shivered. He guided her out into the night, the street deserted. Lucas was nowhere to be seen.
âWhat was all that about?â he asked.
âOh, nothing really! He just does my head in sometimes. Heâs all show, you know. Itâs like he feels heâs got something to prove to me all the time. I just want him to be him . Iâm probably not making any sense. Itâs been a long day!â
They walked up the street, passing curtained windows, many houses already in darkness. Freddieâs knees ached, his ankles a little stiff. The walk back to the farm, the climb in particular, didnât appeal to him. He wanted his bed â though walking arm in arm with Jess was a pleasant substitute. Heâd make do with a little less sleep.
âI know what you mean.â
Does he? He wasnât sure. Appeasing her seemed the best option. A wave of guilt washed over him. He had to admit, he liked it when she was angry with Lucas.
âAnd thereâs another thing,â Jess reluctantly said.
âOh, whatâs that?â
âHe thinks I like you.â
Freddie hadnât expected this. Talk about a bolt from the blue. He gulped. He could feel his face reddening, pinpricks of heat flaring up like tiny sunspots. He gulped again.
âAnd what did you say?â
âI told him to stop being stupid.â
His head dropped.
âOh.â
âThatâs what I told him anyway, the truth isââ
âYes?â he said, ceasing his ascent.
âFreddie, I â I,â she said, halting, stuttering as she glanced up to the sky, high above the hillside. Freddie followed her gaze. A flickering glow danced across the clouds. âTell me Iâm being thick. Doesnât the sun set in the west?â
What on earth has this got to do with the question Lucas had asked her? wondered Freddie. What had this got to do with the possibility of Jess liking him? Spit it out! His heart thumped against his chest like a caged monster. Expectant. Hungry.
âYeah, the sun sets in the west. And long before now. Red sky at nightâ¦â
He froze, shivering despite the warmth of the night, despite the clamminess besieging him. Normally the sight of a glowing sky wouldnât strike him as abnormal. Towns and cities created such an effect on the night sky. But no built up area large enough to create such a glow existed for nearly twenty miles in that direction.
âNo!â said Jess, lifting a hand to cover her gaping mouth. âPlease. No!â
But he knew what had caused the fire in the sky; deep down he knew Ridge Farm had suffered a terrible blow, a blow that could very well tip it over the edge of the precipice.
12
He galloped like a racehorse bearing down on the winning post. Glancing frequently over his shoulder he could see that Jess was keeping up with him, a constant dozen-or-so lengths back. As they left Ravenby-le-Woldâs cosy, well-kept cottages behind, the steep, twisting lanes passed by in a mad blur. A sharp incline on Freddieâs right blocked Ridge Farm from view.
âPlease! Please donât be the farm!â What had he done? Heâd meant well. Heâd tried his hardest, put his own sweat and tears into the place. He cared about the farm, and about the family. He felt a part of their life.
He neared the summit He could hear Jessâs footsteps on the road behind him, pleas mirroring his own silent ones reaching his ears. Tarmac flew by under his feet, a dark path leading him to the beast. Yet he didnât seem to be getting any closer. Time had slowed to a painful crawl, and for no other reason than to prolong their suffering.
Suddenly his senses awoke. A cruel spitting sound sought him out. Smoke tickled his nostrils. The glow reflected in the clouds forced his hands up to shield his eyes. He didnât want to see. He didnât want to know. Yet he had to. The family needed him. He prayed that flames were licking their way
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