DESTINY -Destiny, that predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events, which changes the path you travel. Has it happened to you? Here's a peek into DESTINY TAKES A HAND. The following scene is how this book started out - as a story for a blog hop - edited for brevity purposes
Winter came early at this elevation, though it hadn’t been too bad so far. This was Sam’s first year of coping with the high country winter without her brother Seth around. He begged her to reconsider her decision to stay alone during the winter, but she remained adamant she could handle whatever came her way. Seth was a little over protective and still thought of her as the twelve-year-old girl. She was having none of it, after all, she argued she had been born and raised here, as had her ancestors before her.
There were two feet of snow on the ground and more on the way. It had started snowing a couple of hours ago and was beginning to accumulate. She was bringing in an armload of firewood when she spotted someone walking up the path toward the house. Rarely did they have unexpected visitors this time of the year. Dropping the load of firewood and holding onto one of the larger logs, she whistled for her dog Sparky, who came running to her side. She felt safer with him there as the person approached. The stranger was very tall and leaning heavily on a crutch-like walking stick and accompanied by a large white dog. Sparky began to snarl as they came closer but stayed right next to her.
“Hello,” she yelled and maintained her stance. She was about thirty yards from the house and felt she could outrun him and lock herself inside if things worsened.
“Hello, I am so glad to see another person. About two miles back an elk ran across in front of me, and I swerved to avoid hitting it. He survived, but the truck didn’t. It’s in a ditch, and I can’t get it out. Whitey and I sat there about two hours, and not a soul came by. The cell phone service up here is spotty, and I didn’t have much juice. I was afraid we would freeze to death if we stayed with the truck any longer.”
“I’m not surprised there’s no one on the road. Most people have more sense than to head out with a storm coming. I’m not sure what you expect me to do. My truck has a wench, but it doesn’t seem smart to head out now.”
“I was hoping for someplace Whitey and I could hole up in until the storm passed. I didn’t plan on being on the road either; we thought we would be down the mountain by now.”
“Did you plan on breaking in somewhere?” Who are you anyway? You are not from around here.”
“No, I didn’t plan on breaking in somewhere, but if it came to that I would have left a note and some money. I’m not a freeloader or a thief. My name is Christopher Chambers. My family inherited some property from a great uncle, and I was here to check it out. I came up two days ago. The weather was fine then.”
“Up this high, the weather can change on a dime. Who was your uncle? What’s wrong with your leg?”
“Which question would you like me to answer first?”
“Listen, mister. I’m not the one in a pickle,” she answered snottily.
“No, and I wasn’t being rude, merely asking which questions you would like answered first. My great uncle was Michael Cameron. He owned a lodge up on Sutter’s Ridge, and I hurt my leg in the accident. I don’t think anything is broken, but I can’t put a lot of weight on my left foot. Does that answer your questions?”
“Are you talking about
?” Sunrise Peak
“Yes, you know it.”
“Of course, I know it. I live here. That used to be something back in the day, or so I’ve heard. It’s been closed for years.”
“You really are pretty snippy, Ms. Fremont.”
“How do you know my name?” she demanded.
“Contrary to what you might think, I am not a moron either. I researched the history of the area. Your family settled in the area about the same time as my great uncle.
Fremont is the name
recorded on the deed, so I assumed you would be a Fremont since you said you lived here. I am not wrong, am I?”
“No, you are not wrong, and I am not snippy. I’m Sam Fremont. Sparky doesn’t seem to want to do you bodily harm, so I guess it’s safe to invite you in and see about that leg.”
She held the door open while Sparky, Whitey, and Christopher entered and then went back out to bring in the dropped firewood. She deposited it in the wood box on the porch and went into the house. Christopher had removed his coat and hat and was sitting on one of the straight-backed dining room chairs. He had his leg extended and began to remove his boot but was having a hard time, and Sam offered to help and to give it a final yank.
“You do know that if you get that boot off, you’ll never get it back on again.”
“Yes I do know that, but it hurts like a bitch, and I want to see if it is broken or just sprained.”
