White Mountain Cliffs Boots Novels & Stories

We walked across the clearing toward the slope carved into the side of the hill. Nothing extreme, just a simple run the pack used for training balance and speed during winter. Snow crunched under our boots, crisp and soft. Raven adjusted her gloves. “Just don’t go flying into a tree. Mason will cry.” “I will not cry,” he said immediately. “I’ll shed dignified warrior tears.” Raven snorted. “That’s still crying.” I laughed again, feeling lighter than I had in hours. We reached the slope, and Mason helped me secure my boots into the bindings, his fingers quick and practiced.

One wrong step, and she could fall off a cliff. For a split second, Chris remembered the image of her falling from a cliff after she had been kidnapped before. His face turned as cold as frost. He had already changed into a weatherproof jacket and hiking boots on the way there. He put on night-vision goggles, picked up a gun, and loaded the magazine. The weapon clicked together in his hands with clean, precise sounds. “Move up the mountain.” The moon disappeared behind the clouds again. Thick clouds rolled in with the wind, and soon not even a trace of moonlight could get through.

When he gets to my feet, I hear him click his tongue in disapproval. “What?” I ask, turning my head a little to peak at him as he kneels at my feet and bends my leg at the knee, lifting my shoe high. Jackson gives me a dubious look. “These shoes are ridiculous, Clark.” I burst out laughing, delighted. “They are very fashionable and very expensive, McClintock.” He grins at me and shakes his head, his fingers making fast work of the little buckle around my ankle. “They offer no traction, and I don’t see how you can run in them –“

I slow Marshmallow to a stop and climb down to the ground. The mud, still wet from the downpour that lasted most of the night, squishes below my cowgirl boots. The bad thing about these boots is that they have no tread and tend to be slippery. So I walk gingerly over to where the hat is floating around like a boat in the mud puddle. Langston’s steps suck into the mud as he comes up behind me. “You didn’t have to get down,” I say. “I’ve got it covered.”

Kymoni said as they made their way to the wall mountain. “Fuck I am not going to like this shit, you know that right?” Kymoni said looking at Essence and then back at Jazz and rolled her eyes. “Fuck it let's get this shit over with.” Kymoni said as they both sat on the ground and removed their shoes and socks. They handed them to the men who looked confused as hell. “Why the hell yall taking yall shoes off? Yall not scare yall will slip and fall or hurt your feet on them rock steps?” Anthony asked confused. “What? Sir we are from the country where we use to walk bare feet on sand that was at least ninety degrees during the Summer. We use to climb scuppernong trees after church just so we cou