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7/24/2004 12:19 PM
 
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7/26/2004 2:07 AM
 
 

The ground swelled and fell and the green was bright in the near places and grew hazy on the hills farther away.  Gradually, the rises in the earth became more pronounced and the valleys between them more dramatic.  The occasional foothill became a steady stream of growing hills until finally they were mountains.  Such was the terrain that moved under the two bikes as they rolled Northwesterly through South Carolina, across the pencil of land that made up the Northeastern corner of Georgia and then became North Carolina.

 

Each time they rolled over a peak or along an elevated road, the scenery became more and more breathtaking.  Jazz found herself trying to imagine how many centuries it took to form these mountains and valleys.  She wondered if they were this pristine and awe inspiring to the Native Americans who were here in 1700, 1200 or in the year 2 A.D.  Somehow, the mountains, though there for all mankind to enjoy, seemed to be there for the purpose of making her relationship to this man who’s belt she could feel under her hands all the more important.  She thought, “These Mountains are so massive and magnificent, yet they are only a small place on this gigantic planet and this planet is so small when compared to the universe.  It all makes us humans seem so tiny and insignificant.  Yet we have a burning need to be important, to be worthwhile.  We form bonds with other humans and we cling to those relationships in order that we can be a vital part of someone’s life.  Thus our need to be significant is fulfilled when another human makes us so.  Without the love and affection, but mostly the need, we feel from another person, life would be meaningless, useless.”  She made up her mind that she would express these feelings to Sudz when they had a quiet moment together again.  “Tonight,” she told herself.  “Tonight, I’ll tell Sudz how I need him and he needs me, even if we have to talk of such things right in front of Nadu.”

 

For a fleeting moment, she felt a mild resentment that Nadu was traveling with them. She wanted to be alone on the planet with Sudz, just two humans making their way through life, loving each other and depending on each other.  Then she pushed that feeling aside and looked over at the Indian girl riding so comfortably along beside them, her hair working a few strands out of the confinement and flapping in the wind like a cartoon character.  She felt a twinge of guilt that she had ever resented the presence of such a sweet and beautiful creature as Nadu.  She was happy that she had come to know her and hoped that she would have her as a close friend for the balance of her life.

 

She also felt a stab of guilt for the way she had conducted herself last night.  She knew Nadu’s pup tent was only a few feet from the pop up camper she shared with Sudz.  She knew the girl would hear any unusual sound, yet she had made it a point to let the girl know everything that was going on between herself and her lover.  She had made all the sounds of passion she could muster, trying to invade the girl’s mind with mental pictures of her and Sudz.  She hoped she could eventually turn Nadu’s thoughts into desire and she wanted to be there when Nadu lost that innocence she was clinging to.  She wanted to share that moment.

 

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook off her thoughts.  “After all,” she reminded herself, “Nadu didn’t answer my question when I point blank asked her if she was a virgin.  The girl is a young adult, has been to college, and has lived in a world of peer pressure.  Surely, she isn’t still a virgin.”

 

Nadu looked over at her as they raced along a rare straight area of roadway.  When she saw that Jazz was staring at her, she smiled politely at her friend.  Jazz wrinkled her nose and returned the smile.  She really liked Nadu.  She looked at the smooth dark skin and the way her loose clothes were plastered to her body in the wind.  Nadu wasn’t skinny, nor was she overweight.  She had softness, a roundness about her that was both youthful and comfortable, like the softness of a mother’s arms.  But Jazz knew that underneath that soft looking exterior there were muscles that were capable of strong marshal arts moves.  Her agility and ability when she stopped Mickey from further harming Merritt had become well known throughout the biker group.

 

Presently, Sudz raised his hand to get Nadu’s attention and pointed to a turnout where they could stop for a rest.  Nadu nodded agreement and the bikes slowed together and eased off the narrow highway onto a section of shoulder that had a rock wall for tourists to stand and look over.  They parked the bikes and dismounted.  Sudz made a big production of stretching his legs, pushing his back with his hands and making loud groaning sounds.  Jazz passed by him and went to the rock wall to admire the valley before them and the mountains beyond.  Nadu joined her, carrying a small bag she had taken from her leather saddle bag.

