AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What the hell is that?” Bells says under her breath. I look out the window and only see snow. I don’t even see a road. How is she driving in this? Still, I try and see what she’s looking at.
“Are we on a road?” I find myself asking. “I think that’s a mountain.”
“We’re already on a mountain.” I watch Bells try and press the brake, but nothing happens.
“Bells.” My voice wanders higher.
“I know.” Yeah, she doesn't sound so calm anymore. Neither of us do. My stomach drops as I watch her yank the wheel to the right. I don’t miss for one second the fact that she turned the wheel so that she would take the impact of whatever it is we’re about to hit.
Our screams fill the inside of the vehicle. They’re the last thing I remember before everything goes eerily quiet.
2
CHARLES
Ihear the impact and watch as the turkey I was aiming at scatters right along with all its brethren. “Shit.” I drop my aim and peer through the woods down toward the main road that leads to Frozen Falls.
For a moment, I consider turning around and hiking back to my truck, throwing it in gear and heading back to the lodge.
Staying hidden has its advantages, especially for a man like me. Walking down to the road could mean more trouble than it's worth, especially if this is something more nefarious than a simple wreck. No one has come for me in the two years since I came to Frozen Falls, but that doesn’t mean no one ever will.
I sling my rifle over my shoulder and look up as the sun peeks from behind the wave of storm clouds. The first front is moving off, but the real snowmaker is coming right behind it. If the people on the road are hurt, they’ll die in the second storm. The cold will get them before they ever reach town.
With a groan of deep discontent, I trudge down into the clearing where the turkey was huddling, then I keep going over a ridge and down until I get a view of the road. A white SUV is wedged against a pine tree. I can see movement inside.
Moving one hand to the pistol at my side, I creep closer. Something in the snow catches my eye. Leaning down, I find prints. Big ones.
“Dammit, Leonard.” I stand again and curse the big white lynx that likes to run these woods, play in the road, and rummage through my garbage. Looks like he’s also into causing car accidents.
“I don’t know!” I hear a woman’s voice as one side of the SUV opens. “I can’t see much. Bells, are you awake?” She leans back into the car, her nice ass on display. “Should I call for help? I haven’t had a signal in an hour or more. Bells! Come on, wake up.”
A groan wafts from the car.
“Yes, come on. Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Another groan.
I stop and watch the woman with the round ass. My cock begins to act up, but I ignore it. These people need help, and though I’m not exactly the sort of man you want helping you out when you’re stranded in a snowstorm, here I am. The more I watch the blonde, the harder I get, and the more interested I am in exactly how this is going to play out. How long has it been since I’ve spoken to a woman other than Sable at the grocery store or Jenny in the Tiny Diney?
Movement in the trees catches my eyes, and I glance up at the ridge on the other side of the road. I pull up my rifle and use the scope to sight in on the area. “Leonard, you up there?” I whisper, my breath turning to vapor in the chill air. I don’t see the cat, but I can feel eyes on me. I scan the ridge, looking for whatever caught my eye, but there’s nothing.
I drop the rifle to my side again, then skid down the slope, catch myself on a tree with ease, then jump down to the icy road.
When I stand straight up, the blonde is staring at me, eyes wide, mouth open. What a pretty picture. Her lips are pink, her cheeks even pinker, and I see she has a nice rack to go with the plump ass. Damn, what a fine woman.
“We, uh, we …” She blinks and pushes her glasses up, the pink frames only highlighting the softness of the rest of her.
“There was a cat,” someone inside the SUV groans. “A big one.”
“You all right?” I walk up to the blond beauty.
“We hit the tree,” she says it in a dazed way. “And then you came out of the woods.”
“Bells is hurt.”
“I’m fine,” she calls.
The blonde turns. “No, you aren’t. The car is busted, and you got banged up. Aurora?” she asks.
