Oh Nick Oh Nick of Valley Big, the Cowboy whom I did so dig.
Yeah, I admit it. One of the first fictional characters ever to occupy the imaginal realms of the pit, in terms of lovers, once I figured out what a lover was, or maybe it was actually before I'd figured it out, was Nick Barkley, the middle child cowboy of the Big Valley.
Not Heath, the Six Million Dollar Man, he never did a thing for me, nor Jared, the uptight older brother, and gods, with freaking Barbara Stanwyk as the grande dam, and man, I didn’t like her, at all, maybe it was an imaginary mother in law type thing, but with her as a mother I totally got why the number one son was so uptight, and Heath was just angry, 'cause his Mom was nice, but poor, but Nick, well, I totally dug Nick.
And he was a complete dumbass of a man, but sweet, and he brawled, but not in the anger fueled way his younger bastard brother did, or maybe they made it so Heath wasn’t really a bastard, I don’t recall, oh, and Audra? Douche, even if she was John Derek’s wife.John kind of liked over the top pretty young blondes like Audra and Bo.But Audra was just so sugary too sweet, at least for my discerning palate.
Nick kind of turned me on.
The story lined involved me being the native woman who rescued his broken body after he did something stupid and got hurt, I probably stole it directly from a plot line on the show, or another, or I just made it up, who knows, but I rescued his broken body and killed the game to feed him and such, as soon as it was adequately repaired, his body, he screwed my brains out (not exactly, but we kissed and stuff), well, and repeatedly.
And he was a real sweetheart, too. He wasn’t the kind of guy who ran off killing folks, not even natives, probably made friends with a few over the years, didn't do stuff just to be a jerk, even if he did find himself in a bad story line a time or two.
Anyway, Nick and I just kind of hung out by the beautiful little water hole, next to the waterfall, where I’d rescued him, making mad passionate love (and I was like, probably way pre-pubescent, without a clear picture of exactly what that meant, at all, not even physically), nursing him back to health, living life.
Of course it was always clear, that if he felt the need to head on back to the ranch, that one in Sacramento, I forget what it was called, wonder if Nick’s old man was in CA politics, they were over the top rich, for sure, that we were done, because I was a chick who hung out by the waterfall, and I sure as hell wasn’t living under the same roof with Barbara Freaking Stanwyck.
We split up.
That’s okay, I think Spock had come along by then.
My back story was totally different in that fantasy.