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Dear Readers,

     Hold on to your hats. As most of you already know me, you know that I
am always trying something new on you in these newsgroups and once again I
have done just that. I don't know if anyone has ever tried what your about
to read. But the following story is a novelette. It was written with
multiple characters and this is not my typical kind of post. This is a long
story and it took three days to write. So if you have time to read, pull up
a chair. There will be suspense, adventure, love and heartache. I am sharing
this with you as a Christmas gift to all of you who have supported me over
the months. I truly hope you will enjoy it. If you do, please drop me an
email. I worked very hard on it and I shed a few tears of my own along the
way.

Todd M. Sayre
December 10, 1999
Corona Del Mar





Chapter 1


     Fifteen year-old Charlie Caswell felt his seat rumble and rock—his
teeth chattering from the ominous motion, those gut retching climbs and
drops like a wild roller coaster cresting the creaking rafters which rose
and fell like timber mountains. He felt his gorge rise but managed to choke
it down. For one horrifying moment he felt they wouldn't make it. His
father, Blake Caswell and his thirteen year-old stepsister Ashley held on
tight—strapped to their seats with the sweat flowing. The Cessna 172RG
descended through the murk of the May storm which had hampered their attempt
to make it to Anchorage, but one rogue lightning bolt sliced through the sky
in a brilliant flash and had struck the engine cowling, causing the engine
to sputter and cough—gagging to dead silence. The avionics had been fried
and there was no communication with the tower at Fairbanks, but Blake
Caswell tried earnestly, "Fairbanks this is Cessna five-niner Tango
declaring an emergency!"
     Nothing but static.
     Charlie thought that his father's transmissions went no further than
the plane.
     Four thousand feet and dropping.
     Blake reached for the lever that controlled the flaps. He lowered
twenty degrees and the flaps extended. He tried to restart the engine but
got nothing in return.
     "Daddy, I'm scared!" Ashley cried.
     "I know baby," He said trying to be comforting, but the fear in Blake's
own voice betrayed him. "We're gonna make it. There's a lake over their.
I'll try to put her down in the water ... it'll be rough, but we'll make it.
     Three thousand feet.
     Blake ordered his son into the back seat with Ashley and told them to
hold on. Again the turbulence provided by the jagged peaks of the
mountains(thank you very fucking much) bounced them up and down. The Cessna
was too close to some of those mountains. He was afraid that they would clip
one and end up splattered like bug shit on the windshield of a car, but his
father managed to bank left and away from the peaks, then in sweet and
desperate relief, the plane glided past the mountain range and descended in
to a valley. Snow had littered the peaks, but the valley floor was green and
placid, but that observation didn't make Charlie feel any better—they still
had to land—had to survive. There were trees everywhere and no flat, smooth
surface to set the crippled 172 down, but only that solitary space that his
father spied at four thousand feet, but now their altitude was bleeding and
they were now at one thousand six hundred feet above ground level. Charlie's
heart hammered furiously as Blake lined the nose of the Cessna up with the
center of the lake. Applying the last of the flaps, Charlie saw his father
reach for the landing gear lever, then stayed his hand. They were going to
belly land on the water and Charlie knew that if the gear was dropped their
chances of surviving wouldn't be good.
     Charlie couldn't believe this was happening. The day had begun
joyfully. His father, Ashley and he had set out to Anchorage to pick up his
grandfather—then onto the Bering sea for a little fishing, but then the
sudden onset of an Arctic storm had settled over them and the jet-stream had
buffeted them like a doll in a dogs mouth—then that misshapen finger of
electricity had slithered out from a cloud and fried the engine.
     Now they were fifty feet off the ground and flew into the lake's
perimeter. Blake kept the wings level and flared the aircraft. The nose of
the plane rose and gravity sucked the doomed Cessna into the water. The
plane splashed hard, the port wing tore away and Charlie and Ashley struck
the seats in front of them—Blake hit the yoke and his neck snapped with a
sick crack—then the airplane cartwheeled and came to rest in an inverted
position. Water began to fill the cabin. Charlie was dazed, but when he felt
the frigid water bathing his head he got hold of himself and undid his
seatbelt—falling to the roof of the plane. He got Ashley to come out of her
own daze and quickly undid her belt. She began to cry. Charlie tried to wake
his father ... but he dangled in his seat—his head wobbling loosely. He was
dead.
     With no time to grieve, Charlie tried to push the door open, but the
water pressure kept it tightly shut. "SHIT!" He tried to kick the window
out, but there was no room in the confines of the plane to maneuver .
Charlie knew that if they were to get out, they would have to let the plane
submerge and partially fill, then the pressure would be equal and the door
would open with ease. It didn't take long for that to happen. "SHUT UP!" He
told his sister—the sister that loved playing her Back Street Boys CD over
and over, the sister that stroked her hair with a brush one hundred times
before bed, the sister that had loved to play with her kitten she called
Quincy, the same young stepsister that had been infatuated with him since
their parents met and married.
     As the water rushed into the cabin, Charlie reached behind the last
seat at the tail of the plane and withdrew two medium sized duffle bags.
"Please Charlie, I don't want to die ... I don't wanna die!" Ashley cried
hysterically.
     "Shut up and follow me!" He yelled.
     Charlie lifted the door lever when the water was chest high. He pushed
it and the door gave. He held the two duffle bags in one hand and his sister
in the other. They both swam away from the wreckage and surfaced—taking
gasping breaths of air.
     From the west, Charlie could see the hateful storm that had brought
them down, that had killed his father and it was now almost on top of them.
Sheets of rain could be seen in the distance and Charlie could see the
flickers of lightning.
     Ashley cried bitterly as they swam to the southern shore of the lake.
Charlie had to set up shelter and get a fire going before hypothermia set
in.

Chapter 2


     Edward Caswell looked toward the horizon searching for the landing
lights to his son's Cessna. All he saw were the bright lights of the Boeing
jets as they approached, one by one. Alaska Airlines, Northwest(probably on
its way to Red Square) Korean Air and a variety of smaller jets and single
engine planes, but no Cessna 172RG with its black and gold striping. He
lifted his baseball cap and scratched his head absent-mindedly
     After an hour came and went, Edward Caswell went to the FSS(Flight
Service Station) and informed them that his son and grand kids were long
over due. The man behind the desk—a scraggly old geezer who looked like he
had been sniffing terpentine—looked up and smiled a toothless grin.
     "Can I help ya?" He said.
     Grandpa Ed told his story of his son's missing plane. The Alaskan
hillbilly got on the phone and called the tower. The air traffic controller
searched their radar for the Cessna—found nothing—then radioed the Cessna's
call sign only to be hailed by static and the voices of other inbound and
outbound pilots. The tower called the FSS back and told him the news. Blake
Caswell had filed a flight plan prior to leaving Fairbanks, therefore they
would know when the flight began, calculating wind and ground speeds and get
a general idea of where they were.
     The toothless man picked up the phone and alerted the FAA that a flight
was missing—then he called the Air Civil Patrol.