Sure enough, the minute the boot was off; his ankle started swelling to triple the size of a normal ankle. She helped him over to the couch and propped his foot up on the ottoman while she got some ice.
“I should just go outside and get a bucket of snow for the swelling.”
“I don’t think so. It’s one thing to ice it down another to freeze it off.”
“Are you a wuss Mr. Christopher Chambers?” she asked him teasingly.
“Are you a tease Ms. Sam Fremont?”
Snowed in with this guy won’t be the worst thing in the world, I actually hope it happens; she thought to herself.
After icing and wrapping his ankle, Sam gave him instructions to keep his foot elevated on the ottoman.
“What am I supposed to do, just sit here and do nothing?”
“Yeah, because with that ankle, you are useless. Haven’t you ever heard of R.I.C.E. for a sprain?”
“Oh, you know it’s a sprain. Perhaps I should call you Dr. Sam.”
“Now who’s being snippy?”
“You are one sassy girl,” He laughed, and it sounded like a lion’s roar sent shivers down her spine. Sam handed him two aspirins, a glass of water, and an afghan.
“I have some things to do outside before the storm worsens. Is it okay to leave you for a bit?”
“Yes, I’ve been potty trained for some time.”
“Another smart-ass remark.”
“Hey, hey, watch your language. A lady doesn’t use such words.”
“This lady does. My brother said my colorful language is one of my character flaws.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Listen Mr. Hoity Toity, it is my house, and I will speak as I please.”
“If you were my sister, I would take you over my knee for using such language.”
“Then, it’s a good thing for both of us that I’m not.
After she went outside, Chris put his head back and thought about the conversation he just had with Samantha. He loved sass, and Samantha was full of spirit. He watched from the window as she traversed the steps to the barn. Her derriere filled out her jeans, and her legs went all the way up to her neck. He wouldn’t mind pulling her close to have the feel of her against him. He thought about cupping her bottom and running his fingers through that long shiny brown hair. You are getting carried away Bud, knock it off before you are thrown out on your ear. Whitey barked, and Chris laughed.
“You reading minds now boy. Don’t worry, I’ll behave,” he said to the dog.
He woke to the sound of howling winds and smells of something wonderful cooking. He looked out the window and saw the snow was still falling fast and furious. He attempted to get up from the couch and promptly fell back down.
“Here, let me help you.”
“I can do it.”
“Yes, I can see how well you are doing on your own,” she said and laughed. “If you get tired of falling down and want some help, let me know.”
“You should be glad I’m hobbled, or I would be whacking your behind. You appear to need some serious attention,” he answered with a big grin on his face.
“Mister, the only reason I am putting up with your nonsense is because I figure the pain has gone to your brain. Otherwise, I would be throwing you out in the snow.”
“Would you do that to Whitey?”
“Who said anything about Whitey? He can stay.”
“Oh, now I see. You are definitely in need of a serious spanking to tame that bratty mouth of yours.”
“I think not.”
“Oh, girl, you are so asking for a trip over my knee.”
She laughed aloud at this last statement. I think I really like this man. I’m getting sneaky little tingles up and down my spine; she thought to herself. Put a lid on it, girl.
She set the table and told him dinner was ready. She watched him struggle to get off the couch and when he finally made it, she could see the perspiration bead on his forehead. She had a brilliant idea to get the desk chair that was on casters and rolled it over to him.
“Maybe this will help,” as she pushed him back down into the chair and rolled him to the table.
“Thank you,” and flashed a smile that set her heart aflutter. “I like a girl who uses all of her God-given talents.”
After dinner, they continued to sit at the table, and she challenged him to a game of scrabble, not just any scrabble, but dirty scrabble.
“That is if your Puritan sensibilities allow you to play,” she taunted him.
“Oh, I’ll play, alright. I think we should make a bet.”
“What kind of bet are you talking about? That glint in your eye makes me a little nervous.”
“If you lose, I get to give you the spanking I threatened earlier,” he told her.
“And if I win?”
