Crash Landing. Becky Avella

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      Sean was on top. He’d had the element of surprise he wanted, but the pilot was scrappy and strong and recovered quickly.

      The gun fired, the blast ringing in Sean’s ears, but he wasn’t too deaf to hear Deanna screaming. Was she hit?

      His heart pounded as he wrestled and grappled with the man struggling beneath him. Sean fought to keep the shotgun pinned to the ground without letting the man slip out from under him. He ducked to avoid a head butt, and the pilot’s head connected with his shoulder instead. Sean needed to gain control of the shotgun before he got his face blown off. He shoved his right forearm across the pilot’s neck, pressing hard on his windpipe. The man’s face was purple, but he hadn’t stopped fighting.

      Sean caught sight of Deanna in his peripheral vision. “Run for the plane,” he panted.

      “Not without you!”

      Her arms raised above her head and he saw she held a large stone. She dropped her hands fast and crack. Sean winced at the sound of stone against skull, but she’d done it. The fight was over instantly as the pilot’s writhing body went completely slack.

      * * *

      Bile burned Deanna’s throat. She covered her face with her hands, hearing again that horrible sound. Had she killed him?

      Sean’s larger hands covered hers. They were warm and gentle as he peeled her hands away from her face. He placed the pistol she’d lost into her right palm. Then he closed her fingers around it. She kept her eyes squeezed shut. If she’d just killed that guy, she didn’t want to see it.

      “You did the right thing,” Sean said, his voice kind. “I need you to open your eyes so you can help me with him before he wakes up.”

      Her eyes popped open. “He’s not dead?”

      Sean chuckled. “No. He’ll have a nasty headache, but he’s alive.” Sean rubbed his own head. “For some reason, I don’t feel much sympathy. Can you do something to ground his plane? I don’t want him flying away before I can get the sheriff out here.”

      “I’ll need your knife.”

      Sean knelt beside the groaning man and retrieved his knife and his cell phone. “Hurts, doesn’t it, buddy?” Then he handed Deanna the knife and said, “Make sure he’s stuck here.”

      As Sean worked on tying up the pilot with the remaining duct tape, Deanna jogged for the Arrow. First she punctured each tire with Sean’s knife. Even on a paved runway, a pilot would need tires to take off. Without them, on this uneven ground and grass, takeoff would be impossible. But just to make sure he was truly grounded, she located the magneto line to the engine and sliced it at each end, then pocketed the cable. She surveyed her work. Satisfied, she rejoined Sean.

      “That will have to do for now,” he said, tossing the empty tape roll against the shed. “It’s not tight enough but we’re out of tape.”

      “Well, even if he gets out of the tape, I guarantee that airplane of his isn’t going anywhere soon.”

      “Good work,” Sean said, then returned to searching the pilot. “Let’s see what we can find out about our friend here.”

      “That he’s up to no good?” Deanna scoffed.

      Sean pulled out a wallet and then an ID card. “Hmm... Nathan Reid from...” Sean looked again at the card. “Nathan Reid from Vancouver.”

      He tossed the wallet on the ground but pocketed the card. “Here you go, dude.” he said. “I’ll keep your ID so I can bring Sheriff Johnson a little souvenir.” Then he grabbed the hard-won shotgun and stood up.

      “He’s Canadian?” Deanna asked.

      Sean nodded. “You’re a little south of your border, Nathan. What are you doing trespassing on my land?” The pilot said nothing.

      A twig snapped somewhere in the distance, and Deanna jumped, her eyes scanning the meadow.

      “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, stepping in the direction of her plane, but Sean held back.

      “What’s the matter?” she asked.

      Sean’s jaw twitched. “I can’t leave until I get some answers.”

      The hovering shroud of smoky haze contributed to the scary-movie feel, and Deanna’s unease was growing by the second.

      “Let’s go,” she begged. “He’s coming to, and he said he was meeting people here.”

      “That’s the problem,” Sean said, pointing at the plane. “I still don’t know what they are up to or who else is involved. It’s like you said in the air—this is my land and I should know what’s happening on it.”

      Without waiting for her okay, Sean turned and walked back toward the shed.

      “This is nuts!” She fumed, but she jogged after him.

      “As nuts as landing in the first place?” he called over his shoulder. “Weren’t you the one who promised me some answers?”

      “It might be my fault that we’re here to begin with, but it’s your fault we are still here,” she said. Sean didn’t stop.

      She grabbed his arm to stop him. “Would you wait?”

      Sean spun to face her, jerking away from her grip. “I can’t,” he said.

      Deanna stepped back, stunned by the need in his eyes.

      “You have no idea what it’s like not to know,” he said, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.

      His mahogany eyes were dry of any tears, but the naked vulnerability she saw in them made her own eyes fill. Her dad had always been an absent playboy. He loved his airplanes and the Alaskan wilderness more than he’d ever loved her. But as messed up as their relationship was, at least she knew he was alive. He called her a couple times a year to fill her in on what he was up to and where he was living.

      Sean hadn’t heard his father’s voice in six years. He’d been a junior in high school the morning that Mel Loomis got up from the breakfast table and left their house, never to be seen again. What would it be like to have your father vanish without a single clue? It had all happened so long ago Deanna had forgotten about it until it had occurred to her as a means to get Sean to let her land the plane. Of course his son would never forget. For Sean, there would never be a break from the wondering.

      “It’s not like I expected to find him here,” Sean said. “We’ve already had a funeral. At this point in my life, I just want to know what happened.”

      Her need for self-preservation wrestled with her empathy.

      “Okay,” she conceded. “We have to hurry.”

      He didn’t say anything, but the gratitude was written all over his face. He turned, and she followed him to the shed, but there were no windows to see inside, and a dead bolt kept them from opening the door. Deanna tugged at it. “It’s locked.”

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