Chapter 3


     Charlie had gathered enough wood and kindling and started a large
campfire. As Ashley sat on a large rock by the fire warming herself, Charlie
began to inventory the contents of the duffle bags. One four-man tent,
waterproof matches, flashlight, four small votive candles, Sterno, field
mess kits, first aid supplies, emergency water and dehydrated food packs. He
also found a hatchet, Swiss Army knife, compass and the .45 holstered Glock
with two clips, which he fixed to his belt, the gun his father kept for
emergencies as well as the flare gun with three ready to use cartridges. He
even found a heat sealed bundle of polyester blankets and inflatable
pillows. Dad had always prepared for the worst and when you lived in a third
world state where there was more wilderness than civilization, you needed
such supplies even if you were just flying around the city for the day.
Charlie believed they could survive—they had to.
     He began to cry softly for his father as he unfolded the tent and began
erecting it. He couldn't believe his father was gone. He felt as if his
heart was teetering on the edge of a massive blade. He swallowed a sob and
continued sliding the fiberglass poles through the grommets. He secured the
tent to the ground with plastic stakes.
     He laid out the blankets, inflated the plastic pillows and then joined
his sister on the rock, warming himself as much as he could before the rain
began to fall—smothering the fire. He wrapped his arms around Ashley's waist
and held her tight. The weight of emotion and the crushing pain of grief
consumed him and the sobs that had been hiding in his gut surfaced and began
to cry. Ashley joined him as she laid her head on his chest.
     The wind began to blow bringing the chill of Antarctica down upon the
valley—the sky which had been colored a metallic grey was now a dark ash.
The rain began to fall in fat drops, pelting the earth. Charlie urged Ashley
into the tent, but when she stood to her feet she fainted. Charlie caught
her before she could hit the rock they had been sitting on and carried her
to the tent where he laid her on the blankets. The fire had radiated enough
heat to warm them. He pulled her damp clothes off stripping her naked—he was
immediately impressed with her body—the soft curves of her breasts, the wiry
pubes concealing her sex and her slender thighs. Charlie's penis began to
grow, but he cursed himself as guilt swam across his broken
heart—remembering that his father was at the bottom of the lake wearing a
plane. He stripped himself of his wet clothes and slipped under the covers.
He pulled Ashley's tender body toward his and held her tight. Together they
shared body heat and as soon as Ashley was safely tucked into her brother's
arms she began squeezing him in return.
     They rain continued to fall and the wind moaned. On the lake, the sound
of an eagle or a hawk shrieked, piercing through the storm's voice. Charlie
stroked Ashley's back and listened to the drumming of the rain. He planted a
kiss on her forehead then surrendered to sleep.

Chapter 4

     "The fucking plane's missing! How much clearer can I be?" Grandpa Ed
hollered at the FAA official.
     "Well sir," the stocky G-man said, "Maybe they put down somewhere.
After all there is a storm blowin just north of here. Your son most likely
saw a good piece of dirt and landed to wait out the weather."
     "Or maybe they crashed and are waiting for rescue. Did you even bother
checking with the Coast Guard to see if they've received an ELT(Emergency
Locator Transmitter)signal. They could be injured and meanwhile you've got
your head way up your ass and giving me shit. Every minute could mean the
difference between life and death and if they're hurt and something happens
to them I swear by Sonny Jesus something will happen to YOU ... you fucking
idiot!"
     "Now just a minute mister, you can't insult me like that! Do you know
who I am?" The G-man said.
     "Yeah ... a sack of shit in a cheap suit!" Grandpa Ed replied.
     Grandpa Ed turned on his heal and left the musty office of the FAA
official. He returned to the FSS and used the telephone. He got directory
assistance and requested the number for the Coast Guard and dialed the
number.

Chapter 5

     Seven hours after they had fallen asleep, a powerful detonation rocked
the sky—waking Charlie and Ashley. He lit a candle. Ashley realized that she
was naked ... realized Charlie was too. She could feel the size of his dick
pressing against her. She lifted her head and looked into Charlie's eyes.
Those electric-blue eyes met her gaze. She remembered meeting Charlie for
the first time at Morgan's Dine and Dash with their parents. She had fallen
in love with him almost immediately. Her heart throbbed excitedly as her
mind imagined that she was in his arms and they were dancing to the slow
rhythmic sounds of a Mariah Carey song, their eyes locked on each other, his
breath scented with mint as they danced—the world ceasing to exist in that
moment—his fingers brushing away her blush. She could imagine the story that
his beautiful eyes, those soulful eyes conveyed. She was entranced by his
hypnotic gaze and by the time her imagination led her to that fairy tale
kiss, her mother waved a hand in front of her face. "Jesus, Ashley!" She
said. "If you stare any harder your apt to peel the skin off of poor
Charlie!"
     Charlie blushed, but she had seen common interest in his eyes. As they
sat in the booth Ashley drank in all his features. He was almost six feet
tall. He had the most beautiful feathered blonde hair and such exquisite
facial complexion—and those eyes, those incredible eyes—if given the chance,
Ashley was almost certain that she could see her future in them.
     Here in the Alaskan bush a million miles away from the rest of the
world, in a tent laying naked beside her step brother—Ashley saw that same
prophetic glance in his eyes and for the first time since being woken by the
crash of thunder, she was now acutely aware that Charlie was stroking her
cheek. She could feel his once limp dick now hard as a rock and poking
against her vagina. She held onto him tighter, but never left his fixed
look. Her heart began to race as she felt she was on the verge of letting
go—letting her mouth connect with his—then she had thought of her mother and
her now deceased father, sleeping with the fish, thinking she can't do this.
Charlie was now her brother, but he had only been her brother for almost a
month. Nevertheless, her heart rocked in her chest and her mind went weak
and before she could move, Charlie moved in. He pressed his lips to hers and
for the first time Ashley melted into a heap.