 

“That was a long stretch of road we just covered,” Sudz called out.  “I’m stiff.”

 

Nadu pulled a banana from the bag and offered it to Jazz.  Jazz accepted it with a smile and returned her gaze upon the scenery.  “Look,” she told Nadu, “It looks just like there’s a forest fire on the side of that mountain.  See?”

 

“Yes,” said Nadu.  “That’s how they got the name Smokey Mountains.  The white clouds cling to the trees and look like smoke rising.”

 

“You are so fortunate to have grown up around all this beauty,” Jazz looked at Nadu.

 

Nadu peeled her banana and pulled a third one from the now empty bag.  She turned and offered it to Sudz, “Want a banana?” she called.  Sudz came forward to take the offering.  Nadu said, “Yes, I am fortunate.  I don’t think I could enjoy living anywhere else for very long.”

 

“Where are we?” Jazz asked, watching Nadu bite a third of the banana off.

 

Nadu chewed the large portion of banana a few times to make it small enough for her to speak, then said with her mouth still full “Maggie Valley, North Carolina.  We are very close to my home in Cherokee.  It’s an Indian Reservation.”

 

“How much farther?” Sudz asked.

 

“If we drove straight on, we could be there in 40 minutes or so,” Nadu answered.  Then she asked, “Do you hear that?”

 

The other two listened.  Below them, in the valley, came a sound like a steady wind blowing through the treetops.  “Yes,” Jazz said, “What is that sound?”

 

“Just below us there is a mountain stream.  The water is crashing over the rocks and making that roar.  The streams are the most beautiful places in these mountains.  They are sacred to my people.  They represent cleansing and they are the places where I do my rituals for purification.” Nadu said and took another large bite of the banana.

 

“Yes,” Sudz said, “You know I noticed that you were standing in a moving stream back at the park when that deal with Merritt interrupted you.  Was that a ritual you were doing?”

 

“Sort of,” she smiled.  “That wasn’t the full ritual because all those people were around and the water was not moving very fast.”

 

“Is it important that the water is moving?” Jazz asked.

 

“Oh yes,” Nadu said.  “It is sort of a religious ritual and sort of a natural thing as well.  We believe that moving water takes all the bad things that happen to us, including all the bad feelings, and washes them down the stream if our hearts truly want to be purified.  Our religion is very much like the Christian religion, you know.  You’ve heard of baptizing, haven’t you?”

 

“Of course,” Jazz’s eyes lit up, “Like in the movie Oh Brother Where Art Thou.”

 

“I suppose,” Nadu said.  “We believe the Great Spirit, which is God to you, is in everything He made.  Everything has a spirit all its own yet each spirit is connected to all other spirits because they were made by Him.  The spirit of the water touches the spirit of the sand and is cleansed by it.  Then the spirit of the clean water touches the spirit of the person who wants to be cleansed and cleans that person’s soul then returns to the sand to be cleansed again.  I try to find a body of moving water as often as I can and I am renewed by the spirit of the clean water.  Every day, if I can.”

 

Sudz guffawed, “I try to take a shower.”

 

His joke was ignored by the two women.  Nadu continued, “Have you ever noticed that when you admit you have been wrong that you feel clean inside, as if dirtiness has been lifted from you?”

 

“Yes,” Jazz answered.

 

“It’s like that in the ceremony.  I enter the water and ask the spirits of the water and the sun and the air, even the trees, to take away all the bad I have in me and leave me feeling whole and clean and guiltless.” Nadu paused to let her words sink in.

 

Jazz nodded and was obviously lost in deep thought.  Nadu continued, “Just thinking about it makes me want to go down there right now.  Would you two mind if I went down to the stream for a little while before we continue?”

 

Jazz spoke before Sudz had a chance to object to the delay, “Of course not.  In fact, I’d love to see the stream myself.  Would it be okay if we came along?”

 

Nadu swallowed the last of her banana and put the peeling into the bag.  She let her face break into a sly smile and looked from Jazz to Sudz and back again.  She said, “Well, I don’t mind if you don’t.  I guess we are close enough for that.”

 

Sudz and Jazz exchanged glances of puzzlement.  They took the keys from their bikes and secured the bags from possible predators and made ready to descend the steep slope toward the sound of the water.

