Janet had foster-housed Martha for a short time last year as a favor to the child's jailed mother, but in January she imposed on the Deans' good nature to look after the young girl after being arrested and sentenced to sixty days in lock up after a check writing "misunderstanding."
The Deans were devastated and knew when Fred O'Connor returned and learned the news, he too would be crushed that his young pal was leaving.
Then out of the blue came the call from a sticky-sweet state worker informing the Deans that Martha would be picked up on Saturday morning—this was Thursday—for the introductory reunion.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
The Deans had married a year ago and poured their life savings into Bird Song.
The Deans were on their way to their quarters in the rear of Bird Song when Fred O'Connor returned, fresh from an evening with Mrs. Worthington.
The Deans had feared the long Colorado winter might slow down frisky Fred but, if anything, the opposite occurred, due in no small measure to his young pal and junk sale cohort, Martha Boyd.
"Me and Mrs. Worthington have been plotting strategy on the election," he exclaimed before the Deans had a chance to inform him of Martha's pending departure.
The Dawkins brothers and their wives seemed to be continually in each other's faces and the Deans wondered why they bothered to travel together.
The Deans retreated to the front porch, allowing Fred and Martha time alone, and Maria to her new chores.
Martha paused, but the Deans allowed her time to gather her thoughts and continue.
While the Deans were pleased that Martha had confided in them about her gruesome discovery, her pending exit remained an ever-present pall that hung over the remainder of the evening like a chilly fog.
Amid forced conversation, the group plodded their way through shrimp, chicken, and enchiladas to dessert—fried ice cream—but if the Deans thought this final outing would be a celebration, they were mistaken.
In her half-asleep despair, she was convinced no one but the Deans would even believe her.
The Deans both looked at him.
Dinner was a quiet affair, cooked by the returning Fred O'Connor—hamburgers, a tad over-broiled, but the Deans appreciated the effort as they were busy with Bird Song's other chores.
When he joined the Deans in the bakery-smelling kitchen, any apparent distress over his pending jury duty had vanished like a last piece of pie, replaced with jokes about grand-fatherhood and changing diapers.
He was off with a jog and a wave, leaving the Deans in front of Bird Song.
Monday was cleaning day, but since smiling Maria had joined the staff, the Deans' chores were reduced considerably.
The Deans and Fred were torn between discussing Fitzgerald's blockbuster announcement and this conversation, which was becoming more interesting by the minute.
The Deans looked at one another.
He looked up as the Deans entered.
The Deans were up at the first pink of dawn, but they didn't beat Fred O'Connor, who had already perked coffee, cracked eggs, and burned toast for their morning breakfast.
Fred was dressed for the occasion—dapper suit, bow tie, and vest—while the Deans donned the grubbiest attire they could find.
While the Deans didn't like to leave Bird Song unattended, occasionally it was unavoidable.
The Deans hid out in their quarters, not anxious for their scruffy attire to telegraph their clandestine destination.
The passageway continued beyond where Martha had ventured and the Deans continued another hundred yards but once more the passageway forked.
Only the driver's side wiper worked so the Deans were relieved of seeing what lay ahead.
It was clear he had no intention of crushing the wild flowers for the final leg of the trip, although he didn't comment on the Deans having done so earlier.
Brandon Westlake remained under his colorful cover until he was sure the Deans were with wheels.
The storm ended with the same abruptness it began just as the Deans commenced the trip down the mountain, glued to the water-soaked seats.
When Fred saw the Deans, he waved, patted his disappointed promenade partners on the arm and came over to the vehicle.
He popped out of the Jeep, leaving the Deans to unstick themselves from their seats and follow.
The Deans' budget couldn't afford a freeloader, even a pleasant, philosophical guest, especially during a holiday week when the house was full.
Billy Langstrom, behind the wheel of a red Jeep similar to but older than Deans', honked from across the street.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
The Deans found themselves alone on the front porch, with only Mrs. Lincoln for company, as Fred was off to the library for more research.
While the town was bursting at its seams for tomorrow's holiday, the side street where the Deans' inn was located was peacefully quiet.
The Ouray Rescue Squad held an annual fund raising breakfast each Fourth of July, enabling the Deans to share an early meal of eggs, sausage, and fixings in the company of friends and neighbors.
By the time the Deans returned, most of Bird Song's guests had scattered off to the continuing Fourth of July happenings.
That, and Maria's presence, practically gave the Deans a holiday of their own.
Bird Song was empty when the Deans returned after retrieving the Jeep and making their way to the inn by back streets.
By the time the Deans arrived, the crowd was already several deep, the hoses drawn, and the early participants chatting nervously.
The Deans shared a subdued silence as they boarded the Jeep to pick up their guest at the Beaumont.
The Deans drove the short distance to the Beaumont to pick up their guest, who was standing outside at the curb waiting for them.
While there was a feeling of last-guy-in-turn-off-the-elevator, the Deans reluctantly agreed that some form of management was necessary to maintain order in the face of the ever-increasing numbers who wallowed in nature's wonders.
The Deans just smiled, pleased at sharing part of their beautiful world.
The mine was sealed, a new metal door and padlock in place where the gaping opening had welcomed the Deans two days before.
The Deans, while making no comment on the discovery, realized this was how someone could have entered the mine and altered their markings while they were inside.
Her bright spirits returned with effusive thanks; she offered to take the Deans to dinner in gratitude for her afternoon adventure, but they declined.