Disclaimer: This story is written for the private entertainment of fans. The author makes no claims on the characters or their portrayal by the creation of this story. Fraser, Vecchio, et.al. belong to Alliance; the McKenzies and friends belong to me; Cat Madden belongs to Carol Trendall and is used with permission. No infringement of any copyrights held by CBS, Alliance, CTV or any other copyright holders of DUE SOUTH is intended. This story is not published for profit, and the author does not give permission for this story to be reproduced for profit.

Lyrics from 'Hold On' by Sarah MacLachlan are used without permission.

Crossroads

By Cassandra Hope

(Copyright March 1998)

Sometime during the long hours of the night she'd finally admitted to herself that it was Ben who held her heart. He always would. The love she felt for Martin would go the way of Jason, Travis, and Lloyd. They would be life-long friends but only Ben could fill that void in her heart.

Lloyd, then Cat, had talked about soul mates. She didn't know if she believed everything they had told her, but she knew for a fact that she only felt complete with Ben.

There was no denying that they desired each other. Phil felt the coiling heat begin as she let her mind drift across the landscape of Ben's body. No, there was no denying that she wanted him. She rolled and, raising up on her elbows, peered over the sides of the raft in the direction of Ray's tent. Why had Ben started sleeping in the tent? He had done so since Lava Falls, but wouldn't tell her why. He only blushed and turned away. Phil felt the flush of desire wash over her as she pictured Ben's full body blush. Throwing back the light covering of her bedroll, she prayed for a cooling breeze--a breeze that would cool not only her body but her thoughts as well. How could any one man be so desirable? Why did she still want him? Could she really have him? Could she truly believe him? Could they actually start over? Could this finally be a second chance for them?

She thought over the past two weeks of travelling with Ben. He wasn't the same man she'd fallen in love with all those years ago. There was a hardness to him--as if life had tempered the young man she had known into this man he had become. She knew the intervening years had been hard on him--that he had been as lonely as she had, if not more so. She'd at least had Jason and Travis and Lloyd and Martin as well as her family and Lindy. Ben had only had Cat and his family and his obsession with Victoria. Whatever the cause, this new Ben was even more desirable than the youthful Ben she had known. This new Ben had an equal familiarity with the depths of sorrows and the heights of joy as she had. Phil felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought on the man her first love had become.

She reflected on her life. What would it have been like if she had never met Ben, if Lindy had never been born? She already knew the answer to those questions--a lot lonelier. Like it or not, memories of their short relationship coupled with their daughter's short life had carried her through many a hard time. The memories of their daughter were precious and she would trade them for nothing. She had Lindy, the physical manifestation of Ben's love but what had Ben had? Ben had never known his child, never held her in his arms, never kissed her baby fine hair, never heard her say 'da-da', never known the miracle that had been his daughter.

There were times during this trip when she could have sworn that Ben radiated a soul chilling loneliness. He was good at masking it, but it existed nonetheless. She saw it in his eyes, those glacier blue pools reflecting the misery within. Tears burned the back of her eyes as her heart reached out, longing to comfort him, hold him in her arms. Rolling on her side with her back to the camp, she let the tears flow, her heart aching for Ben. When the tears ceased, she rolled back and stared at the sky. She sighed, finally releasing the last of the bitterness that had clouded her memories of Ben. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, Phil finally slipped into an exhausted sleep--a sleep disturbed by a man with glacier blue eyes.

* * *

Ray rolled over and his elbow connected with Ben's chest. "Sorry," he whispered before rolling again.

"Can't you settle down, Ray?" The petulant complaint came from the darkness on Ben's side of the tent.

"I could if I had more room!" Ray hissed. "Why aren't you sleeping out under the stars?"

Ben sighed, then propped up his head in his hand. He stared across the distance separating him from Ray. He could barely discern his features, so he spoke to the dark shape across from him. "I had some difficulties the other night with some uh...um nightlife," he hurriedly finished.

Ray crossed his hands on his chest and stared at the apex of the tent. "Nightlife? What kind of nightlife?"

"The two-legged variety."

"What?" Ray rolled onto his side and propped up his head as well. On an eye level with the Mountie, he asked, "What kinda two-legged variety?" Ray didn't need to see Ben's face to know it was rosy with embarrassment.

"The 'hot-to-trot', wandering hands variety," Ben wryly replied.

"She didn't..."

"She did."

"I tell you, Benny, if Phil crawled into my bedroll I sure wouldn't run from her."

"It wasn't Phil!"

"It wasn't?"

"No!"

A smile cracked Ray's face. "Then who was it? Mara?"

"Mara." Disgust flavored Ben's retort.

"Oh, man, I can see why you don't want to sleep by yourself but I distinctly remember warning you of this very thing at the beginning of the trip." Grinning to himself, Ray laid back down on his bag. "You know, Benny, there is a way you could stop women from throwing themselves at you."

"How?"

"Straighten things out with Phil." Ray stated matter-of-factly.

Startled into speechlessness, Ben recalled Cat saying almost the same thing. Now, as then, he replied, "It's not that easy, Ray."

Ray sat up and placed a hand on Ben's shoulder. "Yes, it is, Benny. You love her. She loves you. What could be easier than that?"

"There's that other man in her life as well as circumstances from our past that have yet to be resolved before..." Ben's voice faltered. If he said anymore, he would reveal more about his relationship with Phil than he wanted. He had vowed never to regale Ray with this mistake from his past, and he wasn't about to start now.

Ray was an astute observer. He had watched Ben and Phil waltz around each other for the past two weeks. Now that their time together was fast approaching an end, it didn't appear to him that they were any closer to bridging the distance that separated them. Shaking his head, he laid back down on his sleeping bag and rested his head on his hands.

"Let me take a stab at this, okay? Correct me if I'm wrong." He waited while Ben settled into a more comfortable position. "Some years ago you spent a summer with some kinda rescue team. You met and fell in love with a spitfire of a woman. You asked her to marry you and she accepted. You went back to Canada promising to send for her as soon as possible but, instead, you met Victoria...who screwed up your life, addled your wits, and pretty much destroyed everything you had going for you. You broke off your engagement for that bitch and now, years later, you wonder if the spitfire can forgive your stupidity and the hurt you caused. Never mind the fact that you never stopped loving her and that has been eating at you for years. Need I go on?"

"No, Ray." Ben realized he no longer needed to worry about Ray finding out about Phil. It seemed he already knew everything there was to know. He lowered himself to his sleeping bag and threw an arm over his eyes.