 

Once they rounded the end of the rock wall, the ground gave way to a very steep grade.  The trees grew straight up but their roots entered the ground at severe angles and much of the roots were exposed from years of erosion.  Large boulders littered the grade and they used them to climb down the face of the mountain.  They picked their way carefully, often holding onto trees or hanging vines or each other.  The deep shade made for very little undergrowth and the ground was bare of grass much of the time.  The ground was wet and slippery in many places where ground water seeped from the hillside and ran down before them.  There was an odor of dampness and fungi.  Sometimes other odors permeated the air.  With each few yards of progress, the sound of the water became louder and more inviting.  Sudz and Jazz found themselves trying to see the water long before it came into view.

 

Nadu asked, “Do you smell that kind of pungent odor now and then?  That is the smell of bears.  There are lots of black bear in these hills.”

 

“Are they dangerous?” Jazz asked.

 

“Not likely,” she said.  “There are very few incidents of bears attacking humans and then only in places where tourists have been feeding them.”

 

Sudz chimed in, “Sort of like the alligators back home then.  They only attack people where people have been feeding them and they lose their fear of humans.”

 

Before they reached the stream, they saw a doe deer and her twin fawns in the distance.  The threesomes saw them first and were moving casually away, seeming not to be overly fearful of the three humans.  Finally the stream came into view, bordered by more undergrowth than the hillside had.  The ground leveled out and they walked on muddy earth and smaller boulders.

 

The sun filtered down through the treetops and sparkled on the rushing waters.  The stream was filled with large rocks and small ones in a wide variety of colors and textures.  The water crashed over them, slithered between them and seemed to fight with them for the right to rush on down the stream.  The deepest part of the stream was no more than knee deep and much of it would barely cover one’s ankles, yet the power of the fast moving water was evident.  The temperature had dropped dramatically the moment they left the roadside and were under the shade of the trees.  Now, near the water, it dropped again, as if the water served as an air conditioning system.

 

The three stood looking at the stream for a long period of time.  It was such an awesome sight to behold.  Each of the three seemed lost in their own private admiration of the wonder before them.  Finally, Nadu moved forward and stepped onto a flat rock that had a thin layer of water running over it.  She had stepped out of her shoes and the cold water enveloped her feet and foamed around her ankles.

 

“Is it very cold?” Jazz called, noticing that she had to speak rather loudly to be heard over the water’s voice.

 

“Very,” Nadu called back.  “Mountain streams are always cold.”

 

Jazz rushed forward, kicking off her shoes as she did.  She found a rock she could stand on and dip a foot into the water.  She squealed at the frigid shock of the stream and withdrew her foot.  She looked back at Sudz and yelled, “You got to feel this, baby.”

 

Sudz moved forward also.  He leaned down and dipped his hand in the stream and was amazed at how cold it was.  Jazz yelled again, “Take off your boots.”  Sudz considered it.

 

Nadu moved a little upstream, stepping from one rock to another.  She found a boulder sticking out of the water that was even with her waist and found a deep spot of water near it.  She stepped onto another large rock that was just above the water level and glanced back at the other two.  They were lost in their game of feeling the icy water and picking up small stones to examine them.  Nadu took off her blouse and draped it atop the large boulder.  Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and dropped them.  She stepped out of them and put them atop the blouse.  Then she casually removed her panties and deposited them as well.  She braced her hand on the boulder and carefully stepped onto and underwater rock, working her way into the deeper area.  Soon the icy water was swirling between her thighs and the next step down would put it around her waist at the deepest part. 

 

Sudz had noticed first that she was naked.  He bumped Jazz and nodded his head toward Nadu.  Jazz was transfixed on the girl.  She wasn’t sure if she was shocked that Nadu had stripped off her clothes or amazed that she could stand the icy water as she did.  Either way, she found that they couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Nadu faced the direction from whence the water came and raised her hands toward the stream.  Arms stiff she opened her hands as if inviting a child to come into her arms.  She lifted her face toward the filtering sun’s rays and began to chant the ancient song of cleansing.  The low volume chant grew louder and her knees began to bend and straighten, like a bounce that was in time with a non-existent drum beat.  After a few minutes her knee bends became more and more pronounced until she was splashing her bottom on the water’s surface, then dipping into the water up to her breasts.  Finally, she held onto a rock and lowered her head until her head and body were submerged.  She stood up straight then and her jet black hair clung in long strips down her back and chest.  Her arms were straight up now, fingers pointing toward the sky and her back arched.

