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When Glen and I went back to retrieve my cameras-- with a few of his most intimidating mountain man buddies and a couple of fire arms, I might add-- they were missing. Not smashed or fallen or with dead batteries-- missing.
Each camera and its mounts had been carefully removed from the trees and had simply vanished without a trace.
It was enough to convince me that whatever has managed to stay hidden out there in the rugged wilderness surrounding my new home has done so intentionally and that should be respected.
So now I listen to the stories that float around among locals and tourists alike, sharing the sightings and occasional encounters that continue to occur.
And sometimes, when nights are quiet, I can hear the distant howl of a wolf pack that's not supposed to exist in these mountains.
Turns out, Sasquatch is just one of the local folktales clinging to the traditions of Moonshine Ridge and now that I have a much better appreciation of why folktales get started, I'm a lot less likely to disregard them.
We stay out of that forbidden stretch of wilderness when we hike and we've never had another run in of any sort or heard anyone else talk about one. And that's just fine by me.
EPILOGUE 2
FIVE YEARS LATER
Glen
My wife has that look in her eye, the one that says there's no point in slipping into my clothes and I better get my ass back in bed if I know what's good for me.
Finch is the best thing in the world for me, so I drop the towel from around my waist and head straight toward the curvy woman beckoning me toward her with a crooked finger and a grin that tells me she has plans for how to spend our day without the kids.
"I thought we were going downstairs to make breakfast?" I tease, already making my way between her legs, eager to start my breakfast right here.
Finch gives me a giggle because she knows as well as I do that anytime my sister takes the kids for the day; we don't make it out of bed till noon.
"Tell me what you need this morning, Sugar." I slip my fingers through her folds, so hot and wet, already needy for attention. "You want me to eat this pretty little pussy? Slide my fingers into you and fuck you with my hand while you come all over my beard?"
"That sounds like a good place to start," she answers. Her voice is all throaty and deep and she's already on the edge, with her own fingers dipping down to circle her clit until I win the brief battle and suction my mouth over her. My fingers push deeper and stroke firmly till Finch's fingers tangle through my wet hair and she comes on my face so fucking hard I almost lose my breath for a second.
Before I even get a chance to enjoy licking her cream up, she's tugging at my shoulders.
"Come up here and fuck me properly now. I want your cock."
"Fuck, baby, already?"
Shit, she's still quivering from her first orgasm. Not that I'm about to put up a fight. Anytime my girl is greedy for my cock, I'm more than happy to give it to her.
"Yes, Glen. Please, now, I need you."
Without any argument, I give my wife what she's begging for, letting her control our rhythm until she's crying out on another orgasm that has her tight little walls clamped down on me so hard I don't any choice but to fill her up with my cum.
Collapsing beside her on the rumpled bed covers, I pull her into my arms and pepper her neck and shoulders with kisses.
"Damn Sugar, the last time you wrung me this dry was right before we found out you were pregnant with Starling."
Our girls are four and three now, and I'm already glad I built the add-on to the house with the extra bathrooms.
"Yeah, about that."
Finch turns in my arms and looks at up me. Her pretty yellow hair is a tangled mess on our pillows and her fair skin is flushed bright from the romp.
For a second, she just stares at me, waiting for me to catch on.
"Really?"
My hand flies down to her belly, loving the feel of her curves under my palm and eager to feel her swollen with my child again.
"I had Doctor Jones confirm it yesterday while I dropped off the girls with Terra."
"This one had better be a boy, Sugar," I warn her sternly, "because we're out of bathrooms."
