| Straight: Serial Stories: Wolf Creek Chapter 11 (1/6) |
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Ada Albin Raven and Frank Wolf were married on a beautiful, clear and crisp, spring morning in 1927 in the glade by the cascading eastern arm of Wolf Creek about midway between Brook House and Hagen’s Saw Mill in the lower reaches of Hahn’s Peak. Ada had wanted to be married in the open air of the Rocky Mountains, and she could think of no more beautiful spot than the one where she and Pete Fair had met and made love. She meant no disrespect for her new husband, but her afternoons spent dallying with the young Pete Fair in this glade had been the happiest of her recent memory, and she wanted to recapture that atmosphere for her second wedding day. The construction of the main lodge at the Wolf Creek Ranch had progressed quickly and smoothly and there would be a large open space under a massive roof and protected by log walls for the wedding party to retreat to. If the failure of his latest attempt to court Ada had been reflected in William Hagen’s demeanor toward her after she had stood him up for their dinner appointment in Denver’s Brown Palace Hotel—and had not returned to her room the entire night while he frantically kept trying to get in touch with her—this never became apparent to Ada. Hagen gave the construction of her dude ranch complex priority. Ada, in turn, came to Denver frequently to consult on the interior design work for his other projects—and when she was in Denver, Pete Fair continued to find a way to meet with her alone and ravish her body, as she melted to, with his masterful, youthful cock play. William Hagen did not attend Ada’s wedding to Frank, and if she had any inkling that he could not bring himself to do so because it was just too painful to lose her in marriage to another man yet again, she did not permit herself to think about it. Pete Fair did attend, however, while being on the scene to supervise some aspect of the lodge construction. And Ada’s choice of their love nest for her wedding was not in the least lost on him. Aunt Martha and her Thaddeus, of course, were there as well as young Hugh, who at twelve, no longer could be called little; he was growing up with promise to be straight and tall and handsome. And to Ada’s delight, her other surviving son, Dan, also was in attendance, accompanied by her old entrepreneur friends, George Vaughn and James Shaffer, who declared not only that they wanted to accompany Dan on the journey but that they also wanted to come see the miracle that was rising in the hidden Colorado Valley that Estelle Hopewell so famously had written about. And Estelle was there along with the novelist J. Harvey Kincaid, scouting, they said, for where they were going to force all of their literary and artistic friends to congregate as the ranch’s first paying guests. Estelle, in particular, was claiming that this was her project, that it was her idea and initiative to create a celebrity hideaway here in this Colorado mountain valley—and to a great extent she was justified in thinking so. Estelle’s husband was no where to be seen. He had become very taken with the activities of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis in Europe and was using his extensive prestige in the United States as the modern adventurer darling to promote U.S. isolationism in the disturbing gathering of storm clouds across the Atlantic. Estelle had decided that |
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