"How close am I?" Ray waited, knowing he'd surprised Ben with the extent of his knowledge.

"She was never a spitfire, Ray," Ben finally said struggling with his emotions. Drawing a ragged breath into his lungs he continued in almost a whisper, "She was so shy, so uncertain of herself. But when she smiled at me, I felt like the warmth of summer sunlight surrounded me. And when her soft voice whispered my name, I..." he sighed deeply, "There's no describing the depths of desire I felt for her. I wanted her. Plain and simple, I wanted her." He lapsed into silence as his thoughts drifted back to a summer long past. Finally, he spoke again in a voice little more than a whisper. "I watched her bloom over the space of a summer and I thought I could never love anyone as much as I loved her." He paused and wiped at the tears that collected at the corners of his eyes. "You know what was so amazing, Ray?"

"No, what?" Ray was surprised at the openness of Ben's admissions. In all the time he'd known him he had rarely been this open with his feelings. Only that afternoon of shared pain in the basement of the Hope house or Ben's tale of love with Cat Madden approached this. He could feel the depth of Ben's sadness...could feel it striking a similar chord in himself.

"The most amazing thing about her was that she loved me, too. She loved me...and I threw it all away. How could I have been such a fool, Ray?" Ben's voice shook with misery.

With infinite compassion, Ray spoke from the depths of his soul, "Benny, we all make mistakes. The measure of what we are depends not on the mistakes we make but in what we do to correct them. If this isn't a second chance for you to correct that mistake then I don't know what it is. If you still love her then don't let anything stand in your way. I know I wouldn't." The lie rankled even as he said it. He was letting his own pride stand in the way of his love for Casey Sinclair. Maybe he should listen to his own advice.

"Maybe you're right, Ray. Maybe there is a chance for us. But...why do I have to be the one who makes the first move? If she still loved me, wouldn't she have indicated that? Why does it always have to be me that makes the first move?"

"Fraser..." A hard edge crept into Ray's voice. "Like it or not, you are the one who will have to make that first move and it has nothing to do with whether or not Phil loves you. You have to do it because you were the one who ended your relationship."

"But...but..."

"But, nothing! It wasn't Phil who broke your engagement. You're the one who did and it's up to you to take that first step. How can you possibly expect Phil to make the first move? She's probably afraid that you'll reject her again."

"I would never do that, Ray!"

"How does she know that, Benny? You did it before, you could do it again." Ray paused as something Cat had told him crystallized in his thoughts. "Is this what had Cat all upset when she visited you? She said you had some strange notions and she didn't know where you got them."

Ben sighed, like it or not, it seemed that Ray knew way more than he thought possible. What had Cat told him during that time they were snowed in together? It angered him to think that his personal affairs had been bandied back and forth between his best friends. "What all did Cat tell you?"

Reacting to the anger in Ben's voice, Ray replied, "Only that you still loved someone from your past and that you had some queer ideas about that. She never told me any specifics, Benny. I didn't even know that that woman from your past and Phil were one and the same until two days ago."

"Two days ago? Then, how...?"

"How do I know so much?"

"Yes..." Ben admitted.

"I'm a pretty good detective, Benny. I can put two and two together and get four. I simply pieced together all the little clues that I'd gathered over the past two years and came up with the only logical explanation for your behavior. At the beginning of this trip, I thought you hadn't gotten over Cat's refusal of your proposal of marriage or that maybe you still harbored some feelings for that bitch, Victoria. But, as I watched you and Phil, talked with you two, got to know her, I knew Cat spoke the truth. Phil confirmed my suspicions when she told me about your engagement."

"I'm sorry, Ray. I never meant for you to become involved in this mess." His voice broke miserably.

Ray rose up on his elbows and peered across at his friend. "Benny...I'm your friend...your best friend. How could I not become involved? I've been worried sick about you."

"I'm sorry, Ray."

Ray spoke with asperity, "Quit saying 'I'm sorry'. Just do something about Phil. That's the only thing I know that will get you out of this mess."

"I'll think about it." He sighed weary of the argument.

"No, Benny." Ray leaned on one elbow and placed his other hand on Ben's shoulder. He stared across the darkness into his friend's face. His words were firm and full of compassion as he spoke to Ben. "You'll do more than just think about it. You'll tell her how you feel. Don't let this trip end without speaking to her. If you do, you may never get another chance. Benny, don't let this second chance slip away. All it takes is those five little words."

"What words?" What words could possibly convey all that he needed to say?

"'I'm sorry, please forgive me'. Of course, it's always best to pretty them up with other things."

Ben thought for a moment before answering. "So, you're saying I should apologize for breaking our engagement?"

"Yes."

Ben ran a hand through his hair. Surely it couldn't be that simple. "What if she won't forgive me?"

"What do you think, Benny? Is Phil the kind of person to hold a grudge even after you've asked for her forgiveness?"

"No...at least, she wasn't years ago. Now...now I don't know."

"Well, it certainly couldn't hurt your prospects, Benny. And, who knows, it might help you. She might forgive you and then you could begin to rebuild your relationship."

"Maybe..." Ben lay back and stared at the apex of the tent. What if Phil forgave him and welcomed him back with open arms? The thought of that sent his pulse rate soaring. To claim Phil's love once more, to let her warmth melt the coldness that surrounded his heart, his life. Was it possible? The tears burned the back of his eyes and he blinked rapidly trying to stop them from falling.

"In the meantime..." Ray chuckled significantly. "I'll watch your back. I'll protect you from a certain two-legged variety of nightlife."

"Funny, Ray...very funny." Ben watched as Ray rolled back and settled to sleep. Ray continued to chuckle but eventually the chuckles changed to snores and Ben knew that Ray was, once more, asleep.

His thoughts turned to the things Ray had said. Surely it couldn't be as simple as he made it out to be. Surely there was more to it than simply talking to Phil and asking for her forgiveness. Even though she'd told him she'd forgiven him long ago, he needed to hear her say it once more. Or maybe he needed to ask for it. Maybe they just needed to talk. Maybe...

Ben drifted to sleep--a sleep disturbed by a woman with a crooked smile who whispered words of love in a voice as soothing as a mountain stream. Another chunk of the cold loneliness that surrounded him broke off and shattered into a million glittering pieces.

* * *

"Come and get it!" Carol called and stepped back as the hungry campers swarmed toward her. Plate after plate of banana pancakes and sausage links were doled out among the friendly faces. The now familiar cup of Jasmine tea was thrust into Ben's empty hand and he trod the familiar path to Phil's side. Ray followed in his wake grasping a cup of coffee in one hand and a full plate in the other.

