deliberately in danger
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Chapter 1
These days Al Trainer is a cop from a no-
where little place in central Colorado
called Wide Spotpopulation 1047. At
43 in spite of bad knees from his college
basketball days and a screaming need for
bifocals he doesnt think hes middle-
aged and bristles at the idea of slowing
down.
For twenty years, he worked undercover
for the CIA going places and doing things
that nightmares still occasionally bring
back to life. When Al reached retirement
age three years ago, he left that life
behind; turned his back on it allthe dark
underbelly, the deviousness, the
arguments with his conscience, the
violent deaths hed been responsible for;
all of it. Taking the job in Wide Spot washis idea of washing two decades of blood
off his hands. A chance to do something
good in a place where the nightmares
could fade.
The small Colorado town east of TroutPass on US 24 has been his haven. Hes
been there for the last three years and
knows everyone in town. And everyone
believes they know him. When they see
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him they see a man theyve come to rely
on for fair, if somewhat unique,
management of the towns peace. He
hardly cared that he was hired by thetown council in a desperate attempt to
avoid Park County taking over the their
law enforcement offices or that theyd
have hired Attila the Hun if hed been in
the right place at the right time. In that
climate, Als credentials were welcomed.
Those false documents were the last
contact hed had with his real identity and
his former employers. Thereafter he
became, in thought, word, action and
reaction, Albert Trainer, deputy-sheriff of
Wide Spot, Colorado.
A bit over six feet tall, during holidays
when the town spreads out its best table
cloth for its most prominent bachelor, he
can top two hundred thirty pounds. His
only concession to intentional exercise is
a morning run. This he does in absoluteseclusion.
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Chapter 2
Weekends in a small town bring out therowdies just like any larger city. This
makes weekends the busy season for law
enforcement. Occasionally though, there
would be a Tuesday through Thursday
when circumstances dampened the towns
wild side enough that Al could get away.
He spends this time alone and away from
Wide-Spot. Way away.
About three hours northeast of Trout
Creek Pass a valley created by the slopes
of Devils Head and Buffalo Peaks cuts
across Pike National Forest. The South
Platte River winds through the full length
of the valley accompanied by a state
highway. At a sharp curve between
Trumbull and Sedalia, where the highway
leaves the rivers edge, a small sign points
west up a single-lane stretch of blacktoptoward Colorado's Front Range section of
the Rockies. A few miles up this narrow,
tortured, little-used ribbon of asphalt
whats left of a town huddles in the
afternoon shadow of the mountains.
The thirty hardy souls who call this
remnant of the mining hey-days home,
live clustered around a rough wooden
structure. Built in the 1940s to replace a
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burned-out trading post, the isolated
decaying structure now houses what
passes for the local convenience store. At
its front these days, a weathered sign thathad once proudly announced beer and
bait now offers its merchandise in a
dilapidated whisper.
The inside of the rustic store is lit by a
single fluorescent light suspended over
the cash register. The farther reaches and
back corners not lit by the flickering tube,
set in perpetual shadow. Banks of
shelves, covered with cracking linoleum,
line the rough wooden walls. The
sagging shelves are stocked to the edge
with goods. Items displayed decades ago
and never sold are crowded behind newer
merchandise. One front corner window is
dedicated to hardware; opposite the
warped front door, another window
displays hiking gear. In the disarray and
under years of dust, everything fromaspirin to zippers can be found.
If a hiker were determined to spend an
afternoon or seclude himself for a few
quiet days, he might drive along the
blacktop past the old store and on westtoward the mountain. He would find that
the asphalt surface dwindled to a gravel
track that ended at an up-slope clearing.
Here, the mountains geography would
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force him to trade his vehicle for hiking
boots.
Somewhere up in elevation from theroads end, a creek emerges from a
jumble of cracked boulders and fallen
trees. This secluded wilderness clearing
is known to locals as the Tumbles. A
location not marked on any map;
nevertheless it serves as a landmark; the
point at which the climb to an abandoned
fire tower and picnic spot becomes easy.
To reach it, a hiker would first follow a
daunting trail. Beautiful, quiet and
unspoiled, but daunting. The terrain
makes the trip painful for failing joints
and aging muscles; still, this unspoiled
inhospitable spot is Al Trainers get-
away.
When his beat-up pickup truck would
nose up to the beer and bait sign it would
usually be on a Tuesday afternoon. Mostdays were long enough to drive up and
arrive at the old convenience store before
dark. He never needed much, but
stopping for a few supplies and beer had
become a habit.
From behind the warped makeshift
counter, the proprietor, a middle-aged
woman, would welcome him. In all the
months hed been stopping by, theyd
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never exchanged names; just pleasantries,
local news and upcoming weather
conditions. Conversation of a more
personal nature seemed inappropriate.
Following her own instincts, the
proprietor suspected he might be some
kind of government man, but she never
asked. And Al never offered much in the
way of detail. She knew what brand of
beer he preferred and what meager
supplies hed want. She knew exactly
what shed need to assemble to fill his
order as soon as she heard the old truck
rattling up the blacktop. She could have
had it ready to hurry him on his way. But
she never didhurry him.
When he came in, hed always taken off
his sunglasses and hat before the screen
door had time to slap closed behind him.
Who does that anymore, she always
thought. Men rarely even took their hatsoff to eat much less when they came
inside. Shed always smiled at his good
manners. Hed smile back and nod and
run down his list. That was more or less
the extent of any communication.
That simple routine was predictable. The
comfort of it wasnt lost on a man whose
workday activity ranged from dull
idleness to screaming sirens. There was
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no in between. From slowing down
speeders to breaking up broken-bottle
fights between drunks, from protecting
private and public property to wipingspittle off his face, he rode the peaks and
valleys of activity at a steady pace.
Beneath it all, he negotiated the personal
maze created by his own hidden history,
small-town politics and friends. To a man
used to dealing with a town councils
strong vocal personalities, weekend
drunks and arrogant speeders, the quiet
unhurried leisure of the remote
convenience store suited Al.
Here, there were no intractable superiors,
no curious friends and no budding threats.
Just the natural elements of a wilderness
too rough to interest novice campers or
day hikers. That he couldnt fish in the
Tumbles was a small inconvenience. He
slept stretched out in the sun, watched the
sky and listened to the clash of water andstone and the hum of a land that vibrated
to his own internal chord. Here, he used
the order of nature to re-order, mend and
strengthen the inner tools that kept his
new life in balance.
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Chapter 3
When the screen door slammed behind Althis time, a mental alarm sounded. An
oversized knapsack lay on the floor.
Around it, items from the high dusty
shelves were scattered in disarray. On the
end of the always-cluttered counter in an
old plastic ashtray, a cigarette burned.
Hed never known the woman to smoke,
but then how well did he really know her.
The items scattered on the bare plank
floor spoke of a careless frustrated search.
She never searched for anything; she
knew exactly where every outdated,
useless, dust wrapped item was to be
found.
Behind the counter, the woman who had
never failed to greet him with a smile and
leaned forward, her face twisted in pain.
