The Rescue Pilot. Rachel Lee

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      “You did an amazing job of bringing us down. I’m not sure how you managed it. We’re alive because of it.”

      Chase waited, sure there was more, but it didn’t come immediately. Finally, Yuma sighed, the sound almost snatched away by the wind.

      “I’m grateful,” he said. “More grateful than I can tell you because honest to God, Chase, I’m not sure I could survive without Wendy.”

      Chase felt his chest tighten in sympathy, but didn’t know what to say.

      “Do you know I used to be an alcoholic?”

      “I was probably too young to hear that rumor.”

      Yuma chuckled and looked at him. “Yeah, probably. But I was. It was a way to hide. Anyway, I got my act cleaned up before Wendy came back to town to take her second swing at my bachelorhood. Thing was, even then I kept a bottle in my desk drawer.”

      “I thought you weren’t supposed to do that.”

      “I wasn’t.” Yuma’s mouth tightened a bit. “It was my security blanket. I knew it was right there if I ever couldn’t fight off the urge for a drink. For me, anyway, it kept the craving from going over the top.”

      “I never would have thought that of you.”

      Yuma shrugged. “It wouldn’t work for most folks, I guess, but it worked for me. Never even broke the seal on the bottle. And then Wendy … well, I haven’t needed to keep a bottle around since.”

      Chase nodded, getting the message. Or at least he thought he did. “You’ve got a lot to be proud of.”

      “Actually, no, I don’t,” Yuma said flatly. “Pride doesn’t figure into it at all. What I have is a lot to be grateful for, like that woman in there.” He paused. “We gotta save Rory’s sister, man.”

      “I know.”

      “I know you do.” Yuma took a step toward the trees. “That’s why I respect you. Now let’s got get some wood and some pine needles.”

      Two hours later they had the firebox assembled and working outside. From the window of the plane, Rory watched as the fire burned within the three-sided box. It had taken some effort to make a chimney so it would draw air up and through, but it was working now.

      Dimly in the swirling snow, she could see the men looking for more wood to keep it going. It was getting darker out there now, as night closed in on them.

      She ordinarily liked the night, but not this time. The plane had gone dark to save battery power. The only light came from a lone candle sitting on the large work or dining table in the center of four of the seats.

      As business jets went, this was a comfortably sized one, capable of carrying twelve or more passengers, with room to move around. She wondered what kind of traffic Chase could carry to pay for a plane like this, then let the thought wander off. What did it matter? There were apparently enough people left in the world who could afford this kind of transportation, and given that it was a plane, being based out of some invisible town in Wyoming was hardly a hindrance to him.

      Reluctantly, she tore her gaze from the fire, experiencing a gut-deep understanding of why fire had been so important in times past. Probably since ancient times. It promised life, light, warmth. It held the night at bay.

      Nothing inside this plane did that except for a single candle.

      It was time to wake Cait and get her to take her medicine. Rory had hoped to feed her soup at the same time, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Wendy had heated enough water to make a couple of cups of tea, but no more because they had to be careful.

      “Lots of sugar in it,” she said to Rory now as she passed her a mug. “And there’s another if she wants it.”

      “Thanks.”

      She accepted the mug, testing the temperature of the tea with her upper lip. Not hot enough to burn. Good.

      Then she grabbed the small nylon bag in which she kept Cait’s meds, and headed back, aware that Wendy followed with the candle. A candle in the dark.

      Cripes. She needed more than that.

      Once in the bedroom, Wendy set the candle on the small bedside table, then slipped away to leave the sisters alone.

      “Cait. Cait?” Gently she shook her sister’s shoulder.

      “Cait?”

      Slowly, Cait’s eyes opened, and she sighed. “Why don’t you just let me go?”

      Rory’s heart stuttered. “Because I can’t. Not until we’ve tried everything.”

      Cait’s eyes fluttered. “I guess.”

      “Cait, just because Hal left you doesn’t mean there’s nothing left to live for. You don’t need me to tell you that. Now I’ve got a fresh cup of sweet tea for you.”

      “And medicine. Always medicine.”

      “Yeah, medicine. I’m glad I have it. Do you think I can help you sit up a bit?”

      “Sure.” Cait sounded utterly listless. Rory didn’t let that stop her. She lifted her sister carefully, propping her up on pillows.

      “Try some tea first,” she suggested. “It’ll give you energy.”

      Holding the cup to her sister’s lips, she got half of it down her, tiny sip by tiny sip. And as the sugar hit her system, Cait seemed to gain a little energy. Just a little.

      Then came the pills. This part sucked, because Cait wasn’t finding it all that easy to swallow anymore, not since the radiation treatments. But they got those down, too.

      “Great,” Rory said, with a smile she didn’t feel. Talk about a small handful of pills being an ordeal. “There’s another cup of tea for you. I’ll go get it.”

      “I already have.”

      Rory turned to see Wendy standing in the doorway with another mug in hand. “Hi, Cait, I’m Wendy.”

      Cait gave a little nod. “So there are other passengers on the plane?”

      “Me and my husband,” Wendy said, moving forward to exchange mugs with Rory. “When you get a little more rested, you’ll have to join us in the cabin. I’ll bet we’ve all got interesting stories to trade.”

      Rory expected Cait to decline, but instead was astonished to see her sister smile, however weakly. “Sounds like fun.”

      “It will be. All of us have had some crazy experiences. I’ll bet Rory has had more than her share. And you can keep her honest for us.” Wendy winked and slipped out again.

      “I like her,” Cait whispered.

      “Me, too. More tea?”

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