Well, everybody, we’ve reached the end of Erin Krakow Week here at hookedheartie.com. And it looked like she had quite the birthday from the pictures I saw on Twitter. Pascale apparently had her over, and her boys helped Erin blow out her candles. Plus I know she got a million birthday wishes all over social media, so I’d say 34 is treating her pretty well so far.
This is a milestone for us here at the site; we get #FlashbackFriday AND #FanFictionFriday all in one post! I couldn’t let Erin Krakow Week go by without discussing an Elizabeth moment, could I? And then I promised all of you part 2 of my story, so I could NOT let you down! So you get both!
The moment for #FlashbackFriday dates all the way back to Season 1, right at the beginning of Elizabeth’s teaching career. If you remember, she had to give herself the pep talk about how she graduated from college, but all the education in the world couldn’t prepare her for the kids of a coal mining town. Abigail helps out with the advice of offering “levity” in the classroom, but it doesn’t quite stick until the lesson on gravity. Yes, she did it partly to show up Jack, but I think this is the moment when everything really clicks. Her eyes show the wheels turning in her head, then the light bulb goes on when she climbs up on the desk. Elizabeth actually talks TO the children instead of AT them. She uses her education AND Abigail’s words to school them. They’re engaged, they’re learning, they’re having fun…and not breaking anything. THAT’S when, in my opinion, Elizabeth truly becomes a teacher…and Jack’s eyes shine in her direction for the very first time.
Now for #FanFictionFriday, so on to Part 2 of The New Arrival. If you missed the previous installment, it was posted last Friday. I can’t wait to hear what you think!
“Can I help ya?” said a voice behind a newspaper. The corner folded down, then the older gentleman hastily put the periodical aside. “Ah! Welcome, Mountie!” The man who was obviously the sheriff stood, and albeit a little reluctantly, offered his hand. Nate shook it a bit more firmly than he usually would, and the man gestured to a chair. “Constable…?”
“Uh, Grant. Nathan Grant,” he replied as he took a seat. “But you can call me Nate.”
“Good to meet you, Nate,” the man also sat back down. “Bill Avery, acting sheriff.”
“Well, I have a letter from headquarters about that.” Nate took the paper from his pocket, and handed it over. Bill read it, but his only reactions were a couple of grunts here and there. Finally, he put it aside, but wouldn’t respond. He only took his weapon from the desk drawer; then casually, but deliberately began to load it. Nate’s first instinct was to reach for his own pistol holstered at his side, but he resisted the urge. Easy now, Nate’s head reminded him. He’s testing you. Show him you’re no coward. He discreetly removed his right hand from his waist, then slowly folded both hands in his lap.
After what felt like an hour, but was only an excruciating few minutes, Bill eyed Nate over the top of his gun as he did the “final inspection”. Nate guessed that Sheriff Avery had decided he’d gotten enough intimidation, and was quite proud of himself for holding his ground with such a seasoned officer.
“I’m glad you made it a little early. I promised the sheriff in the next town I’d help him with a stake out, and I really don’t want to appoint another acting sheriff…not after last time.”
Ah, thought Nate. Hence the loading of his weapon. Clever! “Glad I made it then too. Uh, last time?” Bill’s look said “forget about it”, so Nate moved on. “So, what do I need to know before you head out?”
“You need to know that this town suffered a tragedy not too long ago,” Bill snapped gruffly; but as Nate looked closer, he could see moisture glistening in the sheriff’s eye. The Mountie could empathize, as he was struggling to make sure he didn’t get emotional.
“I’m aware of that, Sheriff,” Nate responded soberly. “And I intend to treat Constable Thornton’s post with every respect and dignity. I promise.”
Bill looked surprised, then his face took on a look of approval…almost. “You knew him? You knew Jack?”
Nate chuckled ruefully, and with very little humor. That was the understatement of the year. “I knew him.” Better to leave it at that.
That seemed acceptable to Mr. Avery. “Well, good,” Bill said briskly, as he stood and stretched his hand out to Nate once more. He certainly seemed more friendly all of a sudden. “Then you’ll do well here. Just remember, all of us here in town are still reeling a bit, so your being here may be a little difficult.”
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Yeah. Watch out for those railroad boys in the saloon on Saturday nights. The place just got a new owner, and after a long week’s work, things can get…a little wild.”
“Will do,” Nate said, and followed Bill outside. The sheriff gave the Mountie half a smile before trudging down the stairs, and riding away on his horse. Nate sighed deeply. That was over with; now came the hard part.
I hope you have a great weekend, Hearties! Remember to turn in tomorrow night for Pascale’s new movie, Wedding of Dreams, the sequel to Summer of Dreams. This is Hooked Heartie, signing off! May your heart let your hope blossom!