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Arron's Chronicles 2 of 2 (Mg, gg, MMF, inc, pedo)
FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it.
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or violates
your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.
Arron rose early the next morning. He tossed a few sticks on the fire
then got some coffee started. He was frying bacon when Lena emerged from
the tent as bare as the day she was born.
The child grinned at him then struck a provocative pose, one hand on her
little hip. She held that for an instant then shivered and dove back into
the tent. The temperature had dropped overnight and was now in the mid
fifties.
When the six-year-old reemerged from the tent she'd pulled on her
pajamas, parka and bunny slippers. The woods hadn't been kind to the
bunnies. Left bunny was missing an ear and right bunny was only a few
hanging threads from being completely blind.
Lena watched him turn the sizzling strips for a while then, miffed at
being ignored, nuzzled up against him and demanded a kiss. He gave her a
peck on the lips. She backed a step and looked up at him curiously, her
big blue eyes stated quite clearly 'you can do better than that!'
He grinned and pulled her in for a longer smooch. Their tongues
caressed one another briefly before the child pulled back. She reached
down to massage his crotch through his jeans. "We didn't take care of this
last night." She shot a glance at the tent then tugged down his zipper.
"Lena, your sister-"
"Pooh, she's still sound asleep."
She fished out his cock which had already started to harden then looked
up him. "Wanna give me a milk shake before breakfast uncle?" Without
waiting for an answer she parted her soft lips and allowed the head of his
cock to slide into the warm cavern of her tiny mouth. She maintained eye
contact as two inches of hard cock followed. The expression on his face
made her giggle. The sensation that made around his cock was fantastic.
The bacon was forgotten as the six-year-old hit a rhythm. Her blond
hair flashed in the sun as she bobbed on his cock. At then bottom of each
stroke soft choking sounds emanated from her mouth as his prick banged at
the entrance to her throat.
Unmindful of the grease on his hands, Arron began to stroke the child's
soft tresses. "Sweet Lena! Oh like that honey! Just like that!"
She picked up the pace, her hair really dancing now. A wet sucking
noise accompanied her bobbing head as the pace caused the vacuum seal of
her lips to fail slightly on each stroke. The child's oral skills had
increased dramatically since she'd first sucked his cock and she was
bringing them all to bear.
"Oh shit baby! I'm cuming! Fuck! Here it comes!" He threw back his
head and growled inarticulately as the savage pulses of cum burned their
way down his prick. Lena's cheeks bulged and her throat worked as she
worked to contain and swallow his huge morning load. A few strands of
spunk escaped her lips to drool down her chin. Throughout it all her
little blond head never stopped bobbing.
As Arron came back to earth Lena pulled his wilting cock from her mouth
and kissed the head. She grinned up at him. "Am I a good little cock
sucker Uncle Arron?"
He bent down and pulled her up to him. Their lips met in a long caress
as their tongues dueled lazily. He pulled back and looked into those
bright blue eyes. "You're good at anything you do honey but you're a
fantastic cock sucker." He kissed her on the nose and set her to giggling.
He'd just set her down when a noise caused them both to turn. Rachel stood
just outside the door of the tent. Her little T-shirt was rucked up around
her belly button and her panties were at her ankles. She groaned and
swayed as her fingers savaged her little twat. As they watched she gave
a
little scream and toppled over backwards to land on her rump with a thud.
They rushed to her together. Arron picked her up and brought her over to
the fire. Lena busied herself brushing bits of grass and twigs from her
sisters backside. The three-year-old had stuck her thumb into her mouth
and simply stared with an unreadable expression on her pixie face as they
ministered to her. Lena had removed all of the debris from her round
little bottom and was now gently rubbing it. Goose bumps had started up
on
those little cheeks from the cold. "Is your butt sore Rache?" Rachel
nodded then pulled her thumb from her mouth. "Kiss it and make it better."
Lena met Arron's gaze for a second then dropped to her knees and began to
plant chaste little kisses on the younger siblings little bottom. Arron
had never zipped up, he was reminded of this when Rachel reached out one
tiny hand and gently grasped his limp, swaying cock. The child turned it
this way and that, examining it from all angles. She then looked up at
him. "I wanna mi'k shake too unc'a." Arron frowned but his cock began to
stir at the thought. "Honey I don't know if your big enough to-" His words
stopped as the child leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. Her
little tongue pushed out and began to explore the smooth helmet. His cock,
so recently and so expertly drained, was quick to respond. In truth the
child's actions were clumsy and not very skillful but just the thought that
those actions were being performed by a girl still shy of four was enough
to turn his prick to iron. Lena had stopped her own actions and was
staring over her sisters buttocks as she too watched that little tongue.
Rachel tongued the head for another minute then licked her way down the now
adamantine shaft. She played around in the forest of Arron's pubic hair
for a moment then slid back up to the head. She backed off and stared at
his prick for a moment then ovaled her lips and went back in. Her first
attempt to actually get it into her mouth weren't very successful. He
didn't have a huge cock but she had a very small mouth. She kept at it
though and finally forced her lips down over the helmet. She rested for
a
moment with her lips locked in the groove behind the head of his cock then
pulled off with a muted 'pop'. She met Arron's gaze for a moment then
turned and looked at her awe struck sister. "Kiss my butt some more and
do
it like you did in the tent that time." Lena immediately reddened and
became flustered. "I didn't do nuthin in the tent!" "Did too! you put
your tongue up my butt. I liked it." She didn't wait for a reply from her
embarrassed older sister but returned to her confrontation with Arron's
cock. Once again the head vanished into her tiny mouth. She remained that
way until it became apparent to Arron that she was going to do nothing
else. Gently, he grasped her small head and began to ease it up and down
on
his cock. So shallow was her mouth that she choked almost immediately,
prompting him to stop. He stroked her hair, "Use your tongue honey, lick
it", then took his shaft in hand and began to slowly jack himself off.
