.”
	“No wonder Jason asked me to talk to you.  He is probably as terrified as you are. He loves you and probably didn’t know what else to do?”
	“ I’m so glad you came to see me. I felt bad knowing I should have talked to you, but didn’t trust you enough. Please, forgive me,” said Naomi.
	“There’s nothing to forgive.  I just want you to get well,” said Joan as she reached over giving Naomi a hug.
	Naomi got dressed and they walked out the front door.  
	As they approached the barn, Jason quit working and ran to meet them.  He grabbed Naomi and hugged and kissed her. There were tears running down the side of his face as he gave Joan a nod letting her know he appreciated her help.
	Joan stayed for a while after their walk. Jason saw a spark of inner strength come over Naomi. It would take some time, but she was on her way back. Even Brandy seemed to notice the difference.
	After that, everything seemed to be better. Naomi was getting outside for her walks more.  They even took rides to Indian Creek and over to the O’Neal Ranch. She started painting again. Then the apparitions returned.
	Jason called Dr. Miller and he seemed to think she had a setback. He wanted to increase her dosage of medication again and insisted she see the psychiatrist. Naomi, of course, refused to talk about it.   What good would  talking to a stranger do? It will only make me feel worse by dredging up the things I’m trying to forget.

                                                  Chapter 19

	A few days later, early in the morning before daylight, Jason was awakened with barking.  He reached over for Naomi, but her side of the bed was empty.
	“What’s the matter, girl. Where’s Naomi?”  Brandy immediately went over to the front door and began barking non-stop. Jason put on his robe and followed her to the door.  Once outside, Brandy took off in the direction of the bluffs. Jason immediately followed her.
	When Jason reached the bluffs, he saw Naomi facing the ocean, her nightgown blowing in the wind.  She is totally unaware of where she is.  He very carefully walked up behind her and grabbed her by the shoulders speaking softly to her until she responded. “Naomi, what are you doing out here? You’re cold.” 
	“I don’t know. The last thing I remember is going to bed,” Naomi said sobbing.
	Jason put his arms around her and walked her back to the house with Brandy close behind.  He put her back into bed and gave her some of her medication. Within a few minutes, she was asleep. 

	When Naomi woke up, Jason fixed her breakfast. She sat staring out the kitchen window.  She was thinking about the night before.  Everything was a little fuzzy.
	“Was I dreaming last night, or did you find me on the ocean bluffs outside?” 
	“It wasn’t a dream. Brandy woke me up and wouldn’t stop barking. She kept going to the front door,” said Jason, “She led me to you. When I found you, you were standing on the bluffs so close to the edge. You scared me to death.”
	“I’m sorry.  I don’t know how I got out there. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.” 
	“You’re not crazy, but there is definitely something weird going on and I’m afraid I just don’t know what to do about it,” said Jason as he leaned over to pour more coffee.
	“I know this is going to sound strange, but I want you to ask Fred where the hidden trap door is to the basement.  There is something I’m supposed to find down there.  We have to open it up, please Jason?” 
	“What could possibly be down there?  It’s been closed up for years.” 
	“Just do it for me. I promise I will never bring it up again if we don’t find anything.”
	“Okay,” said Jason, “I want you to feel better and our life to get back to normal?”

	That evening, Fred returned from southern California.  Broomstick had taken second place at the race track. Jason hated to bring him bad news but felt he had to bring Fred up to date on the events that had taken place while he was gone. Fred listened in amazement.
	“I’m really sorry this has been so rough on you,” Fred said, “I wish I had been here to help out. Is she going to be okay?”
	“According to the doctor, she is just suffering from the shock of her father’s death and he doesn’t believe she has even come to terms with her sister’s death either.  She was getting better for a while, and then the episodes began again. Now she insists that I ask you where the trap door is to the basement that was sealed off.  She says there is something down there she has to find.  I tried to talk her out of it, but it just irritates her.” 
	“Well, if it will help put an end to this, what’s the harm in opening up the basement passageway?  I guess we can do it tomorrow,” said Fred, “I need to get Broomstick unloaded. Would you like to go with me?”
	Jason told Naomi he would be right back and got into the truck with Fred. Fred sat in silence still trying to absorb what he had been told.  Estelle had been afraid of the basement, and now Naomi insisted on opening it up.  What could possibly be down there? 