Im closing. I cant help you. Comeback tomorrow.
Stopped by years of experience he would
never shed, he took in her appearance
before he spoke and, sensing irregularity,
he side stepped into the shadows. Whenhe didnt turn to leave, the woman drew
back from the counter with a stumbling
jerk. In her place, the bulky figure of a
man rose up twisting her arm behind her
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as he did. Taller than the proprietor by
more than a foot, the only other attribute
Al noticed was the .45 in his hand.
We got ourselves a real woodsman; a
genuine Davy Crockett. The man
gloated. Robin, get in here. He
shouted over his shoulder toward the rear
of the store.
Al, Trainer corrected him. Im Al.
The man mocked him. You look like a
Davy Crockett to me.
A slender figure stepped through the
stores back door. Ah Marty. Now
youve done it." Robin's tone carried a
reluctance not lost on Al. "Why couldnt
we just leave guns out of it?
Marty snorted. Dont start that again.
He released the woman with a twist thatforced her to her knees. Without taking
his eyes off Al, the man retrieved a small
pistol from his jacket pocket and tossed it
over the womans head to Robin. What
about her car?
No good, Marty. Robin said. Her car
wont start, battery I think. And ours is
definitely done for.
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Al stepped out of the shadow. You want
a ride? He was going to offer his keys.
The woman spoke quickly, running herwords together. They tried to rob a bank
up in Denver.
What ever else Marty was, when he raised
his gun butt to strike the woman, Al
recognized a bully. A short tempered,
easily frustrated bullywith a gun.
Moving forward to distract Marty, Al
calmly acknowledged the frantic
information. That was up in Denver, this
is here. You want my keys? Tanks full
of gas. Al reached into his pocket with
two fingers and slowly pulled out a set of
keys. As he reached to place them on the
counter, he dropped them. Bending to
retrieve them before Martys weapon
could follow its target, he slipped a small
knife out of his jeans pocket into his boottop then stood slowly while gently
placing the keys on the counter.
Marty, lets take it and go. Robin
pleaded. We aint really done nothin
bad yet. We can be long gone and theyllquit lookin for us in a couple a days.
Shut up! The cops are already on our
tails. I got a better idea.
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Robins voice was unsteady. I cut the
phone lines out back and cells dont work
here. Lets just go. The town is empty,only these two have seen us and it'll take
them a couple of hours to hike to the
highway for help. We can be gone before
anyone around here can get word out.
Al liked Robin's thinking. He'd sized up
the burly figure behind the counter and
doubted that he could take him. Or if he
should even try. Looking for options, he
wondered if the woman would react
quickly enough to disarm Robin if he did
try the big man.
"You've screwed up enough for one day.
We're gonna do this my way." Marty
growled at his accomplice.
Al saw options galore available to end
this, but they all depended on the womanand he didnt know her well enough to
even hazard how or whether shed react in
kind and in time. So, erring on the side of
caution, he waited to see how things
played out.
Yanked to her feet and shoved around the
counter, the woman stumbled into Al.
Get some of that chain you got over
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there and a couple of them padlocks.
Marty ordered her.
Al felt a few of those many optionsslipping away.
Robin, make sure he dont have nothin
useful on him then chain em together.
No talkin about it; just do it, damn it.
Just, for once, do what I tell ya.
The .45 never left Als position. He stood
obediently while Robin padlocked one
end of a length of chain around his waist
and the other end around the woman. His
options were reduced to a negligible few
by that length of chain. Still, there had to
be a way. He just didnt know what it
was.
When Robin pocketed the padlock keys,
Marty didn't seem to notice. Al had
already sensed the friction between thetwo would-be bank robbers and mentally
nodded his approval. If he couldn't have
them, Robin was his choice to be the
keeper of the keys.
You two. Marty waved the captivestoward the open knapsack. Fix that up
just in case more things don't go right.
He glared at Robin. The big planner over
there, he thumbed in his partners
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direction, probably screwed up the
timing on the pick up too.
Robin squirmed under Martys accusingeye. Al caught the reaction and stored it
away for future use.
Put one of them little tents in there, I
aint for sleepin under the stars. It aint
natural.
On his end of the chain, Al kept quiet and
stayed out of the womans way. She
assembled an assortment of items
designed more to meet Martys inner-city
ideas about camping than practical
overnight requirements. When she
reached to include a hammer, Al smiled.
When Marty forced it out of the knapsack
at gunpoint, the woman balked. How are
you going to set up a tent without a
hammer?
Marty was ready. Use a rock! What,
you think Im gonna let you put a weapon
in there, now forget the hammer. Were
in the woods right? Get a rock. The
woman shrugged and, glancing at Al, put
the hammer aside. It was becoming clearwhat might have gone wrong with the
bank robbery.
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With the knapsack packed, strapped and
ready, Marty tossed a roll of masking tape
at Al. You Davy Crockett, tape her eyes
shut. He ordered.
Linked by five feet of chain, blindfolding
the woman reduced their options again.
This time to nil. Another elusive plan,
never fully formed, had to be abandoned.
Marty fanned them into action. Bring
it. He pointed the ever-visible .45 at the
well-stocked knapsack. Get in the
truck.
I dont know about this, Marty. Why
dont we just leave them here. Robin
whined. This is kidnapping and we
never talked about kidnapping.
Marty growled. Shut the hell up or so
help me, Ill Taller than six feet,
Marty towered over his partner and flexedhis huge fist. They all expected the short-
tempered man to strike his partner. When
he swung, Robin crouched to grab the
knapsack and avoided being struck. A
history of violence had taught Robin
when to duck.
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Chapter 4
Three of them crammed into the cab.Robin and the over-stuffed knapsack rode
in the pickup bed. Out of Martys sight,
Al tugged at the chain coiled on the seat
between him and the woman and tested
the padlock at her waist.
Which way? Al asked, buying time as
idea after idea flicked across his thinking
only to be cast aside as too dangerous or
too complicated.
Up there, Marty waved a huge hand
toward the mountain that rose at the end
of blacktop. Where this road ends,
theres supposed to be a trail along a ridge
someplace that leads to an abandoned fire
tower. Get us there before noon
tomorrow and youre free to go. Mess
with me or screw up the timing and,Marty held the gun to the womans
temple for emphasis. Al guessed they
were being met by someone who was
unwilling to risk any delay. Someone
offering them a get away.
What makes you think I know how to
get there from here? Ive heard there are
half a dozen fire towers in these
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mountains. Al played for time waiting
for an idea, any kind of idea, to form.
You wouldnt be here if you didnt knowthe area. Martys short fuse was
fastened to his trigger finger.
Behind the wheel, Al continued to stall.
Wait a minute. You think I know this
area? I was lost looking for directions.
Al told a sensible lie.
She knew you. When she saw you drive
up, I could tell shed seen you before. Lie
to me again and This time, Marty
buried the muzzle of his gun in the
womans thigh. Do we understand each
other?
Okay, okay. I guess we just pick the
straightest route. Als agreement was a
concession to reality and a quest for time.