"May we join you?" Ben towered over Phil.

She glanced up at the duo, a smile spreading across her face, then nodded. "It seems that, by now, you'd realize that you're welcome here."

"We didn't want to intrude..." Ben began.

"Can it, Ben." Her lopsided smile flashed at the two men. Patting the ground beside her, she invited, "I believe these seats are reserved for you. Would you care to join me?" Grinning, Ben and Ray dropped down to sit beside her.

"So, what's on the schedule for today, Phil?" Ray asked between mouthfuls of pancakes.

Wistfully, Phil replied, "This is our last day on the river. Tonight we'll actually be camping on the banks of Lake Mead."

"I can't believe how fast the time has past. Boy, if you'd told me a month ago that I'd spend two weeks separated from civilization without even a cell phone, I would've called you a liar." Ray shook his head and took a swallow from his coffee. "At least the food has been wonderful."

"What? You don't think this canyon is wonderful? How about the colors of the canyon walls--the way the light changes from moment to moment. And the river, don't tell me you haven't enjoyed the rapids, Ray. After all, you're the only one of us three that hasn't gotten dumped."

Ray gazed at Phil over the rim of his cup. Lowering it slightly, he stage-whispered, "Don't jinx me, Phil. There's still some more rapids today, aren't there?"

"Yes, but nothing like we've been through before. The really bad ones are buried beneath Lake Mead." Phil glanced toward the river once more thinking about how short a time was left to this trip.

"Thank God for small favors!"

When Phil's face came back to face him, a look of pure mischief was plastered across it. "Maybe we should, Ben." Schooling her features to a bland passivity, she batted her eyes at Ray. "What do you think, Ray?"

Ray glanced between Ben and Phil. He'd seen the smile on Ben's face and the look on Phil's when she'd brought her attention back to them. He wasn't fooled one bit by their 'innocent' looks. "I think that if either one of you gets within ten feet of me without a good excuse, I won't be held responsible for my actions!" Both Phil and Ben laughed out loud and, soon, Ray was laughing with them.

"So, Ben, is Travis going to let you pilot his baby through one of these last rapids?" Phil asked around a mouthful of pancakes.

"Yesterday, he indicated that I could try my hand at Mile 217 this morning."

"This morning?" Ray's eyebrows rose. "Excuse me, I gotta see about changing seats with someone else!"

Phil laughed outright. "Ray! Nothing will happen, I promise."

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better, Phil. I plan on staying in the boat and if I stay with you two I just know something will happen. Hey, Matt, you wanna switch places with me today?" he called to Matt as he strolled by.

Matt stopped and stared down at Ray. He noticed the wicked grin on Phil's face and the slight smile on Ben's. "Switch? Why?" he queried.

"Oh, no reason. I just..."

"Ben's piloting the dory through one of the big rapids today," Phil interrupted.

Matt glanced from Ray's face to Phil's then Ben's then began laughing. Waving a hand, he said, "I think I'll pass, Ray." Still laughing, he headed over to a small group of people. After a few moments, the group began laughing as well.

Kim called to Ray, "Sorry, Ray, you're on your own!'

"Shit! No one wants to trade with me," Ray muttered.

"I guess you're stuck with us, Ray. Now I wonder who will make up the fourth for the dory?" Phil asked as she watched the news of Ben's upcoming attempt at rapid running pass through the group.

Ray sprang to his feet, panic on his face. "I've gotta check out the others before the story gets around. Surely there's someone that'll switch with me."

"I wouldn't bet on it, Ray," Phil spoke but Ray was already gone. Turning her attention to Ben, she shook her head. "I hope you weren't serious about doing something to dunk Ray."

Ben looked at her in shock but that didn't last long as a guilty grin tugged at his mouth. "To be truthful, the thought is intriguing but I think that I'll have my hands full just trying to get through the rapid in one piece without trying to purposefully deposit Ray over the side."

"I'm glad to hear that, Ben. And just for the record, I don't particularly feel like taking an unexpected swim either!" She motioned to her bandaged hand for emphasis.

"Ah..."

"Don't give me that 'who me?' look, Ben. It doesn't work on me!"

Ben hung his head for a moment then lifted his eyes to Phil's face. "I never could get away with that with you, could I?"

Phil shook her head in response, her lips curving into their characteristic lopsided smile. "So, just be warned, if something happens today, I'll be on you like...like warts on a frog!"

A wicked gleam entered Ben's eyes as a smile spread across his face. "Is that a promise?" His voice dipped lower with the question.

Why did her heart suddenly feel light as a feather? Matching the devilment in his eyes with some of her own, she leaned closer and whispered in a voice as sultry as a Caribbean night, "Wouldn't you like to know." Before Ben could respond, Phil's glance slide past his face, her eyes widening in alarm. "Uh oh, here comes Ray and he doesn't look none too happy."

Ben glanced over his shoulder. "Oh dear!"

* * *

Phil closed the small book and spoke to the group surrounding her. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I kinda don't want today to start." Phil half-smiled at the group. "This will be our last full day here in the Canyon. Tomorrow evening, we'll be back in Flagstaff and the next day we'll each go our own separate way. As much as I love leading these trips, I hate the last couple of days. I hope you all have enjoyed this trip as much as I have."

"Phil, if we don't get started, you'll have this group blubbering," Travis joked.

Brad raised his hand. "I'm a glutton for punishment, Phil. I'll be one of Ben's guinea pigs."

"Thank you kindly, Brad. I appreciate your vote of confidence unlike some others who shall remain unnamed." Ben cast his glance at Ray.

"Hey, I freely admit it, Benny. I don't wanna ride with you. You're a jinx and I just know some thing's gonna happen."

"But, Ray..." Ben started.

"Don't, Benny. Just promise me one thing..."

"What would that be?"

"Break the news to Ma gently."

"Ah, understood," Ben replied.

* * *

It was a subdued group that flocked to the dories, but as the boats moved out into the current the natural exuberance of the people took over and laughter once more rang in the Canyon. There was just too much to be enjoyed today to let thoughts of tomorrow intrude. The last stretch of Canyon contained many rapids but none were anywhere near the heart-stopping terror of Lava Falls.

"You know, Mile 205 and Mile 217 Rapids are the largest rapids in this part of the canyon. After Lava Falls they just don't seem that big. That's why they don't have proper names. I always thought that we should write a petition or do something and come up with some decent names for them," Phil spoke to the others in her dory.

"Yeah, I put that right up there with that request to dynamite that rock in Bedrock. I doubt that it will ever happen," Travis answered.