	

			                         Chapter 20

	Fred woke up early after spending the night in the spare room. He got up quietly, dressed, and headed to the kitchen.  Jason was already up.
	“Good morning, Fred. I guess the trip back tired you out. I didn’t hear you all night.”
	“Slept like a baby. I must have been more tired than I thought. It’s going to take a lot of coffee to get me awake this morning.” He walked over and poured him a cup and took a sip. “How is Naomi?  Did she sleep well?”
	“Not too bad. The increased dosage of medication seems to help her sleep more, but then she is so groggy during the day.  The doctor said it should level off in a few days.”
	“After we feed the livestock and Naomi has a chance to get some breakfast, what do you say we tackle opening up the floor in the closet? The entrance to the basement is in there. I cemented it over, so it is going to take some work to open it back up.”
	Naomi heard their voices and came into the kitchen wearing her bathrobe and slippers.  She sat down at the table and Jason poured her some coffee. 
	“I hope we didn’t wake you. Are you feeling any better?” asked Fred.
	“I’m okay.  I’m just having trouble waking up. The medication makes me so tired,” Naomi said, rubbing her eyes.
	“After we feed the livestock, Jason and I will work on opening up the trap door to the basement,” said Fred, “I really don’t expect to find anything down there, though.”
	“I really appreciate it,” Naomi said, “I feel like the visions will stop if you do this.”
	“I made you some breakfast.  It’s in the warmer. Fred and I will be back in about an hour.  We’ll bring the tools back with us and get started,” said Jason.
	Naomi stood at the window and watching them leave.  She would be glad when they returned and the basement was opened up.  Maybe then she could put this whole thing behind her.	
	Jason and Fred spent most of the afternoon breaking through the concrete patch in the floor and finally had the stairs in view below.  Jason took a flashlight and entered the dark, damp basement area.  
	He walked on the concrete until he saw what appeared to be a light fixture hanging from the open beams above.  Reaching up, he gave the string a tug.  Light filtered into the room, and the room was much larger than he expected. Fred and Naomi saw the flash of light and joined him.
	A wooden work bench stretched across one wall with an old rusty clamp connected to the front.  On the bench lie several rusty hand tools, and there were old saw blades from the early 1800’s hanging on the wall above.
	Over at one corner, the concrete stopped and a wooden floor continued on to connect with the wall.  Naomi began walking carefully, pushing the cobwebs out of her way, until she reaches the wooden area.  As she stepped, a board creaked and pulled loose from the floor. She reached down, and pulled it up. Jason and Fred stood watching her. 
	She reaches in and after a couple of tries, pulled a box out through the hole.  She smiles to herself.  She didn’t feel crazy any longer.  There was something after all.
	Jason and Fred followed her back up into the house. Naomi placed the box down on the dining room table, noticing it was locked. 
	“Fred, do you have anything to break this open with?” she asked.
	“I’ve got something in the toolbox that should do the trick,” he said.
	Fred left the room, returning in a few minutes with a tool.  When he finally snaps the lock, inside the box is an assortment of various items.
  	Naomi begins taking them out one by one. There are two small leather bags.  One contains a wedding ring and the other contains some photos of a couple that looks as though they were taken on the bluffs outside, an envelope with a letter addressed, “To Whom It May Concern,” and a “Certificate of Title.”
	With Fred and Jason anxiously waiting, Naomi opens the envelope with, “To Whom It May Concern,” and begins reading it.  
	“If anyone finds this letter, I am probably dead.  I escaped the seas with Axel Anderson of the Pacific Star to Indian Creek with the treasure.  All the other crew aboard drowned at sea.  I have pledged my allegiance to Axel, but that was before I knew him for the monster he has become.”
	“Yesterday, Josephine came to see him. They argued, and after she left, he became a mad man.  He ranted and raved that if he couldn’t be with her, no man would. They had agreed to meet on the bluffs outside Pacific Cove Ranch. 
	 I followed him.  I watched in disbelief, as he pushed her off the cliff. I don’t know how long I can live with this secret.  If he finds out I know of this, he will surely kill me.  I fear him already, as the treasure is worth a fortune.”
	“I know I will never leave here alive. I only hope someday that the truth will come out.”
	Pete Anderson   May14, 1898
	