Lena fumed in indecision for a long moment then went back to kissing her
sisters darling little butt. She was holding off a decision on rimming her
siblings little tush with her fully aware but Rachel was having none of
that. When Lena's lips strayed near her little crack the three-year-old
wiggled and shoved her rump back so that her older sisters nose and lips
slid into that soft cleft. The first time it happened Lena recoiled and
backed off. When Rachel continued to wave that little fanny and whimpered
around Arron's cock Lena leaned in and began to kiss again. Rachel gave
another jerk and again Lena's face ended up in her crack. This time Lena
didn't back off, within seconds she was actively pushing in deeper. Rachel
began to suck harder on her uncles prick, her tongue sliding all over the
short length she could fit into her mouth. Arron slid sideways, his cock
twisting in the child's mouth, and leaned forward to observe Lena's
actions. The six year old had started to moan herself. She was eating her
sisters ass for all she was worth. The stimulation, both physical and
otherwise, quickly overwhelmed Arron. Even though his nuts had drained not
fifteen minutes ago he was rapidly approaching another powerful nut. He
began to jack his dick frantically, his fist bussing Rachel's lips on each
upstroke. He opened his mouth to warn the three-year-old that he was going
to cum but events overtook him. His hearing faded and his vision blurred
as rope after rope of burning cum pulsed from his cock. Rachel took the
first powerful spurt right in her mouth. Surprised she jerked back and
caught the next across the face. She was still staring in shock when Lean
pulled her tongue from her sister's butt and leaned over to swallow half
of
Arron's spurting dick. When Arron returned to Earth Lena was licking the
last remnants of his spunk from his fading prick. Rachel knelt to one
side, her face dripping spunk and more drooling from her mouth and nose.
With a roar like a bull in rut he pushed Lena aside and bore her tiny
sister to the ground. As she squealed in surprise he fastened his mouth
to
her little twat and began to savage it. He'd barely started before he felt
hands tugging at the three-year-old's body. Lena tugged and pulled till,
with Arron's help, she'd rolled her sister and uncle till Arron was on his
back with Rachel cunt down on his face. Lena then attacked her sisters
vulnerable ass. With tongues abusing both ends, Rachel went off like a
bomb in less than a minute. She went completely rigid, arms and legs
extended like a cruciform and screamed until her lungs were empty. Unable
to draw another breath she convulsed twice then went limp. Arron gently
pulled the child to his chest then shakily stood. The girl's panties had
come completely off during the festivities and had somehow ended up in the
coals of the firepit. They smoked sullenly but had yet to catch fire. He
pulled a thick towel from the clothesline and laid it on the ground before
gently laying Rachel on it. He needed to get something warm on her but
that could wait. He turned to Lena and growled, "Now its your turn!" He
caught a screaming Lena after a short chase and pulled her to the ground.
He'd just half pulled, half torn off her pajama bottoms and panties and was
getting ready to dine on her tasty little twat when a tiny dervish shoved
him aside. Still naked from the waist down Rachel dove between her
sister's pale thighs. The three-year-old was a maniac eating her sisters
pussy like a child gone mad. Arron stood back and watched as the two of
them rolled around on the ground, Rachel's face never leaving her sister's
twat. In minutes Rachel's inexperienced but infinitely enthusiastic
ministrations put her older sibling over the edge. The woods echoed with
her screams as Lena came. A little conversation revealed that Lena had not
been quite as asleep as she seemed on several occasions when her sister had
gone down on her. Childish intuition told her that Lena did not want her
to know about it. Since she enjoyed it when Lena did 'that nasty thing'
and assumed it would stop if brought out into the open she'd simply decided
to play dumb. It was only catching Lena sucking cock that had led her to
mention it.. Once everyone was dressed and fed they proceeded to the house
site. The girls were too young to be of any actual help but Arron found
some safe make work for them while he returned to the sawmill. Considering
he was working alone he made good progress for a couple of hours, then the
schedule began to slip. As the morning progressed the girls decided it was
warm enough to do without clothes. Both were soon naked and frolicking
around. It was a simple deduction to their childish minds that if they
were naked then their uncle should follow suit. Once this had been
accomplished interest in his cock was soon again at the fore. As the day
progressed, one or the other was often nursing on Arron's dick with Lena
coaching her baby sister on the finer points of giving head. When one of
them wasn't sucking cock they generally were eating pussy or rimming ass.
Now that the air had been cleared they had no hesitation or shame as they
ravaged each other's pre-pubescent bodies. Even though Arron wasn't
directly involved in these latter activities they were still extremely
distracting. The two discovered the 69 position around noon and spent a
good portion of the remaining day with their heads between each others
shapely little thighs. By the time they finally made it back to camp at
dusk girls were sated and Arron's balls were aching as if they had been
beaten. The next day started worse. It dawned humid and warm. As a
result the girls decided from the start that clothes weren't needed. The
two naked nymphs ganged up to suck Arron off before breakfast. On the way
to the house site they fell into a noisy 69 on the front seat of the truck.
Despite the slow start he actually got more work done this day. That was
because all of the heady sex finally caught up with the girls and they
slept a good portion of the day. The respite also gave his a chance to
think and with thought came the return of guilt. It wasn't the panicky,
'oh shit what have I done' guilt of a week or two before. He was beyond
that. No this guilt was a sorrowful ache for innocence lost. Despite the
fact that neither child seemed harmed by their escapades he knew they had
been changed. No matter how sexy and desirable he found them to be he
still would mourn that tiny whiff of childhood they had lost. That night
they ate a quiet supper then trooped off to the spring. They'd just
returned when Arron's cell phone rang. He answered it and talked briefly
before hanging up. He looked at the two children, now innocent and fresh
in identical plush robes. "You're parents are flying back tomorrow. We'll
leave in the morning to pick them up." The rest of the evening was subdued.
Even though the girls were rested from their naps and would normally be
ready for play, sexual or otherwise, they sensed their uncle's dark mood
and remained quiet. The next morning they loaded up early and began the
task of coaxing the Ram down the mountain. It was early and the girls had
been up much of the night so they were soon asleep in their safety seats.
They were halfway to the blacktop when a Forest Service truck going the
opposite direction rounded a bend ahead. Both vehicles eased off to their
respective sides, brush scraped and twanged as the trucks tried to make a
one lane rut into two. They were about abreast when the young Ranger in
the Forest Service vehicle waved Arron to stop. Arron felt a brief moment
of panic at that but pushed it down. If they had a whiff of what he was
doing with the girls he'd be facing a battalion of deputies with
helicopters and shotguns, not one Ranger in a scratched up old pickup. The
man pulled abreast and stopped. "You're fixin' up the old Tuggel property
ain't you?" Arron didn't know the name of the previous owners of the land
but nodded anyway. There couldn't be that many private tracts in the
forest. "Been wantin' to talk to you for a week or so." He shoved a hand
across. "Bobby Weaver." Arron took the proffered hand, "Arron Winters."
"Nice to meet you. You know by law the Forest Service has to maintain
passable roads to any private land inside our borders." He leaned out the
window and spat a stream of tobacco juice at the dirt between the idling
vehicles. Only then did Arron notice a plug of tobacco in the smiling face
the size of a baby's fist. "Now we always comply with the law. Given my
current manpower situation I figure we'll have your road fixed up sometime
before ohhh...2015." His smile broadened. "Now if that timetable ain't
exactly expectable well there's stockpiles of road materials and equipment
at a couple of places. Now you gotta understand that civilians just can't
borrow guv'ment equipment. That'd be agin' the law." He wallowed the plug
in his mouth around and spat another brown stream. "'Course if some
material just vanished from time to time and the equipment was always there
at our end of month depot check well I reckon nobody would notice at all."