Time to work up a plan that would givehim control of the situation. Only then
could he hope to keep both of them alive.
If he wanted to reach the correct fire
tower by truck and in record time, he
could go back to the state highway, headsouth for a couple of miles and then take
the county road through the National
Forest to the service road that led directly
to it. Coming in by highway from the
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south, the trip would be about fifty miles
and they would arrive at Martys meeting
place not only before noon tomorrow but
before nightfall today. Thats what Alwould have doneif he trusted Marty to
free them unharmed.
He didnt.
Daring to chance that neither of their
captors really knew the area, Al put that
plan away as too simple, too straight
forward, too limiting and too quick to end
their lives. Marty had no reason to leave
them alive to report to the police. Theyd
never live to walk away from the fire
tower, and confined in the cab of the truck
for fifty miles there were not enough
opportunities for a couple of people
linked by a chain to escape a serious
threat from a .45.
Impatient to be away from the store,Marty threatened and growled. Get
going. Youre on the clock ya know.
Al turned the key and backed out of the
dirt parking lot. The truck took to the
blacktop. Tires squealing and enginerevving he headed away from the store,
toward the mountain, toward the place
where the blacktop ended and the gravel
track began.
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In the mountains, distance in the air is not
a measure of the time on the ground
particularly when elevation is involved.The fire tower was an easy stroll above
the Tumbles clearing, but the route Al
planned on taking as far as the clearing
would be a demanding hike. They would
be picking their way along an overgrown
trail obscured by crumbling rock. Al
needed time to think; to plan. Somewhere
along this route, he was certain something
would come to him. At least the slow
tedious travel as far as the Tumbles would
give him time to think. In hopes of
saving their lives, he was going to
deliberately put them in danger. It didnt
make sense, but it was the best he could
come up with. When the blacktop ended
and the truck thumped onto the gravel
road, Al went into action.
Not far up this road was the spot where heusually parked his truck to began his
wandering. Dust rolled into the air
behind the truck. Skidding from side to
side, gravel scattered giving the
impression of speed. On a curve he knew
all too well, he yanked the steering wheelto the left and jammed on the brakes. The
trucks rear skidded sideways and off into
a section of washed-out shoulder.
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What the hell are you doing? Martys
reaction time wasnt as sharp as Al
anticipated and Robin, tossed about in the
truck bed, was even slower to react.
The first time Al slid into this wash-out,
hed gentled the truck out of it and back
on the road promising himself to slow
down on this curve in the future. This
time, he gunned the engine encouraging
the rear tires to spin tossing up dirt and
gravel, digging in deeper.
Marty was yelling, Robin was screaming,
the woman was hanging onto the
dashboard, Al was smiling.
The rear of the truck began to sink tilting
the vehicle to one side. Al mashed his
wrist into the door panel then pushed the
door open. Tumbling out, he pulled at the
chain, dragging the woman after him. But
for the woman's blindfold, Al might havedived into the forest. But, running wasnt
his plannot yet anyhow.
By the time Robin rolled out of the tilted
truck bed, weapon at the ready, Al was
brushing gravel off the woman giving nohint of having intentionally trashed his
own truck.
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Marty crawled across the seat and spilled
out the drivers side door. He lay
sprawled in the gravel only a moment
before the truck tipped gently onto itsside. Its tires spinning without traction,
the old Ford slowly slid into the shallow
wash.
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Chapter 5
In ditching the truck and setting themafoot, Al bought time by slowing their
escape and made himself indispensable to
Marty by intentionally breaking his wrist
compass. Nothing else had been
accomplished. But he got what he
wanted. Now, he would have the control
he needed.
Marty waved the .45, cowing the captives,
reasserting himself. If you want her
dead Davy Crockett, I can arrange it. I
need you, I dont need her.
Al was ready. We should be able to get
closer to the trail I think you want by
going this way. Waving his arm in the
general direction of the mountainside, Al
worked at being agreeable. Lying is an
art practiced best by careful application.Al had practiced carefully for a long time.
He was good at it. And he was pretty sure
by now that Marty didnt know the area.
We dont need the truck. Al offered an
embarrassed grin. You were right. Alittle groveling might put Marty at ease.
I do know a little about the area. We can
still be up there in plenty of time. Theres
a shortcut not far from here. We can go
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straight up to the tower by following a
stream I know, but its rough going
around a recent landslide. Al layered lie
upon hope upon prayer and spliced inconfusing non-details trusting that the
woman would know to keep quiet.
Marty only had one real choice. He was
forced to accept Als plan in place of his
own. Robin, get down there, get the
pack.
He loomed over his captives dark and
threatening. I warned you about lyin to
me The bully jerked his head toward
the woman.
Al stepped between the bully and his
target. We need to get moving. You
want to keep score or you want to get out
of here?
The bully shoved Al aside and vented hisimpatience on Robin. Get a move on,
were sittin ducks here.
Martys frail partner struggle up the ditch
bank dragging the over-stuffed knapsack
by its straps. Not for the first time, Alcaught a look pass between the two that
suggested they were not allied by mutual
concern. Robin wasnt here by choice,
and made no attempt to conceal the fact.
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You, Martys index finger thrust at Als
face for emphasis, lost the truck, so you
can carry the pack. The angry mankicked at the stuffed knapsack and caught
his accomplice in the shin. Without a
gram of concern for the injury, Marty
ignored Robins pain.
Al pulled the pack toward him with a
show of outward obedience. Then he
tested the control hed sacrificed his truck
to gain. You know, wed make better
time if she could see where she was
going. He wanted the blindfolding tape
removed.
Martys short temper took over. "Robin
whines, now you gonna whine too. Shut
the hell up. Go!"
The pistol waved in the womans
direction was sufficient. Al shoulderedthe knapsack and took the lead. With the
woman's hand in his, he hoped to
overcome any pull on the chain and
steady her blind stumbling. Progress
along the gravel road was steady and in a
direction that satisfied Marty. A directionAl selected at a pace he selected. Not
fast, just steady. Slowly, the distance
between the captives and their kidnappers
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stretched into a distance allowing for
cloaked conversation.
Al spoke to his feet concealing the factthat he was talking, trusting that the
woman would hear and understand the
need for quiet. You know, this could
become ugly. Can you handle it?
She didnt answer but he noticed that she
dropped his hand and her faltering steps
steadied easing the tug on the chain
between them.
Youre a risk taker arent you? She
kept her voice low and in it Al heard no
trembling trace of fear.
He nodded; he wasnt the only risk taker.
Risk is the price we'll pay to take
advantage of an opportunity. Al hissed.
I need to know what youre going to do
when time comes.
For several steps, she didnt answer him.
When she did, it wasnt what Al expected.
I was a nurse; killing isnt in my nature.
Ive never so much as hit anyone even inanger. I dont like guns; dont even hunt.
Well once I hit a bear on the nose; that
was fear. I don't know if I could take a
life. Any life. Even these.