“Well, that’s not going to happen, but if it does, I’ll buy you dinner in the best restaurant in town.”
“Wow, really,” she replied sarcastically.
“As I said that’s not going to happen but yes, really. Do you have any other ideas?”
“I just might.”
“Now I don’t like that glint in your eye.”
Before the game was over, they lost power. Sam lit the emergency lanterns and put more wood on the fire. Since the storm was still fierce, and they would be soon going to bed, she decided to save the generator in case it was days before the power came back on.
“I’m going to bring in more wood. I’ll take the dogs with me,” she told him.
“What about the game?”
“We can finish in the morning,” and called the dogs to the door.
The smell of the outdoors followed her back in. Snow was clinging to her hat and jacket. Sparky knocked her down while she was trying to remove her boots; she lost her balance and tumbled to the floor. Chris hobbled over to help her up and held her as he brushed the snow from her hair and face. He drew her to him and lightly brushed his mouth across hers. She leaned into him, and he took it as an invitation to go back in for another taste. He accepted the silent invitation and drawing her closer he reached down and kissed her again. She felt warm and snug in his embrace and lingered a while longer before breaking away.
“Where did that come from?” she asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know it felt right.” Looking into Sam’s eyes, he knew she felt the same way.
She was much too bothered by that kiss and didn’t want him to know, so she moved toward the kitchen.
“I’m going to turn in. It’s been a long day.” She walked over and banked the fire. “You can sleep in Seth’s room if you want, but it will be warmer out here by the fire. What’s your choice?”
“Here, sounds good.”
She went off and came back with sheets, pillows and a down comforter. “Can you manage by yourself?”
“Yes, thank you. Sleep well and I am sorry for my impulsiveness,” he told her.
“I’m not,” turned and walked off down the hall.
They both lay awake in separate rooms thinking the same thoughts. He was thinking what it was about Sam that captivated him. He had never been one to act impulsively, but that kiss had come out of nowhere. Sam was thinking about how affected she was by that kiss and how she didn’t want to leave the comfort she felt in his arms. She was going to have to watch herself.
It was still snowing when Sam awoke the next morning. This was the worst storm she could remember. There were things that needed doing today, and she had to get at them. Chris appeared to be asleep, so she stoked up the fire, donned her outerwear, and slipped outside. In the garage, she started up the truck and the snow blower. She wanted to get a head start on her driveway in case Seth decided to brave the elements to check up on her once they cleared the roads. A little while later, she heard Sparky bark and looked up to see Chris walking out the door. He was still limping, but he was getting around better. He started pitching snowballs to the dogs, and Sam laughed as she watched them romp around trying to catch them in their mouths.
Chris heard her laugh at the dog’s antics. He loved the sound of her deep hearty laugh and felt a pang in his lower regions. He was so intent on watching the dogs, he failed to notice Sam sneaking up on him. Before he knew it, she hauled off and threw a large snowball, hitting him in the back.
“You’re going to be so sorry you did that, little girl,” he tried sounding stern but failed.
He tackled her to the ground, and soon they were rolling around in the snow. She got up and ran away; he tried chasing her but on a bum ankle he didn’t get too far. Allowing him to catch her, she took a handful of snow and forced it down his pants.
“Now, you’ve done it.” Bringing her in closer, he gave her a long gentle kiss. While she was still enjoying the kiss, he swatted her backside a couple of times.
“Is that the best you can do, Mister?”
“Oh, no, Missy. I can and will do much better than that. When we get in the house, I am going to make your butt cheeks as rosy as your face cheeks,” he said with a big grin.
“Gotta catch me first, Mr. Chambers,” she yelled as she headed to the house.
Sam ran to the door and managed to flick the lock before Chris even got to the porch. She almost peed her pants laughing as he bounced off the locked door.
“You laugh all you want now girl because when I get hold of you; I am going to toast your buns,” Chris yelled through the door.
“Who says things like that?” she yelled out at him, trying hard to control her laughter.
“Just keep it up.”
The remainder of this story can be found here. If you want more than that, the book is available at LSF
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