Ben followed the other craft as they pulled ashore to scout Mile 217. He stared long and hard at the seething mass of water not at all convinced that he wanted to go through with this--especially with the teasing that Ray was receiving. Terry then Brian and the others shared words of encouragement.

"We'll hang back a bit so you can watch the others negotiate this one. Then, we'll try it," Travis spoke from a spot just behind Ben's left shoulder.

Ben glanced over his shoulder and nodded his head in gratitude. "I have the feeling that I've bitten off more than I can chew."

"You can handle it, Ben. It's just a matter of concentration, hitting the tongue right, and letting the river do the work for you."

"I hope you're right, Travis. If I mess this up, Ray will never forgive me nor let me forget."

"Then let's do it right the first time. Look, there goes Terry. See how he lines up the bow with that ripple there in the center?" Ben nodded and listened as Travis described the actions of each dory and raft as it shot through Mile 217.

"Ray, you stayed?" Ben asked, surprise and pleasure in his voice.

"Yeah, I figured I've braved everything you've thrown at me so far so I guess I gotta face this as well.'

"That's great, Ray!"

"Besides, no one wanted to trade with me. I couldn't even bribe someone with money. So, I just want to warn you, if anything happens I will never, ever let you live it down. Is that understood?"

"Uh...yes, Ray, understood."

"Good, now let's get this over with before I change my mind. Is there a trail around this mess?" he asked no one in particular as he climbed into the dory and settled on the seat in the bow. "If you don't mind, Phil, I think I'll ride with you."

"I don't mind, Ray, but I think you should check with Brad."

"I don't care, Ray. I'd like to sit in the stern for awhile. You all hog it to yourselves all the time," Brad said as he climbed past the duo in the bow. Travis followed Brad, and, lastly, Ben.

Ben settled into the cockpit and eased the dory away from the riverbank. A few smooth strokes and the dory drifted in the center of the river. With a few practiced movements of the oars he rotated the dory so that it faced the rapid stern first. Ben licked his lips nervously.

"Just line it up with that ripple I showed you, paddle away from the hole on the left and let the river carry you through," Travis encouraged.

"Ben! We've lost Spuds and Ray!" Travis shouted.

* * *

The wave struck the dory with a force that surprised both Ray and Phil. The force of the blow rolled the dory and Ray slid down the seat and into Phil. The boat lurched as it fought the wave but the motion shot Ray upward and as he came down he landed squarely on Phil. Grasping her arms for support, the roll of the boat carried him over the side dragging Phil with him. If he lived through this, he had a few choice words for the Mountie.

Phil's hands clutched at his arms as he felt the river drag their combined bodyweight toward the hole they had tried to avoid. Fighting to the surface, he caught the look in Phil's eyes. He'd better have his talk with Ben before Phil got a hold of him. There might not be much left when she got through.

"We're being pulled into the hole, Ray. We have to try to swim away from it," Phil shouted between dunkings. Suiting action to words, she released her good hand and began kicking her feet. Ray copied her motions. Try as hard as they could, they seemed destined to end up in the hole. Phil understood the danger of that and renewed her efforts. Sensing the urgency of her movements, Ray double his effort. The river drew them into an eddy on the edge of the hole and they circled there for a moment catching their breaths.

"Ray, on the next time around, we have to punch ourselves out of this eddy on the downstream side. If we can do that it should shoot us away from the hole. Okay?"

"I gotcha, Phil. How do we punch outta here?" He didn't like the flash of fear that swept across Phil's eyes before disappearing as quickly as it had arrived.

"We have to let go of each other, Ray, and dive down as deep as we can go and swim for it. The current isn't as wild down deep."

"Phil!" The voice called to her in a tone that bordered on panic.

'Ben?' Phil's head came up and she blinked her eyes before running her hands over her face. Taking several deep-cleansing breaths, she wavered to her feet as the call came again. Heading down the riverbank to a clearer area, she waved her hands trying to catch the attention of the men in the dory. "Ben!" she called.

Ray was the first to spot her and the dory quickly changed direction and charged across the river toward her. Phil sank back down on the bank and waited using what little time she had to compose herself. The men in the dory would never know just how terrified she had been. Shifting her eyes away from the approaching dory, she caught sight of a small herd of desert bighorn sheep placidly grazing on the slope above her. She kept her eyes glued to the animals even as the dory beached itself and the men spilled from it.

Ben dropped down beside her grasping her arms. "Phil, are you all right?"

Smiling slightly, she nodded her head before speaking, "Yes, Ben, I'm fine." Shifting her gaze to Ray's anxious face, she grinned at him. "That was quite a ride, Ray. Would you like to try it again?"

Ray's eyes widened in horror. "Not on your life, Phil. I don't ever want to do that again. Which reminds me...Benny, you and me are gonna have us a talk." He glared at his friend.

Shaking free of Ben's hands, Phil rose to her feet. Turning her back on the Mountie, she came face to face with Travis. Travis stared at her, eyebrows arched, daring her to deny what was actually going through her mind. Nodding slightly, she acknowledged his concern. "I think Ben just knocked you out of first place for scaring the shit out of me, Travis," she muttered as she slipped past him. Travis' troubled eyes followed her as she climbed back into the dory and settled into the stern of the boat.

"If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna make him pay for this. I promise you, Phil," Ray spoke in a low voice.

In an equally low voice, Phil answered, "Let me know when and where and I'll help. I happen to know some desolate spots here in this canyon where a body might disappear for a long time."

"Yeah, I know some places like that back in Chicago."

The two huddled together plotting various ways to do in the Mountie. Each plot was more complex, more hilarious, and more improbable than the last and finally both Ray and Phil were holding their sides, aching from the laughter. Glancing forward, they spied Ben's obvious interest in what was taking place in the stern.

Pulling to shore at Jump Off Rock. The group finally joined the rest of the fleet. "What happened?" Terry asked as they clambered from the dory.

"Ray and Spuds decided to take a swim through 217 courtesy of Ben," Travis replied. "Now they're plotting ways to get rid of his body after they do unspeakable things to him."

"Remind me not to let him handle my boat any time soon."

"I'll try." Travis grinned at his brother recalling the time Terry had smashed Travis' boat against Whale's Rock in Hance. Terry grinned back knowing full well what Travis was thinking.

Phil motioned to the rocks behind her. "It's a tradition that we always stop here and spend sometime swimming in the river. The more adventuresome of you should climb up there and jump off into the river. It's quite an experience. Since this is already wet, I'll be joining you." She waved her bandaged hand before her.