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The trace of hesitation in her voice was
what separated people who had done the
kind of work Al had once done from therest of the population. When the time
came, he suspected he would be on his
own with the addition of her safety to
consider. He had only a short time to
prepare a civilian to do the things it had
taken training and experience to prepare
him for. It shouldn't come to that. If it
does, I need to know that youre in a
hundred percent.
Blindfolded?
Im working on that.
Can you work faster? She smiled in his
direction.
Al changed the subject. What the hell is
in this pack? He shifted the unfamiliarweight and gritted his teeth.
Stuff Marty requiredand a few things
we might need.
The path Al selected narrowed into anovergrown trail as the climb up-slope
began in earnest. The air thinned as they
gained altitude and cooled as the sun
moved toward setting. Killing time, Al
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often detoured off the path through brush
and around boulders adding time and
distance to the hike. When the obscure
trail curved sharply around an outcrop ofboulders, the climb became steeper.
From here to the Tumbles, they would
gain almost five hundred feet in elevation.
This was hiking neither bank robber
appeared prepared for.
Al took another chance on himself. Its
getting dark and shes going to fall and
take me with her, then where will you be?
Whats the risk in removing the blindfold
now?
Marty studied his prisoner and his guide;
the graying man in the dingy jacket and
the lined face of the woman in old jeans.
Of all the mistakes the arrogant bully had
made that day, the next one would cost
him dearly. He made the mistake of
taking his captives to be ineffective asopponents. He would come to regret that
assumptionabout both of them. Robin
mumbled something behind Marty that Al
couldnt hear.
Marty barked. All right. But the chainstays.
Convinced that Robin would be their slim
chance at salvation if or when they
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reached the fire tower, Al agreed to
accept the removal of the womans
blindfold and ignore the chain without
fuss. Drawing the woman to within armsreach, he went to work on the
blindfolding tape.
He needed her calm and alert. Whats
your name? He asked. I dont think I
ever knew it.
Ruth. Ruth OConnor.
Al. Trainer. A couple of mountain folks
like us should to be able to handle a
couple of city kids like these. Dont you
think?
With the blindfolding tape pulled free of
her face, Ruth scanned their surroundings.
Al watched her take in the path ahead, the
rocks around them and saw her turn in the
general direction hed selected. Relieved,he was convinced that she knew exactly
where she was.
Marty missed her expression of
recognition. Get moving. He ordered.
Hiking is one thing; gaining elevation is
quite another. Al struggled to conceal the
pain in his knees. If he weakened, he'd
lose the edge he'd gained when he took
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the lead and he needed to be the one
choosing the path. As long as his
leadership remained unquestioned, he was
confident that they would survive. Hisconfidence was based on years of
shepherding covert teams in and out of
danger but confidence wasnt the only
thing Al would need to survive in the
mountains of Colorado. With an
untrained woman as his only ally, he
would need blind obedience and total
cooperation.
Careful not to be seen, Ruth tugged at the
chain for Als attention and spoke in time
with the sound of their steps. Youre
headed for the Tumbles arent you?
Yeah. Ive got a plan. In truth, what he
had wasnt a plan; it was little more than
an idea, but he saw no sense in scaring
her with honesty.
If you let me lead, I can show you an
easier trail for bad knees that would
probably put us there long before dark.
I dont want to get there before dark. I
want to arrive just at dark. They arentlikely to let us stop before then. If we
arrive too soon, theyll make us go on to
the fire tower. Then he thought to add.
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And theres nothing wrong with my
knees.
Her muted response to his obvious lie wasa less than ladylike snort. But she was
right about his knees. And there was a
shorter path. Normally when Al was
hiking, shorter was better. They could
have reached the Tumbles in half an hour,
but it would still have been light when
they arrived and Als plan needed it to be
dark. So dark that their captors wouldnt
know where they were. So dark they
couldnt see the fire tower that would be
just above them. Hiking distance was the
only way he could manage to time their
arrival just right.
If you took the lead, theyd notice. It
might be better if they think yourewell
youre... If they thought she was
helpless, all the better. Still, Als
experience had taught him not tounderestimate others.
Helpless? She understood his intent.
Yeah. Al frowned at a notion he hoped
wasnt true. He was likely going to needall the help he could get and it looked like
a small hidden pocket knife and a middle-
aged woman were going to be the best he
could do. Behind or beside him, the
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womans step never faltered. There was
no longer any drag on the chain at Als
waist. His earlier fear that shed lag
behind was proving false.
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Chapter 6
On the mountainside, there was nolingering dusk. The sun disappeared
leaving the trees and brush in deep
shadow. The sound of water clashing
against rock ahead of them told the
captives where they were. It didnt tell
Robin or Marty anything. A moment
later the four of them stepped into the
small clearing where Al had spent dozens
of hours. The timing was perfect.
Carefully formed plans seldom worked,
but this time Al was delighted. He
dropped the bulky knapsack and toppled
over beside it pulling the woman down
next to him.
Before Marty could threaten, Al ramped
his temper up to full throttle. If youre
going to shoot us, go ahead. Youll be atthe tower a couple of hours after daylight
tomorrow. Im not going any farther in
the dark. Id just as soon you shoot me
here and now as to stumble onto a snake
or a walk into a bear in the dark. So, he
waved his approval at the pistol, have atit.
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Bears forage twenty hours a day this
time of year. Ruth offered the fact to
support Als wild notion.
Bears? Marty cringed.
Al shrugged, but he heard fear in the
bullys voice.
Marty, perpetually angry, kicked at the
pack.
Do you want me to set up the tent for
you? Al was pretty sure that a
condescending tone would prod Marty
into action. As he suspected, the arrogant
bullys reaction followed suit.
You think I cant do it? He growled in
the shadow of an obscene gesture
exercised for Als benefit.
Al hung his head to hide a smile.
Establishing a make-shift camp by
lantern-light quickly became something
of a circus. Martys ego had suffered
through the afternoon hike with each step
he was forced to take as a follower.Attempting to erect the tent without help
was nothing short of useless bravado, his
way of recovering lost dignity. In truth,
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his wilderness skills fell short of even
Als low opinion.
Martys efforts were a show. Hisaudience sat on a bed of pine needles
leaning comfortably against a fallen tree.
With an offer of bottled water Robin took
a seat next to them. Ill by any standard,
one shin bruised to the bone, Al took
secret note of the fact that Martys
accomplice was exhausted by the hike.
From the shadows, the three of them
watched Marty struggle with the small
tent Al had carried with the knapsack.
Pitching a tent by lantern light would be a
chore for someone who knew how. For
Marty, novice woodsman that he
obviously was, in the shadows, the
difficult became impossible. For Al,
Martys antics began to firm up an
otherwise flimsy plan. He laughed,
daring to point at the frustrated man.
An angry man and a gun make a
dangerous combination but when Al had a
plan, he acted. He might have acted more
cautiously, but that wouldnt have been
Al. He ignored the weapon and laughed.He would have laughed at anything Marty
did. The idea was to laugh at Marty. And
Al laughed, pointing at Martys confusion
over the tent.
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You think its so funny. Marty
chambered a round five inches from Als
nose. You put it up. Marty bit off thecommand ramming the gun into Als
chest. A bullys way of regaining lost
dignity.
