I recall you mentioned her before. She sounds like someone you can just sit with and be comfortable. If so, she's likely a keeper.
More than that - She just walked up alongside, picked up a line, and started pullin. She showed up the other day and started handing me wrenches... After while she'd wander off for a minute or two, and come back again... But pretty much, she was there all afternoon. Pleasant conversation, good sense about tools and knowing what I'd need next...
When she seen I was wrapping it up, she disappeared long enough for it to seem like abandonment... right in the easiest part of things... But I finished cleaning up my tools and wandered on into the house to find it all cleaned up, and beef stew and bannock bread piping hot and ready to go. After supper, she thought it admirable of me that I stuck around to
help her (as if it is hers to do) with the dishes.
She's made herself a nest on the couch, and again, we had pleasant conversation, as we watched a movie... She magically found one of my flannel shirts that I'd torn the shoulder out of, and she whipped a sewing kit out of her purse and busied her hands with all that while we were sitting there...
She's already measuring up the closets and the pantry... And calculating that I'll be needing more garden than thought... To allow for her, I think... She's already met my kids and my mother and sister, being here when they wandered by... She fits right in with the women folk (and they love her)... She is already grand-mothering my grandsons (and they love her). And ol Chewy, my last defense, turned out to be no defense at all... He rolled over on the very first belly scratch.
I haven't let her into my bed yet, but she'd sure enough go (and she's been lightly trying to get there). I dunno how it is with the Cree, but with the old school Salish, That particular act is as good as a marriage vow. And she knows that I know it.
And so, she's told me, with mischief in her eyes, that I'd better be careful not to get myself banged up enough that'd I'd need care (overnight)... A bit confident, she is, that such a time will certainly occur not too far from now...
After all, she's got 100 acres up Fisher River (God's own front porch), with the prettiest Appaloosas I've ever seen... Four of them barely green broke and needing my attentions... And the tool shed needs a new roof, and a foundation log replaced... I could spend a month in the barn alone... and there's maybe forty miles of fence that hasn't had a man to fix it for the last twenty years...
So yeah, it might just work out.
She's already measured me out for new buckskins....