"Go right ahead, Phil. I have another elastic bandage here. After your swim, we'll put a dry one on your hand," Carol called from her raft.

"Really? That's great!" Phil's demeanor lightened. "Are there any questions?" she asked. "All right, everyone, those that are game to try the jump just follow me!" Phil set a rapid pace up the trail to the top of the rock. Ben followed but Ray remained behind. He'd had enough swimming for the day.

Phil led the group to the top of the rock then let each person get a good look at the drop off. "Okay, everybody, out of the way!" she called as she strode away from the lip. The others followed, curious to see what was going to happen. Phil turned and waited for the others to move from in front of her. When the last person was out of her way, she grinned widely and yelled, "This is the way you do it!"

Spreading her arms, she sprinted for the edge of the rock, shooting out over the river. She sailed forward for a moment before arcing gracefully down into the welcoming water. Ben stood on the edge of the rock waiting for her to surface. When her dark head broke the surface, he breathed a sigh of relief. Phil motioned with her hand and called to the people above her, "Come on it. The water's fine!"

Travis and Terry locked hands and sprinted for the edge together. They flailed the air and plummeted like twin stones into the water below. Ben chose to stand on the edge and dive off performing a perfect jackknife. The group on the shore responded with clapping and Ray held up a handwritten sign with a 9.9 on it. Soon the others joined them in the river.

Phil swam to shore and climbed out seeking Carol and that dry bandage.

"Phil? Ben called to her after Carol finished rewrapping her hand.

"Yes, Ben?" His name in her voice caressed his senses and he grinned somewhat idiotically at her. She thanked Carol then rose and walked over to him. "Ben? Is something wrong?" Her eyes drank in the sensuality of his physique. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? Why did she have to love him as much as she did? His voice cut across her thoughts.

"No, Phil. I just wanted to know if you would spend some time with me this evening. I have some things I need to talk to you about." His eyes focussed on his hands, studying each finger.

Knowing how she could barely disguise her feelings for him, she asked, "Is that wise, Ben? Can't we wait until after this trip is over?"

His eyes came up and locked with hers. "No. What I have to say needs to be said before we say goodbye." Why did he feel a shaft of such brittle coldness shoot through his heart?

Phil swallowed, fighting the lump in her throat. "Goodbye?" she squeaked. Why did that thought fill her with such panic? She stared into Ben's eyes, finding in them much the same panic that she felt. Without volition, her head bobbed in acquiescence.

Soon the characteristic profile of Diamond Peak approached. Already the group in the dories could see several baloney boats drawn up on the shore. Many trips through the Canyon ended here at Diamond Creek. The final memories of their Canyon experience reduced to a long, dusty drive over the primitive dirt road that eventually reached the Hualapai Indian town of Peach Springs and finally out of Grand Canyon National Park.

"The first trip I took through the Canyon ended here. I watched a group of dories continue on down the river and I vowed then that I would never travel the Canyon on a baloney boat that stopped here." Phil turned to smile at the others in the dory. "I have never regretted that decision."

"Did you make it through Lava Falls on one of those monsters?" Ray asked.

"Nope! I got bounced off of the pontoon and learned the hard way how to swim through a rapid. I think that baloney boat jinxed me." Her eyes twinkled with buried humor as she crossed her heart with a finger. "But...I will make it through Lava Falls one of these days. I swear I will."

"I believe you, Phil."

"Thank you, Ben." The smile that lit her face warmed his heart.

The dories continued down the river, Diamond Peak and Diamond Creek passing from view. As the day eased from morning to afternoon, the group of dories made a stop at Travertine Falls--everyone enjoying the opportunity to stand beneath the falling waters. It was as if each person realized that this adventure would soon end and they were determined to eek the last bit of pleasure from the Canyon.

Phil joined Ben in standing beneath the falling water. Closing her eyes, her memories slipped back several years to the time when Travis had proposed to her. It was under the waters of this waterfall that he'd asked her to marry him. She opened her eyes and found Ben's face inches from hers. The look in his eyes sent her pulse racing.

He watched as she opened her mouth to speak, but no words issued forth. He watched her tongue moisten her lips, sliding back and forth. As if drawn by a magnet he brought his lips to hers, pressing a gentle kiss on them. He was surprised when her arms slide around his neck and she returned his kiss with a passion he had tasted only in his dreams. His arms circled her slight form, and he whispered her name into her hair.

"Hey, Benny. You two are creating quite a stir. Mind you, it doesn't faze me in the least but..." Ray shrugged. Over his shoulders, Ben and Phil could see that they had, indeed, drawn considerable attention. Shaken, Phil broke away from his embrace and fled down the trail to the safety of the dories.

Ben could only stare at her retreating back and ponder the conflicting signals she sent him. Where did he stand with her? Could he make her forget that other man? Could he find the love he once had had? Could Phil forgive him?

All too soon the dories passed 237 Mile Rapid, the last rapid of the Canyon. The terrifying rapids of Powell's journey--Separation Rapid and the ones that followed--were drowned beneath the waters of Lake Mead. Imperceptibly, the waters of the Colorado calmed and the dories glided on the waters of Lake Mead toward their last camp at Separation Canyon.

* * *

Chatter flowed easily over a dinner of grilled chicken, baked potatoes with sour cream and chives, broccoli, and a crisp green salad. Josie produced a heavenly cherry cheesecake for dessert. Later, the group around the fire demanded the guitar and one last round of singing filled the Canyon with music.

Phil excused herself from the group and wandered down to where the dories bumped against each other. Standing at water's edge, it was hard to believe that they truly were on the banks of Lake Mead. Only the knowledge of what lay below the waters in front of her made it real. Closing her eyes, she imagined what it would have been like to shoot the rapids that had terrified Powell's men and led to the rift in his group. Before the advent of Lake Mead, the rapids below Separation Canyon, although nowhere near Lava Falls' ferocity, were respectable in their own right.

"Phil?" The voice came to her out of the dusk.

Phil jumped. So engrossed in her thoughts, she had not heard Ben's approach. "Ben...you startled me."

"I'm sorry, Phil. What were you thinking about?" His voice was tender, almost a murmur.

Phil motioned with her head. "I was imagining what it would have been like to shoot the rest of these rapids."

"The ones covered by the lake?"

Phil nodded and turned back to the water. "I've always wondered if they were as bad as Powell made them out to be. Now, I guess I'll never know." Ben chuckled and Phil glanced over her shoulder at him, curious. "What so amusing?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "I wouldn't say amusing...more like amazing."