Al apologized, humbled himself and
climbed to his feet dragging at the chain.
Can I do it alone? He flipped the chain.
When Al had a plan, nothing, but nothing
got in the way, especially when it was
working.
Marty jerked his head and Robin
unlocked the padlock that had rubbed
Als hip all day. Laying the chain at
Ruths side and grinding the padlock into
the loose soil, Al whispered two words
into her ear. Not yet.
Al Trainer could set up a small tent in tenminutes, in a gale force wind, on uneven
ground, between bolts of lightening and
under hostile fire. Setting up this tent,
however, made unique demands. This
tent was key to the plan for which Al had
searched. Besides an excuse to get thechain unlocked, the tent, if he set it up
according to his plan, would give them
the time they needed to get away. All he
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needed was a couple of loose tent pegs.
And a little cooperation.
The small tent eventually sat taut andperfectly shaped waiting for Martys
approval. Al stood in the lanterns light
admiring his work until the big man and
his ever-present pistol forced him back
onto his end of the chain. When the
clogged padlock clicked closed, Al grit
his teeth. Failure didn't sit well. For all
his effort, the two of them were again
chained. Running was still out of the
question.
Robin was first in the tent to sleep while
Marty kept an eye on the chained pair.
For a while the two captives sat watching
flecks of moonlight glint off the .45. If
we could separate those two, Al
whispered, Robin already seems to be at
odds with Marty. It shouldn't be toodifficult to drive a wedge between them in
our favor. Of course, if Marty falls asleep
on watch, we could make a break for it in
spite of the chain. Al offered, hoping to
avoid the confrontation his loose tent peg
plan would require.
Or, the woman added, if we can stop
them right here, before they have a
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chance to get away. Wouldn't that be
better?
If we have a chance to get away anddont, what youre talking about is
deliberately taking on two weapons and
two desperate outlaws. The daring ideas
were usually Als.
You afraid of a little danger? She knew
he wasnt, shed been watching him since
the beginning.
Useless danger, yes." Al faced her
challenge. "Im scared. Scared you dont
know what youre suggesting. In a
sullen silence, Al continued thumbing
through their options; sorting ideas in his
head, again conjuring a plan only to find
it flawed and be forced to abandon it
without sharing the idea.
He didnt realize how long the silencebetween them had lasted until he was
startled by her voice low and clear.
If youre thinking you have to protect
me, you should know that I can take care
of myself. Ive had some survivaltraining. I was an Army nurse for twenty-
two years. Southeast Asia, Middle East.
Dont let the fact that Im female fool
you. Im probably in better shape than
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you are. I can catch a fish with my bare
hands and see a fly at twenty feet and
my knees are still good.
Al winced at the truth. This was a time
for inventorying assets not saving face.
Point taken.
You asked me if Id be in a hundred
percent when the time came. Ive thought
about it and now, Im asking you the
same thing.
Sure. Al nodded in the darkness. If it
comes to that. Hopefully it wont but if it
does. Al agreed and the die was cast.
He just didnt know what shape the
casting would take, what action would be
required, but now at least he knew
someone was watching his back.
Twenty feet? Al questioned what was
surely an exaggeration of her visualacuity added for his amusement.
Well, she yawned, maybe nineteen.
They watched Martys dark shape move
around the campsite, rooting in theknapsack, smoking too many cigarettes
and wandering tripping and stumbling in
the dark. The bumbling bank robber
began to imagine dangers in the forest
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that only he could see. He saw eyes
watching him from every angle. When he
convinced himself that theyd been
followed from town, he insisted thelantern be extinguished; yet he continued
to smoke and mumble to himself.
Al laughed. Maybe hell get poison ivy
or better yet, fall and break a leg. I
wouldnt let you splint it you know. You
wouldnt help him as long as he has the
gun would you?
There was no answer; the woman slept.
Al intended to keep one alert eye on
Marty. He settled down under his jacket
for warmth and with the other eye,
watched the stars overhead. Wherever he
slept under an open sky, he listened.
Here, he listened to the mountains
sounds. This was the place he came to
spend his down-time. The noisy natural
sounds soothed away reality replacing itwith the sound of rock and water from the
Tumbles and the smell of a bed of pine
needles.
The muted rattle of the chain brought him
back to reality. He realized that he musthave been asleep. An arm reached over
him followed by the pressure of a head
against his shoulder and a body stretched
out close to him. Hed forgotten the
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comfortable feel of a woman. Most of the
time, it wasnt something he dared to
allow himself to think about.
Im cold. She whispered. I hope you
dont mind. In other circumstances, Id
wait for an invitation, but you seem a
little slow.
Any time, any circumstances. Al
pulled his jacket over her and drew her
warmth in closer. Not as slow as you
might think. Youre here arent you.
Marty prowled constantly but for Al,
there was nothing to be done. The
exaggerated route hed chosen and the
forced nature of the climb had taken a
physical toll that he privately
acknowledged. Bone deep fatigue
wouldnt be denied. He lay listening to
the womans breathing and to the
mountain. The night sounds told himdawn was no more than three or four
hours away. Comfort and warmth
blended with exertion and lack of sleep.
Al drifted away from consciousness.
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Chapter 7
By moonrise, Marty had fretted himselfinto exhaustion and he woke Robin. The
rustle of the changing of the guard woke
Ruth. She lay quiet. There was
something about a mans arms that could
warm a woman head to toe and she didnt
want to give that up. Still, in time, she
quietly rolled away from Al and sat up.
Robin, she hissed. Robin.
The slender shadow crept toward her.
Be quiet, youll wake up Marty. What
do you want?
A few minutes of privacy. Please.
Unchain me, just for a minute. I promise
I wont run off. I promise. The woman
begged.
Martyd shoot me if he woke up and
found Id unlocked you.
I promise. Ruth repeated. "Please."
Robin hesitated then dug out the key;daring Martys anger was no small thing
but Robin was already at odds with him
and finally finding the courage to defy
him felt good. Back in the store, when
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Marty had relinquished the small
revolver, he was unaware that he could
easily have been Robin's target. Now,
however, the pistol was pointed at Alssleeping head.
Only a short time passed before, as
promised, Ruth returned to the clearing.
Approaching the figure huddled near Al,
she settled quietly to the ground between
the sleeping man and the pistol.
You dont want to be here do you?
Ruth whispered.
Robin shivered, pocketed the pistol and
blew on a pair of chilled fists for warmth.
By the time dawn pushed back the night,
the two had been in conversation for an
hour. In that time, Ruth had driven home
the wedge they needed between Robin
and Marty. Robin's story convinced herthat Marty was responsible for the bank
robbery, but the actions that bungled it
were Robins deliberate attempt to stop
the crime. The car trouble they had and
the botched getaway into these mountains
were Robins doing. Marty had neededmoney, lots of it and Robin was caught in
his scheming by circumstances.
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Al knew what woke him. Whispering.
