next morning that she
applied layers of clothes and walked out through her shoveled path to her glider. The
snow insulated her surroundings and made everything very quiet. A shuffle through
the trees caught her attention and she turned quickly, pulling her laser at the same time.
She was certain she saw a figure through the corner of her eye but when she gave the
area her full attention she saw no one. She fired a warning shot into the trees, causing a
large limb to crash to the ground and a pile of snow to form a miniature mountain.
“Leave me alone!” she screamed at the following silence. “I don’t want to see you
and I don’t want to talk to you. Just stay out of my life.”
There, now she felt better. She turned sharply and climbed onto her glider and then,
much to her dismay, realized she couldn’t accelerate fast enough to leave ground. As
soon as she drove into the piles of snow, she was forced to slow down and unable to
speed up. She was stuck. Damn.
Now she sensed the overwhelming sensation of laughter…humor. She turned and
glared at the trees.
“I can do this without your help,” she muttered under her breath. “Quit laughing at
me and go away.”
She knew Gilroy and Beel were with Andru and more than likely the three lay in
waiting for her to fumble severely enough that they would come to her rescue and she
would be appreciative. That wasn’t going to happen. She stormed into her trailer,
pulled out one of the furry animal skin blankets she’d purchased while with Lara,
wrapped it around her and then walked back out into the snow.
She hoped it wouldn’t take too long to find some game and bleed it so she could get
back into the warmth of her trailer. She’d seen herds of wild pigs crossing the hills
while she’d been up here and after an hour of fighting the elements she found their
footprints. Climbing a tree, she sat and waited for the herd to pass down the hill. Wild
pigs were known for following their own tracks back and forth as they searched for
food and water. She opened a cloth bag full of nuts and began munching while she
waited. She hoped she could find food, prepare it, and then settle in for the pain and
discomfort she’d experience once she drank the potion.
What if this child’s papa was Gilroy? She wouldn’t think about that. There would
be no way of knowing until the child was born, and if the child looked like her they
would never know if the papa was Gilroy’s or Andru’s. She felt light-headed and
grabbed the branch she sat on as the ground turned underneath her.
It seemed like hours passed before she heard the sounds of the wild pigs grunting
as they pounded through the snow in a large herd. She singled one out and fired,
causing the pig to fall and the rest of the herd to squeal loudly and stampede down the
hill. She waited patiently until they were gone and then climbed down to claim her
prize.
The damn pig was heavy. She grabbed it by the hind legs and pulled the rope off
her belt to tie the legs together. She threw the rope over a sturdy branch and pulled to
lift the pig and bleed it. A sharp pain ran through her groin and she just about doubled
over from its intensity. She jumped at the sound of her own voice as she yelled out from
the electric shock sensations that shot through her groin and down her legs.
What was that? She hunched over with her hands on her bent legs and breathed
heavily until the pain subsided. Oh Crator, had she just hurt the baby?
“What am I thinking?” she spoke out loud to the dead pig. “I plan on killing this
baby.”
Whoa…she didn’t like the way that sounded. She straightened and studied the
dead pig, the branch above her, and then looked around her casually half expecting to
see Andru, Gilroy and Beel walking across the snow to her rescue.
You don’t want their help, remember?
She stubbornly grabbed the rope and pulled