Free Dreamlike State (The Magic of Black Forest Book 1) by Macy Farmer
Authors: Macy Farmer
soul in sight.
We were full of mud. I kept flinging the mud everywhere every time we hit a puddle. Luckily, I made the sandwiches this morning. My hands were filthy, although that didn’t seem to matter as I ate my corn chips. I gave Seager some Beggin’ Strips and water. It looked like he rolled around in the mud. I got him good a few times. I was definitely going to have to bathe him before we went inside the cabin. After about an hour, we headed back onto the trails. The motorcyclist hadn’t returned before we left.
I found a decent hill that I could safely ride up and down. When I got close to the top, I floored it, and went flying over the top. I got air several times -- all four tires off the ground. While I played, Seager would run up and down the hill, always getting there before me, as if to watch and make sure I was okay. He hadn’t left my side. With him here with me, alone in the forest, I felt safe. I knew that if there were any danger, he would protect me.
After playing on the hills, we found an overlook just off one of the trails. There were trees, greenery as far as the eye could see. “ Amazing ,” I thought, “ It would be great to live here .” The view was exquisite and calmness filled me as we sat and enjoyed it for a while.
“Now Natalia, don’t be alarmed, but I think someone’s been following us. I hear him but can’t smell him, he must be down wind.” Seager lifted his nose upwards, sniffed and tried to get a whiff of the stranger. “Do you want me to chase him up for you? I could sneak up behind him, chase him towards you then you can whack him with that big stick over there. Once he’s down, I’ll wrap my jaws around his throat and you can ask him some questions. Sounds like a really good plan to me. What do you think?” Instead of being alarmed, I just let out a booming laugh.
“I don’t think we should split up. And what’s with all the hitting and biting? You seem a little violent today. How about we just go back to the parking lot instead? Jesse should be here soon if not already. Keep an ear out for the stranger behind us. If he tries anything then we’ll move onto plan B, the hitting and biting plan, Okay?” He smirked and agreed with a nod of his head.
Jesse was waiting when we finally got back to the truck. He was all ready to go until he saw us. He cracked up and yelled, “Whatcha do, fall in a giant mud puddle?” At first I got a little irritated but then I looked over at Seager and down at myself. We were even muddier then we were at lunch. I joined in on the laugh fest. I’m going to have to squirt my clothes down a few times before I put them in any washing machine. I couldn't even fathom how long it was going to take me to bathe Seager. The mud was caked into his fur.
Two hours after Jess and I hit the trails, I called it quits. “I’ve been riding since eight this morning. I still need to clean everything up. I had a really good time, Jess. Oh and thanks for riding with me today.” I looked over at Seager and the ATV – just looking at all the dirt -- I’m exhausted.
“Me too. Plus, I want to go see when Colleen is getting out of work.” He quickly loaded his quad on his truck. I noticed he took my father’s advice – secured the ramps to the tailgate. That choked me up a bit.
“Hey Jess – what’s up with you and Colleen?”
“What do you mean – nothing, why?” He was avoiding eye contact. Fibber. There was something going on.
“Well I just noticed how close you two are, closer than normal friends. Maybe it’s just my over-active imagination. Never mind…” shrugging my shoulder nonchalantly, I drifted off leaving my last few words hanging out there. My intention was to get him to talk, but instead he shrugged his shoulders and said his goodbyes. Just like that, he left. Well that completely backfired.
Before I left, I noticed the motorcycle and helmet were still there. I got an uneasy feeling that the person that owned the
We were full of mud. I kept flinging the mud everywhere every time we hit a puddle. Luckily, I made the sandwiches this morning. My hands were filthy, although that didn’t seem to matter as I ate my corn chips. I gave Seager some Beggin’ Strips and water. It looked like he rolled around in the mud. I got him good a few times. I was definitely going to have to bathe him before we went inside the cabin. After about an hour, we headed back onto the trails. The motorcyclist hadn’t returned before we left.
I found a decent hill that I could safely ride up and down. When I got close to the top, I floored it, and went flying over the top. I got air several times -- all four tires off the ground. While I played, Seager would run up and down the hill, always getting there before me, as if to watch and make sure I was okay. He hadn’t left my side. With him here with me, alone in the forest, I felt safe. I knew that if there were any danger, he would protect me.
After playing on the hills, we found an overlook just off one of the trails. There were trees, greenery as far as the eye could see. “ Amazing ,” I thought, “ It would be great to live here .” The view was exquisite and calmness filled me as we sat and enjoyed it for a while.
“Now Natalia, don’t be alarmed, but I think someone’s been following us. I hear him but can’t smell him, he must be down wind.” Seager lifted his nose upwards, sniffed and tried to get a whiff of the stranger. “Do you want me to chase him up for you? I could sneak up behind him, chase him towards you then you can whack him with that big stick over there. Once he’s down, I’ll wrap my jaws around his throat and you can ask him some questions. Sounds like a really good plan to me. What do you think?” Instead of being alarmed, I just let out a booming laugh.
“I don’t think we should split up. And what’s with all the hitting and biting? You seem a little violent today. How about we just go back to the parking lot instead? Jesse should be here soon if not already. Keep an ear out for the stranger behind us. If he tries anything then we’ll move onto plan B, the hitting and biting plan, Okay?” He smirked and agreed with a nod of his head.
Jesse was waiting when we finally got back to the truck. He was all ready to go until he saw us. He cracked up and yelled, “Whatcha do, fall in a giant mud puddle?” At first I got a little irritated but then I looked over at Seager and down at myself. We were even muddier then we were at lunch. I joined in on the laugh fest. I’m going to have to squirt my clothes down a few times before I put them in any washing machine. I couldn't even fathom how long it was going to take me to bathe Seager. The mud was caked into his fur.
Two hours after Jess and I hit the trails, I called it quits. “I’ve been riding since eight this morning. I still need to clean everything up. I had a really good time, Jess. Oh and thanks for riding with me today.” I looked over at Seager and the ATV – just looking at all the dirt -- I’m exhausted.
“Me too. Plus, I want to go see when Colleen is getting out of work.” He quickly loaded his quad on his truck. I noticed he took my father’s advice – secured the ramps to the tailgate. That choked me up a bit.
“Hey Jess – what’s up with you and Colleen?”
“What do you mean – nothing, why?” He was avoiding eye contact. Fibber. There was something going on.
“Well I just noticed how close you two are, closer than normal friends. Maybe it’s just my over-active imagination. Never mind…” shrugging my shoulder nonchalantly, I drifted off leaving my last few words hanging out there. My intention was to get him to talk, but instead he shrugged his shoulders and said his goodbyes. Just like that, he left. Well that completely backfired.
Before I left, I noticed the motorcycle and helmet were still there. I got an uneasy feeling that the person that owned the