A Captive In Time – Sarah Dreher

He lapsed back into unconsciousness. Twisting her body, she managed to maneuver him onto her back again. His arms hung lifeless over her shoulders. The wind screamed in her ears. Walk. It doesn’t matter what direction. Just pick one at random and walk. Her snow shoes felt like lead as she shuffled forward.

Every step took all her strength. Step. You can do it. Step. You can do it. Step. I can’t do it. Maybe fire the gun. Maybe someone would hear… The wind screamed. No one could hear anything over that. And there was no one to hear it, even if they could. Miles of snow and shrieking wind between her and the nearest house. Except Blue Mary’s. Wherever it was. A sharp, insistent bark behind her.

She turned. Wolf was back, had dropped an object in the snow at her feet. She wiped frozen tears from her eyes with an aching hand and peered at it. Snow blew into her face. Fatigue and wind blurred her vision. She shook her head. The wolf picked up the object and moved closer. Stoner bent down. It was the pot of rosemary from Blue Mary’s back porch.

She began to laugh. “Good Wolf. Beautiful Wolf.” The wolf went into a conniption fit of barking and wagging and eyebrow rolling. “World’s Greatest Wolf.” It jumped up, nearly knocking her over, and licked her face. “I swear, I’ll never make fun of Lassie again.” Wolf sat down and gave her a quizzical look. “That was after your time. Well, let’s go home.” She started in the direction from which the wolf had come.

“And don’t forget the flower pot. Blue Mary’d kill us.” ≈ ≈ ≈ He’d pushed Toby as hard as he could, fighting the blizzard, hoping to come to a town, or a farm, or even a band of friendly Indians. His eyebrows had filled with caked sleet. His two week beard was white.

Copyright © 1990 by Sarah Dreher All Rights Reserved, worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, with out permission in writing from the publisher Published by New Victoria Publisher, Inc., Hereford, AZ 85615 Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data Dreher, Sarah. Captive in Time /by Sarah Dreher. p. cm. ISBN 0934678-22-7 I. Title. PS3554.R36C37 1990 813′ .54–dc20 90-31304 CIP For Audie with thanks to Lis and The Cowboy 1kitap1.com/en Chapter One Half-awake, Stoner dropped her hand onto the alarm button and silenced it.

Her body felt like a waterbed, every cell firm and supple and a little bit alive. A familiar feeling, the aftermath of lovemaking. She opened her eyes. Gwen lay beside her, hair jumbled on the pillow. “What?” she mumbled through her sleep. “Go back to sleep,” Stoner said softly. “American History,” Gwen muttered. Stoner smiled. “It’s Saturday. You don’t have to teach.” “Travel.” “That’s right.” She touched Gwen’s face, gently moving her hair to the side with one finger.

“Kesselbaum and McTavish, Purveyors of Travel Arrangements to the Citizens of Boston since 1981 is open for business. I have to go.” “Yuppies,” Gwen grunted. “Uh-huh. Saturday is Yuppie-Day.” Gwen rolled over onto her back and rubbed her eyes. “What would you do,” she asked drowsily, “if I quit teaching?” “Make love to you twenty-four hours a day.” “No good.” “Why not?” “Have to stop for coffee.” Stoner grinned. “I can take a hint.” She shoved back the covers and sat up.

The cold floor against her bare feet jolted her awake. “Any particular kind?” “Jamaica Blue Mountain.” “Whoa!” Stoner said. “You must need some heavy-duty nerves.” “Mid-terms to grade. I think I hate teen-agers.” Gwen pushed herself up on one elbow and tried to bring order to her hair. “Why does my hair always look as if squirrels have been nesting in it?” Stoner rammed her feet into her slippers. “It doesn’t.” “It does in the morning.” “I like it.” “You have no standards.” “Do so.” She leaned down and kissed Gwen softly on the forehead.

“I’ll bring your coffee before I leave.” “You spoil me.” Her eyelids fluttered shut. The skin on her face went smooth with lethargy. “I love you, Stoner McTavish.” “I love you.” Stoner watched her for a moment, then forced herself to face the day. Saturday.

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