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This is the next chapter in my first still un-named book.
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Chapter Seven...I think?
Jo had said all the necessary goodbyes, and told the boys to reach her by cell phone until she called back with the resort number. Closing up the house had been an easy process.......too easy, and reminded her how solitary her life had become. Mack and Beverly would watch over the independent Sir Galahad, and even now he watched her load the car from their deck, licking his paw as if to say “Go ahead, I got this”. Shelly looked back at her home thru the rearview mirror, already feeling lighter, and made her way to the interstate. She didn’t notice how far she had traveled until her stomach growled and her morning coffee wearing off controlled the next pit stop. The hills were already viewable along the highway, and she could do nothing more than stare at the sharp contrast of her travel North coming from the South.
As the day rolled into dusk she was in awe of the setting sunlight against the russet and gold foliage that had become the main source of vegetation. Changing the radio again due to lost signal of the previous station, she saw the sign for her turn off the main highway was ahead. Her imagination told her that soon she would be curled up on a couch with the romance book bought on impulse at the country café slash gift store slash laundromat that she had stopped at for lunch. Tia, her lip smacking coffe pot carrying waitress describe it as a "hot mess". Shelly was going to assume in a good way
She followed the specific directions on her fancy new GPS, and as she looked at her surroundings thought “am I lost?” Quickly followed by, “if I am never let me be found”. There was no amount of vocabulary to describe the views she repeatedly stopped to enjoy as she slowly climbed up the mountainside. There was a feel to the area, that she could not explain….just accept in peace. She passed a stone pillar, strategically lit to display the lodge's name of Red Rock Reserve and drawing her drive to end. As she continued on she noticed a sign posted “To Main House”, the one directing to “Private Cabins” on her right led her sight to a meandering patch of flattened leaves that led to a well lit hillside placement of quant cabins in which you could barely see the fronts of. She continued her path up to an area that showed itself to be the Main House only by self implication. The road opened up to an amazing reveal of wood meets stunning backdrop. Maybe it was the dozen rocking chairs set on a wide planked porch of heavy oak, or the soft plume of smoke coming from car size fireplace stacks jutting up from both ends that indicated she had arrived at her destination. As she stepped out from her car, she looked up at the canopy of limbs barely covered by scattered leaves and thought how did one change environments as quick as morning to night.Dusk was causing all sorts of glittering to pass thru to the ground, leaving tiny road maps of light that moved as branches swayed. Reaching back in to grab her purse, she turned suddenly as she heard a loud shout from the direction of the front porch. Her first reaction to the noise brought her eyes to a broad shouldered man running toward her yelling something unintelligible and pointing in her direction. Had she been less mesmerized by her surroundings, she may have caught that he was giving her some kind of warning. As seconds passed, she sensed by his obvious arm flailing warning, that some imminent danger was heading her way. While her mind wrapped around the thought of danger, she must of sense something close by. She looked down just a fraction, and noticed some yellow, brown, grayish furry mass coming at her full steam. She started to direct her “serious, not taking any prisoners expression” towards the rapidly approaching fur ball, when intelligence overruled. She lifted her arms up to her face, and was promptly rewarded by a large, fluff of animal jumping up to her chest and felt herself falling backwards before she could turn away or ground her feet. She hit hard, and was immediately administered a thorough lick fest tha felt like its was being given by a truck. She was having problems catching her breath, and started to feel lightheaded. She vaguely saw shadows but felt multiple hands reached for her….. seemingly to grab at anything they could. A voice reached her...sounding familiar, but she started to fade and lost its direction. She was fading out, and barely felt the strong arms that picked her up.....the smell of wood, fire, and soap was the last thing she noticed before she went out completely.
