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V. Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut, framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope, the chimney was stained from long years of use, But who lived out here? He just didn’t’ know. Until his eyes happened upon two graves, one had weathered, the other was fresh cut. Who could they know who was buried out here? Curious, he dismounted and walked up. The older gave said: ‘Here lies Joseph Fields, 1851 to 1912, Father, and Husband to his dear Rennie.’ The priest stumbled back. “Wha-what does this mean?” The oldest daughter, who was named Isabel, said,”She knew the townsfolk would not understand. That’s why she used to ride back in her youth, she combed the mountains, seeking out this man. “She knew our grandpa had done the man wrong, that a normal life he never would live. She brought him money so he’d stop thieving, and it return, his whole heart he did give. “When our grandpa died they both realized that without hm none could prove pa was framed, they both dreamed of reopening his case, but knew that doing so would be in vain. “He visited us at night, when he was able, and we rode out here to his backwoods hut. We’re not bastards, Father Cobb married them, you can at least tell the people that much. “Six years ago, when our father passed on, she came out here to give her man a grave. She made it clear to us, when her time came, we were to ride out here and do the same. “We could not speak of this when she still lived, to do so would have been their undoing, a millionaire heiress weds an outlaw… You understand this this would have brought ruin. “But now their troubles are finally done, and they can be here, at each other’s sides. I hope you can spare a few prayers for them, forced to be apart for so much of their lives.” The priest was amazed, but slowly nodded, said, “We thought worse of her than she deserved. I ask forgiveness, I thought so myself.” Then he knelt low and whispered holy words. Later than night, when their mom was at rest, they all rode away as the sun went low, past a grave that read: ‘Here lies Rennie Fields, Forever besides her beloved Joe.’

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Rennie's Outlaw, Part V

V. Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut, framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope, the chimney was stained from long years of use, But who lived out here? He just didn’t’ know. Until his eyes happened upon two graves, one had weathered, the other was fresh cut. Who could they know who was buried out here? Curious, he dismounted and walked up. The older gave said: ‘Here lies Joseph Fields, 1851 to 1912, Father, and Husband to his dear Rennie.’ The priest stumbled back. “Wha-what does this mean?” The oldest daughter, who was named Isabel, said,”She knew the townsfolk would not understand. That’s why she used to ride back in her youth, she combed the mountains, seeking out this man. “She knew our grandpa had done the man wrong, that a normal life he never would live. She brought him money so he’d stop thieving, and it return, his whole heart he did give. “When our grandpa died they both realized that without hm none could prove pa was framed, they both dreamed of reopening his case, but knew that doing so would be in vain. “He visited us at night, when he was able, and we rode out here to his backwoods hut. We’re not bastards, Father Cobb married them, you can at least tell the people that much. “Six years ago, when our father passed on, she came out here to give her man a grave. She made it clear to us, when her time came, we were to ride out here and do the same. “We could not speak of this when she still lived, to do so would have been their undoing, a millionaire heiress weds an outlaw… You understand this this would have brought ruin. “But now their troubles are finally done, and they can be here, at each other’s sides. I hope you can spare a few prayers for them, forced to be apart for so much of their lives.” The priest was amazed, but slowly nodded, said, “We thought worse of her than she deserved. I ask forgiveness, I thought so myself.” Then he knelt low and whispered holy words. Later than night, when their mom was at rest, they all rode away as the sun went low, past a grave that read: ‘Here lies Rennie Fields, Forever besides her beloved Joe.’