Page 8 of Fires Creek
“Ahhh, what the fuck?” came her high-pitched scream.
“It’s okay, Peach, the generator should kick in soon.”
“Uhhh… Teddy?” Jonas’s familiar, gravelly voice echoed faintly from somewhere outside my room.
“What?”
“The generator is at Mick’s. We were supposed to pick it up tomorrow.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” River asked, whimpering.
“It means, Amy Pond, that you’re about to camp out, mountain style.” I made no effort to hide the amusement in my voice as I turned towards my dresser to get a flashlight.
“Amy Pond? Really? We’re stranded here with no power, and you’re making DR WHO JOKES?” she screamed.
“Yeah, cause your name is River. It’s brilliant,” Jonas chuckled.
“Calm down, sweet girl,” I said, flicking the flashlight on and illuminating her delicious thighs. Judging by the look on her face, I was pretty sure the orgasms I just gave her would not be enough to avoid being murdered brutally in my sleep tonight.
The last few hours had completely escaped me at this point.
Although I longed to be inside her again, River and her sweet pussy were the last thing on my mind right now.
Jonas and I switched to autopilot, working in tandem to lay out candles.
Together, we worked tirelessly to make sure we always had supplies in case we got a big storm.
The farm was old, so we had to take care of her; if we didn’t take precautions, we’d lose everything.
One of the downfalls of living so close to the mountain, I guess.
We either missed the storms completely, or they hit us with everything they had.
The weather out here can get weird. I often compare it to a Chestnut mare; wild, unpredictable, and ruthless as hell.
Jonas swapped his trademark Akubra for a headlamp.
He threw mine to me, and we headed out into the storm, leaving River in my room with the torch.
It sucked, because I definitely wanted to stay there with her, but we had to make sure the fences and gates were intact.
We couldn’t risk losing any stock since we had a sale in a few days.
The solar powered flood lights were on, so we were off to a better start than last time…
I checked the main stables and rounded up Alex to make sure our old boy was inside tonight – can’t have him out here in this storm.
I found him in his usual spot, next to Frank’s tractor, as always.
He slowed down a lot when Jonas’s parents died.
They were by far, the best people I had ever met.
I still kicked myself when I thought of how lucky I was to have been welcomed into their family.
My accident was a huge blow to my plans, but it brought me to the Carters. To Jonas…
“Teddy, we got a post down,” came Jonas’s voice from the nearby stockyard.
I turned on my heels with Alex close behind, and we followed Jonas’s boot prints in the mud towards his voice. He’d already started securing the post when we arrived. I just needed to fill the hole with more dirt to keep it steady ‘til morning, when we could check on the damage properly.
“Thank fuck it’s only the feed shed, hey?” I laughed, slapping him on the shoulder as we headed back to the house.