Arron returned the man's grin. "I think I understand Ranger." The Ranger
nodded, "Good, good, glad we cleared that up. Stop by the tower office
sometime and someone will get you a map showing where that stuff you ain't
supposed to bother is. Wouldn't want you wanderin' in by accident and
getting in trouble." "Oh I'm sure I won't disturb anything by accident."
"Glad to hear it." They exchanged a wave and the two vehicles parted. The
girls finally awoke a couple of hours up the interstate and began to
complain of hunger. A stop at a shabby old Stuckeys took care of that.
They finally pulled into the airport a little after one in the afternoon.
With an hour or so to kill before Carl and Jenny's flight arrived they made
the rounds of the few airport shops. He bought the girls a puzzle book and
an overpriced ice cream cone each. Jenny was first off the plane. She
dropped her carry-on and swept her two girls into a joyous, giggling
embrace. Carl's greeting was no less exuberant. The five of them clumped
up and made their way to the parking lot. Carl was tired so Arron drove.
The humming of the off-road tires on the asphalt soon worked its magic on
Jenny and the girls. All three were asleep before Beckley vanished in the
mirrors. Arron and Carl talked but the latter was fatigued as well so
conversation waned. They had supper at a little place called 'The Wagon
Inn'. Despite the promising country d,cor the food was bad and the service
worse. Carl wasn't planning on leaving anything for their surly teenaged
server but Arron decided to give an object lesson if nothing else. He left
a quarter mashed into the middle of his inedible meatloaf. A grocery and
fuel stop were added to the detour then they back on the road. They were
in the woods before dark. Jenny wanted a try at driving the truck so Arron
took her place in the back seat and let her behind the wheel. She accepted
suggestion and good natured ribbing from both her husband and
brother-in-law, the ride was jarring and their were a few missteps but they
arrived intact, That night the girls slept with their parents. This
worried Arron a little, if either girl let something slip then he was
finished. This proved groundless however as everyone was smiles the next
morning. After pancakes and bacon Carl and Arron were back to work. Carl
was running out of cracks so it was decided to gang up on the lumber
cutting. Carl fetched trees from camp and then assisted in getting them
onto the mill before going for another. In this manner they managed to
reduce the remaining un-sawed trees to four. They might have finished but
the heavy use had taken a toll on Arron's makeshift sawmill. Several welds
broke and required a lengthy stop to re-weld and reinforce. It rained hard
the next day, making any work out of the question. Instead the brother's
loaded up and drove down the mountain. They reached the Forest station in
good time despite the weather. The same older woman that had given Arron
his keys was on duty. She took one look at them and smiled before
retrieving a map from behind the window. "Bo said he was sending y'all by
to show you where that equipment you weren't to bother was located." She
plopped the brochure down and opened it. Her finger tapped on a small area
circled in blue ink. "It's just past gate twenty-one. Just drive on by
instead of turning. It's less than a quarter of a mile." They took the
brochure and were leaving but she stopped them with an upraised hand. "He
told me to tell you something else." She frowned in concentration for a
moment then her face cleared, "Oh, yeah. He said that old five-yard dump
truck has leaky hydraulics. The bed'll ooze down on you so don't trust
it." They drove back to camp. The remainder of the dismal day was spent
in
tents or the dining fly. It was still raining the next morning though the
severity had decreased. They held a debate at breakfast and it was decided
to try to work. The Ram was harnessed to a tree and they made their slow
way to the house site. Arron gathered some hefty sticks and, using a
hatchet, sharpened them into stakes. He trimmed these to length then
pounded them into the ground around the generator. When these had been
adjusted to his liking a plastic tarp was erected over them and fastened
with twine and tie warps. Only when he was satisfied at its soundness did
he carefully pull the wet tarp off the generator. The machine now sat
under its own fly and could be used. He performed a similar but slightly
more complex operation to protect the mill's garage-door-opener feed. The
saw's motor was an all weather type so it was not a worry. By the time
these preparations were complete Carl had hauled in two more trees. The
two of them, wet to the bone, maneuvered the first of these into place then
Arron started cutting as Carl went for the last tree. Despite the wet the
work moved along. Before lunch the two men muscled the last log into
position and the mill began to whine again. Jenny had managed to cook a
hot meal with plenty of coffee. They wolfed down this restorative then
headed back. Two more cuts, and the mills primary task was done. They
stood back and sipped coffee as they surveyed what had been accomplished.
Several score trees had been ripped into a substantial pile of rough sawn
lumber. At least the piles of planks looked impressive under their drapes
of multicolored tarps. A number of boards had already started to warp.
This was not welcome but was expected. The rain tapered off and finally
stopped about dusk. The lot of them trooped to the spring to bathe and
play. The woods were full of the sounds of water dropping from laden
branches. On the previous two nights Arron had only fingered the girls off
and refused to let them service him at all. Worries about the past and
future crowded in on him. This night he relented and ate the two girls to
a pleasant cum apiece. They then ganged up to suck him off. Rachel could
still not get any more than the head in her tiny mouth but she continually
gagged herself trying to match her sister. Afterwards he held the girls
as
they drifted off to sleep.
As they sipped coffee and wolfed down sausage and egg omelets they eyed
the morning sky. The low, slate gray clouds seemed to promise a return of
the rain but it was dry for now.
Once on site they held a quick debate then climbed the hill and stepped
out onto the old stone foundation. Using a tape they marked off drill
holes at eighteen inch increments and marked them with a dab of orange
spray paint. They then went to one of the lumber piles and pulled out
several wide, two inch thick planks. While Carl went to work with power
drill and masonry bit Arron fired up the mill and began to rip the
tree-width planks into 2x6's. Most were wide enough that he could get
three or four from each.
When he finally finished Carl was still drilling so he retrieved the
side-grinder from the truck and, after climbing up onto the foundation,
began to cut off flush the old rusty spike nails that had held the original
house in place. Several of these were loose so he simple pulled them out
and tossed them downstairs.
When Carl finished drilling they dropped long, self anchoring bolts into
the holes. The planks were brought up individually and drilled and cut to
length in position. They were then dropped over the bolts and fastened
down with a ratchet. The work was slow but they still had the first three
floor joists in by lunch.
Jenny had worked wonders and in addition to hot stew their was
fresh-baked pie for lunch. She was getting better at cooking over an open
fire, especially the tricky art of baking.