Chapter 6

     He couldn't resist his feelings. Ever since meeting her at the diner,
Charlie was pissed that his father had to fall in love with Ashley's mother.
When he saw how beautiful she was, every bell in his head went off and his
cock duped him. It grew painfully hard in his jeans and if anyone looked
down they would've notice the massive package he kept in his pants. He was
grateful when they all sat down at the booth.
     That same package was present in their tent, his body pressing against
her—his penis stiff and jammed against Ashley's sex. He could feel her pubic
hairs tickling the head of his cock. He was aware that Ashley knew his cock
was in the right place. He felt her press in tight. Then that singular line
that had been drawn the day his father and her mother exchanged "I do's" was
now being crossed. He leaned in and planted a kiss on her mouth, feeling the
softness of her lips—much like the silky feel of rose peddles, her skin
perfectly soft and warm. Charlie didn't care anymore about the line. His
father had been killed in the crash and the line ceased to exist. Ashley
could be Charlie's fair and square, no holds barred.
     He slipped his tongue into her mouth and probed. Their passionate
mouths blended and merged as one, warm lung air redeemed, two hearts beating
rhythmically. Every movement his mouth made over her's made Charlie's penis
grow a little bigger. Much more of this and his cock would no longer look
like your average dick, but a balloon ready to pop. As he kissed her, as he
felt her angelic body against his, he could feel the tingling in his
heart—in his soul. He couldn't believe that this was happening. This morning
Ashley had been his sister, now that his father was under the lake and
wearing a plane, the covenant between husband and wife had been broken and
Charlie was not going to let this girl get away.
     He let his promiscuous hand gently glide down Ashley's side, feeling
her breasts and their stiff nipples. He surrendered to his desire and turned
her onto her back. He laid over her and was now kissing her neck. She
excepted every advance he made, moaned as his lips graced her neck, sending
a reverberating shudder through her. His tongue traced circles on her skin.
Almost every day since meeting Ashley, Charlie had consumed her in every way
imaginable as he laid on his bed and masturbated to the memory of her face.
Charlie had prayed fervently, hoping that he could have her, to bed with her
and appreciate her with everything that he had within him—Charlie prayed
that his father wouldn't marry his stepmother Hannah—how he had wanted to be
with Ashley more than anything, but Charlie's prayer had never been answered
... that is until now. It took the death of his father to fulfill his dream
and now he was living his fantasy.
     He propped himself up—grabbed his cock and began searching for that
blessed entrance that would secure his destiny. Charlie was a virgin. Trying
to find his way around her body was difficult. But she solved his problem.
She took hold of his cock and helped him. She lifted it to the right spot,
then he did the rest. Charlie pressed forward and his penis began sliding
in, fractionally at first ... then slid the rest of the way until he felt a
very thin, membranous partition. Ashley grunted as he pushed deeper—then she
cried out in pain when Charlie tore through her Hymen. He began to pull out,
then thrust inward. The tightness that engulfed his cock was a sensational
experience. That warmness and her moist vagina sent an electrical thrill
coursing through him. He was almost certain that he had died in the plane
crash and was now in heaven. He had developed a cadence to his pumping
groin, thrusting wildly, making Ashley cry out erotically to every greedy
push of his engorgement. He was now sweating profusely and panting. Ashley
was gasping and mewling as he drove his flesh deep into the center of her
soul. "Charlie! Oh God!" She cried out.

Chapter 7


     "Charlie! Oh God!" Ashley exclaimed. She had never in her thirteen
years experienced such pleasure and pain mixed all into one. To have his
penis hard and in her made her want to cry joyfully. She was feeling that
wonderful thrusting that seemed to belong inside her and she wanted this
night to last forever. She felt the hands of passion grasping at her—pulling
her into a world of sweet bliss—ambling through the halls of love,
gracefully entering the garden of ecstacy. She felt the sting of her tears
welling up on her eyes. She was going to cry. Not because of grief or fear,
but her heart had been filled with Charlie's love and adoration. She had
felt incomplete ever since she had entered puberty, now she was whole, alive
and filled to the brim with Charlie. She couldn't get enough. She wanted him
to thrust harder, to drill deep and gasp loudly, panting her name until she
either fainted or was caught in that net that God created for lovers.
Charlie pushed and pumped, hammered and pounded. She could sense a much
different form of orgasm beginning to river through her. She was now aware
that she was being rocked by a sizzling orgasm that welled up—making her cry
out in ecstacy, feeling the rapturous climax—the event of the year.
     As she gasped louder, Charlie pumped faster, then she could feel his
warm liquid shooting into her. She reached up and seized his hips and shoved
him into her instinctively, wanting more of that heavy penis to push through
her, wanting that flood of his seed to fill her womb.

Chapter 8


     Charlie rocked in and out as fast as his fifteen year-old body would
allow. He was out of breath and sweating like a stuck pig. It surprised him
when she reached up and grabbed his hips—pulling his groin deeper. She had
wanted him more than anything and he knew. Her clenching hands revealed her
secret love for him and he was truly thankful to God for answering his
prayer. The tightness that her vagina had on his cock reminded Charlie of
the time when he was nine years-old.
     He and his cousin Eric were in the garage of his uncle's house down in
Juneau one summer afternoon, alone for a few hours when the twelve year-old
dared him to let him suck on his dick. Being gregarious, Charlie consented.
Eric pulled Charlie's pants down to his ankles, his underwear following.
Eric got down on his knees and wrapped his lips around his hairless dick and
started sliding his mouth back and forth until his cock stood erect—then had
that incredible orgasm that swept him away. Charlie had enjoyed it so much
that he let Eric suck on him most of that day—inflicting one glorious climax
after another. Eric enjoyed sucking on his cock that he did it to Charlie
even when they were in the dark and ready for sleep. That had been one of
the best summers of his young life.
     But now considerably older, Charlie began to feel that powerful orgasm
that had been hiding since Eric had showed him what it was to have one—his
muscles began to harden, his toes throbbing and now he was groaning, mewling
as he began to ejaculate—streams of white come squirting in persistent
strings. Charlie was held hostage by the peak of passion that a second
orgasm rippled through him. More of his seed passed into Ashley and she too
appeared to be in the midst of her own fulfillment.
     When the last of his sperm shot out, Charlie collapsed onto Ashley,
planting loving kisses on her mouth. They both labored to breath. This had
been the most intense night of their young lives that neither would forget.
Both had walked into the path of death only to emerge into the valley of
life, the scent of passion on both—stained with the loss of their
innocence—each losing their virginity to the other.

Chapter 9

     Hannah Caswell sat nervously on the commuter to Anchorage. She feared
the worst. She was terrified that she would be told by authorities that her
whole family had been killed. It had been hours since Blake, Charlie and
Ashley had been heard from. She prayed diligently that they were alright,
but deep in her heart she knew that the Grim Reaper had come and gone—she
felt it. A search would get under way in the morning once the storm had
passed and god-willing ... they would be found. She reasoned in her mind
that she could live with all of them being injured in some way—just as long
as they lived and recovered. She bit her lower lip then began to cry as
terror washed over her like a tidal wave.
     Hannah wept as the twin engine turbine flew over the dark world below,
not knowing that at that precise moment, twenty thousand feet away her new
husband was wearing a plane at the bottom of a lake—on the shore of it, her
stepson was pumping sperm into her daughter.

Chapter 10

     At about seven AM, Lt. Commander Harold Myers cranked over the engine
to his Dauphin helicopter. He had been a good pilot and enjoyed serving the
Coast Guard at the Kodiak Island station. He had been in and out of the
Alaskan bush, retrieving victims of climbing disasters, plane crashes,
hunting accidents and over the water he'd put his expert flying to good use
and pluck stranded fishermen out of the icy Bering Sea. Today was no
different. His superior officer had given him another assignment. Search for
a small plane and listen for the ELT signal as you go. But flying over a
vast Alaskan wilderness and searching for a small plane was like looking for
a needle in a hay stack. If there was just some remote chance that their
onboard equipment could find the signal, then chances were good in finding
the wreckage. But finding the occupants alive was a totally different thing.
"Morning Hal!" Lt. Alex Wilcox said cheerily. "Gonna be a nice day today!"
     "We can enjoy it while we find some people." Harold replied.
     He briefed his crew as they lifted off and headed north. They would
join an armada of aircraft flying the common route from Fairbanks to
Anchorage and vice-versa—covering as much ground as possible.