Returning her attention to the river and the Canyon walls opposite, she nodded in agreement. "Amazing? I guess I'd have to agree with you on that. This Canyon is truly amazing."

"I wasn't thinking about the Canyon, Phil. I was thinking about you."

Startled, Phil spun around. "Me?" She shook her head. "I'm not amazing, Ben. I'm just...me. No, if you want to talk about amazing then let's talk about Cat."

Grinning widely, Ben acquiesced, "Okay, let's talk about Cat."

"Okay. What shall we talk about?" she asked, surprised again by this unpredictable man.

Ben thought for a moment then, in a voice deep and silken, said, "Tell me how you two met."

"You already know that Ben. I know Cat told you all about that," she remarked, pleased at how nonchalant she sounded.

"True, but I'd like to hear your side of the story," he gently wheedled.

"Really, why?"

Ben shrugged and stared at the canyon walls on the other side of the river. "Does it matter?"

"No, I guess it doesn't."

Ben glanced sideways at her. "So...will you tell me your story?"

Phil nodded. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him down with her until they were seated side by side staring out across the river.

Ben leaned back until he rested on his elbows. He watched Phil organize her thoughts and begin her story. He listened as her husky voice recounted the events of last summer. He thought he would again experience the fear he'd experienced when Cat told him of the mineshaft. But Phil's recounting was laced with her self-deprecating humor and he found himself chuckling as she told of her ordeal.

"So, after I got out of the hospital, I spent a week with Cat." Phil paused and her voice lowered as she continued, "We talked a lot about you. She told me about what had happened since I last saw you. She told me about..." It was still so hard to say that woman's name. Every time she did, the loss and pain of Ben's desertion flared anew. "Cat told me about Victoria and what she did to you." Phil sighed, and looked away from the man stretched out beside her.

Ben watched Phil's profile and once more felt the loss of her love in his heart. He watched her turn her attention back to him.

"I did my best to convince her that I'd put you behind me but you know her! She saw right through me, Ben. Made me madder than..."

Ben grinned remembering the chewing out she'd given him and Lloyd after their little adventure in the woods. "I know the feeling, Phil."

"She did help me to put most of the bitterness behind me. I just wasn't prepared when she offered to contact you. I'm sorry, Ben, I should've let her set up a meeting between us." Her head dropped until she rested her chin on her knees.

"I don't think that would've been possible, Phil."

"No?" Phil glanced at him out of the side of her eyes.

Ben shook his head. "When Cat offered to contact you on my behalf I nearly came unglued. Just the thought of seeing you again frightened me. What would I say to you? Would you hate me? When Cat told me you'd never married, I thought you'd drawn back up into your shell--afraid of trusting any man ever again. How could you ever forgive me for doing that to you?" He could manage no more than a hoarse whisper.

Phil rested a hand on Ben's. "Is that why you never contacted me?"

"Partly. Then, as time went by and you didn't contact me, I convinced myself that you couldn't possibly love me like Cat said you did. I convinced myself that if you still loved me you would make the first move."

"Me? Why me?" Her voice rose in surprise.

Ben sighed raggedly and ran a thumb across is left eyebrow. "It was the only way I could deal with my feelings for you. I couldn't face contacting you only to have you tell me that you hated me. I couldn't face that, Phil. I still don't know if I can."

"What do you mean?" Phil turned her full attention on the Mountie.

This was it, the time of reckoning. Ben knew that he had to make his intentions clear. It was now or never. Sitting up, he clasped her hand in his. "Phil, I know you don't want to hear this but I have to say it..."

"No, Ben!" Phil drew her hand away as if burned. Somehow she knew what he wanted to say, what she couldn't bear to hear. "We agreed not to talk about this until the trip was over. Now is not a good time to bring up these things."

"Why isn't it, Phil? There's nothing in our pasts that we can't share with each other. There's nothing that we really need to discuss." Ben's voice deepened with intensity.

"You don't know all of it, Ben." Phil thought about their daughter.

"Then tell me," he pled.

"I can't, Ben, not here and not now."

"Why?" He reached for her and pulled her against his chest. "Do you deny that the fire we once knew burns in your veins? Can you deny that you want me as much as I want you?"

A pulse beat at the base of her throat and swelled as though her heart had risen from its usual place. "No, Ben, I can't deny that. But it's not enough."

"Then what is? Do you want me to beg?" He kissed her ear and ran a line of kisses down her throat. He felt her wildly beating pulse beneath his lips.

"No, Ben." Phil planted her hands in his chest then scooted back away from him, a haunted look in her eyes. It would be so easy to get lost in the way he looked at her.

"Phil, I won't hurt you." He let all of his longing and loneliness flow through the words.

"That's want you said all those years ago..."

"But..."

Phil's hand sliced angrily between them. "No, let me finish. You told me that you would never willingly hurt me. You told my brothers that. But that's exactly what you did! You threw my love away like it was worthless." Tears threatened to blind her and she swiped angrily at them.

"I'm sorry, Phil." He reached for her again.

"Sorry isn't good enough, Fraser!" She shouted at him letting him hear all the hurt and pain that she'd lived with since he'd left her. She didn't care who heard. Painful memories controlled her actions. "I needed you when Lin..." She stumbled to a stop. No, now wasn't the time nor place for that. Swallowing convulsively, she continued in a subdued voice, "I needed you, Ben, more than you will ever know, but you weren't there for me. You were never there for me."

A soul-piercing ache lodged in his heart. Would she never forgive him for what he had done to her? "I'm sorry, Phil."

"Stop saying that! We're both way past the 'sorry' stage." Phil drew in a breath and glanced at Ben to see the pain mirrored in the depths of his blue eyes. The anger melted away as she recalled the things she had learned about Ben's life after they parted.

Time seemed to stop as they stared into each other's eyes. Finally, Phil spoke, "I'm sorry, too, Ben." She broke eye contact and stared across the river. "I know now that if I'd been more sure of myself and your love...if I'd only come to you when..." No, she couldn't tell Ben about that.

"When what, Phil?" he asked hunting for a meaning to all that she'd said.

Searching for something to say that would not bring up the image of their daughter, Phil finally whispered, "When you broke our engagement." She was glad he couldn't see her face. If he could, he would have seen the lie written all across it.

Ben had noticed the little slips in Phil's story. She was hiding something from him--something important. "Phil, what is it you're not telling me?" Phil's startled reaction told him everything he needed to know.

"I can't tell you that, Ben. Not here, not now!"