The afternoon was spent securing more joists. They were just starting
to hit a sort of stride when the need to frame up the opening that would
allow stair access to the cellar broke that up. After discussion they
skipped a joist and laid down its next neighbor instead. This left a
thirty-four inch gap the width of the cellar. Short boards were cut and
then butted between these widely spaced joists before being fastened in
place with hefty wood screws. With the opening boxed in they then
installed the missing joist. The two boards were cut to drop onto the
bolts at the edge of the foundation. The other ends were tied into the
stair opening with the big wood screws.
Dusk came on with only two boards left to lay. Anxious to actually
finish they pressed on. It was possibly not the best of decisions. By the
time the last joist was down the dew had settled. They and their tools
were quite damp,
The rain finally returned just as they were trooping back from the
spring. They dashed the last hundred yards to the dining fly. After a
cold supper of sandwiches they dashed to their tents. Somehow sitting
around a drowned fire pit in a downpour seemed less than cozy so they
called it an early night.
They rain got harder till it was fairly thundering down. One advantage
of this was the absolute impossibility of sound carrying more than ten
feet. Taking advantage Arron and the girls stripped down and went at each
other with gusto. After several false starts he pulled the sleeping bags
together on the tent floor and organized a daisy chain. He put his head
between Rachel's thin thighs and feasted on her bald baby pussy and round
little ass. Rachel in turn had her pixie face buried in her older sisters
slick little twat. Lena closed the loop by sucking Arron's cock with
gusto. Arron hadn't shaved in several days and his stubbled face scratched
Rachel's soft, smooth thighs, this caused her to squeal and scream but her
sister's pussy was an effective muffler.
They achieved a kind of crude feedback loop. As Arron got closer to
cuming his mouth and lips worked harder on the three-year-old. This in
turn put Rachel to pleasuring her sister with even more enthusiasm.
Finally the increased stimulation made Lena work Arron's dick harder. The
result was that they all came within moments of each other. Lena screamed
around Arron's cock and squeezed Rachel's head between her coltish thighs.
The scream dissolved into gurgles as the cock in mouth fired pulse after
pulse of aromatic spunk down her throat.
Arron groaned in Rachel's lovely little pussy, setting that little baby
pussy to spasming in orgasm and causing its owner to shriek into her
sister's hot little twat.
Afterwards their was much kissing and stroking. Slowly the squirms and
giggles gave way to soft snores and silence. Arron slipped the girls into
their sleeping bags then lay a long time listening to the rain.
It was still raining when morning arrived. They breakfasted on bagels
and fruit. Then stood around and looked out at the water cascading off the
dining fly. The brother's helped with cleanup and stood around some more
but finally the inactivity got to them. They made the wet dash to the
truck then fired up and turned down the mountain.
The rain had turned gullies into small rivers and everywhere the red and
gray West Virginia clay was ice slick. Because of these hazards and the
low visibility they picked their way through the forest. It took two hours
to reach the Forest Service material yard. A gate with a chain and lock
provided some concern till Arron bailed out and found that the lock had
been pivoted into the closed position but the hasp had not been clicked
home. He twisted the lock open and wormed the chain free before pushing
the gate open. By the time he climbed back into the cab he was soaked
through.
Inside they found a clearing with a single, open sided shelter and
several piles of rock and gravel. The shelter had a half dozen empty bays
so they simply pulled inside. Only three pieces of equipment rested here.
A battered old Ford dump truck of seventies vintage, a good sized
Massey-Fergusen tractor of more recent lineage and a three axle trailer
that would fit behind the former and carry the latter. The tractor had a
loader bucket on the front and a box blade on the back.
They looked around and Carl soon sited a gray metal box bolted to one
of
the shelters creosote blackened shelters uprights. It had a lock but
pivoted open at a touch. Inside were only two keys. Arron took the
tractor keys then climbed aboard the machine. It fired right up. He tried
the bucket and box blade before shutting down again.
The dump truck looked pretty sad till you looked close and then it still
looked pretty sad but at least in a more rugged way. Galvanized had been
pop riveted over rusted out areas of the cab then painted to match, however
the tires were new or nearly so. He climbed up in the cab and took the key
Carl proffered. The old bastard fired as eagerly as the tractor had and
idled with a good strong rhythm. Arron climbed down and the two of them
popped the hood and hoisted it up. Fumes from an exhaust leak rose up to
gag them but the old Lima motor looked well maintained with good hoses and
a new battery. A series of stickers on the firewall showed that the oil
had been changed regularly.
He shut the truck down and then the two poked around some more. The
trailer was rusty and battered but had decent tires. It had a military
style ring hitch that matched a fitting on the back of the dump truck. The
lack of a license tag and the bent and quite empty tail light housings
demonstrated that it was not meant for road use.
At one end of the shelter they found two pipes sticking out of the
ground. Heavy concrete filled pipes sunk around them protected them from
carelessness. One was stenciled 'Gas', and the other 'Diesel'. Both were
capped and securely locked nor was their any sign of a pump. Clearly fuel
was not part of any unofficial agreement.
They held a brief conference before Arron re-fired the dump truck and
backed it out into the swampy yard. He drove it over and parked alongside
one of the gravel piles. The old shifter had so much slop that gear
selection was a matter of luck and conjecture.
He walked back to shelter despite the still pouring rain. He was
already soaked, more water couldn't do any further harm. He fired up the
tractor then trundled over and began to load the truck. The small bucket
and the fact that the rear wheel drive tractor would often spin and throw
up divots of sod rather than dig into the pile of rock as was intended
meant it took a while to load the truck.
When the gravel was finally mounded over the sides of the bed Arron
drove the truck back to the shelter. With Carl guiding him he backed
slowly up to trailer. Once in position it took both of them to lift the
heavy tongue up and drop it over the dump trucks ring. He pulled the
trailer out into the center of the yard then, after lowering the ramps,
climbed aboard the idling tractor and ran it up onto the trailer.
There were only two binders but at least there was a length of stout
pipe to use as a torque multiplier. Arron affixed them front and rear and
set them tight. The ramps were then raised and secured.
Carl led the way in the Ram and Arron followed with the heavily laden
dump truck. The machine bucked and surged and balked at anything asked for
quickly. The steering was manual with a wheel nearly three feet across.
There was enough slop to allow it to move six inches before there was any
corresponding action on the part of the front wheels. The trailer had no
brakes so it was constantly clanking and jerking at the slack in the old
fashioned ring hitch. The brakes were power and good so he had no problem
stopping even with the trailer.
They made decent time till they reached the ford. The water was up a
good foot and running fast. Carl led the way in the Ram and made it
without mishap. Once the pickup was clear Arron patted the old steering
wheel and eased out the clutch. At a walking pace the old truck hauled its
burden across the swollen creek without a complaint.