	Naomi s placed the letter on the table. “Jason, this means that Jacqueline didn’t kill herself.  Axel couldn’t stand the fact that her father had arranged a marriage for her to someone else. That’s why he was haunting me. He didn’t want me to find the letter that proves he murdered Jacqueline.” 
	“It sounds like you might have solved part of a mystery. Let’s see what else is in there.  You’ve got my curiosity going,” said Fred, glancing at the items on the table.
	Naomi reaches over and opens the second bag, pouring the contents out on the table. Their eyes widened, almost popping out of their heads.  On the table are about twenty precious stones and ten gold coins.  After examining them, they discover the gold coins were minted in the early 1800’s and probably priceless. The stones appear to be diamonds, emeralds, and rubies.
	“Looks like you might have a small fortune here. We’ll have to get an appraisal, but by the looks of them, I’d say they are real,” said Fred as he turned the stones over in his hands.
	“Jason, can you believe it? I’m so excited I can barely hold onto anything,” she said as she picked up the Certificate of Title opening it. “This title is made out in Pete Anderson’s name,” said Naomi, “It is for 1,000 acres in the name of Pacific Cove Ranch.  Could this be the missing title you were talking about, Fred?”
	“It sure could be.  I told you there was a period of time when that was rather sketchy,” said Fred, “I’ll have to take it to the title company in West Haven and have them check it out.  I also need to see if there are any living heirs that might make a difference in my ownership of the ranch.”
	“Could it really affect your ownership?” asked Naomi.
	“I’m a fair man, and I couldn’t go on not knowing for sure if I’m really the legal owner or not. I’ll stand behind whatever they find out.” said Fred.
	Naomi picked up the photos and turned them over. On the back is an inscription that said Mr. & Mrs. Pete Anderson, Pacific Cove Ranch.  The other said Axel Henderson and Jacqueline Grayson at the beach.  The wedding band gave no clue as to whom it belonged, but it seemed logical that it could have been one of theirs.
	“Well, I guess we had better go cover up the hole,” said Fred as he grabbed the toolbox.
	“It’s over now and for some reason I feel as though I was chosen to find all this,” said Naomi.
	Fred had mixed some cement, and Jason covered up the hole for the last time. It was again sealed as Estelle had originally wanted.   There would never be a reason to go there again.  Jason finally felt like Naomi was going to be fine, but only time would tell for sure.

                                                      

                                                        
                                                   Chapter 21                                                                                                                                                 

	A month had passed, and Jason and Fred were busy with the lambs.  They had someone over to shear the sheep. It was quite a process, and Naomi enjoyed watching.
	Joan came by to see how she was doing and she spent hours filling her in on the events that had taken place.  She was as surprised as Naomi had been.
	“Would it be possible for me to get a copy of Pete’s letter and the photographs for the Historical Society? Also, a picture of the jewels and coins recovered?  This is the most exciting find we’ve had happen in a long time,” said Joan.
	“Sure. I don’t know what harm it would do.  Just let me know when you need them.”
	“How have you been feeling, dear? Have the nightmares and strange visions stopped?” 
	“I’m feeling much better. Dr. Miller took me off the medication, because I’m doing so well. I haven’t had any episodes with the visions in weeks.”
	“I’m so happy you are doing so well. We were all worried about you.”
	“I know I gave everyone a scare, but it’s over now. I’m just waiting on pins and needles to see what the title search comes up with.  Would you like to join me for a cup of tea?”
	“Sure. I’ve got time.”
	Naomi and Joan spent the afternoon together catching up on their missed time together.  It felt so good to be able to spend time with her again and to have the ordeal of her visions finally over.
	It was getting dark, and Joan had to get back to fix Bill’s dinner. She was just getting ready to leave when Fred pulled up out front.  He had loaded the lambs to take to sell at the auction. He would take them back to Seaport that evening and return in a couple of days after the auction was over. 
	Naomi’s mother kept herself in Bayberry. Naomi had written to her several times, and the letters from her seemed rather vague. She finally had called her and was told she was doing fine, and that she had been to the club with her friends.  She had also returned to work at the gallery.  
	
	 A lot had happened over the last year since they moved to Pacific Cove Ranch. At one point in time, Naomi felt as though Jason was drifting away from her.  The episodes she was having were beyond Jason’s ability to understand.  Sometimes Naomi wondered if all of it would ever make any sense, even to her.
	She had learned some valuable lessons. She had lost two people who meant the most in her life, and she thought she would never heal from the pain. Time and being around those who love you can work miracles. Oh, and don’t forget faith.  She had made some wonderful friends in a place where there only seemed to be loneliness, and they would always be there for her.
	