 

Sudz’s trance was broken when he noticed that Jazz was stripping off the last of her clothes and tossing them onto a rock.  He laughed at the woman’s exuberance as Jazz excitedly followed the path Nadu had taken into the stream.  He grinned at the sight of the two women, Jazz with her lily white abundance of curves and Nadu with her soft brown charms.

 

Jazz was only a few feet behind Nadu when she turned to leave the stream, her ritual over.  “Wait!” Jazz screamed.  “I want to learn to do that.”

 

Nadu burst into laughter and held out her hand to give Jazz something to hold onto until she reached the boulder.  Sudz could hear them shouting to each other, grinning and laughing at Jazz’s reaction to the coldness.  Nadu stepped to one side and directed Jazz to step down onto the flat rock she was on.  Jazz eased her foot down three times before she could allow the other foot to join it.  Once the water was up to the middle of her thighs she hugged herself and screamed at the top of her lungs.  Nadu laughed with her.

 

Jazz turned and motioned for Sudz to join them.  He shook his head from side to side and she put her hands on her hips as if angry.  He thought about how good it would feel if he could submerge himself.  “Why the hell not?” he said aloud and began to wrestle with the laces on his boots.

 

By the time he made it out to within a few feet of the girls, Nadu had shown Jazz how to perform the ritual dance and Jazz was ready for the baptism.  Nadu held onto Jazz’s arm to make sure the rushing waters didn’t knock her off balance and Jazz bravely dipped her head under water.  She came up screaming but threw her arms above her head to point skyward, just as instructed.

 

Jazz turned to see if Sudz was still watching and if he saw what she had accomplished.  She found him standing only inches from her and screamed with delight.  She and Nadu joined each other in gales of laughter and exhilaration.  The sight of Sudz super white body, shivering like a jack hammer made their laughter even wilder.

 

Jazz tuned to Nadu and yelled “Can we fit three on this rock?”  Nadu answered by extending her hand toward Sudz to help him with his balance as he tried to step down into the deeper water that swirled around the girls legs.  The fact that her eyes surveyed his body as he took her hand was not lost on him or on Jazz.  Jazz impulsively squealed again and hugged Nadu, almost toppling the two off the rock in the process.

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7/26/2004 2:58 PM
 
Snow was still very angry.  He was angry about so many things, the least of which now was Merritt leaving.  When Viper refused to tell him what they discussed that made Merritt leave he came very close to becoming physically violent...in fact probably would have if not for Eugene and Milton intervening.  The more Viper skirted Snow's questions the louder and more hostile their voices became, bringing some of the group over to try to defuse an argument that  was obviously going to escalate.  Eventually Snow stood face to face with Viper, lowered his voice and said "This isn't over, man.  I'm not gonna forget this."  Then he spun on his heel and walked off leaving Viper standing there with his hands on his hips and a despondent look on his face.
 
If it hadn't been for Snow's hope that Merritt would change her mind and want to rejoin the ride, he would have left then and there.  It didn't often happen that  Snow would lose his temper, yet he'd already done it several times in the last couple of days.  Evidently the feelings that he had for Merritt had his emotions so close to the surface he couldn't rein them in.  But because he cared so much about her, the anger he felt had to be directed elsewhere...and who else was the cause of her departure except Viper?
 
Although not really close friends, they'd been good acquaintances for years and Snow simply could not understand why Viper wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know...what he deserved to know.  The more he continued to think about it, the more furious he became.  Snow needed to ride, needed to get his mind away from the sheer violence that was bubbling right under the surface.  He kept thinking about Merritt...where she was and what she was doing.  Was she regretting that she'd left?  Did she miss him?  Whatever happened between Viper and her  must have been horrible but he couldn't fathom what it might be.  He consoled himself with the knowledge that Jazz had received a note from her and in it possibly an explanation.  He would try to hold it together until they met up with Sudz and Jazz in Cherokee and then perhaps he could figure out what to do.
 