Carl wanted to try the dump so they switched mounts after both were back
on solid ground. Arron took the Ram and led the way while Carl took the
dump truck. There were a couple of false starts with Carl killing the
engine twice but they were soon on their way. Arron kept a good watch on
the mirrors but the old monster stayed behind him.
It was the final long hill that proved to be one hurdle too much. With
brown water coursing down the gully in its center Arron took the hill at
a
run. He was concentrating on his own driving and was a way up before he
noticed his mirrors held nothing but trees and mud. He stopped and backed
down the hill to find his brother and the dump still near the bottom. As
he watched the old bastard made another run at it, slipping and sliding it
advanced about twenty feet before shuddering to a halt.
They held a conference and again switched mounts. To his chagrin Arron
could do no better than his sibling. The old dump simply didn't have the
traction to take the wet, steep slope. They pulled it off to the side and
abandoned it. Lunch was past due.
The reached camp to find that lunch was more sandwiches though there was
hot soup. Jenny insisted they change clothes even though both argued they
were simply going to get wet again. They may as well have argued with a
tree. An hour later, sated and dry they set out for where they had left
the dump truck. As predicted they were soon again soaked.
After pulling the tractor off the trailer they backed the latter into
a
gap in the woods and dropped it. Arron then pulled the dump into the
rutted lane and dumped the entire load of gravel right in the middle of the
road.
He went to work on the tractor, taking shovels of rock and filling
gullies and washouts. Once he had a good patch he used the box blade to
grade it smooth. They didn't have a tamper or roller but repeated
applications of the Massey-Fergussen's big lugs and bucket served almost
as
well. Carl pulled a shovel from the Ram and moved more rock with it than
might be expected.
Quickly the big pile of rock melted away. By three it was gone and
seventy feet of road was now not an embarrassment to the term. They talked
about retrieving another load but that would have meant returning after
dark. They decided against that though they did turn the truck around,
re-hitch the trailer and load the tractor.
Supper was homemade pot pie. It was hot and it was good. After eating
their fill they all trooped to the spring and whooped and played for
several hours despite the still falling rain.
The girls went to bed while the adults sat under the dining fly and
drank beer. When Arron finally decided to call it a night he found them
already asleep he tucked them in then lay listening to the rain till sleep
took him.
The rain stopped during the night but the next morning arrived cold and
still dank. Gray clouds still hung low overhead. They'd decided to work
on the house when they could so after breakfast they loaded up in the Ram
and drove over. It was by now mid March so they had nearly two weeks
before they had to worry about getting the Forest Service equipment back
to
the yard.
The mill whined and more 2x6's emerged to start framing up the walls.
They decided to start with the south wall since it had no doors, nor were
any fireplaces planned along it. They lugged the lumber up the hill and
started framing it up on the ground. Several times they halted to consult
the plan on Arron's laptop for the location of windows but the work still
went quickly. The last nail was hammered in shortly before lunch. The
drove back to camp for hamburgers and grainy chocolate pudding, the
children's enthusiastic contribution, then went back to work.
Getting the wall in place proved to be more trouble than making it. The
green lumber was heavy, that made the wall heavy, more so since the house
was to have two stories and both had been framed together. First they
tried tying ropes to each end and hauling it up by muscle power alone.
This proved beyond them. Next the truck was maneuvered into position and
its Cummins muscle added to the task. The wall flexed alarmingly forcing
them to lower it again. Finally, temporary diagonal stiffeners were nailed
across the flimsy structure. This did the trick and Carl carefully backed
the truck as Arron directed with hand signals. Drilling and countersinking
the holes to drop the wall over the protruding joist bolts proved to be as
great a trial. With the wall canted out at fifteen degrees and the Ram's
brakes bearing the load they marked and drilled, then marked and drilled
again when some of the first holes were off. Some actually required a
third drilling while others had to be reamed so wide that large flat
washers were needed to avoid the nut pulling clean through the floor plate.
It was a tedious and frustrating afternoon but as the sun vanished the
first wall was in place and bolted solid. The bracing boards that had
supported the structure during the lift were now pried off and used to
brace it up.
They made their way back to camp and sat down to supper. Afterward they
made a brief spring romp then gathered around the fire, the first they had
enjoyed in two days. Jenny passed around coffee and hot chocolate. The
girls were soon flagging and were sent off to bed. Once they were gone
Jenny spoke up.
"You know Rachel's birthday is in three days. I'd like to surprise her
with a little party."
Carl and Arron stared at each other. Both had forgotten the child's
birthday. Carl spoke up first. "Well we could make a town run the day
after tomorrow, pick up a cake and stuff like that."
Arron nodded. "We need some other stuff anyway."
Jenny smiled, "Great! I'll make a list."
Arron retired a few minutes later. He found a naked Rachel face down
on
his sleeping bag. She squeaked and squirmed as Lena tried to give her a
Sigmoid exam with her tongue. He joined the party by hauling down Lena's
panties and attacking her little twat and asshole. Using one hand he
managed to jerk down his shorts and briefs. Once his cock was free he beat
off as he serviced the six-year-old before him. Both children shuddered
through several orgasms before a groaning Arron leaned forward and painted
his load across Rachel's smooth little ass. Lena waited till the last
spurt had left his cock then licked and sucked her little sister clean.
Breakfast was steaming oatmeal. Both men would have preferred something
involving eggs but Jenny was worried about cholesterol levels so it was
oatmeal. They ate two bowls apiece then made their way to the house site.
The logical thing to do would be to proceed with either the east or west
walls. Complicating those however was the fact that fireplaces on both the
first and second floors were planned for those walls. No decision had as
yet been made whether to purchase pre-made fireplace inserts or to try to
site build their own. If they were to use inserts the dimensions would
have to be known, if site built they could just make something up that
sounded good and proceed. They decided to punt and frame up the north wall
next. In the spirit of 'smarter not harder' Arron cut the floor plate
first then they laid it out on the front face of the foundation. Drilling
and test fitting the mounting holes was much easier this way. They sawed
and hammered away the morning, framing up the windows and door when they
came to them. After lunch they went to work with muscle and truck. The
work went much faster than the previous day and the wall was up, fastened
and braced before the afternoon was very far along. The old foundation
looked rather silly with two opposite walls in place but that was the way
of it.
They decided to call it a day and headed back to camp. A round-robin
discussion soon started around the fire involving the next days trip. It
didn't take long before Jenny suggested that she and the children come
along. The girls were still cheering this news when Carl suggested they
use the early end to the workday to advantage and leave immediately. They
could stay in town again and maybe take in another movie. That brought
quick affirmatives from all involved and set off a mad scramble to get
cleaned up and pack overnight bags.