Chapter 11

     Twenty feet deep in the cold waters of the lake, the Cessna's ELT
pinged away. But the density of the water muffled its transmission range.
Nevertheless, the ELT's battery would last seventy-two hours straight. It
was triggered the moment Blake Caswell eased the aircraft onto the water,
then down right crashing.
     As search and rescue teams flew over the land, the ELT pinged and
pinged ... waiting.

Chapter 12

     Charlie and Ashley had awakened to hungry stomachs. It had been
twenty-four hours since their last meal. Charlie opened one of the duffel
bags and went through their food supply. Ashley emerged from the tent and
came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on
his cheek. Charlie smiled and returned her love with a kiss of his own.
"Hungry?"
     "Starving!" She said. "What's for breakfast?"
     "Well you have your choice of cream of wheat or bacon and eggs."
     "I'll have bacon and eggs."
     As they hydrated the food they spoke of what would happen next—what the
plan was. "First thing we do," Charlie said, "is gather more wood. Then we
try to make another fire. It won't be easy. The rain soaked the wood pretty
good."
     "Shouldn't we like pack up and hike out of here?"
     "No. We have to stay put. I used to be in the Cub Scouts. They taught
us that when your lost in a forest you stay put ... that is if somebody is
looking for you. My dad told me if our plane ever went down the crash would
activate some signal that would help rescuers find us. So I think that our
best chance is to stay put.
     "Besides, I'm hoping we could go back in the tent after we collect fire
wood and pick up where we left off last night."
     Ashley giggled. He loved her joyful laugh. He loved to see her smile.
He loved her.
     "I would like that, Charlie."

     They ate their breakfast in silence, contemplating all that had
happened. Charlie thought of his father being at the bottom of the lake and
he felt guilty over being alive, making love to his sister and here he was,
eating hydrated bacon and eggs and getting ready to get laid again. Charlie
was almost certain that Ashley was thinking the same. He looked at her. She
looked lost—faraway in the depths of the land of regrets, but he believed
that those regrets were not of the love they had shared during the night,
instead he believed he saw Ashley reliving the final moments of their
flight, guilty over not saying "I love you daddy" or giving him one last
kiss. She had warmed up to Blake Caswell and adopted him as her father.
Their were tears streaming down her cheeks now—sadness etched upon her
beautiful face.
     Charlie wrapped an arm around her as she began to weep bitterly. He
joined her.

Chapter 13

     They had collected enough wood to keep the fire burning bright and hot.
Although the storm had passed during the night, the Alaskan frontier
remained bitterly cold. When Charlie got a new fire blazing they were able
to leach away the chill from their bones. He unzipped the tent's storm flap
and allowed the fire's radiating heat to warm the blankets. He tossed a few
more logs of wood into the pit of flames for good measure—then went to
Ashley and took her in hand.
     When they got back into the tent, Charlie kept the storm flap wide open
to let the fire warm them as they undressed. After all this wasn't a KOA
camp where they would be spied on by horny teens trying to get a thrill by
watching two people fucking. They were all alone. The only audience they had
were birds, squirrels, dear and perhaps a moose.
     They both stripped naked. Charlie got hard quick when he got a chance
to really check out Ashley's body. She was so perfect in every detail. Her
thighs were slender, but firm. Her breasts were still full and perky and her
hairy mound inviting—her butt so beautifully formed that Charlie wanted to
taste it.
     She groaned with delight when he buried his face up her ass and began
licking her tight rectum, sketching wet circles around her puckered pink
hole, tasting her and inhaling her youth as he feasted. Charlie could feel
Ashley go limp as his tongue relaxed her. She murmured dreamily as she
entered into another domain, a domain rich in love, a domain so sweet and
filled with such intensity that the mere lickings of Charlie's tongue had
slipped her into the mouth of the monster she knew as an orgasm. Charlie
could feel and smell those pussy juices wafting up like the scent of a rose,
permeating his nostrils with it as he fingered her—still licking her hole.
     When he turned her onto her back, Charlie planted himself between her
legs and began parting the hairs that covered her crack. Again those juices
seemed to call to him—alerting his senses that he was welcome in the land of
milk and honey. He kissed her cunny lips with adoration, then parting them
with his tongue. She moaned erotically as he shoved as much of himself as he
could and now he was tasting her. The moisture and her pheromones compelled
him to lick harder and deeper—desperately seeking something, but oddly
enough he didn't know what. All he knew was that her sex was calling and his
mouth was answering. Ashley arched her back as a spasm of ecstacy greeted
her body. She cried mildly and grunted when Charlie's lips connected with
her cunny lips once again. He could feel the power of the orgasm that sent
her into convulsions. Her thighs flexed and tightened and soon she cried out
when the climax assaulted her. Then as quickly as the orgasm had arrived, it
had departed and Ashley went limp.

Chapter 14
     It watched. It stalked them. It could sense and smell them. They were
encroaching upon its territory and it intended to have them. It would lie
low for now and acquire them soon. But the time was not right ... but soon.
It would strike when they least expected it ... when they were mating.
     It could smell her female stink. It could also smell the male stink as
well. It was reminded of the male that tried to kill it, but it had
escaped—but returned to the male's camp during the night. The male who tried
to kill it never left the camp ... ever.
     Soon it would be back for the male and the female. It's stomach rumbled
and its maw chewed with anticipation. Soon—very soon.

Chapter 15

     The Dauphin helicopter flew low, scanning the land for signs of the
Cessna—but thus far their search for wreckage or the signal had proved
futile. Lt. Joseph Dougherty had flown with Commander Myers for three years
and each time they went in search of survivors or signs of disaster, Myers
always found it. Sometimes the results didn't have a happy ending ...
sometimes they did. A dad and his two kids were out there—somewhere. He
imagined what the family was feeling right now knowing that three of their
loved ones were missing, not knowing if they were alive or dead. Dougherty
vowed he would do his best to find them.
     They had covered over two-hundred square miles when Dougherty heard the
faint signal of something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he surmised it
could be the ELT signal they had been looking for, but the pulsing sound was
strange—preternatural. He couldn't get a lock and didn't know which
direction the signal was coming from.
     He told Myers.
     The chopper hovered in place for a brief moment—shifted three-hundred
and sixty degrees trying to pin point the direction—but the signal was
elusive. "Can't capture the fucking thing!" Dougherty said defeated.
     "What do you mean you can't capture it?" Myers replied. "It's either
there or it ain't."
     "Commander I agree, but I just can't get a lock."
     "Al get on the horn and see if the C-135 can get a lock on that
signal." Myers ordered.
     "Aye Sir."
     Dougherty manipulated the dial to his electronic equipment. The signal
rose and faded, but he couldn't get a fix on it.
     "Commander?" Wilcox reported. "The C-135 also has the signal, but they
advise they can't get a bearing either."
     "Shit." Myers muttered. "Okay listen up! Joe here's what we're gonna
do. We'll mark our present location with GPS—then fly fifty miles in every
direction until we capture the signal. It'll either get stronger or weaker
... but we'll get it."
     "Commander we're low on fuel." Wilcox said.
     "Right."
     The red and white Dauphin flew off to the north toward Fairbanks,
before continuing the search, but the day began to fade. Off to the west,
angry clouds loomed over the horizon and Dougherty knew that time was
running out. A new storm was coming. He had heard the forecast.
If anyone was alive, their chances of surviving a late Winter Snow shower
with minimal or no provisions dwindled by the hour.
Chapter 15