"But you could tell Cat?" Suddenly things fell into place--the distraction he had sensed in Cat, the small slips, the times he had caught something (pity? sorrow?) in Cat's eyes.

"Ben, I told you when this trip began that there were things we needed to discuss." She waited until Ben slowly nodded his head. "This is one of those things that must wait. No, don't ask me anything more because I won't tell you."

"But you did tell Cat, didn't you?" The accusation oozed from him.

Phil closed her eyes then opened them and turned back to stare at the river. "Yes," she whispered.

"Why her and not me?"

"It was an accident, Ben." She turned her head to look at him once more. "I never meant to tell her. It just slipped out."

"Does it concern me?" What was this deep, dark secret that Phil shared with Cat but wouldn't share with him?

"Yes."

"Were you ever going to tell me?" There was a double meaning in the question.

Phil hung her head. "I honestly never thought I would ever see you again. So, I put all that behind me and went on with my life. Then I met Cat..."

"And?" Ben pushed.

"...and I was forced to face all my memories of you--everything that happened between us and everything that happened after you left me. I knew then that someday I would have to tell you the rest of the story." Her husky voice broke as she finished. "I just didn't think it would come so soon."

"Will you tell me now?"

"No."

"Don't you think I have a right to know?"

"Right?" The anger built again. "You lost all your rights when you broke our engagement. I told Cat that if anyone was going to tell you my story it would have to be me. That's my right. It's my story and I'll tell you when I damn well think it's appropriate and now isn't it!"

Ben stared at Phil's profile, the anger in her voice echoing in his mind. How could he reach her? Desperately, he schooled his voice to a calm even timbre. "Phil, regardless of what this story is about, it doesn't change my feelings. I've fallen in love with you all over again." He hung his head, swallowing the panic he felt. "Phil...I love you, Phil, and...and I can't be satisfied with just your friendship."

Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes. "Do you still feel something for me? Do you still love me? I think you do, Phil, and I can't begin to tell you how happy that makes me. But..." He drew in a shaky breath. It was now or never. "If you can't get past this deep dark secret and forgive me, then..." This was it. Did he have the strength to say it? "...then I don't ever want to see you again. I'm...I'm sorry, Phil. I can't settle for less than your love."

Phil sat in shocked silence. "What are you saying, Ben?"

Ben dropped his eyes to stare at his hands. "It's simple, really. I believe Arthur Symons said it best.

If I can't have your love then I don't want your friendship. It's all or nothing, Phil. I cannot stand by and watch you fall in love with someone else." He raised his eyes once more and whispered, "God, I pray that it is all but if it is to be nothing, then at least I'll know that I can stop looking for love. My dreams of love will die with you."

"All or nothing?" Phil could barely believe what Ben had just said. Not content to take their relationship one step at a time, he was prepared to risk it all. Was she? Was she ready to accept him back whole-heartedly? Who was she kidding? As much as she loved him, he still must earn her trust, if ever. And, like it or not, Ben must hear the story of his daughter. What right did he have trying to force her into a decision before she was ready?

Jumping to her feet, she stared down at Ben. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "How dare you try to force that on me before I'm ready! If there is to ever be something between us, Fraser, you'd better learn not to try and force my hand. It might backfire on you. Just remember...I got along just fine without you." Spinning on her heels, she ran from the man she still loved.

"Whoa! Hold on a minute, Phil. Where are you going in such a hurry?" Ray caught Phil and swung her around into his arms. He was surprised to find her shaking like a leaf.

Knowing that Ben wanted to talk to Phil, Ray had followed at a discreet distance and positioned himself to intercept anyone who might interfere with the conversation taking place on the bank of the river. He witnessed the raised voices, not able to understand them, but knowing that some dirty laundry was most likely being aired. He actually thought that was a good sign--until Phil sprang to her feet and ran back toward camp.

"Damn, damn, damn. Oh...Ray..." Phil dissolved in tears.

"Now, now, Phil, things are all right..." The compassionate phrases continued as Ray held her in his arms. He watched Ben rise to his feet and stalk toward them until he stood an arms-length away. The look Ben sent him told Ray more than he needed to know. Ben opened his mouth to speak, even reached for Phil, but Ray shook his head and continued whispering to the woman in his arms. Motioning with his head, he directed Ben back to the camp. Ben's shoulders sagged but he obeyed Ray's unvoiced command.

Soothingly, Ray whispered in her ear, "Come on, Phil. Let's go someplace where we can talk."

"I don't want to talk, Ray. I've talked too much this evening as it is," Phil replied, the anger evident in her voice.

"Probably. But I don't think you want to go back to the camp in the state you're in, do you?"

Phil slowly shook her head. "Okay. I'll go with you--just so you understand that I'm all talked out."

Ray caught the edge to Phil's voice. "I understand, Phil. Believe me I do and I won't ask you to say any more than you want to."

Ray led Phil back to the bank of the river and settled onto the ground beside her. "What happened?"

"Nothing." She stewed in silence.

Not to be put off, Ray spoke in the same soothing voice, "Phil, something happened. What did Benny do?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Why couldn't Ray leave it alone? She didn't want to talk about Ben or anything to do with him. All or nothing--she still couldn't believe he'd actually said that.

Ray was very bad at taking hints. "Let me guess...he told you he loved you, didn't he?" Phil nodded her head. "Is that what upset you?" Phil shook her head. A minute passed then two. Ray let her find the words she needed.

"No, I guess it was several things that he said that upset me. But, I don't want to talk about it." She paused then, in a subdued voice, said, "I'm sorry, Ray. I'm not mad at you and I don't mean to take it out on you. I just..." She sighed tiredly and bowed her head.

"I understand, Phil." Realizing that Phil wouldn't volunteer any information, he decided it was time for another tactic. Drawing her into his arms, he laid his cheek on the top of her head. "Benny can sure be irritating at times. I think the thing that infuriates me the most is his assumption that he knows the best way to do things. It's either his way or nothing."

Phil winced. That hit a little to close to home. All or nothing. Slowly nodding her head in agreement, she whispered to the T-shirt in front of her face. "I know what you mean, Ray. With him, it's all or nothing. No taking it slowly, step by step. No, it's gotta be all or nothing."

It was Ray's turn to wince. Had Benny actually demanded all or nothing? "I take it that means your love or nothing."

Phil nodded again. Slowly extracting herself from Ray's comforting arms, Phil drew her knees up and rested her chin on them. How could he do that to her? Turning her head slightly so she could see Ray's face, she angrily asked, "What right does he have to demand that of me? He lost that right years ago when he broke our engagement. Doesn't he realize it isn't as simple as he thinks it is?"

