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***NOTE*** TO THOSE WHO SKIPPED PREVIOUS CHAPTER BECAUSE OF CONTENT****
Lori and Chris basically went up in the mountains and made love while the
sun was going down. Oh and Lori's stallion hates Chris. You didn't really
miss anything else. ******
MOUNTAIN MADNESS
A shrill neigh shook them out of their private world. It was followed by a low growl.
"Oh no," Lori whispered as a chill ran down her spine.
She jumped up quickly and proceeded to get dressed with great speed. Chris followed her cue and did the same.
"What is it?" Chris asked pulling on his jeans.
"It's a cougar, hurry Chris!" Lori told him buttoning her blouse; "It's probably coming for the horses."
Lori ran as fast as she could to where the horses were hobbled in a helpless state. The cougar was already twenty yards from the equines and closing the gap quickly. Lori reached into the saddlebag for the pistol she knew to carry. She took aim and pulled the trigger desperately hoping she would not miss. Unfortunately, it jammed and did not go off.
"Quick Chris, untie Rosie and get on," Lori ordered shoving the pistol back in the bag and doing the same with Lacey.
The cougar crouched low and watched them but it did not back away. It was about twenty feet from them and Lori saw the hate in its eyes. Foam dripped eerily from the folds of its jowls when it let out a crazed caterwaul of pure rage.
"Its rabid, we've got to get out of here," Lori informed him, "Let Rosie have her head, she'll follow me, and hang on tight."
Chris looked at her doubtfully but complied.
"Trust me, I know you can do this," Lori told him and spurred her horse into action.
The cougar started after them missing Rosie's heels by only inches. Thankfully, they had a little ways to gain a lead before they would reach the rocky part of the trail that would slow them down. Chris clung to the saddle horn for dear life desperately trying to keep his balance as they ran. Lori reached the steep rocky part of the trail and slowed her pace but the big cat could still be heard growling in the distance. The horses picked their way as fast as they could down the treacherous rocks. Near the bottom, Lacey slipped and went down on her hindquarters. The jolt caused the pistol to fire. Lori cried out in pain as the bullet ripped through her upper thigh and careened off in the wood that flanked them. She gritted her teeth and rode on knowing instinctively there was no time to stop. Chris watched in horror as the dark patch of blood grew on her jeans. The cougar was just starting down behind them when they reached the bottom and the path began to level. The animals needed no instruction to pick up the pace anew. They ran hard until the cougar was no longer in sight behind them. Lori noticed Lacey was limping bad and pulled her to a stop; she knew that for now they would be safe.
"We're going to need to double up, she's hurt," Lori told him.
She went to get off the roan mare and daggers of white-hot pain raced up her thigh. It hurt so bad it brought tears to her eyes. Chris jumped off of Rosie then and rushed over to her.
"So are you," Chris tried to remain calm and took off his belt. "We got to stop the bleeding."
"I can do it," Lori told him stubbornly.
"Let me," He told her.
Lori consented looking down at her bleeding leg. Chris used his belt like a tourniquet and lifted her up onto Rosie. After tying Lacey's reins to the saddle horn, he swung up behind Lori. The horses were neck-reined so with his free hand he held Lori against him as he headed for the lights of the ranch in the distance. Lori felt her strength waning and struggled to stay alert.
"Hang on Lori," Chris told her, "We're almost home free."
As they got closer to the ranch, Chris saw Wes coming out of the barn.
"I heard the shot," He called as he ran up to them. "What happened?"
"A cougar," Lori said weakly, "It's still out there and its rabid."
Lori lost consciousness then and almost fell off the horse. Thankfully, Chris grabbed her limp body it could happen.
"We've got to get her to a hospital now," Chris told Wes knowing there was no time to wait for an ambulance.
"MOM!!!" Wes yelled. "Get out here now!"
"Hold her while I get down," Chris asked.