     Thrusting and grinding, Charlie panted hard—his legs trembled as
another orgasm gripped him. He began shooting another volley of come into
Ashley, making her groan in delight. Charlie's groin felt as if an entire
bag of lit Kingsford charcoal had been attached to his cock. The intensity
that he felt in his loins swallowed him whole. He couldn't believe that love
and sex could be so sweet—two bodies blending as one, writhing under the
blankets like a sack of Timber Rattlers, humping and thrusting, the sweet
song of eroticism being sung in the Alaskan wilderness. Charlie was happy—at
least for now anyway.
     He pushed into Ashley several more times, allowing the streams of sperm
to die into history, then he laid beside her—gasping and sweating. They
faced each other. Each of them had the look of bliss on their face and
Charlie wished that he could live in this state forever. But he knew he had
to face reality. If and when they were rescued, Charlie wondered how things
would be. Would he be sent to live with his grandpa while Ashley and Hannah
moved on with their lives leaving Fairbanks? Charlie feared that that could
happen. He loved Ashley and to be separated for all eternity was
unacceptable. He was only fifteen, but he would do his best to keep Ashley
as his own.
     When Ashley fell asleep, Charlie dressed and left the tent. He put more
logs into the fire and watched as those fingers of flame consumed the wood.
The worry had returned to his heart. He felt more fear of the possibility
that he could lose his first and only love as a result of what had occurred.
     He sat on the rock and watched the flames as he began to utter a solemn
prayer. "Dear Lord," he whispered, "I know that I haven't been the Christian
you wanted me to be and perhaps I don't deserve my prayer answered, but I'm
hoping your their and listening.
     "I'm sure you saw what Ashley and I did last night, but it wasn't lust,
Lord. I really love her. I would die for her. All I'm asking for is a
miracle ... some kind of miracle. Just to be with her excites me. My heart
trembles when I smell her wearing her perfume. Is it so wrong to be in love?
I never touched her or made it known to her that I was in love with her when
my dad was alive, but maybe she saw it in my eyes or on my face, but I kept
my distance. When I took her clothes off just after the crash I did it
because they were wet and she would have wet the blankets. We needed to get
warm. Your God. You should know what my motives were yesterday. I can only
hope you'll somehow touch Hannah's heart and allow Ashley and I to be
together. My dad's with you now and their is nothing that could be immoral
about being with her. The moment my father died, Ashley stopped being my
sister.
     "Well Lord, I guess your a pretty busy guy and you got other prayers to
listen to so I'll check out for now until the next time. Oh P.S."
     Charlie began to sob and cry as he uttered his final words in his
prayer, " ... um if its not too much trouble ... I-I was wondering if you
could tell my dad ... Um that I love him and miss him and that he was the
best father in the world. Amen."
     Charlie wiped the tears from his eyes. He took a long twig and poked at
the fire as he remember all the fun times he had had with his dad. The trips
to Disney World, the hunting trips and the jokes they shared. Now he was
orphaned. He lost his mother to cancer years ago and now he had to face the
pain of remembering the crash.
     He poked another log in the fire and a plume of red embers drifted
skyward. Charlie looked up and saw the wall of dark clouds. Another fucking
storm! He thought. The sun was beginning to set toward the west and a cold
breeze accosted him—sending a chill through him. Charlie was uncertain that
their would be rescue today. They had plenty of water. But only so much
food. But then he began to seriously think about being rescued only for
Hannah to take Ashley away. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be rescued. He
would talk to Ashley when she woke. For now he would return to the tent and
nap.

Chapter 16

     It watched the male thing sitting by the fire. It wanted to rush out
and snatch the male thing, but it feared the fire. But it's stomach rumbled
and shifted in it's belly. Soon. Soon he would feed. It senses that the rain
will come. It knows that rain hates fire and the rain will kill the fire.
When the rain comes it will eat. It will start with the male thing first.

Chapter 17

     Ashley awoke from a bad dream. She sat up and watched Charlie sleep.
She looks at his face, his gentle features and the hair she likes. Charlie
had licked her ass and licked her vagina and the feeling of both had caused
her to drift away to another world. He had proved how much he loved her and
she had been happy. But she was plagued by curiosity. For almost a year she
wondered what it was like to suck on a dick. Ever since her best friend,
Eliza Harris had told her she gave a boy head in the school restroom, Ashley
began to wonder. Here was her opportunity. Charlie was laying on his back,
although he was wearing his clothes(she wondered why)she could gently unzip
his jeans and pull out his cock. Ashley believed that by trying Charlie's
dick while he slept would help. If she didn't like it, if it tasted bad or
she got grossed out she wouldn't hurt his feeling—god forbid, that was that
last thing she wanted to do.
     She arranged the blankets so the only his groin was exposed. She
unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down gently. Charlie murmured in
his sleep, but did not wake. She touched his penis carefully. It felt
incredibly soft and warm. It was flexible enough for her to play with it,
but she felt that she might wake him. She rested her head on his belly ever
so gently and sniffed the slumbering penis. No smell. So far so good, she
thought. She kissed the head and ran her warm tongue over it. No discernable
flavor. Excellent! She thought.
     She opened her mouth and let his penis slide in until she had it all in
her mouth. She ran her lips back and forth slow at first, but once she
decided she could really enjoy sucking on his cock, Ashley developed a
faster pace and Charlie's cock awakened. Ashley didn't just enjoy sucking,
she really loved it. She felt she couldn't get enough and she vowed that
anytime Charlie wanted a blowjob her lips were willing.
     She glided her mouth back and forth, tightening her grip on his
dick—squeezing her lips on his flesh and milking him hard. Charlie awoke
from his sleep and began breathing hard. Every time she ingested his cock,
Charlie would push his groin into her face making her gag. But she held on.
She wasn't afraid to taste his sperm. Last night when Charlie fell asleep,
she stuffed a finger inside her vagina and scooped some of his spunk and
tasted him. It was slimy and salty, but tolerable. She wanted to please him
and right now she was doing a hell of a job. Charlie was moaning and gasping
loud lung fulls and that made her feel good.
     She took hold of his balls and cradled them in her hand. They were
soft. Everything about Charlie was perfect. Even his erotic mewling. Ashley
could feel his cock pulse, the head bulging. Her neck began to ache when she
started sucking faster. That's when Charlie was hijacked by a fierce orgasm
and the sperm came flowing. It struck the back of her throat in a torrent
and she tried desperately to swallow all of it, but Charlie was extremely
horny and so were his balls—they had squirted a heavy dose of his cream into
her mouth that it began escaping from the corner of her mouth, oozing down
onto one cheek—pooling on Charlie's shirt. Evidence. Monica Lewinsky eat
your fucking heart out you fucking bitch! Ashley thought. She wanted to
laugh. What would her mother think if she knew that she had Charlie's come
inside her belly and up her twat? She didn't know but it would be
interesting nonetheless if she ever found out.
     She continued to milk him hard and the flood of boy cream continued to
spew. She drank and drank happily. Charlie was grunting and still gasping as
he was torn from the world and plunged into the land of boners.
     When Charlie's come subside and was catching his breath, Ashley decided
to lick his cock and swallow his balls. She was really captivated by his
penis that she didn't want to stop. She licked the shaft tracing a wet line
of saliva from the head all the way to the bottom of his balls.
     Charlie hissed as if being burned with a hot poker when Ashley stuffed
both balls in her mouth. Although she was a virgin to all things
sexual—Ashley wasn't sure what to do. She felt foolish with his balls in her
mouth as if waiting for something to happen. She let them go. Because the
sun had set behind the mountain range, the tent(with the exception of the
fire providing light)was plunged into darkness. Ashley was grateful that
Charlie couldn't see the beet red blush that colored her face.
     She snuggled beside him.
     He planted a kiss on her lips and tasted some of his own come that was
still on the corner of her mouth. "Charles Caswell 1999. Fine year for
sperm," he joked smacking his lips.
     She laughed at his joke then looked past him and saw something that
caught her off guard. She sat up. "Oh my god!"


