strong ropes for the handles of the basket. Then it was time to go into the water.
Preacher paused to give directions. “We get the boulder into the basket and come back. Tara and Lucian, you will move the boulder into the basket, while Becca and I hold it. Then we come back to land.”
We nodded and fifteen minutes and two tries saw the task done and us back on land, once again exhausted.
“Okay, now we pray the vines hold up.”
Tara and I did as instructed and wrapped the vines with a strip cut from my shirt where we’d touch them. She and I tugged one side, Preacher and Becca tugged the other.
“Oh my God, it’s working!” Tara whispered.
Fucking unbelievable.
“This vine is very strong,” Becca said between grunts.
I could hardly believe my eyes when the boulder peeked out of the water. Relief flooded me and I realized how detrimental the situation was for us. We could have very easily not been able to get that fucking flag. Very easily. Five more minutes and we had that boulder on fucking land.
“Now what?” Tara said, plopping back to the ground. “How are we going to get the flag off?”
“Make a fire Bane. I’m starving. I’ll burn that fucking cable off.”
Hell yes. We could hack at it with the hatchet, weaken it while it was hot, and the metal would bend and eventually break.
Finding enough dry wood was the challenge and by the time we did, it was already dark. Once we got the fire going, we burned the basket and everything else we could find until we had a huge fire.
“We want a lot of coals for heating that cable,” Preacher muttered, staring at the mini-inferno.
Hunger had me weak and the amount of energy we’d exerted made it worse. I sat next to Tara and she collapsed into my body. “We’ll eat as soon as the fire dies down, ok?”
“I’m so hungry,” she whispered, “I want to eat that rabbit so bad and I can’t believe that. I mean I am really hungry.”
“Yes, me too. We all are.” I stroked her back repeatedly. “Only two more days and we’re done. Are you ready for a hot shower? At my apartment?”
“I was thinking a hot shower at Gramma’s.” She looked up at me. “It’s plenty big enough for two.”
I smiled at her, kissing her forehead. “I would love that. If you are in need of a hired hand for your farm, I’m looking for work in that area.”
She smiled. “I can use a hand around there. But random kinky sex acts will be required,” she whispered.
I shot my brows up and laughed quietly. “Ma’am, I don’t know what kind of man you think I am, but I’m an honorable one. I don’t do that kind of stuff for pay.”
“For free?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I do it for you.”
Tears filled her eyes, alarming me and I pulled her closer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to upset you.”
She only shook her head and hugged the wind out of me, making me laugh.
We finally got food on a spit and watching it cook was like watching grass grow. “So, where are you guys going after Dom Wars exactly,” I asked Preacher.
“Back to Africa with money.”
I nodded. “You still confident we’re going to win?”
“Yep.”
“Because of that dream you had,” I said.
“Yep.”
“You seem so….sure.”
“I am.”
“He is,” Becca agreed, casually.
I didn’t get that. I wanted to get it though. “So you have a dream from God and you just…believe it. How do you know it wasn’t…just a dream, I mean I’m not trying to knock it, just curious.” About the insanity of it, actually.
“I know the difference between dreams and a dream. I learned to distinguish.”
When I didn’t get more specifics, I prompted, “Is it…difficult?”
“No. You know the dreams that come with a knowing saturation? You feel it while you dream it. It’s like God taps me on the shoulder in the dream and wakes me up while I’m dreaming it and says pay attention, I’m telling you something. The dream can be the strangest shit, but he tells me not in words
Preacher paused to give directions. “We get the boulder into the basket and come back. Tara and Lucian, you will move the boulder into the basket, while Becca and I hold it. Then we come back to land.”
We nodded and fifteen minutes and two tries saw the task done and us back on land, once again exhausted.
“Okay, now we pray the vines hold up.”
Tara and I did as instructed and wrapped the vines with a strip cut from my shirt where we’d touch them. She and I tugged one side, Preacher and Becca tugged the other.
“Oh my God, it’s working!” Tara whispered.
Fucking unbelievable.
“This vine is very strong,” Becca said between grunts.
I could hardly believe my eyes when the boulder peeked out of the water. Relief flooded me and I realized how detrimental the situation was for us. We could have very easily not been able to get that fucking flag. Very easily. Five more minutes and we had that boulder on fucking land.
“Now what?” Tara said, plopping back to the ground. “How are we going to get the flag off?”
“Make a fire Bane. I’m starving. I’ll burn that fucking cable off.”
Hell yes. We could hack at it with the hatchet, weaken it while it was hot, and the metal would bend and eventually break.
Finding enough dry wood was the challenge and by the time we did, it was already dark. Once we got the fire going, we burned the basket and everything else we could find until we had a huge fire.
“We want a lot of coals for heating that cable,” Preacher muttered, staring at the mini-inferno.
Hunger had me weak and the amount of energy we’d exerted made it worse. I sat next to Tara and she collapsed into my body. “We’ll eat as soon as the fire dies down, ok?”
“I’m so hungry,” she whispered, “I want to eat that rabbit so bad and I can’t believe that. I mean I am really hungry.”
“Yes, me too. We all are.” I stroked her back repeatedly. “Only two more days and we’re done. Are you ready for a hot shower? At my apartment?”
“I was thinking a hot shower at Gramma’s.” She looked up at me. “It’s plenty big enough for two.”
I smiled at her, kissing her forehead. “I would love that. If you are in need of a hired hand for your farm, I’m looking for work in that area.”
She smiled. “I can use a hand around there. But random kinky sex acts will be required,” she whispered.
I shot my brows up and laughed quietly. “Ma’am, I don’t know what kind of man you think I am, but I’m an honorable one. I don’t do that kind of stuff for pay.”
“For free?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I do it for you.”
Tears filled her eyes, alarming me and I pulled her closer. “Sorry, didn’t mean to upset you.”
She only shook her head and hugged the wind out of me, making me laugh.
We finally got food on a spit and watching it cook was like watching grass grow. “So, where are you guys going after Dom Wars exactly,” I asked Preacher.
“Back to Africa with money.”
I nodded. “You still confident we’re going to win?”
“Yep.”
“Because of that dream you had,” I said.
“Yep.”
“You seem so….sure.”
“I am.”
“He is,” Becca agreed, casually.
I didn’t get that. I wanted to get it though. “So you have a dream from God and you just…believe it. How do you know it wasn’t…just a dream, I mean I’m not trying to knock it, just curious.” About the insanity of it, actually.
“I know the difference between dreams and a dream. I learned to distinguish.”
When I didn’t get more specifics, I prompted, “Is it…difficult?”
“No. You know the dreams that come with a knowing saturation? You feel it while you dream it. It’s like God taps me on the shoulder in the dream and wakes me up while I’m dreaming it and says pay attention, I’m telling you something. The dream can be the strangest shit, but he tells me not in words
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