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Heather was trying to adjust to all that had happened over the brief time since they'd left Alabama.  Nothing like the events so far had ever happened on any of their trips before.  It was almost as if this ride had been cursed from the very beginning, starting with Luna so unexpectedly leaving.  Even as she thought of Luna her heart became heavy.  She'd been so happy when Luna agreed to join them and so devastated when she left.  Heather still felt desire for her but was hurt and confused, fearing that somehow Luna knew what was in her heart and ran away because of it.
 
She decided right then that she'd phone Luna at the next stop, find out how she was doing and see if she might be forthcoming with why she changed her mind.  Even if nothing could ever develop between them, Heather valued her friendship with Luna and never wanted to lose it.  With the thought of soon talking to Luna, she felt better almost immediately.
 
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Near Flat Rock, North Carolina is Carnegie, a center for violent criminals who have not met their age of majority.  Even though some of the inmates' crimes were hideous, our court systems feel that because they are youthful offenders they are not to be housed with adult prisoners.  The truth is though that many of these teenagers are cunning and manipulative young people, some sociopathic and incapable of even realizing how sick and violent they are actually are. 
 
The majority of the inmates are young men; however a smaller wing exists where a dozen or so girls between the ages of thirteen and seventeen reside.  These girls are not just unmanageable young women whose parents have given up on them; they are criminals with deep cores of hatred that they can't - or won't - control.  They are simply "bad seeds".
 
One such bad seed had simply walked out of the facility with a group of visitors earlier that day.  For all the center's locked cells and gates, armed guards and cameras, more than one person failed their duty and would in time pay dearly for their mistakes.  Rowena McAlister didn't plan to "escape", had devised no thoughtful or intelligent break.  An overly-busy day for visitors and a general aura of confusion caused her to act impulsively and her spontenaiety paid off.  She could barely believe it when she found herself outside the sprawling brick complex, shocked that it had been so simple.
 
Rowena stayed close to the visitors in the parking lot as they filed into their cars, then slowly and with determination moseyed to the thick stand of redtops and crepe myrtles which had been planted to give the center a less-institutional look and lined the short roadway from the center to the rural highway.  With every step she took Rowena believed that suddenly she'd be stopped and was prepared for that.  Yet it never happened and in just minutes she found herself at the highway stretching out as far as she could see in two different directions.
 
Of course now that she was free, the question was what to do next.  That's the only real problem with impulsiveness...when one skips the planning stages of any endeavor the result is often a state of quandary.  Nevertheless, here she was.  It wasn't like this was the first time she'd been on her own with no money and no plans. 
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7/26/2004 6:49 PM
 
 

Down the two-lane highway a short quarter of a mile away was a house nestled in a small pine grove and behind the trees was a cleared area of land where colorful clothes could be seen flapping in the wind.  Rowena's luck was phenomenal today.  She backed away from the road closer to the random trees because her gray jumpsuit would surely be recognized by travelers familiar with the area.

In no time at all Rowena had swapped her jumpsuit for a plain white T-shirt and a pair of men's jeans into which she could barely force her ample bottom.  She had already formulated a beginning plan which involved hitchhiking into town and turning a couple of tricks to make some quick cash.  She hated to do it because men made her sick to her stomach.  Literally.  The last few times she'd had to make money like that she had vomited immediately afterwards.  But Rowena had learned a long time ago you gotta do what you gotta do.

Rowena was putting on so much weight she realized she was making it more difficult to lure men when she needed to.  Thirty extra soft pounds floated on her small frame and she would likely be the type to pack on ten a year for the next decade until she was what the health professionals called morbidly obese.  But for now she was simply robust and shouldn't have much trouble with a couple of needy men.

It was almost impossible to believe that this young girl was actually very very smart.  During many of her psychological evaluations she astounded the shrinks with her mental acuity.  But for all her intelligence she was a severely flawed human being with a number of very bad habits.  The very worst one though was what kept throwing her in nuthouses and detention homes.