He didnt move, open his eyes or draw
audible breath. Ruth sat with her back to
him talking to Robin. For a minute hethought they were in league. Their words
were obscure but the tone they shared was
conversational. He knew he should not
have slept but any harm was done.
Al. Ruth turned shaking him.
Im awake. He admitted.
If you can take Marty, we can get out of
here and turn him in to the sheriff at
Sedalia.
What? Al found himself again buying
time.
Take Marty. Ruth repeated
And if I cant?" Al protested any planguaranteed to fail. "Take him that is?
Hes six-eight, two-eighty. Hes got
twenty years on me. Are you crazy!
Then youre not the man I thought you
were. She dared him. Maybe youdrather take the girl.
What girl? Al wasnt slow, but
sometimes he was a little dense.
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The women nodded. Al felt his position
as leader slipping away and he didnt
know why.
You think Im some kind of hero? Al
was half afraid of the coming answer.
Somehow theyd set him up. Forced him
to back himself into a lose-lose corner.
Again the nodding heads encouraged him.
Not a hero, more like a fool. Im not
taking on a .45 in the dark.
Ruth held out her hand. In it, the small
pistol Robin had surrendered while they
talked. Take this. The gun Marty has is
the one from the store. It hasnt been
cleaned or fired in years. Its probably
loaded with blanks. It was my Fathers.
He came home from the war hating guns
but we needed something in the store.
It wont hurt you. Robin whispered.
Like hell it wont. Itll make a hole big
enough to drain away gallons of body
fluid and several important organs. Alhad taken a hit from a .45 more than once
and the memory was vivid.
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But its loaded with blanks. Robin
repeated. You wont get hurt.
Thats a dangerous myth. Al spat.The velocity at which that harmless
wadding leaves the barrel is enough to kill
at close range, and inside that tent, trust
me, is close range. Im not going in and
neither are either of you. As far as were
concerned, Marty is packing live rounds.
You understand? Al had his say and he
could see that the two women had let go
of a plan that would most likely have
permanently disabled if not outright killed
him.
Still, Al knew what had to be done and he
was glad hed rigged the tent while setting
it up. What remained was to share his
plan with two women who were about to
take on a man both had reason to fear
and hate. That they were not an
experienced, highly trained team becameclear during his whispered make-shift
briefing. Their attention wandered; not in
fear of their task, but in what Al soon
identified as fidgeting expectation. These
two couldn't wait to get Marty on the
defensive.
Earlier, when hed set up the tent to
collapse on cue, Al had done so with no
thought that hed have allies when the
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time came, much less eager ones. He
assigned each woman a peg; he would
take the side of the tent opposite them.
Carefully, he explained to Ruth andRobin that they must all pull at their
assigned pegs at the same time in order to
have the tent fall smoothly around the
sleeping figure. He stressed that they
must, absolutely must, wait until they
received his signal before pulling. Once
the tent was down, they were to
immediately begin rolling Marty into a
snug log so that Al could wrap the chain
around him before cutting away the tent
fabric at his head and legs. If everyone
cooperated, Al promised the women, it
would take less than sixty seconds to turn
the tables on the big man.
Weather threatened their one advantage
surprise. Dawn came behind gray clouds
and distant rumbling thunder. Serious
thunder or rain on his tent would surelywake Marty. There could be no further
delay. He might begin to stir at any
moment.
Als team ignored the coming storm.
They itched to be about their task for thesake of it. He wondered if thered be
even enough accidental cooperation to
yield any measure of success. Lacking
that, hed probably be forced to find out
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once and for all if he could take the
muscled kidnapper.
He neednt have worried about success.He should have worried about
cooperation. The zealous women pulled
their pegs before Al had determined
where Martys head lay. The tent floated
down on the sleeping man. Before the
canvas had settled, the women rolled the
now helpless man toward Al shoving him
out of their way, bumping the hapless
bully over Als un-pulled tent pegs.
Bound by the tent, the two women stood
over their captive congratulating each
other. Al was wrong, it took less than
thirty seconds.
The first slit Al cut in the tent roll allowed
him to retrieve the .45. The second
opening exposed the red pulsing face of a
man well practiced in the art of anger and
virtually unskilled in its management.The women stood by congratulating
themselves, amused by the impotent
profanity Marty bellowed.
Al listened to their triumphant chatter.
He should have been relieved that thesituation had been resolved without injury
but what he felt was a hint of doubt. The
sooner Marty was delivered to the law,
the more likely the bully was to escape
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retribution at the hands of a couple of
recently empowered women.
Marty thrashed and twisted in the roll ofrain-soaked canvas cursing and
threatening what he would do once he
freed himself. He verbally abused the
natural peace of the mountain morning
until Ruth threatened his face with a
switch. Al had witnessed revenge. He
even believed in it in some situations, but
Marty lacked the concept. Al would have
to intervene on his behalf if the womens
hostility escalated. Defending a bully was
not something Al would relish.
Only the mans head was visible outside
of the rolled, chained tent. Due to the
womens preemptive actions, Martys feet
were not where Al intended them to be
when the tent fell. It was not going to be
possible for the irate man to walk wound
up in the tent as his feet were. He wouldhave to be freed before he could be
properly restrained.
You gotta get me outta here. Martys
arrogance was all Al needed to confirm
that preparing him to hike back down themountain was not going to be an easy
task.
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Ladies, Al set about asserting his
imagined authority. We need to tie him
up and get back to the truck. Theres a
radio in it. If its still working, we cancall for help.
The women stared at him. Al had seen
that look before and it always meant that,
as clear as he believed his orders were,
more of an explanation was required.
Facing the women, Al rattled a loose
section of the binding chain. One end
around his wrists, the other around his
ankles should slow him down but allow
him to walk. Were going to have to
unwind him but hes not going to be easy
to handle.
Al had already guessed that what needed
doing was too simple not to become
complicated with the women involved.
He was right. Without a pause, Robin
went into action. She dug into theoversized knapsack tossing assorted items
out of her way. When she rose from the
pack, she headed directly across the
clearing for Marty. She went swinging a
cast iron skillet.
Al lunged taking a position between the
young woman and the writhing bundle.
Standing between Marty and Robin
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wasnt exactly the way he thought hed
use the wedge between them.
Where are you going with that? Hedemanded, already suspecting Robins
goal.
Al turned to Ruth and flexed shoulders
that still ached from yesterdays march.
I cant believe you packed a skillet?
Robin. He considered urging decency
on the young woman and abandoned the
idea immediately. Better to reason
compassion, he thought, but suspecting
that wouldnt stop her either, he suggested
common sense. Well have to carry him
if you knock him out. Either that or sit
here in the rain until he comes to again.
Im not going to knock him out.
Robins Midwestern drawl accented her
threat. Im going to beat the livin crapout of him.
Al believed her.
Look Ive seen for myself that he
mistreats you but there are legal ways tohandle that. He tried to bring her back to
her better nature, assuming she had one.
And a skillet isnt one of them.
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Al could see that his argument carried no
weight. Ruth, handle this.