Wes steadied Lori while Chris swung off the horse. Chris pulled Lori into his arms, cradling her body he rushed for her truck.
"Wes, you take care of the horses," Ma Ford had reached them, "I'll help Chris."
She got the back door of the vehicle open and Chris laid Lori inside.
"Where's her keys?" Chris asked anxiously.
"I'll get them," The older woman hurried to comply.
"Lori, don't die on me," Chris pleaded in a voice choked with emotion, "I need you to stay with me girl."
As he looked at her pale skin and still form, tears rolled down his cheeks. He took her hands and kissed them. 'Please don't let her die.' He prayed desperately.
Mrs. Ford returned then and started the truck. By that time, Wes had returned and climbed into the other side. Mrs. Ford pulled out quickly, tires squealing onto the main road towards the hospital.
"What happened?" Ma asked glancing into the rearview mirror at her daughter.
"We were running from the cougar. Her horse tripped and the pistol went off. It had jammed earlier and I guess she didn't put the safety back on." Chris explained gazing at Lori with worry.
"Oooo." Lori moaned weakly and moved to grab her stomach.
"She was shot in the thigh right?" Wes asked in confusion.
"Yeah, that's right," Chris answered a look of realization dawned on his features, "Oh no, the baby!"
"What?!?" Mrs. Ford screeched. "What did you say?"
"She's pregnant Mrs. Ford," Chris told her feeling sick in the pit of his stomach.
"Pregnant?" Mrs. Ford repeated, "Are you the father?"
"Yes I am," Chris admitted.
"My baby girl is pregnant," Mrs. Ford repeated again smiling a little.
'She's going to be furious with me,' Chris realized sadly.
"Well that explains a great deal," Mrs. Ford declared then inquired sternly, "So what are you planning to do about it Chris?"
"Well ma'am, I intend to marry her," Chris told her bravely, "I love her."
"Have you asked her already?" Mrs. Ford asked.
"No, she's not entirely happy about the whole situation," Chris replied, "She's been planning to give it up for adoption. She wasn't even going to tell me about it."
"I see, well, we'll just have to change her mind. Won't we?" Mrs. Ford told him.
MOUNTAIN MADNESS
A shrill neigh shook them out of their private world. It was followed by a low growl.
"Oh no," Lori whispered as a chill ran down her spine.
She jumped up quickly and proceeded to get dressed with great speed. Chris followed her cue and did the same.
"What is it?" Chris asked pulling on his jeans.
"It's a cougar, hurry Chris!" Lori told him buttoning her blouse; "It's probably coming for the horses."
Lori ran as fast as she could to where the horses were hobbled in a helpless state. The cougar was already twenty yards from the equines and closing the gap quickly. Lori reached into the saddlebag for the pistol she knew to carry. She took aim and pulled the trigger desperately hoping she would not miss. Unfortunately, it jammed and did not go off.
"Quick Chris, untie Rosie and get on," Lori ordered shoving the pistol back in the bag and doing the same with Lacey.
The cougar crouched low and watched them but it did not back away. It was about twenty feet from them and Lori saw the hate in its eyes. Foam dripped eerily from the folds of its jowls when it let out a crazed caterwaul of pure rage.
"Its rabid, we've got to get out of here," Lori informed him, "Let Rosie have her head, she'll follow me, and hang on tight."
Chris looked at her doubtfully but complied.
"Trust me, I know you can do this," Lori told him and spurred her horse into action.
The cougar started after them missing Rosie's heels by only inches. Thankfully, they had a little ways to gain a lead before they would reach the rocky part of the trail that would slow them down. Chris clung to the saddle horn for dear life desperately trying to keep his balance as they ran. Lori reached the steep rocky part of the trail and slowed her pace but the big cat could still be heard growling in the distance. The horses picked their way as fast as they could down the treacherous rocks. Near the bottom, Lacey slipped and went down on her hindquarters. The jolt caused the pistol to fire. Lori cried out in pain as the bullet ripped through her upper thigh and careened off in the wood that flanked them. She gritted her teeth and rode on knowing instinctively there was no time to stop. Chris watched in horror as the dark patch of blood grew on her jeans. The cougar was just starting down behind them when they reached the bottom and the path began to level. The animals needed no instruction to pick up the pace anew. They ran hard until the cougar was no longer in sight behind them. Lori noticed Lacey was limping bad and pulled her to a stop; she knew that for now they would be safe.
