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Authors: Kate Fargo
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Tracking the animal through the long cold morning and still grey afternoon, had given Tray new respect for the animal. It was always a step ahead of them, seeming to guess their next move and easily outsmart them. But in the end, they’d taken home enough meat to feed the family through the winter.
Those days and years in the bush had given Tray an understanding and respect for the environment. He knew how fast bad weather could move in, but he also knew how to track an animal and recognize which ones were in the area.
He’d seen some bear scat on the trail on the way up to the meadow, but hadn’t wanted to alarm Isabel. It was still early in the year, and there’d been a lot of berries, so he knew the bears wouldn’t be hungry. In any case, the scat was not fresh. He wasn’t concerned but was keeping his eyes open, as was his custom.
And he had his eyes wide open where Isabel was concerned also. He found he was hypersensitive to her every move, seeking the meaning behind each word. He knew he needed to relax more into the fantasy. He was here for experience, that was all. It’s just that Isabel seemed to be everything he might want in a woman. She was funny and bright and easy to be with. Except for this morning, she didn’t criticize him. She hadn’t really criticized him this morning either, he realized, she’d just been hurt and strangely defensive. That was the bewildering part. The mixture of self-assured woman and wounded girl. He’d like to know more about the guy she’d been married to.
He gathered up the left over picnic packages and stuffed them back into his pack. The sun in the meadow was quite warm and he was pulling his sweater over his head when he heard Isabel’s scream.
“Isabel! Isabel, what’s happening?” He yelled as he started running toward her voice, trying to peel his sweater off his head. He couldn’t see and was flailing his arms wildly trying to free himself of the fleece that was somehow stuck. “Isabel! I’m coming,” he yelled again, and realizing he hadn’t unzipped the collar, he pulled the sweater back down over his shoulders.
Isabel stood before him on the path coming out of the woods, doubled over and holding onto her stomach. She was laughing so hard she didn’t utter a peep. Tears streamed down her face.
“I thought you needed help.” Tray said in a dead pan voice. He couldn’t believe she thought this was funny.
“You were coming to rescue me?”
“That was the idea. You sounded scared.”
“Well, Tray, you look like the one who needs rescuing.” Isabel broke into another peal of laughter.
Tray watched her, glad to see the tension lift, and started to laugh himself. He must have looked pretty ridiculous flailing around, trapped in his own sweater. His laughter joined Isabel’s until all he could hear was their mirth echoing up the valley wall.
He watched as Isabel shook with glee, a playful twinkle shining in her eyes. Finally they calmed down and as his breath came back, he rolled up the blanket and stuffed it into the backpack.
“Ready to see the top?” he asked.
Isabel crossed the distance between them and stood toe to toe looking up into his eyes. She wiped the water from her beautiful lashes and stood on tip toe to brush her lips across his cheek, sending a thrill of excitement shooting through his body. “Lead on, my fearless one.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
As they climbed, the view just became more incredible. Isabel had never hiked this high before. High in the mountains, high on life. She was still reeling from the endorphin rush of her laughter. She hadn’t meant to laugh at Tray, it’s just that when she came out of the woods and saw him standing there, like an upside down octopus, flailing and helpless, she’d hadn’t been able to help herself.
What had she been thinking putting all her faith in this young boy? He was definitely more at ease in the woods than she was, but he was still a child. Isabel had been taking
Those days and years in the bush had given Tray an understanding and respect for the environment. He knew how fast bad weather could move in, but he also knew how to track an animal and recognize which ones were in the area.
He’d seen some bear scat on the trail on the way up to the meadow, but hadn’t wanted to alarm Isabel. It was still early in the year, and there’d been a lot of berries, so he knew the bears wouldn’t be hungry. In any case, the scat was not fresh. He wasn’t concerned but was keeping his eyes open, as was his custom.
And he had his eyes wide open where Isabel was concerned also. He found he was hypersensitive to her every move, seeking the meaning behind each word. He knew he needed to relax more into the fantasy. He was here for experience, that was all. It’s just that Isabel seemed to be everything he might want in a woman. She was funny and bright and easy to be with. Except for this morning, she didn’t criticize him. She hadn’t really criticized him this morning either, he realized, she’d just been hurt and strangely defensive. That was the bewildering part. The mixture of self-assured woman and wounded girl. He’d like to know more about the guy she’d been married to.
He gathered up the left over picnic packages and stuffed them back into his pack. The sun in the meadow was quite warm and he was pulling his sweater over his head when he heard Isabel’s scream.
“Isabel! Isabel, what’s happening?” He yelled as he started running toward her voice, trying to peel his sweater off his head. He couldn’t see and was flailing his arms wildly trying to free himself of the fleece that was somehow stuck. “Isabel! I’m coming,” he yelled again, and realizing he hadn’t unzipped the collar, he pulled the sweater back down over his shoulders.
Isabel stood before him on the path coming out of the woods, doubled over and holding onto her stomach. She was laughing so hard she didn’t utter a peep. Tears streamed down her face.
“I thought you needed help.” Tray said in a dead pan voice. He couldn’t believe she thought this was funny.
“You were coming to rescue me?”
“That was the idea. You sounded scared.”
“Well, Tray, you look like the one who needs rescuing.” Isabel broke into another peal of laughter.
Tray watched her, glad to see the tension lift, and started to laugh himself. He must have looked pretty ridiculous flailing around, trapped in his own sweater. His laughter joined Isabel’s until all he could hear was their mirth echoing up the valley wall.
He watched as Isabel shook with glee, a playful twinkle shining in her eyes. Finally they calmed down and as his breath came back, he rolled up the blanket and stuffed it into the backpack.
“Ready to see the top?” he asked.
Isabel crossed the distance between them and stood toe to toe looking up into his eyes. She wiped the water from her beautiful lashes and stood on tip toe to brush her lips across his cheek, sending a thrill of excitement shooting through his body. “Lead on, my fearless one.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
As they climbed, the view just became more incredible. Isabel had never hiked this high before. High in the mountains, high on life. She was still reeling from the endorphin rush of her laughter. She hadn’t meant to laugh at Tray, it’s just that when she came out of the woods and saw him standing there, like an upside down octopus, flailing and helpless, she’d hadn’t been able to help herself.
What had she been thinking putting all her faith in this young boy? He was definitely more at ease in the woods than she was, but he was still a child. Isabel had been taking
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