	Naomi and Jason spent the evening beside the fire looking into each other’s eyes, holding each other, and just being thankful to be together. Jason picked her up, carrying her into their bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed. They had regained the closeness they once had, and once more that night, they made love with a renewed passion.
	The next couple of days were spent taking walks together and horseback rides to Indian Creek.  Naomi still wondered if Pete’s body was there somewhere. She felt sadness for him and also for Jaqueline.  Jacqueline’s parents had died thinking she had killed herself.  She couldn’t imagine the pain they had suffered.
	Naomi started painting again.  She spent hours out on the bluffs and had just finished a painting of the headlands when she saw Jason walking towards her.
	“Naomi, Fred is back. He stopped at the title company in town and has some news for us. He’s waiting at the house.”
	“Could you give me a hand with my things? I have to carry the painting I just finished. I don’t want to ruin it before it has a chance to dry.”
	Jason gathered up her brushes and other supplies, placing them in the paint box, and walked with her along the trail to the house. Naomi walked next to him holding on to the painting tightly to keep the wind from catching it.  He smiled when he saw her work.
	“I will never stop being amazed by your work. They all have so much life to them. It’s like you could walk right into them. It’s beautiful, honey.”
	As they approach the house, they see Fred standing by his truck.  “Looks like you’ve been painting again, and beautifully I might add,”  he said, “It’s so nice to see you back doing what you love. I’ll let you put your stuff away and then tell you my news.”
	They all entered the house with Brandy right behind them.  She had grown into a beautiful dog and a valuable asset to the ranch.  
	Naomi put her supplies away while Jason visited with Fred. She set the new painting on the easel to dry in the guest room.  After washing up, she walked into the living room and took a seat on the sofa next to Jason.
	Fred picked up the papers he had laid on the coffee table and began by saying, “First, the title you found is authentic. This place did belong to Pete Anderson and his wife. They had no children.”
	“After his death on The Pacific Star, or so we thought, the place stood empty. Somehow, a title appeared by the prior occupants, and then a new one was made out in my name when I purchased the ranch,” he said, “There was no proof of a missing title so it was never researched. Things were different back then.”    
	Fred looked directly at Naomi and continued. “I did, however, have them do a check on any possible heirs for Pete, and it seems he only had one brother, who is deceased.  At least that gave them a starting point. From there they uncovered a great-nephew, who I am sad to say just recently passed away.  He had a daughter and I had the title company make out a title in her name for Pacific Cove Ranch. I’m keeping the Indian Creek property.” 
	Fred handed the title over to Jason. He read it and with a stunned look on his face, handed it back. He had to have time for it to sink in.
	“Naomi, I want you to read this.  I know this is hard for you, but you have a right to know who it is,” said Fred.
	Naomi took the title from him with trembling hands.  She didn’t want to think about after all she had been through, that now they might have to leave the ranch and start all over. The tears in her eyes made it hard for her to read the print. When she focused, she thought she was seeing things. It couldn’t be true.  Was this some kind of cruel joke?
	“I don’t’ understand. There must be some kind of mistake. This is made out to Jason and me. I’m confused,” said Naomi.
	“It seems that the great-nephew I spoke about turned out to be Samuel Strong, your father. You are the only living heir to the ranch.  This is your home from now on.”
	“I can’t believe it,” said Naomi.
	“You know I’ve always thought of you both as family. You will be happy here, hopefully for many years.”
	Naomi couldn’t wait to tell her mother.  She knew she would be as shocked as she was.  After all, this is something that she never dreamed could happen, and she knew for sure that God had a hand in it.  She believes deep down in her  heart  that the hauntings are done and she is free at last. She will spend the rest of her life in gratitude.

	 A year later, Naomi and Jason were blessed with a son she proudly named Peter Samuel Sanders.  Her father and great uncle’s name would be preserved for all time. She still missed Marie and her father, but with the new addition to their family, it was a little easier to bear.  
	As the years flew by, Peter grew into a wonderful young man, and they enjoyed the family life they had always wanted.  He grew to love the ranch as much as they did, and hated it when he had to leave to go to college.  He did, however, spend all his free time with his parents as often as he could. 

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                                               About the Author

J.E. Grace was born in California where she managed a campground for quite a few years.  In the late 60’s , she lived on a 4,000 acre horse ranch situated along the coastline of Northern California, which is the inspiration for the Pacific Cove series.
She has a background in Retail Management which she worked in for over 10 years and enjoyed it very much.  After relocating to Missouri in 2000, however, she decided to pursue her lifelong dream to work in Real Estate. She continued as a Real Estate Agent, until she retired in 2012 to pursue her true passions; Writing & Painting.  Her artwork is showcased on Fine Art America, Zazzle and Society 6.  She is a traditional oil/pastel painter, as well as, a photographer.
She has enjoyed writing since an early age and continues to educate herself in the craft.  She currently writes in the science fiction, mystery/romance, and Christian fiction genre.  
Her first novel, The Zarion-Saving Mankind was published in Jan. 2016.  She is currently working on a sequel entitled the “Battle for Zantera” and a Christian fantasy novel entitled, “A Walk with Heavenly Spirits.”