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2014 - Fall - Scars Entry
Family Tree - 1. Story
“Maybe we should have waited until next weekend.” Ean slung the backpack over his shoulder and shut the truck door.
“We’ll be fine.” Tyler adjusted the shoulder holster he’d donned as soon as he’d gotten out of the truck.
“Somehow, the fact that you borrowed your dad’s pistol doesn’t reassure me.” Ean shook his head and watched Tyler check the chamber and the safety before sliding the pistol into the holster. “Neither does the fact you haven’t been up here in years. We’ll be lucky if we don’t end up lost.”
“Have a little faith.” Tyler chuckled. “I may not have been here in years, but this is where I spent a lot of my childhood. As for the pistol, you never know. It’s always better to be prepared, especially since I remember my dad finding signs of a mountain lion just across from camp one year. We weren’t allowed to go climb on the rocks across from camp after that. Well, not without an adult at least.”
Ean shook his head. This was important to Tyler, and he wasn’t going to ruin it for him, no matter how uncertain he was. He leaned against the side of the truck and waited for Tyler to finish doing whatever he needed to do. Finally, after what seemed forever, Tyler shut the truck door and walked around to join him.
“You ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to get.” Ean pushed away from the truck and fell in behind Tyler. He could barely even see the game trail Tyler led them to, but the fact that Tyler knew it was there helped ease his concerns somewhat. Maybe they wouldn’t get lost after all.
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“I’m sure we didn’t pass it.” Tyler stopped and glanced back the way they’d come.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Ean groaned and sat on a downed tree next to the path. “How far in did you say it was?”
“A mile and a half or so.” Tyler glanced briefly at him before turning and looking further up the path.
Ean sighed as Tyler scratched his head.
“Just give me a minute to think. I just have to remember the landmarks.”
“We’re in the forest.” Ean shook his head. “It’s always changing, so how can you be sure that the same landmarks are still going to be there?”
“You’re right, there’s always a chance things changed since I was up here last.” Tyler started forward again.
Ean climbed to his feet and followed. On the plus side, they hadn’t left the path Tyler had first started out on, so he was confident they’d at least be able to get back to the truck. They’d been walking for another ten minutes when Tyler stopped again.
“Ha! Told you we hadn’t passed it!” Tyler pointed in front of them. “See that dry creek bed?”
“Yeah.”
“We just have to follow that, a couple hundred yards or so.” Tyler grinned at him. “I told you I wouldn’t get us lost.”
“I shouldn’t have doubted you.” Ean smiled back and followed behind as Tyler led the way once again. They followed the creek bed, leaves crunching and water-smoothed rocks sliding under their feet. Ean slipped once as he stepped on a rock he thought was solid only to have it roll. His arms flailed, and he barely managed to keep from falling on his ass. He was actually glad when Tyler stopped and started looking at the trees.
“This doesn’t make sense; it should be here.”
Ean slipped the backpack off his shoulders and started looking as well. He finally found what they were looking for, but he wished he hadn’t. Tyler was going to be heartbroken, and he really wished he didn’t have to be the one to tell him.
“Tyler, I found it.” Ean bent down and ran his index finger over Tyler’s name, carved into the white flesh of the tree and scarred over.
“Really?” Tyler rushed over. He froze and dropped to his knees when he reached Ean’s side. “No, it can’t be.”
“I’m sorry, babe.” Ean reached over and rubbed his hand up and down Tyler’s back. He did his best to comfort his husband as they looked at the tree lying amongst the other deadfall.
“It was supposed to still be standing, that’s why they chose a tree so far off the main road.” Tyler ran his finger over one name and then another.
Ean sighed. He knew how important the tree was to Tyler and his family. To be honest, he’d been looking forward to having his name added to the ones already carved into the white flesh of the aspen.
“What are we going to do now?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” Ean was willing to do whatever Tyler wanted. He was hesitant to make any suggestions, not sure how they’d be taken.
“I’ll have to talk to my brothers. Maybe we can come up here next weekend and find a way to trim the trunk and haul the section with all the names out. Maybe give it to our parents for their anniversary.” Tyler smiled at him.
Ean nodded. It would be an awesome present for his in-laws. The tree was a piece of family history. He still remembered when Tyler had first told him about the tree that had all their names carved in it. It was considered to be their family tree, literally. It started with his great-grandparents on his father’s side. They’d been hunting and had stopped to carve their names into the tree.
Once they had kids, and the kids were old enough, they were taken to the tree and allowed to carve their names into the white trunk. Throughout the years, their spouses and children’s names were added. Tyler’s parents were the only ones who continued the tradition with their kids. Tyler and his brothers had planned to do the same, but had yet to do so, until now.
“You know”—Ean stood and walked over to another tree—“we could start a new tree. Just like your great-grandparents did. When we have kids, we could bring them up and add their names, and then they could add their spouses and kids’ names.” He ran his fingers over the white trunk. “I know it wouldn’t be the same, but it would be a way to keep the tradition alive.”
Tyler nodded.
“I think I’d like that.” He stood and dug in his pocket, pulling out the folded up knife before walking over to join Ean.
Tyler opened the knife and pressed the blade into the white trunk and painstakingly carved his name and the year before handing the knife over to Ean.
Ean bent and placed a quick kiss to his husband’s lips before completing what they’d set out to do. He’d expected to have to use more force; either the blade was sharper or the trunk softer and the blade sunk into the tree with ease. He took his time, wanting each letter to be clear next to Tyler’s so that even once it scarred over it would be legible. When he’d finished, he brushed his hand over his and Tyler’s names. By the time they brought their own kids back to add their names, they’d be scarred over and the tradition would continue, only this time, his and Tyler’s names would be at the top.
Ean closed the knife and shoved it in his pocket. Tyler was waiting and with a last glance at the tree, their names joined together, they headed back to the truck. They hadn’t been able to add his name to Tyler’s family tree like they’d planned, but in a way, he’d gotten something so much better. They were starting their own family tree, just like Tyler’s great-grandparents had done so many years before.
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2014 - Fall - Scars Entry
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