The woman remained comfortably seatedat a distance. Al, he beat her, he
degraded her. When she was fifteen he
traded her for drugs. He used her as it
suited him. I say let her have at least one
whack. When Ruth smacked her thigh
for emphasis, Robin flinched.
At one time, Al Trainers lifes work was
confronting hostile action; he never
wanted to, yet, when required, he always
did what needed doing. But a
confrontation with a determined woman?
That, he avoided whenever possible.
Hed been lucky that these two had
listened to him about the gun; but now,
against them, he felt outnumbered and out
of his element.
Still, he was reluctant to stand by in thepresence of wholesale murder. He
preferred reasoning interference. It
demanded less blood. He tried Ruth
again. You arent the woman I thought
you were if you can encourage violence
as an answer to violence. Youre a nursefor Petes sake!
Robin stood over Marty, the skillet raised
over her head. Al saw the hatred in her
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eyes and recognized that she was quite
capable of hitting the squirming man.
And hitting him repeatedly.
You cant stop her. Ruth told Al If
you interfere now, she will only try again
and the next time you might not be there
and shell succeed. She needs to stop
herself. To know that it was her choice.
Someone else stopping her wouldnt
resolve anything.
Al wasnt into psychology. He was into
not witnessing deliberate murder and to
getting everyone off the mountain alive
and in reasonably sound condition. For a
heavy moment his eyes were on the skillet
raised over Robins head. Als only
option seemed to be to tackle her feet as
she began the down swing. That should
throw off her aim and limit Martys
injuries.
The moment when Robin would have
swung passed and the skillet clattered
harmlessly where she threw it against the
rocks. Wrapped in the tent, Marty lay
quiet. And very lucky. Al hoped hed
learned a lesson.
Ruth stood, brushed imaginary dust off
her jeans and smiled as though near
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murder hadn't just happened. Now
what?" She faced Al.
Offered leadership, Al jumped at thechance to quiet raw nerves.
"We use that chain to restrain him then
head down the mountain and call the
law."
"He could still escape." Ruth noted and
Robin nodded agreement.
As easily as he'd gained command, Al felt
it slipping away.
"Theres whats left of a fallen tree, a
section of its trunk, a stump, it's not far.
Ruth pointed. We can wrap the chain
around it. She left the description
incomplete allowing the image of Marty
chained to what remained of a fallen tree
to form for itself.
Al looked at Marty then, one at a time, at
the women. A dead stump? What for?"
He puzzled a moment and then saw no
point in interfering with what they had in
mind. "Never mind." He surrendered toa logic he recognized but would only
understand when he saw it in action.
"Your idea. Your plan. You go get it."
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In times of need, lack of chivalry came
naturally to a man who had commanded
women as well as men. They weren't all
the same to Al, but in times of necessity,arms and legs, and brains were what made
the difference between success and
failure; polite society didnt enter into it.
Under no circumstances did he intend to
let either the small revolver or the old .45
pass into either womans hands. He
would be the one to keep an eye on
Marty.
The two women pushed, dragged and
rolled the stump of what was once a fir
tree into the clearing. Al studied the
flared root base and what was left of the
two-foot diameter trunk. A huge bulge on
the trunk near the roots, probably what
killed the tree, guaranteed that the chain
circling the stump between the bulge and
the roots would stay put.
When Al pronounced his reluctant
approval of their find, the women went to
work while he stood guard with Robins
pistol. He wasnt sure who he was
protecting, but he wasnt really prepared
to shoot anyone but Marty. In the nexthalf hour, Al watched subtle revenge at
work.
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Ruth and Robin pulled at the chain and
flipped the tent and its contents rolling
down a slight incline where its forward
motion was stopped abruptly by a tree.Not exactly the way Al would have done
it, but the rough handling accomplished
the task. Marty was knocked nearly
senseless and freed from the winding tent
and the chain.
Woozy from his impact with the tree, the
bully was belted by the chain padlocked
snuggly at his waist. The opposite end of
the chain was wrapped around the stump
between the root flare and the bulge.
Marty wasnt going anyplace that he
couldnt carry the stump. When Al
mentioned that the chain at his waist
might be a little tight, two pair of eyes
under knit, disapproving brows snapped
in his direction.
Al defended his reasoning. Im justsaying that when he lifts that stump to
walk--.
Hardly generous, Ruth allowed an
additional two links.
When Martys head stopped swimming,
the two women jerked and prodded the
big man on his feet.
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Al traded the pistol for the more
intimidating .45. Under its threat, held
steady in Als hand, Marty picked up the
stump but refused to move. Legs spreadfor balance, he woke the heavens with his
ranting. In the language of curdling
anger, his violent nature boiled over in a
tirade, not so much against Al as against
the women.
Al groaned and made an attempt to
convince the bully that he needed to
cooperate. With both his hands on the
stump, Al pushed Marty up to a boulder
pinning him there with the stump wedged
between them. Hardly above a whisper
Al gave reason a try.
You listen to me you sorry excuse for a
human being. Youre a cruel son-of-a-
bitch and thats earned you pretty near
anything either of these women want to
do to you. So as far as Im concernedthey can beat you to death with that skillet
and pound your carcass to mush with it.
But, man to man here, I feel that I oughta
warn you because apparently youve
missed learning a valuable lesson in your
miserable life. And that is that thecruelest man isnt as capable of as much
downright meanness as is the sweetest
woman whos out for revenge. And
youve set these women against you.
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Now, whether you live long enough to be
arrested is entirely up to you. If youre
smart enough to stop pissing them off,
you just might survive this. But if youkeep up this yelling, if you dont shut up
and they dont beat the crap out of you
first, I just may shoot you myself. After
a second thought, he added. In the foot
and leave youfor the bears."
Al took one long step backward allowing
the stump to drop at Martys feet. The
thud was followed by silence. Al was
satisfied that perhaps some bit of truth
had finally penetrated Martys anger.
The trip down slope was a nightmare no
military task or small town assignment
would ever be able to match. The light
drizzling rain persisted. A downpour
would have washed the steep trail clean
and given them some chance of secure
footing, but the fine droplets created athin coat of mud underfoot. Marty
stumbled and slid barely keeping to the
trail as Ruth led. Directly behind Marty,
Robin kept an uneven pace leaning on a
branch which she had fashioned into a
walking stick. Behind her, Al brought upthe rear, the smaller pistol wedged in his
belt at his belly, the big .45 in the small of
his back and a steady eye on Marty.
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He should have known that the peace hed
wrenched from Marty was temporary.
Still Al hoped hed seen, and heard, the
last disruption. He hoped, but not forlong. He didnt see it but he was certain
that Robin and her walking stick figured
in the deed.
Marty stumbled off the trail and was
dragged down an incline by the weight of
the falling stump. He tumbled into a
stand of aspens where freak momentum
flung the chain into a loop around his
neck.
The three of them began inching their
way down the incline toward the choking
man. When Als jacket caught on in a
thorn bush, the women slid quickly past
him and on down the toward Marty. Als
intention was to reach Marty and untangle
the choking length of chain before the
man lost consciousness. He was certainthat the womens intentions no doubt
varied.
