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CHAPTER ONE

The storm was very bad, so bad that the windshield wipers even at the highest setting failed to make much difference. So it wasn't much of a surprise when the little red sedan ran off the edge of the lonely mountain road. There was an abrupt jolt followed by the sickening pop of what appeared to be the tire blowing out.

Damn. Karen thought. This stuff always happens to me. Well, no sense in waiting for the storm to stop, better get out and change it.

Karen got the jack and spare out of the trunk. She changed the tire as quickly as she could in the downpour. It wasn't easy though; the lug nuts were slippery to hold on to. She had to spend five minutes looking for one that fell in the sticky roadside mud. By the time she had finished, she was soaked from head to toe and covered in the brownish glop. In all that time, not a single car had passed by her scene of desperation. Karen got back in the vehicle and tried to start the car. Unfortunately, she was rewarded with a whining, groaning noise; the car sputtered twice and then the engine died.

"Oh this is just f-ing great! This is just what I need now!" Karen cursed aloud.

Upon opening the hood, she discovered that she had not only popped a tire, but a very large boulder had been wedged up against the pulley and belt assembly. Apparently, that was what the jolt was caused by. Karen figured there was no sense in waiting around, no one seemed to use this road. She got her purse and her keys out of the car. She locked it and started to walk, hoping to find a town, a house, or something up ahead. She hadn't gotten more than a hundred yards when an enormous black Dodge Ram passed by and stopped.

"Need some help, ma'am?" Shouted the driver as he got out.

"Oh, thank you mister." Karen consented. "I lost control and ran off the road. My car is hung up on a huge rock."

"Well, let me take a look at it." Said the man as he walked up to the Corsica and looked at the rock. After a few moments, he stood up and shook his head. "No, I think you're going to need a tow. Hop in my truck, my cabin's a little ways up the road here. I've got the only phone for miles around."

"Thanks mister." She began.

"Logan, just call me Logan." He offered.

"Thanks .Logan, I'm Karen." Karen returned looking down at her muddy clothes. "Oh no! Look at me, I'm a mess, I'm going to mess up your interior. I can pay for the cleaning of it."

"Nonsense, it's a truck, not a Cadillac," Logan laughed. "Besides, I think I have some towels you can sit on stashed behind the seat."

"Oh thank you," Karen said in appreciation. "You're too kind to a stranger."

After fishing around a couple of moments, Logan produced the towels. As he extended them out for Karen to take, she felt fearful. This man was huge, apparently very well built; she didn't even know him and was about to take a ride down the road with him. She was hesitant, but there was warmth to his smile that she couldn't ignore. Besides she was in the middle of nowhere, what choice has she got? She was running out of time.

She was certain that Roy had probably discovered she had gone by now. Roy was her live-in boyfriend of about three years. He drank often and had beaten her relentlessly, often for no apparent reason at all. She had had enough of it and she had left him while he was passed out on the couch. She was terrified of him that she only took her purse, her keys, and a small stash of money that she had been hiding from him. Then she had got in her car and just started to drive west. She had been driving nearly nine and half-hours when the incident with the rock had occurred.

"Miss.you okay?" Logan was still holding the towel out to her. "Huh.Uh yeah, fine." She mumbled grabbing the towel from him. "All set then?" Logan asked softly after she had arranged the towel on the seat as best she could. "You must be cold and hungry. My cabin's fully equipped, if you'd like a hot shower and a bite to eat while you're waiting for the towing company." "Uh..Sure .Logan." She managed to stammer. "You're too kind to someone you never met before."

"Oh it's no trouble, no trouble at all. Just glad to be of service." Logan laughed heartily.