They pulled out a little after three. When they reached the looted dump
truck Arron hopped out and climbed up in it. He followed the Ram down the
mountain. Damned if he couldn't hear '100 bottles of beer on the wall'
over the growl of the old Lima.
When they reached the material yard Carl pulled the pickup under the now
empty shelter while Arron made a wide turn that left the dump truck pointed
toward the gate. The girls giggled and played while Arron and Carl got the
binders off and unloaded the tractor. Carl wanted to try the latter so
Arron stood by while Carl fumbled with the machines controls. With a few
pointers he caught on quickly and soon the old dump was again groaning
under a load of gravel. Carl ran the tractor back onto the trailer then
helped Arron chain it down. All then piled into the Ram for the trip into
town.
They arrived in Avery in time for supper at a newly opened premium
steakhouse. The food was good even if they did have to wait twenty minutes
for a table. They checked in to a Holiday Inn on the south side of town.
Unlike their previous motel their was no Jacuzzi. There was a small indoor
heated pool however. It was a novelty for the girls to have water that was
over their heads and there were several sputtering near drownings. Neither
child was an accomplished swimmer.
They dried off and showered in time to catch the late show at the drive
in. It was an inane action flick with bad writing, bad acting and bad
editing but lots of stuff exploded and there were several gun battle/car
chase scenes so the men liked it all right.
Arron was paired off with the girls with Jenny and Carl's room across
the hall. This presented play possibilities but the romp in the pool had
exhausted the children and the movie had finished them off. Both were
carried to bed.
After a rib-sticking Denny's breakfast Carl and Arron dropped Jenny and
the kids at a mall then went shopping themselves. An industrial supply
warehouse yielded up two new 55 gallon drums and a long shaft, manual pump.
At the gas supply house these were respectively filled with gasoline and
diesel and the Ram topped off as well.
At the home center the men looked at the drop in fireplace's and took
some literature. Over a dozen models were available but only two were in
stock. They looked the display models over and both agreed they were
small, too small.
They left and on a whim dropped by the local public library. A check
of
the computerized catalogue revealed over a score of books on fireplaces.
Everything from scratch building to restoration was covered. Arron pulled
a couple of books on the former and leafed through them. The first was
nearly useless but the second was priceless with formula's, diagrams and
practical tips.
It took nearly an hour to fill out of the forms needed to get a library
card. Arron griped about not requiring access to a nuclear missile silo
but the middle aged black librarian, formidable in tethered half glasses
and lab coat merely stared with faint hostility. A sense of humor was
apparently not standard issue.
Book in hand it was time to meet the ladies for lunch. They chose a
cafeteria with a sports bar style d,cor and stuffed themselves on simple,
good food.
Arron and Carl took the girls after lunch to allow Jenny to buy the
supplies for Rachel's surprise party. They drug them back to the home
center where Arron purchased a dozen bags of pre-sanded mortar. There was
a stone masons tool kit on closeout so he grabbed that as well.
They met Jenny at the grocers and loaded her purchases into the coolers
then turned south. It was mid-afternoon before they re-entered the forest
and dusk before Carl dropped Arron off to pick up the reloaded dump truck.
As he swung the unwieldy machine into the gathering gloom behind the Ram
Arron discovered another facet of its clunky charm. The old bastard didn't
have a single working light. A stop was made but no amount of wire chasing
or fender pounding could coax the headlights to life. They resumed their
trek with Arron tucked close in behind the Ram. After several jarring
near-mishaps they held another conference and developed a system whereby
Carl would signal with his horn whenever a particularly bad stretch was
coming up. Arron would stop and let the pickup get across. Once over the
bad stretch Carl would put the Ram in reverse and illuminate the rough
traverse with his backup lights. It was imperfect and the dazzle of the
lights hid as much as their light revealed but it was better than nothing.
It was late when Arron abandoned the old dump truck just above their
repaired section and piled into the Ram. The girls were long asleep.
Rachel's birthday dawned clear and chilly. The child seemed to have
forgotten the significance of the day completely and ran amok with her
sibling while the adults breakfasted. As planned Carl invited Rachel to
join them at the work site, claiming she could help. The newly four year
old swelled up with importance and shot her sister a triumphant grin before
running to the tent to get dressed. Jenny had already briefed Lena so the
six year old just grinned at her sister's back.
Once on site they puttered around for a while with play work then made
up an excuse to drive back to camp.
Rachel was playing in the backseat so she didn't look up till they were
nearly back. When she did she gasped and her normally sunny face lit up
like a beacon. Jenny and Lena had done wonders. Several score helium
balloons floated above the camp, tethered to whatever would hold them. A
huge banner stretched thirty feet between trees and proclaimed 'Happy
Birthday Rachel.' The sides of the dining fly had been rolled up and the
table cleared of its general clutter. An elaborately decorated little cake
held place of honor. Four candles protruded from its surface.
They day was spent in romp and play. After the singing and cake Rachel
was given her presents. From her parents she received new pajama's and
slippers. Lena proudly stepped forward and presented her sibling with a
gaily wrapped box that proved to hold a Viewmaster with a number of disks.
This surprised Arron. He watched as the child clicked merrily away. He
hadn't even been aware that toy of his youth was still in production. When
it was his turn Arron slipped away and retrieved two items from the Taurus.
He came back and laid a brightly colored envelope and a foil wrapped box
on
the table side by side. It didn't take long for Rachel to notice and she
was soon standing beside him. As everyone watched Arron picked up the
envelope.
"I actually picked two presents for you honey, but you can only pick one
of them. I'm not going to tell you what is in the box but I'm going to let
you open this one before you make your choice." He handed the perplexed
child the envelope.
She stared at it for a moment then at her uncle. The look of
consternation still on her features. Finally she returned her gaze to the
envelope and nervously tore it open. Inside was a single narrow strip of
paper. She stared at it a moment before handing it to her mother. "What
is it mommy?"
Jenny examined the check for a moment then met Arron's gaze before
turning to kneel before her daughter. "It's a check for $100.00 baby in
your name. It's written to a group of people who feed hungry children."
"Hungry children?", Rachel's nose wrinkled in incomprehension.
"Yes baby, not all people in the world have enough to eat. Children
right here in this country go hungry every day because their parents can't
afford food."
"So if I pick that those children will get fed?"
"Some of them will."
Rachel looked at her mother then at Arron before turning to stare at the
mystery box with longing. Finally she threw her arms around her mother and
buried her face in her chest. "I take that. I don't want no hungry
children." She seemed on the verge of tears.