Rowena started her very first fire when she was only seven years old when she deliberately threw a lighted match in a trashcan she'd stuffed with newspaper and started a blaze that eventually consumed her whole apartment building.  It was a miracle everyone got out alive and the fire was listed as a terrible terrible accident.  Though that was probably her most spectacular arson, she set a fair number of others over the next seven years.  The raging flames, the thick rolling smoke and the pungent smell of death and hell was something that Rowena came to need as much as a junkie needs a fix.  When she wasn't setting fires she was thinking about it.  Though she was generally not charged with the random arsons she dabbled in other more minor crimes.  And whenever one of those would end her up in a psycho ward or youth facility she was obviously deprived of matches and that loss ate at her every hour of every day and made her need even deeper.  And each time they released her she immediately went out looking for the next spectacular blaze.  Six months ago she managed quite an impressive coup when she started a fire inside a deserted building not far from where she lived, trapping three homeless men inside.  That part was a whole new thrill for Rowena. 

Her mother, a saint, explored every avenue trying to fix her daughter but it was no use.  She stopped short of asking a Catholic Priest for an exorcism because she simply could not admit to him what she knew herself: that her daughter was filled with the devil.  But once she did pray to God to take Rowena away before she could release more cruelty upon the world.  But God evidently had other plans for Rowena that no one could comprehend because at least so far, now halfway through her fifteenth year, He didn't grant that prayer.  And then finally the time came when she could do no more than she had so she just gave up and let Rowena get sucked into the system.

Even now with Carnegie still within her view Rowena felt a burning desire in her belly to hold a lit match between her fingers, look deeply into the flame and imagine what possibilities that tiny burst could bring. But for now, she tried to squash that need and instead walked toward the highway and stuck out her thumb. 

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7/27/2004 11:12 AM
 

The late evening sun shining in his eyes Viper was thinking how much it was like Snowman. Trying every way possible to get in his face and yet staying beyond his reach. The difference being he knew he could do something about Snow,but the sun he had to contend with until it reached it’s lower limits for the day and disappeared beneath the silhouettes of the mountains.

His only wish right now was for that huge red ball to fall behind the horizon and get out of his sight. They had been on the road for about three hours headed toward Flat Rock, N.C. A small town on the north western extreme of North Carolina next to the West Virginia, Tennessee line. The foothills had begun to give way to the higher slopes and with night coming on there were an eerie glow to some of the valley’s as the sun finally disappeared.

The small State Park was for the most empty as they pulled in and registered. Jodi was next to last to enter ahead of Snow and she steered the pickup to a point near the main entrance where Viper stood waiting.

Sitting behind the wheel she gazed over the multitude of motorcycles and people as they went about their way readying tents and campsites for the night. Heather had walked up beside the truck and stood watching intently as her older sister sat unmoving caught up in thought.

"Whatcha thinking about sis?"

Caught off guard Jodi jumped at the voice. She turned in the seat and smiled as best she could at her sibling.

"I was just thinking of how it all began. When Viper and I first met and how much has changed. Did I tell you how the first time I saw him I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him?"

Nodding Heather smiled. "Yeah, About twelve hundred thousand times."

"He was the most interesting man I’d ever met. I couldn’t help myself. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering. It was more like bats than butterflies."

"I remember how you would come home and just lie around daydreaming. He had the most dramatic effect on you of anyone I’d ever seen."

"Yes he did. And you know what? He still does. God help me but I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m so damn mad at him right now I could choke the very life out him but I’d give my very soul to have this mess cleared up."

"What happened sis? She walked around and opened the passenger door and slid in the seat.

"What happened back there?

Jodi looked at her sister and for a split second considered telling her the whole morbid story but something told her keep quite. She knew Heather loved Viper almost as much as she. Viper was the brother Heather never had and the two of them had one of closest relationships a man and woman could have without being sexual. Although if not for Jodi, Heather would have jumped Viper and locked herself in his world but she would not betray Jodi. That was the fine line she dared not over step.

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Snow was cursing and muttering to himself as he steered the bike into the site. Seeing Viper standing to himself he seriously considered over running the man. "Damn you anyway!" he thought as he idled pass and let bike come to a stop. Throwing the stand down he sat staring at Viper. " You know! Sooner of later we’re gonna have to settle this. Sooner or later you’re gonna have to answer to me!"