"That might be partly my fault, Phil," Ray volunteered.

"In what way?" she asked, curious.

"I told him that all he needed to do was apologize to you. I'm sorry, Phil. I honestly, thought that that was all it would take."

"Well, it won't, Ray. It's going to take a lot more from him before I can even begin to think about forgiving him for what he's done--for the pain he's caused me."

"Phil, he's suffered a lot, too. That bitch, Victoria..."

"Don't mention that name to me, Ray." She curtly cut him off.

Ray nodded in understanding. "All I meant was that ever since she blew back into Benny's life and hurt him, he's had these problems. I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone hurt him like she did...not even you."

"Me? Me? Me hurt him?" She laughed hysterically. "Dammit, Ray, you have no idea what you're saying. You have absolutely no idea how he hurt me..."

"No, I don't, but it couldn't be anywhere near as bad as what happened to him."

"He left me, Ray," Phil hissed through clenched teeth. "He left me for a criminal--for a lying, stinking murderer. He wasn't there when I needed him, when Lindy..." She froze, her hand flying to her mouth, realization stark in her eyes. Her mouth had betrayed her once more.

"Lindy?" Ray pounced on the name like it was a clue in a particularly puzzling case.

Phil bowed her head, angry at Ben, angry at her inability to keep her mouth shut, angry at Ray for knowing her secret. "I'm not going to discuss her with you, Ray." It was a meaningless gesture. She knew Ray wouldn't be satisfied until he knew the whole story. She felt the tears gather once more. Would Ray tell Ben about Lindy?

"Who is she, Phil?" Ray gently queried.

"Someone I used to know." She choked on a sob.

Sensing Phil's distress, Ray again drew her into his arms. Who was this Lindy and why did she have this effect on Phil? "Tell me about her."

Phil shook her head. "No, Ray. I can't. I have to tell Ben but...oh, Ray...I don't know how I'm going to do that. How can I tell him about her?" She sobbed heavily and leaned into Ray's embrace.

Holding her close, Ray gently stroked circles on her back. "Who is Lindy, Phil? What does she have to do with you and Benny?"

Phil realized that there was no going back. It seemed she was doomed to accidentally reveal the existence of Ben's daughter to his friends. Or maybe it wasn't accidental--maybe her subconscious mind knew something she didn't. Phil sniffed and drew strength from Ray's solid support. In a voice that hinted at a suppressed sadness, she whispered, "Lindy was my daughter...Ben's daughter."

Shocked, Ray's hands stilled for a moment then began their soothing circles again. Daughter? Ben had a daughter? Ben and Phil had a daughter? "Benny has a daughter?" The words caught in his throat.

Slightly hysterical, Phil laughed darkly. "Not anymore. Lindy died over ten years ago. He never knew he had a daughter. I tried to tell him but he broke off our engagement for that woman and he never knew about her."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God...I'm so sorry, Phil." Ray's heart ached for his friend and the sorrow Ben had yet to experience. "Is this what you've been telling Fraser you needed to discuss?"

Phil nodded. "I couldn't tell him that while we were here in the Canyon. You know how that kind of news will affect him."

It was Ray's turn to nod his head. "It would kill him."

"I'll tell him once we're back where we belong. I promised Cat I would tell him someday. I guess that day is almost here."

"Cat knows?" If she did that would explain even more some of the things Cat alluded to when she had visited this past Christmas. She knew about Benny's daughter.

Phil nodded. "I didn't mean to tell her but it just slipped out. Sort of like it did with you. I've been so careful around Ben I guess I let my guard slip around someone else."

"Ben has no idea?"

"No, and you're not to tell him, Ray. This is something I have to do. He has to know about her before we can even think about what might or might not exist between us. Damn him! Damn his 'all or nothing'. Damn him, Ray. Why can't he just leave me alone? Why couldn't Martin be the one to replace him in my heart? Why can't I find someone to replace him? Damn him, Ray." She continued to cry onto his shoulder.

It was all so clear to him. Phil would never find someone to replace Ben in her heart because they were meant to be together. Soul mates, Cat had said. "You love him, Phil, that's all that matters. After you tell him about his daughter then the two of you can start over--find the love you both lost," Ray spoke, his voice filled with conviction.

"It's not that simple, Ray." Phil pushed away from Ray's embrace, wiping at her eyes. "Even if I do love him, I don't trust him. If I can't trust him with my heart then there can never be anything between us. I guess he was right. It is 'all or nothing'. Either I can trust him or I can't. I guess that's something that I'll have to discover after..."

"...after you tell him about his daughter?"

Phil nodded. "Ray, promise me you won't say anything to Ben about Lindy. It's my responsibility to tell him, not yours--not Cat's. I promise I'll tell him soon."

"I won't tell him, Phil."

"Thank you, Ray. You really are a good friend."

"Yeah, yeah. But he's gonna need more than a good friend when you tell him."

Phil bit her lip. "I know, Ray, and I promise you, I'll be there for Ben when he needs me. I know how much I needed him when Lindy died and I won't make him suffer through this alone--not like I did."

"Phil, I'm so sorry." Ray's voice broke with sadness.

"There's no need, Ray. I lived through it and Ben will too. Who knows? Maybe I'll learn to trust him. Maybe we can start over. Who knows?"

"Well, if you want my opinion. I think you two would be stupid to let this chance pass you by."

"You may be right, Ray." Seeking some way to change the subject, Phil grasped at a thought that had troubled her for several days. "Now I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Are you going to let your chance for love pass you by? Casey loves you and she is still waiting for you."

Taken completely by surprise, Ray was speechless for a moment. Sighing deeply, he replied, "Ah dammit, Phil, Benny said you didn't fight fair. He was right, as usual." He chewed on his lip as he thought about the woman he loved. "I promise you, Phil, once you and Benny get yourselves straightened out, I'll contact Casey. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise."

* * *

To be continued (?)

***Excerpted from 'First Through the Grand Canyon' by Major John Wesley Powell

Copyright March 1998 by Cassandra Hope

1. On a Collision Course--Redux
2. Second Chances
3. A Cop, a Mountie, and a Dory
4. Canyon Interlude by Carol Trendall
5. Rhyme of a Not-so-Ancient Mariner
6. Down the Valley of the Shadow
7. The Heart Remembers
8. You Call This Lucky?
9. Ghost of a Chance
10. The Soul of a Friend
11. 'Spuds' McKenzie
12. A Taste of Paradise
13. Nemesis
14. By Day and Night
15. Crossroads