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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍 was at it's highest as Stella and Montana stood in the clinic and put away supplies for doc, who was out making his rounds. Stella noticed her daughter's quiet demeanor as she continued putting away supplies, as Montana would always tell her about her walks with Makayl and Nicki, or the therapy session with Mrs. Stafford-Smythe.

"You're awfully quiet this morning." Stella said as she put the gauze in the supply cabinet. "Everything okay?"

"Huh, oh, I'm alright mama." Montana smiled as she placed tongue depressors in the jar. "Just a lot on my mind."

"I can definitely tell something is weighing on your mind." Stella said as she placed clinical swabs in the jar. "What is it?"

Before anything could be said, Jack entered the clinic. Stella turned her head, and smiled at him. Montana however thought about their conversation they had during their lunch date: how he will only be helping the wealthy, working with people who pays their fees. It bothered her.

"Hi Jack. It's not your hand again is it?" Stella questioned

Jack looked down at his finger, then looked at Montana. "It's my finger. I think it's broken."

"There needs to be a law against giving you a hammer, hon." Stella said

"Mrs. Lawrence, to be fair, the first time I hurt myself, it was on a wire." Jack said, then looked at Montana, who gently smiled at him

"Montana, why don't you look at his hand, while I put these away in the back?" Stella suggested as she walked towards the back room

Montana gently took his hand in her's, and examined his finger. "Can you bend it?"

Jack gently held her hand and smiled at her. "Guess I can."

Montana pulled her hand away, and spoke. "I think it's just a bruise. I can splint it if it's broken. It might be quite cumbersome."

"Just leave it." Jack said. "Have lunch with me at the Mercantile today."

"I'm sorry. I can't." Montana said

Jack gave her a look of disappointment. "Oh, tomorrow then?"

"I have Mrs. Stafford-Smythe to tend to." Montana said

"Oh well maybe we can find time..." Jack said but was cut off by Montana

"Jack, do you want the splint?" Montana sharply asked

Jack shook his head. "No. No split." he said

Montana nodded. "Then excuse me. I have work to finish." she said, as she turned and walked away, as Connor also walked out the door

At the end of the day, Montana slipped her gloves over her hands while her pink beret sat atop her beautiful blonde hair. As she opened the door to the clinic, she saw Jack sitting on the bench outside.

Montana shook her head and she walked down the steps. "Montana wait." Jack said

"I have to get home Jack. I have things to do." Montana said

"Why are you being like this?" Jack questioned

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Montana said as she continued walking

"Yes you do." Jack said. "Please stop walking and talk to me."

Montana heaved a sigh, and wiped her silent tears. "When the ranch sells, you'll be moving back to New York, right?" she questioned

Jack was hesitant to answer. "Well, yes."

"I'll be staying here, so where does that leave us? You'll go back to a life. I can barely imagine. Being with rich clients in a big office, going to fancy dances with orchestras, dancing with beautiful well-bred girls, in beautiful dresses. All the while, you won't even remember me." Montana said as her tears fell.

"Montana I—"

"I have to go." Montana tearfully said. "Don't follow me."

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In the Lawrence home, Stella, Johnny, Montana, Robby, and Hailey sat at the dinner table eating dinner, when a knock was heard at the back door.

"Let's see who that is." Johnny said as he stood up and walked to the back door. He opened the door to Lydia's husband Clark, who held a note in his hand. "Hey, Clark"

"Evening, Johnny. Awful sorry to interrupt your family meal." Clark said

"Would you and Lydia like to join us, Clark?" Stella offered

"Oh, no thank you ma'am, I just came to drop this by. It's for Ms. Montana." Clark said as he gave the note to Johnny to give to Montana

Montana placed her napkin and silverware on the table and opened the note and read it carefully. "Oh, it seems, Jack hurt himself again. I better go check on him. I'll be back as soon as I can mama."

Montana grabbed her pink shawl, as well as her pink beret, and walked out the door.

"Thank you Clark." Johnny said as he shook his hand

"Sure." Clark said

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On the Lockhart ranch, Montana walked up the steps to the newly remodeled home. Looking through the windows, it was dark, but the room seemed to be lit with candles, so she carefully walked inside.

"Jack?" Montana said as she walked inside. "What is it?"

Connor carefully opened the music box. "I believe this belonged to my aunt. Probably meant a great deal to my uncle." he said as the music from the music box began to play

Walking towards the beautiful blonde he had fallen head over heels in love for, he continued. "This isn't a fancy ballroom. There isn't an orchestra. But if I can have this dance, I promise you, Montana, I will never forget it, because it's with a woman who means the world to me." he said as he held his hand out to her.

Montana tearfully smiled as she placed her hand in his. Wrapping one arm around her waist, and keeping one hand in her's, she placed her free hand on his shoulder. The two danced and moved in perfect rhythm of each other. Gently pulling her body closer to his, he rested her forehead against her's.

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"You know this doesn't change anything Jack." Montana softly smiled as he walked her up to the door

"I think it changes everything." Jack said

"I should go inside." Montana smiled

Just as she was about to open the door, she felt a hand in her's and it gently spun her around. "I'll see you tomorrow." Jack said

"Yeah." Montana smiled as she kissed his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." The beautiful blonde opened the door and walked inside, gently smiling at him as she closed the door.