Jenny rocked her daughter. Her eyes locked with Arron's over that
little dark head and she mouthed 'thank you' at him.
Arron let the mother/daughter embrace continue for a long moment then
took up the box and cleared his throat. "I seem to have lost the receipt
for this so you may as well have it too."
'It' turned out to be a pair of small but fairly powerful binoculars.
Wrapping paper then cardboard flew as Rachel disemboweled the packaging.
She was gleefully staring at the nearest tree though them when she suddenly
stopped and lowered them. With a flash of inspiration unusual for one so
young she spun on her uncle. "You meaned to give them both to me didn't
you?"
Arron smiled, "Yes honey I meant to give both to you."
She stamped one little foot, "Then why make me choose?"
Arron dropped to his knees to bring his gaze level with hers. "Because
I wanted to teach you something. I wanted to teach you to think of others
before yourself."
She digested that for a long moment then threw herself at her uncle.
Jenny and Carl beamed as niece and uncle embraced. They went to the spring
and splashed till all were wrinkly and worn out. Jenny sprung her last
surprise after they came back. Among her purchases was an ice cream
freezer. Given their lack of electricity she had chosen a hand crank
model. Carl and Arron took turns on the machine till their arms ached and
throbbed. The girl's enjoyed the result immensely however. That night
Arron and the girls enjoyed a little carnal fun with a determined Rachel
repeatedly choking herself on Arron's prick. She still couldn't take as
much as her sister but the attempts sure were fun from Arron's viewpoint.
After he'd painted her tonsils he treated her to a full body tongue bath
that left her relaxed and giggly. He and Lena then ganged up to service
both ends, their tongues nearly meeting. The four-year-old experience a
pillow muffled, shrieking cum that left her plummeting into the land of
nod. After tucking the birthday girl in Arron and Lena fought another round
with lips and tongue that left both participants relaxed and sated. The
next day was warm and sunny. Arron and Carl were on site early. Arron
started sawing more planks and almost immediately broke the mill. The
repair welding took an hour and then they were back at it.
Now that they had decided to build their own fireplaces it was the turn
of the east wall. This would actually be two walls. Since they wanted the
weight of the fireplaces and chimney to sit atop the foundation they would
simply leave a gap and frame up each side of it. The kicked around
dimensions before finally settling on 48 inches as the width for the
fireplaces. It was a little wide by contemporary standards but what the
hell.
They framed both pieces up on the ground as before then used truck and
muscle to hoist them up and bolt them in place. They then used nails and
diagonal braces to tie each section into the north and south walls
respectively. They also used scrap lumber to temporarily tie the separate
sections together. Both would be eventually bolted into the solid stone
of
the chimneys, the scrap braces strengthened them a little in the meantime.
That night they had a long spring romp. Carl and Jenny departed early
with eyes only for each other. They were hardly out of sight before the
girl's were out of their bathing suits. Arron enjoyed a leisurely whack
off as the two vixens ate each other to oblivion. Lena recovered just in
time to slip her lips over the head of his prick. She stared into his eyes
as she drank his cum.
The next day was cloudy and the temperature again dropped but there was
no rain. Pushing ahead they started in on the remaining wall. Like the
previous days work this would actually be two walls. The work went quickly
with the air filled with the rap of hammers and the whine of the saw. They
had the framing finished before eleven but then problems arose. Though it
was still dry the wind had built through the morning. It was now gusting
to thirty or so mph. Twice they tried to raise the first section only to
see it nearly blown over the edge and dashed to pieces both times.
Reluctantly they decided to abandon it for the day.
They had stir-fry with a faint Mexican flavor for lunch then set out to
do road work. Arron dumped the fresh load of gravel just above their
previous stopping point then watched as Carl went to work with the tractor.
Convinced that his sibling had the hang of it he fired up the Ram and drove
several miles down the road to where a tiny watercourse paralleled the
road. Careful not to denude any one location he began the arduous job of
lugging flat rocks up the bank and heaving them into the bed of the pickup.
He had the area behind the fuel barrels perhaps half full when he
realized he could no longer hear the distant snarl of the tractor. He
rested a long moment then climbed up in the cab. If Carl was done he could
damn well help hump rocks.
When he pulled into view of the repair area fully half of the rock pile
remained. Puzzled he threw the truck into park and climbed out. He was
wondering if perhaps Carl had driven back to camp for something when he
noticed a patch of grass on one side of the road torn out to the clay base.
Several overhanging branches hung freshly splintered as well. He took two
steps forward before he noticed the horizontal tractor lug peering over the
verge like a thick table.
In a panic Arron scrambled down the slope. The tractor was on its side
at the bottom of the weed choked ditch. Carl lay underneath it, jammed
between the transmission and the rocky soil. Fearfully Arron checked for
a
pulse. He breathed a deep sigh of relief when he found one. A more
thorough survey revealed that Carl was not tightly wedged beneath the
transmission. The front and rear tires were holding the machine off the
ground and creating a gap beneath it. Carl was held snugly but he was not
being crushed. The floorboard was another matter. It was shoved hard into
Carl's hip and was pressing him into the ground. Arron vaulted out of the
ditch and sprinted to the truck. He was back with a shovel in under a
minute. It took ten minutes of careful work to free Carl from his iron
prison. Once he'd drug his sibling free Arron tried to revive Carl to no
avail. He gave up after a minute or so and taking a grip under Carl's
armpits staggered up the slope backwards, dragging his brother behind him.
Once he had Carl in the truck Arron faced another dilemma. To drive
back to camp and inform Jenny would take precious time that Carl might well
need. To not do so would certainly subject the woman and the girl's to a
night of terrible anxiety. Worse, Jenny might come looking for them and
come to harm in the process.
He was still feverishly kicking around the alternatives when he
remembered the radio. They hadn't really used the little units much since
they were purchased but Arron had dutifully kept the batteries charged.
One of them was on the dashboard of the truck. Arron grabbed it, hoping
against hope that its partner back at camp was on.
"Jenny, this is Arron. Can you here me. Jenny answer if you can here
me!"
He released the button and wiped the sweat from his brow. It was still
quite cool but he was dripping. The sweat had the sour smell of fear. He
clicked the button again. "Jenny pick up, it's important. Jenny please
pick up the radio."
Twice more he called. Swearing, he was about to toss the radio on to
the dash of the truck when a giggly voice came through loud and clear.
"Mom's busy uncle Arron but I'll chat with you."
"Lena I don't have time to chat. Get your mother now!"
Something of his tone penetrated because the answer was a terse, "Ok!"
A minute passed then Jenny came on the radio, "Arron what is it?"