"We're going to need to double up, she's hurt," Lori told him.
She went to get off the roan mare and daggers of white-hot pain raced up her thigh. It hurt so bad it brought tears to her eyes. Chris jumped off of Rosie then and rushed over to her.
"So are you," Chris tried to remain calm and took off his belt. "We got to stop the bleeding."
"I can do it," Lori told him stubbornly.
"Let me," He told her.
Lori consented looking down at her bleeding leg. Chris used his belt like a tourniquet and lifted her up onto Rosie. After tying Lacey's reins to the saddle horn, he swung up behind Lori. The horses were neck-reined so with his free hand he held Lori against him as he headed for the lights of the ranch in the distance. Lori felt her strength waning and struggled to stay alert.
"Hang on Lori," Chris told her, "We're almost home free."
As they got closer to the ranch, Chris saw Wes coming out of the barn.
"I heard the shot," He called as he ran up to them. "What happened?"
"A cougar," Lori said weakly, "It's still out there and its rabid."
Lori lost consciousness then and almost fell off the horse. Thankfully, Chris grabbed her limp body it could happen.
"We've got to get her to a hospital now," Chris told Wes knowing there was no time to wait for an ambulance.
"MOM!!!" Wes yelled. "Get out here now!"
"Hold her while I get down," Chris asked.
Wes steadied Lori while Chris swung off the horse. Chris pulled Lori into his arms, cradling her body he rushed for her truck.
"Wes, you take care of the horses," Ma Ford had reached them, "I'll help Chris."
She got the back door of the vehicle open and Chris laid Lori inside.
"Where's her keys?" Chris asked anxiously.
"I'll get them," The older woman hurried to comply.
"Lori, don't die on me," Chris pleaded in a voice choked with emotion, "I need you to stay with me girl."
As he looked at her pale skin and still form, tears rolled down his cheeks. He took her hands and kissed them. 'Please don't let her die.' He prayed desperately.
Mrs. Ford returned then and started the truck. By that time, Wes had returned and climbed into the other side. Mrs. Ford pulled out quickly, tires squealing onto the main road towards the hospital.
"What happened?" Ma asked glancing into the rearview mirror at her daughter.
"We were running from the cougar. Her horse tripped and the pistol went off. It had jammed earlier and I guess she didn't put the safety back on." Chris explained gazing at Lori with worry.
"Oooo." Lori moaned weakly and moved to grab her stomach.
"She was shot in the thigh right?" Wes asked in confusion.
"Yeah, that's right," Chris answered a look of realization dawned on his features, "Oh no, the baby!"
"What?!?" Mrs. Ford screeched. "What did you say?"
"She's pregnant Mrs. Ford," Chris told her feeling sick in the pit of his stomach.
"Pregnant?" Mrs. Ford repeated, "Are you the father?"
"Yes I am," Chris admitted.
"My baby girl is pregnant," Mrs. Ford repeated again smiling a little.
'She's going to be furious with me,' Chris realized sadly.
"Well that explains a great deal," Mrs. Ford declared then inquired sternly, "So what are you planning to do about it Chris?"
"Well ma'am, I intend to marry her," Chris told her bravely, "I love her."
"Have you asked her already?" Mrs. Ford asked.
"No, she's not entirely happy about the whole situation," Chris replied, "She's been planning to give it up for adoption. She wasn't even going to tell me about it."
"I see, well, we'll just have to change her mind. Won't we?" Mrs. Ford told him.