Nickolas removed the dusty blanket that covered his old pick up truck. It hadn't been used in a while and he worried that it might not do the distance. But he hoped that it could at the very east carry him to the gas station. He walked around the truck and opened the drivers seat, only to have more dust fall on his boots as the door opened. The truck smelled musky and the interior was covered with more dust. Two things happen as he put his full weight on the worn out leather seat. Firstly, more dust jumped up and the springs from underneath him complained from lack of use. As he put the key in the ignition, the truck gave a feeble whine but did not start. After a few tries and a worn out patience, the truck came to life. He pulled out of the ranch and into the dirt road. Nickolas would have preferred riding on horseback than inside the truck in such searing heat but he preferd not to stand out as he approched the enemy. After what felt like ages but which had
Nickolas was beside himself with worry. He went to a room downstairs that was kept for the monitoring of the ranch, but with the ranch not having as much activity, they hardly ever went to the monitors but he needed answers. He played the tape back to the previous day when he last saw Grace. On the screen he could see himself when he went into her suit but there were not cameras inside the suits, that was mainly to protect the privacy of the occupants. Not long after he left her, she had gone out, only to come back running and closed the door behind. Something must have scared her. He wondered if she had seen Owen anywhere, but he remembered the log book that Lilith had shown him, new guests had arrived and it there was nothing out of the ordinary about the two couples and a mother with her daughter. He was ready to give up when at the corner of his eye, he caught movement on the tape. A bulky man appeared on the screen, he looked around the floor before he started for
It was only after six in the morning, but the little town that surrounded the ranch was already up and sinning. Nickolas stood next to the chestnut stallion, Florence, on a hill overlooking the ranch below. It had been a long night outside, and he was tired. After seeing that the guests were fed and enjoying themselves, he had taken the horse to his place of solitude. The place was on the hill above the ranch. When he needed to think, he came up here and sat against the weathered oak tree that had seen too many suns and rains. Last night, he had done the same thing. There was nothing like sleeping under the canopy of the stars to think; after what happened with the stables burning down, he had a lot of thinking to do. The fire in itself hadn’t made him suspicious; it was only later, when he was walking around the barn, that he noticed the hose that was supposed to be used in an emergency had been cut off. When he enquired from one of his men, Jason. The young man said that the h
Grace raced past Nickolas and bolted straight in the ranch's direction. “Shit.” Nicholas sighed. He knew he had just blown his one and only chance to impress her. He debated between chasing after her and letting her cool off. Before he could decide, Jason appeared, panicked and breathless. “Sir…” he shouted as he came closer to Nickolas. And Nickolas was struck by the look on the young man’s face. “What is it?” he asked and decided against loading him with questions. Jason was not quick with his mind. When he had something important to say, if you were interested, it was always best to give him time to gather his wits about and let him tell you at his own pace. Once he had reached his boss, he crunched next to him, to catch his breath. “A fire-“ he wheezed. “Where?” Nickolas couldn’t wait for him to finish the sentence but looked up, and accurate enough, there was smoke rising to the sky. Panic seeped through him, and he broke into a run, letting the smoke le
Nickolas Meyer was drowning. He was surrounded by a sea of water. The pain in his side was becoming unbearable every time he pulled himself to stay above water. He was sinking further and further down; he could make out the dimming lights of the yatch as it took on a different course, sailing away. Leaving him behind. The water kept on rising higher still. Swimming with one hand was becoming impossible. Whoosh. The sea waves were rising. Whoosh. The current was getting stronger. When he thought the water would take him under, he was struggling to breathe, his second lung failing. there was a loud banging around his ears, and someone was pulling him out of the water. “Sir, wake up. Sir!” Nickolas sat up in bed with a start and touched his throat. He was covered in sweat. “Jason?” His eyes came into focus; it was one of his farmhands, Jason. It was the same nightmare. “Yes sir, you were having a bad dream.” The young man said, wide-eyed, he had been terrified by
Owen was already seated at the table, sipping on his black coffee. Emily smiled when she approached him. There were lines between his eyes that she had not noticed there earlier. He got up and pulled out a chair for her to sit. Still feeling a little flustered from her two seconds with Mark in the stable, she reached for the glass on the table and poured herself water from the pitcher. "I thought you would still be sleeping. I didn't expect to see you down so early." Emily smiled at Owen. “Your bed was empty when I turned; I decided to come down and look for you.” He had on that salesman smile, and Emily knew instantly that something was up. She was always able to catch him like that. The smile that didn’t reach the eyes. As she continued to look at him with adoration, Owen took an envelope from the table; Emily hadn't noticed it when she sat down; she'd been so flustered that she had missed the brown envelope with Owen's golden pen that he took with him everywhere. She kne