SHADOW WARRIOR
Copyright © Melody Raynes 2012
Cover Art ® 2012 by Melody Raynes
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Word count 6769. This is a short story.
Shadow Warrior
Kellie pulled up to the farmhouse, which turned out to be little more than a shack. The drive had been long and dusty and all she wanted was a hot shower and a soft bed. The sun was dropping low behind the hills to the west by the time she had the jeep unpacked and she stood on the porch, shoulders drooping, one hand massaging the small of her back. Her cousin Jack wasn’t joking when he told her this place was in the middle of no where. That suited her just fine, the farther she was from her ex boyfriend Rick, the better she felt. Even so, in the distance across the road she could see a rider on a horse silhouetted against the darkening sky. “The world is getting smaller.” She mused to herself as she watched.
She couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, and she wasn’t sure but she thought the rider turned and stared at her for a long moment. A shiver raced down her spine making goose bumps pop up on her arms and she hugged herself, hands rubbing the chill away as she watched the rider disappear into the deep shadows of the foothills as heat lightning streaked across the sky.
Once inside she debated lighting a fire to chase away the chill, but the events of the past few weeks had finally caught up with her and all she could think about was tumbling into bed. To her dismay the bed was half dismantled, the mattress leaning on it’s side against the wall, and she was too tired to try and put it to rights. Groaning with bone weary tiredness, she drug her sleeping bag into the main room, kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the floor in front of the cold stone fireplace, within minutes she was sound asleep.
She awoke some hours later, stiff and sore and staring into pitch blackness, unsure of what had pulled her from her deep sleep, the best rest she’d had in months. She nearly screamed as the room was lit by a sharp stab of bluish light followed a split second later by a rumble of thunder so strong it shook the floor and rattled the door in it’s frame. When her racing heart finally stopped pounding she checked her watch, 5:30 in the morning, soon it would be light.
Stretching her stiff muscles she left her makeshift bed and in the next flash of lightning located the lamp and flipped it on. “Thank God this place has electricity.” It looked like a run down shack but it had all the amenities she needed, electric, hot and cold running water, stove and refrigerator. Padding to the kitchen in her bare feet she found a little surprise waiting for her in the shape of boxes of canned goods sitting on the table with a note from cousin Jack. Included in one of the boxes was a large can of coffee and she blessed him as she searched for and finally found an electric coffee maker and started her favorite beverage brewing.
While she was waiting she used the time to poke around in the kitchen, “This place is a mess!” Running a finger across one shelf she wrinkled her nose when it came away grime covered. Wiping her hand on a cloth by the sink she then took on the challenge of pulling the fridge out far enough to reach the plug and get it in the socket. Though small it was very heavy and wedged between the counter on one side and the wall on the other. Kellie worked up quite a sweat but finally was rewarded by a low hum as the appliance came to life.
She was struggling to shift the beast, as she was coming to think of the fridge, back into it’s spot when the coffee maker sputtered out the last few drops of liquid into the glass carafe. The thought of a huge mug of coffee lent her enough strength to wrestle the stubborn appliance back in place and it didn’t take long to search out the boxed up dishes. Finally she had a mug warming her hands and inhaled the aroma with closed eyes and a smile on her face.
Heading into the main room she grabbed her jacket and slipped it on, then carried her coffee out on the porch to watch the last of the storm roll by. She was taking a long sip of the rich tasting liquid and nearly choked as a flash of lightning lit up the field across the road and showed, very clearly, a man, sitting on a horse facing in her direction. Panic gripped her as she thought for just a second that somehow Rick had followed her here, but no, the only person who knew she was out here was Jack, he was the only one who knew why too.
The sun was topping the hills, the bright light cast the man and horse in shadow but she could tell he was staring at her. She tried to stay calm and act natural as she sipped her coffee, never taking her eyes off of him. The danger of her situation struck her then, she was a woman alone, in a strange place with no one around for nearly fifty miles. With only her laptop computer and her cell phone for access to the outside world. Jack knew where she was but he wouldn’t be expecting her to call in every day, so if something happened to her, it could be days, even weeks before someone started to worry.
The man and the horse didn’t move, not even a swish of the horse’s tail, they could have been carved from marble for all she could tell. They were still out there as she finished her coffee and as calmly as she could turned and walked back into the house, all the while fighting the urge to run. One step, two then three and she was inside, but when she turned to close the door the horse and rider were gone! Scanning as far as she could in either direction showed no sign of anything bigger than a bird or a rabbit and she closed the door with a good bit of force and looked for a way to lock it. “Something else I’ll need to get in town.” She added lock to her list and readied herself for the fifty mile trip.
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Swift Eagle sat still on his horse watching the white woman in the old wood dwelling, when her eyes settled on the spot where he was, he allowed himself to be seen. He was sure, by the angle of the sun in the sky, that she could make out no details of him. He on the other hand could see her clearly, her long brown hair, ample breasts, small waist and full hips. She had a body a man could get lost in and he could feel his cock growing hard as he thought of doing just that. When she turned and disappeared inside, it was all he could do not to rush up behind her and take her by force if need be. But no, that was not how he wanted this woman, when he took her she would be ready and willing and begging for him to thrust inside of her.