Chapter 18

     They had flown over more land before they called it quits for the day.
The sun had set and the land was near plunged into darkness. The storm they
had been watching had finally arrived in all its glory and as predicted,
snow and not rain fell. Lt. Commander Myers hoped that if the people he was
looking for were alive—he prayed they were equipt to handle the weather.
     In the meantime they would have to seek shelter in Fairbanks, or end up
out in the bush themselves in a crash of their own.
     The wind was getting stronger and the Dauphin was being buffeted by
turbulence. Dougherty never did lock in the signal and they needed to cover
two more directions. He hoped that the storm would blow through by morning
in order to resume the search.
     The visibility was getting worse by the minute. Myers switched to
IFR(Instrument Flight Rules) and navigated by instrument. He hoped they
would make it to safety before the storm got worse.

Chapter 19

     It was on the move. It created a wake when it tore through the thicket
of pines. It was eager. It was hungry. It began to run. The fire was dying
down not because the rain was killing it, instead the cold clumps of snow
that it hated were smothering the flames. It was dinner time.

Chapter 20

     "Oh my god!" Ashley said.
     Charlie turned to look out the screen when he saw the snow flakes
gently drifting down. "No No No!" He said angrily. He stored his penis back
into his pants, zipped and got up and went outside. Ashley followed.
     The snow was melting over the fire causing it to die down. Charlie took
more wood and piled it on. "Fucking Snow!" He shouted.
     After a few minutes the fire seemed to be growing. Charlie heard a loud
snap from behind him—a thick snap much like a sizeable branch being split in
half. That's when Ashley screamed. Charlie swung his head fast and caught
sight of the thing that made the snapping sound, the thing that made Ashley
scream. "F-Fuck me!" Charlie croaked in terror. He drew the .45 Glock from
its holster that was on his belt. He pointed the weapon at the grizzly bear
that was now on its hind legs. It roared its venomous, hateful clamor.
Charlie took aim—fired and ... nothing happened. He squeezed the trigger
once more. Nothing. Then he remembered the safety. Pushed the tab and took
aim once more and this time the gun discharged. The bear was now only five
feet but did not stop. Charlie fired another round and saw the bullet tear
through the grizzly's pelt close to its neck. The grizzly stopped its
advance and roared again. Charlie fired twice more missing both times. He
had never fired a gun in his life and didn't know how to aim properly. He
hated himself in that moment for never learning.
     Charlie noticed that the bear was foaming at the mouth. The fucking
thing was rabid. This made the grizzly more dangerous and daring. He thought
about firing again, but after missing three times, he thought it better to
wait. The bear remained stationary—its angry roar chilling him to the bone.
Charlie started looking for Ashley. Couldn't see her. Began to worry. Then
saw her standing behind him, her arms around his waist trembling in fear.
The adrenaline had been pumping hard and coursing through his veins that he
didn't even feel her clutching him.
     Charlie screamed at this monster hoping the yelling would scare it
away, but only seemed to anger it further. The bear took another step—then
began to charge. Charlie opened up on it and fired multiple shots.
     Ashley screamed and silence followed the night.

Chapter 21

     Grandpa Ed and Hannah sat nervously around the kitchen table. They had
been waiting for news—any news, but Hannah was slowly going insane. She
worried so much that she had bit almost all of her finger nails. Once they
had been long and painted rich crimson, now they were decapitated stubs.
     "Why doesn't somebody call?" She said tearfully.
     "Hone you got to settle down some, child. Your apt to faint if you
don't. The Coast Guard is on the case and they'll find them."
     "Oh Ed." Hannah broke down and cried, burying her face into Grandpa
Ed's chest. "What if they're dead. What if—"
     "What if they're alive?" He said encouragingly. "Listen kiddo, one
thing I know is that the dead aren't dead until they're declared dead. Don't
lose hope Hannah. Remember I have something at stake as well."
     "But Ed, the storm. Can they survive the cold?"
     "Has Blake ever shown you his plane or even talked about it?"
     "He never showed it to me, but he did mention it."
     "Blake as you know is a tad paranoid when it comes to survival. He even
took a survival course down at the rec center down in Cantwell. After he got
the plane the man who sold it to him advised him to pack in the survivables.
He said it wasn't wise to leave mother earth without them. So he did. He
packed in food and water, first aid goodies and blankets and a bunch of
other stuff I cant rightly remember, but I reckon if they survived the
crash—knowing Blake—they're probably hootin a tune of Row Row Your Boat and
roasting marsh mellows."
     "Oh Jesus, Ed I hope your right."

Chapter 22

     Joseph Dougherty rested upon his motel bed watching the idiot box. A
rerun of Chicago Hope was playing, but Dougherty wasn't paying attention. He
kept thinking about that elusive signal—and it troubled him. Something was
nagging him at the back of his mind—but what. The signal had been troubling
in and of itself. The signal was being emitted in a strange way. He had been
to many crashes where Alaskan bush pilots had had to crash land their planes
and always the signal was the same—strong and reliable. But this was
different. Even hunters out in the wilderness carried hand held ELT's and
those portable units were strong enough to get their attention at Kodiak
Island, but this was different.
     He put his troubled mind out of its misery and turned the tv and lamp
off. He had to get rest. Tomorrow would be another long day and the search
would continue.
     As Dougherty faded off to sleep he began to think of the cool brisk
waters of a Hawaiian water fall, cascading down the side of a cliff—pouring
in hypnotic streams down and down pooling at the base.
     But Dougherty wondered why he was thinking of Hawaiian waterfalls. He'd
never even been to the islands, but his mind kept thinking of that gushing
water. He figured that maybe his mind was trying to tell him it was time for
a vacation, that he'd been working too hard and his mind was gone that he
start—
     Dougherty sat up. Switched the light on. Water. Water. Something about
water. His mind was on the verge of an answer. His chest grew tight and his
mouth was dry. Water. What the fuck did water have to do with the signal. He
wasn't sure, but then revelation struck him and he grabbed his flight bag
and began rifling through it. Where? Where was it. He found it and pulled it
out.
He opened his flight map of Alaska and found what he was looking for.
     Joseph Dougherty was willing to bet he could limit the possibilities.
He got dressed and left his motel room.

