Grumpy had just completed a gruelling trip in the roadtrain, going from Kalgoorlie, to Lienster, to Norseman, to Port Augusta, and then up through the Stuart Highway, to Alice Springs, where he decided he needed to stop and relax a bit.
He owned his own roadtrain, so where and when he pulled up, was entirely up to him. He booked a room at the Gap hotel, showered and dried off. As he dried himself, he studied himself in the mirror.
He saw a man, who stood four inches above six feet, broad-shouldered, muscular, but with a typical truckie's paunch, not big, but still noticeable. He had fairly well structured legs that held all this body erect. His hair was a dark brown. reaching down below his shoulders, and he sported a beard the guys from ZZTop would be proud to sport. His eyes, a darkish blue, stared out from all that hair.
Not bad! Not bad at all, he thought, for a fifty-one-year-old bloke who'd never married. He combed his hair, and tied it back in a pony tail, then combed the beard, which almost reached his lower chest. He slipped on a pair of Levi's that he loved, because not only did they hug his butt tightly, but were comfortable on his bike. As it was hot, he put on a loose white shirt, and buttoned it up, leaving the top three buttons open - he hated tight things around his neck. Besides, the beard hid that, and the abundance of chest hairs he'd grown over the years.
He left his room, and sauntered into the dining room, where a noisy mob of Yankee tourists was congregating. He looked them over, and noticed a tallish, dark-skinned lady, around the late thirty's mark, he thought, a little round, good-looking. She casually looked in his direction and eye contact was made for the briefest second.
Grumpy sat and ate his steak, chips, eggs, tomatoes, salad, and bread rolls meal in silence, drinking straight Jack Daniels. His eyes again cast over the American tourists. Again, he caught her eye. Was she studying him? Naaah, she was just checking out the room and people.
He got up, and went to the men's room, and as he exited, he bumped into a lady, heading into the ladies room, right next to the men's.
"Excuse me," he said, without looking up, until he saw the black slacks the lady was wearing. Only one lady in the tourist group had them on. He looked up. Yes, it was her.
"Oh that's all right. I should be looking where I'm going!" she said, in an accent he couldn't work out.
She's not American, he thought.
They parted. Grumpy went into the bar, had two more drinks and called a taxi. He headed off to the Diamond Springs Casino, for a night of losing money, as he called it.
Eva crossed her legs primly at the ankles, and listened as the tour guide talked about the sights they were passing by. However, she only listened with half an ear. Her mind wandered, mostly over the last few weeks, and the good fortune that brought her to Australia for an extended vacation.
Evangelina Jackson was forty-eight years old, and some days, she felt all the weight of those years. But she knew she didn't look her age...too many people had looked openly startled when she had told them how old she was. Good genes, she supposed, from her mother's side of the family. She was in Australia for a month, with the possibility of remaining for a longer time, if she liked what she saw...and was brave enough to try and make a new life somewhere other than in Cedarwood.
Her father, the parson in that laid-back rural town, had been gravely ill for many months prior to his not-unexpected death, and Eva had been his sole caregiver for those months, and the years before that, when his health first began to fail. Now, she was alone, and she felt the fear rise inside her as she contemplated the scenery outside the tour bus windows.
At 5' 9" she was not a short woman, and her broad shoulders and long legs proclaimed her to be someone to be reckoned with. Her caramel-colored skin stood out in stark contrast to the pale complexion of her fellow tourists, except for the darker-skinned couple who had confided in her that this was their honeymoon tour.
The bus pulled back into the hotel parking lot, and she stepped out, feeling the hot sun of the Australian summer pelting her. She pulled the cute little straw hat down firmly and slid her sunglasses over her eyes, as she hurried into the relative coolness of the shade under the marquee. There was nothing left to do for the afternoon...but she didn't feel like taking a nap, as she had done every afternoon since she had arrived. Maybe she could stroll down to Todd Mall...a little window shopping would be welcome.
She turned in the direction of the taxi stand, and noticed the tall, rough-looking man from dinner the night before, just exiting the hotel and heading in her direction. She hurried ahead, though she could not have said why, and stopped next to the closest cab.
"I'd like to go to Todd Mall," she said, and got into the cab without looking.
If anyone had asked why she was suddenly so nervous, she would have been hard pressed to respond.
When Grumpy woke up that morning, he had already decided he needed some new "hard yakka" shorts for work, and some singlets. So, the morning consisted of washing the truck, and heading back to the hotel. He didn't feel like lunch, so he grabbed his wallet, and headed out to the taxi stand, where a lone taxi waited. As he strode toward it. 'Miss America', as he now called her, rushed in front, without a glance in his direction, and jumped in, saying she wanted to go to the mall, where he was headed.
He managed to get into town, did his shopping, and then went to the cafe and bought a coffee. He wandered outside, where there were tables set up under umbrellas. As he sat down, he saw her again, crossing the road, coming to the cafe.
Dammit, he thought, I'm going to speak to her, no matter what happens. He didn't stop to ask himself why he wanted to do that. As she walked by to enter, he said,
"Hello! Enjoyin' ya holiday, are ya?"
"Huh?" She looked at him, startled for a second. "Oh, its you! Hello...er, yes, thank you, I am!"
She kept walking. He watched as she went inside, her butt swinging sexily. He waited for her to come out, and said invitingly,
"You can sit with me, if you want!"
She looked at him again and then said, "Thank you!" and sat down opposite him.
"They call me Grumpy," he said, holding out his hand.
"Eva," She replied, shaking his hand very timidly. Then she cocked an inquiring brow. "Grumpy...as in the seven dwarfs?"
"Well, kinda, but more coz I'm a grumpy git when things don't go right!" he chuckled.
"Oh, a man with a temper"...she said, sounding dejected.
"Not really, Eva! It's more coz I ride a Harley, and the blokes I work with reckon I get a grumpy look on my face when I ride."
"Oh, you ride a motorbike too?" She sounded dismayed.
"Well, don't let it put you off me or anything," he said hastily. "I just love the freedom of the wind in my face, the freedom to go where I want."
He watched her face.
"Oh!" She sipped her coffee, then admitted, "I sort of always wanted to ride on a bike, but dad said that men on bikes have no respect for ladies!" She kept her eyes on her cup, not looking at him.
"Naaaah, that's not true! I respect ladies. Shit, if I didn't, me dad'd jump out of his grave and boot me in the jacksie!" He chuckled merrily.
"And what, sir, is a jacksie?" she wanted to now, finally looking him in the eye.