At the bottom of the incline, Marty
couldnt or wouldnt calm down.
Blistering the quiet forest with a gaspingharangue, he alternately clutched at the
wet slippery chain then pumped his fists
into anyone who got near him. In lashing
about, he grasped at Ruth with a hand
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large enough to encircle her throat. In an
unplanned second, Marty had a hostage.
The chain that bit into his neck began toloosen as he calmed. With his free hand,
Marty was able to escape the strangling
loop. As he did, his grip at Ruth's throat
tightened.
Als experience told him how things
would go if he allowed Marty to settle
into control. He stood eye to eye with the
choking woman and toe to toe with her
determined captor. Gunplay was out of
the question. Al locked on Martys eyes
and bent toward Ruth. "You told me you
had training. You know what to do?"
When she nodded understanding, Al's
right fist shot from his shoulder at the
moment he yelled for her to duck. If Ruth
had ducked, she'd have been free and
uninjured, but she twisted to Al's right,
into the path of his fist. His blow rippedacross her jaw and into Marty's throat
strangling the startled mans air flow.
Stunned, Ruth crumpled at Marty's feet.
Al backed away from him dragging her
by the collar. Then he cocked the pistoland pointed it prepared to fire.
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She tripped me. Marty rasped and
pointed at Robin ignoring all aspects of
his attack on Ruth.
I dont care. Al shrugged and waved
the pistol. Get up there. Under Als
threat, Marty worked at dragging the
stump back up to the trail.
Al pulled Ruth to her feet tugging at her
jacket. On her jaw, a bruise in the shape
of his knuckles was already forming. In
the Army, didn't you learn to take orders?
I told you to duck. You dodged. Why
didn't you duck?" He demanded.
In the police academy, didn't you learn
to be civil to civilians? You hit me, can't
you just apologize. Do you have to yell.
She shot back.
It took them another two hours to cover
the distance back to where Al had ditchedhis truck. They found it exactly as they'd
left it less than twenty-four hours ago.
Al stood on the edge of the gravel road
and waited for those few hours to catch
up with events. He knew what he needed.He needed to get into the truck. He
needed its radio to be in working
condition. He needed to keep Marty from
taking off, stump and all. He needed to
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keep the women from brutalizing the
bully. He couldn't trust either of them
with the pistol. He needed to be in two
places at once.
Always open to options, Al saw only
three choices. He pushed the kidnapper
to the edge of the road above the wrecked
truck. "Listen to me. Ive got three
choices. You can let me chain you to that
truck down there. I can shoot you where
you stand, or I can leave you and this
pistol up here with the women. I don't
much care which. Its up to you. But, I
need to get down there." Al pointed to
the truck. Not that he cared what
happened to the bully; he was tired of
defending the likes of Marty against the
women.
If his radio worked, Al would send a call
for help. If the radio didn't work, he
would be forced to leave the man chainedto the chassis of the over-turned pickup
truck. It was the only way they could
make it back to town for help before dark.
Another night in the mountains, cold, and
without food or shelter in this rain was
not an option and it all depended on aperpetually hostile man whose only fear
seemed to be bearsand a couple of
women.
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Finally, a plan worked. Held in the sights
of the .45, Marty chained himself to the
trucks chassis apparently unaware that he
was trading the stump for an effectiveprison. He responded predictably. He
kicked at the undercarriage and the tires
and howled at the imagined injustice
being done him.
Up on the road, the women sat in the mud
on the shoulder watching events transpire
at the bottom of the ditch. "Robin, it will
be better for you if you turn yourself in."
Ruth broached the difficult subject.
"Yeah, I thought about that. Some of the
things I've done have to be paid for and
the way things work, I'll probably have to
testify against Marty"
"Is that a problem?"
"He's my step-brother. I probablyshouldnt speak against him, he raised me
after our parents died, but hes done
wrong and the only way I can get myself
right is to do whats right. Thanks for
believing me and for treating me decently.
No body ever did that."
Ruth nodded. The women fell silent
listening to Marty howl; watching Al
work around the mangled truck. Cold
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clumsy fingers grappled with damaged
wiring in his effort to power the radio.
The headlights flashed and the horn
blared in turn. Als struggle to create theproper connection became a challenge
that amused and distracted the tired
women.
"So? You and Al, are you? Robin
hinted for details. You know, an item?"
"Us? An item? No. The single word
trailed off as Ruth watched Als delight
when the reluctant radio come to life.
In minutes, the county sheriff's car
followed by two state troopers arrived
scattering gravel and splattering mud.
Marty was hauled out of the ditch and
bundled, chain and all, shrieking and
flailing into the sheriff's car. Robin sat
weeping in another car.
It was over.
One minute Al and Ruth were standing on
the mountain road in the rain listening to
Marty howl obscenities at them, the next
they stood shivering, inside the old store.
Waiting for the patrol car that would take
Al home, Ruth leaned on the cluttered
counter. Silence in the old store had
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always been comfortable. Now it was
awkward. Painful. Theyd been through
too much to talk about the weather.
Shared too much danger to be casualacquaintances. Where once little or no
conversation was the norm, the silence in
the store shouted until Ruth spoke aloud
to her own thoughts. I would never have
hurt him or allowed Robin to hurt him.
You could have fooled me. Al shot
back the contradiction.
Robin needed to believe that someone
was on her side for a change. Siding with
her was a way out without anyone being
killed. It was all I could think to do to
avoid your plan.
My plan? You think I would have killed
two people just like that? Al snapped his
fingers.
Her eyes held him. I think you know
how. She whispered.
A lot of people these days know how,
that doesnt mean they would. Als
innocence in this instance wasnt much ofan argument in his favor and he knew it.
Hoping to end her pointed evaluation, he
thought to distract her by exaggerating the
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effort it took to shake himself out of his
soggy torn jacket.
She pressed on. You would have; youhave the ability. It was in your voice, in
your attitude. Dont misunderstand me,
in the middle of everything, I was glad
you were there, glad you stood up to
Marty, glad you werent afraid to take a
life if it had come to that.
He stood at the door listening to her tell
him truths he truly wished he could
separate himself from.
It was like you had a job to do and when
you finished it, you put away the tools.
The voice, the attitude, theyre like your
jacket, something you put on to do a job
then discard when the work is done. The
ability to kill though? Can you shed that
too?
Some truths shouldnt be denied. Cant
be denied. Who Al was and the things he
had donethese were the kind of truths
that demanded honesty. He hoped that
silence would serve both masters. Candor
and honesty.
Having said what she believed needed
saying, she moved on. Ill have your
truck towed to Sedalia for repairs. When
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theyre finished with it, do you want to
pick it up here?
Surprised, he nodded at the subtleinvitation, opened the screen door and
raised his hand in a half-hearted salute.
Everything that needed to be said, for the
moment, had been said. No additional
conversation was called for or required.
When he returned, things would not be
the same in the old store or at the
Tumbles. Yet, that would probably be
alright he admitted to himself. In time, he
would tell Ruth the whole truth about Al
Trainer.