Chapter 23

     The grizzly rushed them. Charlie fired numerous shots, struck the bear
six times, but not before the bear was able to claw at Charlie. The beast
collapsed. Charlie's gun was empty, but reached for another clip when the
bear staggered up and began limping away. Smokey—the bear from
hell—disappeared between the pines before he could get the fresh clip in.
Then a stinging pain began to flutter through him in brilliant flashes of
hot agony. He looked down and saw the bed. He turned to look at Ashley
displaying a hand dripping with his own hot blood. Her eyes widened.  "Oh
God! Charlie!"
     That's when Charlie fainted.

Chapter 24

     Ashley ran tried to reach Charlie before he hit the ground, but failed.
He hit hard. He had pushed her away when the bear began to charge—then he
fired many times wounding the animal. But horror ran through her mind when
he held up his hand and showed her the blood. "Oh God! Charlie!" She
screamed.
     The bear had clawed Charlie on his right side. Ashley undid his jacket
and pulled his cotton shirt up to reveal a gaping wound close to six inches
in length. The cut was deep. Ashley began to cry—hysterical and unknowing
what to do—when she Charlie come to. "Charlie! Oh Jesus, Charlie! What do I
do. Your belly is torn open."
     He cried in anguish as the trauma burned uncontrollably, "Ash ... Oh!
T-The med kit ... in the duffle bags ... g-get it!"
     She frantically ran to the tent and retrieved the bags—returned to
Charlie who was now being covered by the falling snow. Ashley saw the he was
scooping handfuls of the cold powder and putting it over the wound—hoping
against hope the cold would weaken the sting of the gash in his gut.
     Ashley found the first aid kit and opened it. She took hold of the
flashlight and got a better look at his injury. It was bleeding enough to
pose a new threat. She began to cry even harder as she tore open a 4x4
surgical sponge and wiped at the blood. Then she opened the small red and
white box which held the 2 inch x 4 yard gauze stretch bandage—unraveled the
spool and bunched it into a tangled ball and shoved into the wound. Charlie
screamed and cried his lungs out. Ashley looked around the first aid kit and
if she had never seen a miracle, she was seeing one now. There was a syringe
and five brown colored vials. Written on them were the words, "MORPHINE."
Her mother must have provided her stepfather with the drugs. Her mother was
a nurse and had access to such items. One thing she didn't know was how much
of the drug to administer. Then she noticed miracle number three. There was
a slip of paper wrapped around the syringe. She grabbed it and unfolded it.
It was a note written in her mother's hand. "God bless you Mommy!" She
cried.
     Charlie cried hard begging god to stop the pain. That's when they heard
wails of the bear not far. Charlie handed the Glock to Ashley. "Keep it. The
safety is off. If that fucker comes back aim and shoot." He said through
crying sobs.
     Ashley took the gun and laid on top of the med kit. "Charlie I found
Morphine in the first aid kit."
     "Morphine?" he said crying.
     "Its a strong pain killer and in a few minutes you'll be better. Please
don't die. I love you!"
     "I'll try not to disappoint you," Charlie tried his hand at humor in
spite of his agony.
     Ashley read the note and got the prescribing dose. She broke the top
off the vial and stuck the needle into the liquid—drew four cc's of the drug
and injected it into Charlie's thigh. She was crying harder now, almost as
bad as Charlie and she went through the kit looking for anything else she
could use. She found more surgical sponges, more stretch bandages, surgical
tape and scissors
and then she saw the silvery foil pack of surgical sutures. She couldn't.
But she couldn't let him bleed to death. She opened up another box of
stretch bandage and got it ready to apply to the wound.
     The Morphine was beginning to take effect. Charlie was beginning to
quiet. Ashley was scared that he was dying, but remembered the drug. It was
a strong one. "Charlie," she said sobbing trying to get a hold of herself,
"I'm going to put some stitches in you so that maybe the bleeding will stop.
Are you feeling any better?"
     Charlie had a big smile on his face, "Ooh yeah!" he said cooly. "I'm
just feeling fine."
     "I'm going to sew you up and its gonna hurt."
     "Ain't no thang!" he said like a like a pimp standing on a street
corner trying to rent one of his women to a guy short a few bucks for the
asking price.
     Before she started the half fast surgery, Ashley dragged Charlie back
into the tent to get him out of the wind and snow. She pulled out the
stretch bandage that was filling the cut and noticed that there was less
blood on the gauze. The bleeders were beginning to coagulate. She was
relieved. She added another spool of bandage and packed it into the gash.
Before she did she got a better look and notice that the bear had not torn
into the abdominal cavity—just sliced through the skin and fatty tissue. She
packed the wound again and tore open the pack of sutures and needle. She
could do this. She'd watched The Operation on The Learning Channel a
gazillion times and saw how they sewed up the patients. She just needed
nerve. Charlie had fallen quiet and asleep. The drug had sedated him and she
was glad, but at the same time she had never felt more alone than now.

     It took her almost an hour to suture the wound. She did a crude job but
at least the wound was closed and she prayed that he wouldn't start bleeding
again. She took an alcohol wipe and cleaned the blood off of him. She
planted a kiss on his lips and stroked his cheek. "Your my hero and I love
you. Please don't die!" she whispered. But her words didn't bring her any
comfort. She applied several 4x4 surgical sponges and covered the
incision—taped the dressing—then covered him with the blanket.
     She took the Glock and exited the tent. She carefully scrutinized the
tree line using the flash to illuminate the tree line making sure that bear
wasn't anywhere close. She saw nothing but snow falling. The air was cold
and miserable. The fire was beginning to die down, but she remedied the
problem by stacking more wood in the pit. How could all this bad luck keep
happening. First the plane crash, then daddy's death, then Charlie's wound.
     She feared that if they weren't rescued by tomorrow, Charlie could die.
Please dear God, don't let my love die. She thought
     She opened a food pack and boiled water. She made herself some
dehydrated Lipton's cream of chicken soup and stood guard—watching—waiting.