"There's been an accident Jenny. The tractor rolled over on Carl. I've
got him in the truck and he's breathing. I'm going to head down the
mountain with him. I need you to get on a cell phone and call 911. Have
an ambulance meet me at the blacktop."
Expecting all manner of blubbering he released the button.
The only answer was a worried, "Roger. Be careful." He could hear the
children beginning to wail in the background before she stopped
transmitting. He drove as quickly as he could without going airborne. He
slowed on the truly bad patches to ease the pounding on his injured
brother. Behind them the load of rock slithered and rumbled as they slid
around the bed. He tore across the ford in a sheet of spray and picked up
speed on the far side. Beside him Carl groaned and mumbled but did not
wake up. Tree's blurred into a green carpet as the Ram thundered down the
narrow dirt lanes. Dirt and gravel flew as he slid through the corners.
Arron was focusing half of his attention on his driving and half on the
condition of his brother. Carl was showing more animation, but still had
not awakened. On occasion he'd mumble something that almost sounded
intelligible. It was after a particularly loud outburst that Arron drug
his eyes back to the road just in time to stand on the brakes. Shuddering
and shedding dirt and rubber the truck protested its way to a halt. When
the dust settled exactly eleven inches separated the grill of Bobby Weavers
Forest Service truck and the macho proboscis of the Ram. The two drivers
stared at each other for a moment, both pale from how close they'd come to
a backwoods head-on collision. The Ranger then threw his truck in reverse
and cranked the wheel hard. Scattering brush and low lying branches the
Rangers truck buried its bed in the heavy growth along the roads verge
before taking off the way it came, fishtailing as it spewed gravel from
both rear tires. The yellow light on top rotated in warning. Who the hell
was supposed to see it was a matter of conjecture. Arron took off in the
wake of the Ranger, grateful for the escort even if the need was doubtful.
He stole a glance at his brother. The belts had kept Carl out of the dash
during the panic stop but he had submarined slightly, slipping lower in the
seat. With one hand Arron tugged him to a more upright position. When the
dusty Forest Service truck bypassed the turnoff that led to the blacktop
Arron slowed and almost abandoned the Ranger. The debate raged a scant
second then he was accelerating to close the gap. They went on for a few
hundred yards then brake lights flared in the dust ahead. Ranger Weaver
turned into the material yard, Arron slowed and followed. In the big open
space an air ambulance sat with its clamshell rear doors open and the
rotors turning. Two white coated paramedics were rushing his way with a
stretcher before the pickup halted. The man and woman were professionals.
Before Arron could unbuckle and climb out they had Carl out of the truck
and on the stretcher. Bobby Weaver had come up to join him and as the two
watched the stretcher was raised and slid into the chopper. The female
paramedic followed. The male rushed up to Arron with a clipboard and fired
off a series of questions. He answered the best that he could then the man
was gone. A moment later the helicopter lifted off with a rising shriek,
dust and bits of grass pelted the watchers as it pivoted and, nose down,
headed north. After the chopper had vanished beyond the trees Bobby Weaver
turned to Arron. "What happened?" It was a simple, no nonsense question.
Arron shook his head. "I don't know. He was spreading rock. I headed
down the road to do some other stuff. When I came back maybe 45 minutes-an
hour later he was in the ditch with the tractor on top of him." "He an
experienced tractor operator?" "No, I don't think he'd been near a tractor
before a few days ago. This was only his second time on it." "And you left
him!" The burly Ranger bristled. Arron looked down at the ground and felt
more miserable, "He seemed to have the hang of it." The Ranger, seeing
Arron's obvious contrition, deflated. He sighed then clapped Arron on the
shoulder. "Hell, we're all adults here and accidents happen." He motioned
to where the Ram sat with the drivers door still open, it's idiot alarm
going 'ding-dong,ding-dong' in protest over the key being left in the
ignition. "You going into Avery to see how he's doing?" Arron jerked a
nod. "Yeah, I need to let his wife and kids know something." The two men
shook hands then Arron climbed into the Ram and pulled out of the yard.
He
drove on autopilot, arriving in Avery shortly after four. He was going to
stop and ask where they hospital was when his eye fell on one of the
familiar blue emergency signs. He followed it and a trail of others to a
small but modern facility set back in a grove of pines. There was a
helicopter pad out front but no sign of the air ambulance that had carried
Carl. Arron assumed the units were in demand in this rugged area.
Doubtless it was already off on another errand of mercy. Of course it
might not seem like mercy when the bill arrived. Arron inquired at the
Emergency desk. A pretty girl with a nervous smile and not a clue as to
what she was doing fumbled with the computer for a moment before calling
another one over. This one, middle aged but hard bodied, made a spare
dozen keystrokes before meeting Arron's gaze. "Carl Winters is out of the
emergency room but he's in ICU. Doctor Berringer can tell you about his
condition. If you'll have a seat I'll page him." Arron took a seat in the
nearly empty waiting room. A half dozen people sat around in various
stages of animation. About half were children with an assortment of aches
and booboos. The balance were parents of children with aches and booboos.
He'd barely started on the financial form clueless brought him when he
heard a deep baritone voice. "Mr. Winters." Doctor Berringer was 30ish,
black, and had the fit look of someone who worked out regularly. Arron
stood and took the proffered hand. "First off let me say your brother is
going to be fine. We did a CAT-scan. He has a very minor concussion but
nothing to worry about. There was some bruising of the internal organs and
two ribs were cracked. Again, all of that is fully recoverable." The
doctor led the way as the two of them pushed through a set of swinging
doors and down a hallway. "If it wasn't for the bruising we'd let him go
tomorrow. As it is I'd like to keep him in ICU for at least several days.
Bruised organs have been known to start bleeding with little warning and
there's no reason to take a risk." They stopped at a four-way intersection.
A different Intensive Care room lay at each corner with a monitoring
station like an island in the middle. A large, wire reinforced window
showed Carl lying on a bed. Various monitoring instruments were hooked to
him and an IV dripped fluid into one arm. "He wouldn't wake up," Arron
said. The doctor nodded. "Probably the concussion. I understand he woke
up on the helicopter. We have him sedated right now. It'll be at least
four hours before you can talk to him." Arron thanked the doctor and began
looking for a phone. Anxious to duck clueless and her forms he made his
way to the admittance desk. There was a bank of phones near the door.
With the money in the phone and his finger poised over the keypad Arron
realized that he did not know Carl's cell phone number. He stood stupidly
for a moment then began to dial his own. The phone was in his tent, maybe
it would raise enough racket to be heard. He'd dialed the last digit and
was listening to the clicking of the exchange when he remembered that he
left his phone off to conserve the battery. He was about to hang up when
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