Disclaimer: I am making no money
what so ever off this, all though.. naw nevermind, I'm not.
Well the song belongs to Garth Brooks "That 'Ol wind"
I was listening to it and was inspired! Well this is a alternate
reality story. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is STRONGLY suggested.
Good or bad I don't care.
Sarah watched as the little red haired boy crunched down
the last of his cereal. She sat and watched this amusing sight
for several minutes. When the dinging of the old grandfather
clock grabbed her attention. 7:15.
"Rhemi it's past seven. Go put ya shoes on and get ya
books or ya gonna be late." Sarah said in her best "mother"
voice. The little boy looked up at the clock. Realizing
that his mother was right, began to conive his way out of
the horrible experiance of school.
"Oh momma my tummy hurts. I don't feel like going going
to school. I think I have chicken pox!" he said as he
pulled up his jeans to reveal several small red dots on his
"Ain't that the scrape you got when you fell off the
slide at Tommy's house yesterday?" Sarah said with a
small grin on her face. Trying to conive himself out of things
was one of the things he had picked up from his father. His
Father. She tried not to think about him much these days,
for they were happy memories that brought sad feelings.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a screen
door. "C'mon Mom!" a little voice yelled from the
She quickly gathered up her things for work and went out
to the car. She dropped Rhemi off in front of his school.
Just another day. She headed off toward the office. She worked
as an assistnt trainer at the Fairaton County Physical Therapy
Center. If she hadn't of loved her job she would have quit
three years ago, when she found over a half a million dollars
underneath an old busted porch board. She had assumed it was
money her Grandparents had been saving untill their death
a few years back.
A soft melody catches her ears. She reaches down and turns
the volume to more than ear shattering.
No it can't be. She thinks as she catches the tail end of
the all too familiar song.
The song is drowned out by the Dj's voice saying that Remy
Lebeau is back in town for his last United States show and
that tickets are available.
She pulled off to the side of the road. Her eyes began to
swell up with tears as she rememberd the last time she had
seen him. Remy.
It was a fairly cool night for August. The county fair was
having it's last night. It was a great time. Sarah had decided
that she would meet up with her friends when she got there.
Sarah walked around the fair grounds for a good ten minutes.
After one more round she decided she was tired and that she
needed a rest. She went and got herself a caramel apple and
a coke and sat down on a back row in front of a long stage.
A old white haired man (who reminded Sarah of Grandpa Jones
from HeeHaw) came out onto stage and began announcing the
next act. It was a young man named Remy. That was it, no last
name or anything. When he came out she realized how shockingly
beautiful he was. Being drawn in by his looks she stayed awhile.
He had a nice voice but it had too much of an accent for her
taste, French or something.
As she stood to leave she heard the singing stop,as did the
music. Then she heard his voice.
"Um 'cuse me chere, but maybe it not be good for my
reputation to be havin' beautiful ladies walk out on me in
the middle of a song. Eh?" She felt her face turn hot.
She kept on walking,hoping he wasn't talking to her.
"Miss? Chere? You wit de white stripe in your hair."
She stopped dead in her tracks. Now how many people had a
white stripe down the back of their heads. Her wish hadn't
been granted. As she turned to see her vocal admirer, she
felt a hundred or more eyes on her. She knew that her face
matched the color of his red hair to a tee.
She slowly made her way around. As she looked at him she
pointed to herself and mouthed "me" to him.
He gave a small laugh, "Of course you. How many other
belles do you see runnin 'round wit red and white hair? 'less
they be real patriotic." The wry grin on his face somehow
made her angry.
"Well 'cuse me suh, but ah hadn't been informed that
it was a crime to leave a free performance. Perhaps ah should
have asked before ah came." she said with sweet sarcasm
dripping on her voice.
"HAHA , you do have a fire in you." This was followed
by a quite laughter from a few of the crowd.
Sarah suddenly realized that their confrontation was being
watched by a fairground of people. This time her face did
not turn so red. As she sat down.
"Please if ya don't mind, continue." She said with
a gesture toward the stage.
"If you insist Madam. This song goes out to you."
He said, then began a beautiful melody about love and forgiveness.
After it was over she waited around intent on finding her
suave admirer. She felt a peck on her back and turned around
to see the same man standing before her.
"Hello chere, ya waitin' for me?"
"No ah was not," she stumbled for an excuse, "Ah
was merely tryin' to find some o' mah friends, that's all."
"I don' believe you chere. The fair almost closed an'
you ain't looking in the right direction." He stated
as he turned her head to the entrance of the fair.