Chapter 25

     The following morning the late Winter storm had passed dumping six
inches of slush. The morning sun was already doing a number on it and that
encouraged Dougherty. He wanted to prove his theory. He was almost positive
he was correct.
     All those in choppers had gathered around in a circle to listen to Lt.
Commander Myers brief them of Dougherty's theory. "Alright folks ... listen
up. Lt. Dougherty has come up with a winner. He believes the reason why we
can't pinpoint that signal is because its quite possible that the Cessna
that we're looking for may have crashed into a lake. That would account for
the weak signal and our inability to lock into it.
     "I'm handing you copies of maps of all the lakes that we didn't check.
I want all of you to get down low when you fly over them and look hard.
Water can sometimes interfere with the signal. If you find it radio it in
and give us the coordinates and we'll haul ass to you. Anybody have any
question? No? Ok lets rock!"
     Five US Coast Guard choppers lifted off from the airport in Fairbanks
and headed to the possible locations of the crash.
     Dougherty also theorized that at the time of the Cessna's flight there
had been a storm. It was possible that the winds had blown the little
aircraft way off course which would take them way off
the preplanned route. Only time would tell. He felt a lump in his throat and
a boulder in his stomach. If they did find the wreckage, would they find
survivors? He certainly hoped so.

Chapter 26

     Ashley stood watch during the night. She also prayed. She cried some
more and when Charlie awoke in pain, she administered another dose of
Morphine. She stayed close to him and kept checking on him to make sure he
was still breathing. She gave him all her blankets and stayed close to the
fire to keep warm.
     When the sun rose in the east, she was happy. She could see and watch
for the grizzly. She doubted that the grizzly had survived the night, but
she nonetheless took no chances. When Charlie woke he felt the pain in his
abdomen, but the pain wasn't as bad as it had been. Ashley went to him. She
gave him water. "How are you feeling?" She asked.
     "Like shit, but better." He said in almost a whisper.
     "Thank god!" She said relieved. "Are you hungry?"
     "Yeah. Missed dinner last night." He said. Then in sudden fear he said,
"The bear! Where's the bear?"
     "Dead I think. I stayed awake all night watching and listening for
sounds of it, but it never came back."
     "Good."

     She fed Charlie breakfast and helped him walk out of the tent so he
could pee. That's when they heard the sounds of a helicopter in the
distance. Charlie leaned against a tree and told Ashley to get the flare
gun. She ran as fast as she could and grabbed the gun. She loaded a
cartridge into it and waited.

Chapter 27

     As Myers flew over the mountain range he saw the lake and the valley.
Dougherty cried out in excitement, "FUCKING-A I'VE GOT THE FUCKING THING
LOCKED!"
     "Where? Where?" Myers replied
     "Turn left 090. Right over that lake,"
     As they reached the lake Wilcox saw the flare streak by them. Myers saw
it too. "Yeehaw!" he screamed. They descended looking for a place to sit
down, but there was no clearing. Myers maneuvered the chopper as close to
the south shore where the flare appeared to originate. Then they saw the
campfire and a person waving frantically. Wilcox got on the radio and
alerted the other pilots that they had found the survivors.
     "Joe there's no place to set down. I'll get low to the water and you
jump. Take your radio with you and assess the situation and report." Myers
ordered.
     "Aye Sir."
     When the chopper was three feet from the surface of the water,
Dougherty jumped into knee high water. He waded toward the shore. The person
waving was moving toward him—crying— that's when he noticed the bear running
right toward the survivor.

Chapter 28

     Ashley saw the a crewman jump from the hovering helicopter. He waded
through the water and was so relieved that she broke down and wept
uncontrollably. But she saw him drawing a gun from his holster. He was
shouting something to her, but couldn't make out the words. The loud drone
of the choppers blades where biting into the air that it covered any word he
was screaming.
Then the crewman moved to the side, took a shooter's stance and began firing
his weapon. He fired six or seven shots. Ashley didn't understand until she
turned a saw the grizzly running toward her in a trot, but each bullet the
crewman fired struck the wicked grizzly in its head and fell dead just short
of Ashley. She screamed and ran into the water and practically jumped into
her rescuers arms. "Its ok sweety. Its over."
     "You've got to help my br-boyfriend! Please he's hurt really bad!" She
said.
     The Crewman followed Ashley to the tree where Charlie was now passed
out. The crewman checked Charlie's vitals and examined his wounds—then
withdrew his Motorola walkie-talkie and made his report.

     A litter carried Charlie up to toward the hovering chopper. When he was
secure, he put Ashley in and she too disappeared into the aircraft.
Dougherty returned to the dead bear and examined it closely. He noted that
the bear had been foaming at the mouth. Rabies, he thought. He scooped some
of the foam into a small glass container and stored it in his pocket. Then
he too was hoisted into the chopper and was flown directly to the trauma
center in Anchorage. They were closer.

Chapter 29


     Hannah wept bitterly when the call came through. She had learned that
Blake had not survived the crash, but her two children were alive and in
enroute to the hospital in Anchorage. Grandpa Ed and Hannah climbed into the
car and drove the four miles to where they would thankfully meet up with the
kids.
     The Coast Guard in the meantime—they told Hannah—were retrieving Blake
Caswell's body from the icy depths of the lake. The small Cessna would be
removed as well so the National Transportation Safety Board could examine
the wreckage for their report.


Chapter 30

     Charlie dreamed not a single dream when the surgeons performed the
surgery on his belly. He woke two days later in Pediatrics ICU. Ashley was
at his side holding his hand. Tears of joy were streaming down her cheeks as
she wept, "I love you Charlie."
     Charlie became alarmed when she said it because Hannah and his
grandfather were also beside his bed and had heard her comment. Then he
nearly freaked when she gave him a long passionate kiss on his lips.
     Hannah spoke up finally. "Don't worry Charlie. Ashley told me
everything the two of you did. I must admit I was upset at first, but then
you nearly died saving my daughter's life. If you hadn't of been their ...
if you hadn't taken the wound, Ashley would most likely be dead. So after
thinking very hard, I decided that your entitled to have a future with her.
Since your father is ... is gone I guess Ashley isn't your sister anymore.
Charlie I'm very sorry about your dad."
     Charlie broke down and cried like he had never cried. Grandpa Ed,
Hannah and Ashley surrounded him and cried with him.

Epilogue

     Three months later, Charlie Caswell moved to Anchorage with Hannah and
Ashley. He had made a complete recovery, but he would always bare the scar
of the love that he shared with Ashley—the scar that he had received while
laying his life on the line to protect his love.
     Charlie also learned that Ashley was carrying his child—concieved in
the Alaskan bush. A month later, the justice of the peace pronounced Charles
Andrew Caswell and Ashley Meredith Lloyd husband and wife with a handful of
family members looking on. Their wedding day couldn't have been more perfect
on a sunny September day.
     On February 27 baby boy Charles Blake Caswell was born to the world and
as the doctor handed Charlie his son, he cried as he looked and saw his
father in his son's eyes. "Dear Lord," he prayed, "thank you for all that
you have done. You allowed the plane to crash and you took my father away
from me only to return him to me through my son. I dedicate him to you Lord
and pray that you'll make him a strong boy and a loving son to his mother
and me. Amen."
     What Charlie would find out many years later was that God had heard
Charlie's prayer and answered it ... God had been their in that forest. God
had fashion that terrible experience because he had a couple to bring
together—a family that would never part—love that would fail to end and
hearts that would always beat as one.

The End

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