Viper looked coldly at the man. "Snow, It’s like this. If I were to tell you you couldn’t handle it. Leave it alone. There’s absolutely nothing between Merritt and myself that you need to know. The best thing you can do is forget it and let it go. As soon as you see her you can have her tell whatever it is you think you should know but for now I'm telling you! LET IT GO!"

"You bastard! I’ll tell you what I’m going to let go! You think you’re so damned high and mighty that you can just order everyone around and they’re supposed to hang on you’re every word and take your orders unquestioned. You WILL tell me what happened to make her up and leave. You WILL TELL ME!"

Viper looked the man in the eye. " Snow, do us both a favor. Go put up your campsite and leave me alone before this gets outta hand. I’m not in the mood to fuss with you and I’m NOT going to tell you again."

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Jodi sat watching from the truck as Viper and Snow had words she knew that very soon Snow was going to break and there would be trouble. She knew Viper would have no trouble taking down the man but she also knew that no matter what happened, whether Viper told him the story or not there would be bad blood. She wished Merritt had not left. She wished she could convince Snow that Merritt’s leaving had nothing to do with anything present. She wished……… " Damn it!" She wished she could hold Viper in her arms and tell him everything was all right. Tell him she loves him. Tell him to come back to her and…. The sudden movement of Snow broke her thoughts. Before she had time to think about what happened he had taken a swing at Viper. Jumping from the truck she ran yelling toward them just as Viper made contact with his right foot into Snow’s stomach sending the man backward and down on his back. Struggling to retrieve his composure Snow scrambled to stand and again lost his balance careening sideways into a small camellia. Several people hearing the calls of Jodi came running to take a stand between the two men as Snow regained his balance and stood. " This ain’t over Viper! You’re gonna have to deal with me again and I promise next time things’ll be different. You hear me? Next time things’ll be different." He slowly turned and walked into the crowd pushing people aside as he left.

Jodi and Heather had moved next to Viper and stood quietly as the crowd began to disperse. "You know he’s right don’t you?" Said Jodi." He’ll not stop until he’s satisfied with an answer. I think you owe him that much. I think he deserves to know. He can then make up his own mind as what he wants to do about Merritt."

"You may be right. But I’m really not sure he needs to know all the details. I’ll sit him down when he cools off and tell him enough to shut him up but it’s not going to be pleasant and it’s not going to be easy."

"No one said it would be easy. It has to be done and you are the only one can do it."

"Yeah I know. I only wish he’d let it drop." Looking at her he asked." So how about us? What do you and I do now?"

"We have to have a long talk. I have questions I need answers to and until that’s done I don’t know. What say we find someplace quiet and have ourselves a talk?"

He looked at her, smiled and pointed. " Lead on sweetie. Lead on."

 

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Heather left them to themselves and began searching for Gin and Pete. She wanted to get to know this man better and her thoughts were beginning to plague her about how Gin had picked him and given herself to him so freely and quickly. She soon spotted them gathering firewood next to a small brook.

"Hey y’all need some help?"

Gin smiled. " Sure baby sister. Why not? Pete was saying he wanted to show me an old recipe he used when he went camping. You can join us." She said as she looked at Pete for support in her words.

"Yeah. Why not? The more the better. Matter of fact. You help Gin gather the wood and I’ll start a fire with what we now have. It shouldn’t take but a few minutes to get everything I need."

The two women went about gathering small sticks and limbs and commenced talking.

"What was the ruckus all about?" Gin asked.

"Snowman went after Viper. I tell ya there’s gonna be trouble with a capitol B if they don’t work things out soon."

"I know. I can’t imagine what’s going on between them. Merritt’s leaving is big on the list though."

"Yeah. I think from what little I’ve gathered from Jodi Snow thinks Viper is in some way responsible for Merritt running off and he’s really upset Viper won’t tell anything."

"But why does he think Viper had anything to do it?"

" I’m not sure. But one thing I do know is that right now Viper had better watch his back. Snow has found out he can’t take Viper from the front and I’m afraid if he gets a chance he’ll try and take him anyway he can."

Where is Viper now?"

"He and Jodi are trying to patch things up. I think they’ll have it all worked out shortly."

"Great! Hey, I think we have enough wood let’s see what Pete has in store for us shall we?"

 

 

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