Looking for a way out of this conversation she quickly changed
"Why do ya keep callin' me 'chere.' Ah have a name ya
know. And that ain't it."
"Then may I ask, what is your name, Mah cherie?"
"Sarah. It's Sarah. Sarah Hutchenson. You?"
"Ah, Sarah. What a beaut'ful name. Well then Miss. Hutchenson,
my name is Remy. Remy LeBeau."
"Hello Remy. Or shall I say Mr. LeBeau?"
"No, please, call me Remy. Care t' be joinin' me for
a few rides? I have all these free tickets an' noone t' ride
wit." He asked with the same wry grin on the face.
"Why ah'd be honored Mr. LeBeau, ah mean Remy."
she responed in her best Scarlet O'hara voice.
They spent hours just riding and talking. They rode every
ride at least four times.Sarah was beginning to fall in love
with this stranger, she hoped he felt the same.When the lights
went off and the rides stopped they were left alone outside
the gates of the old fair. A small rain had begun to
"Come wit me. Get you outa dis rain," he said as
he grabbed her hand and lead her to what looked to be an old
shed. He opened the door and turned on the lights. It was
filled with music and guitars.
"It ain't much, but it's home. Well for now. I be leavin
"Wha.. your leavin? Where?"
"Somewhere up near Nashville for about a week then on
to Memphis.Then? Lord knows where."
"Oh, so this is your last night?"
"Ah, Chere, mon amour," He said as he lifted her
head in his hands, "I not ever leave you."
She smiled a little at that. Then ever so slowly he bent
down and kissed her. "Ah... Ah.. Never..."
"Ssshhhh.. it okay. I love you." he stopped her
before she could finish. She had stayed the night with him.
The next moring he had pleaded with her to come with him.
She had said no. How could she? She was a freshman in college,
she had her whole life ahead of her. Her parents, she couldn't
hurt them like that, and her grandma only had a few more weeks
He called his manager and told him he wasn't leaving. His
manager told him it was impossible. He had a contract and
would suffer unreparable financial blows for both of them
if he didn't go. He could not do this to his manager who was
also his best friend.
The bus drove up in front of the shed. He begged her once
more to come with him. Once again she said no. They held each
other for a few precious moments, untill he had to go.
As he was getting on the bus he yelled out something she
would never forget.
"Oh you can't hol' back de wind, and if it's meant to
be again,den some day I'll find my way back to your arms."
Now as she sat in her car tears rolling down her eyes, she
wondered if it really was meant to be.
She had just dropped Rhemi off at her mother's house. She
parked in one of the many open parking lots. The marqee read
"Remy LeBuea," she gave a silent laugh at this.
At the end of the concert he played his biggest hit ever.
It was the song she had heard over and over on the radio,
but before that she had heard it from his tear stained face,
standing in front of an old beat up bus.
She listened now as the words were put to music. His voice
gently drownded the auditorium.
"Then the D.J.'s voice comes on and says
he's back in town tonight for one last show.
Her eyes swelled up with tears,
God could it be it's been ten years.
Since that Autumn night outside the county fair.
When two strangers shared the night,
and in the darkness found a light,
that to this day is still alive and burning there.
"He asked her twice to come along,
they said goodbye at the break of dawn.
Oh she can't hold back the wind,
and if it's meant to be again,
then some day she'll find her way back to his arms."
The song went on telling of the day they got together and
of the love they shared. She cried through most of it. After
it was all over, she dried her eyes and went backstage. She
saw him sitting there, on a small blue chair. Looking around
"Remy?" she asked "Remy, is that you?"
He looked up with a start. "Sarah.." He said when
his eyes met hers. They remanised of old times. They relived
the most perfect night they had ever experianced again that
night. In the morning he once again asked her to come. She
told him no. She told him of her son. She showed him a picture
and watched as his eyes saw his own staring back at him. There
was a slight spark in his eyes which faded when he told her
that he must be a lucky man.
She watched with a tear in her eye as the bus drove out one
more time. The last time she would ever see it.
"Ah guess that ol' wind has once again found it's way
home..." She said as a tear trickled down her face.
"Yeah I guess you right chere." a voice said as
two strong arms wrapped around her waste.
"Remy there's somethin ah need to tell ya, bout my son,
well he's... his father is... well he's your son." she
"I know chere, I seen it in the picture, he beautiful.
"Just like his daddy."
"Ha! Let's hope not."
They both laughed as they got into her car to go home.
"Hey chere," He said as he got into the car,"Have
you found anytin' suspicious under your porch..?"
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