such a difficult thing

They'd told Kal that Bella was just fine and that he didn't need to worry, but he hadn't heard from her in ages. He'd been on the road for the most part.

Of course, the most relaxing thing for him was the fact that he could be making music most of the night. He'd met some fine musicians along the way. And there were people who wanted to listen to them. What more could he ask for?

But this vegan diet was a lot to get use to. The company of course was all supportive of this endeavor of melody. Music was like a religion to them, and he had to say he'd never had a chance to be this devoted to music. Bella wasn't that supportive.

Perhaps that was why he hadn't thought so much about her in the beginning when he left. She complained to much. He'd hoped she would have been a lot stronger. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but the girl was no pioneer to the nomadic life, and it had taken a toll on him.

He wished he'd never brought her to Texas. He wished he didn't have to think about her, especially with Nadine around.

Now that girl knew her stuff. She could play about any instrument. And she had the beat along with the soul to capture just about any mood. Sometimes, she liked to sing without any music. She said she liked to sing like the women sang long ago while doing the wash while out on the prairie. So when she gave a concert, you never knew what you might get. It was different everytime.

Not only that, but she was stunning with her wild hair, her golden skin and eyes like diamonds, and Kal felt like he was her student. She was a good ten years older than him, but he only felt it in her experience of music, and for the first time, he knew what he wanted. He wanted a little of Nadine's soul.