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Authors: Cynthia Baxter

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Alaska Adventure

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ALASKA ADVENTURE

 

Cynthia Baxter

 

Prologue

 

The winter snows were finally melting. Once again, fields of grass and colorful wildflowers were free to grow. The trees in the endless spruce forests sprouted another year’s growth of tender needles, light green speckled with sunlight. A thick cover of vines crept across the forest floor. This was how the world had once been: untouched, untamed, perfect.

A large bear trundled across the forest, his heavy paws leaving deep prints in the soft ground. He was headed for the stream, knowing he’d find salmon in the clear, cold water.

The air was still. The silence that hung over the earth was broken only by the chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves, the occasional snap of a twig as a squirrel skittered across the forest floor.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sounds of engines. The bear looked up. The sight of a plane in the sky set off an automatic reaction of fear. He began to run, tearing through the forest, his large, clumsy form moving with surprising ease.

Yet he couldn’t get away from the relentless whirring of the engines. The plane zeroed in on him. Closer and closer it came. Still the bear ran, terrified by the noise, terrified by the hulking form looming above. Rather than running to safety, to the sanctuary of a cave, he ran out into an open field.

From out of nowhere, a second plane appeared. The bear ran even faster, letting out a bellow that cut through the silence of the forest.

And then the loud noise of a gunshot rang through his ears. Pain ripped through his side.

Then, a second shot. The bear fell to the ground.

The last thing he saw before closing his eyes forever was a silver plane hovering overhead. And just inside the window, a flash of bright red as the gunman withdrew his arm, a satisfied smile on his face.

 

Chapter One

 

“Of course the Andersons’ champagne brunch was the
loveliest
event of the season.... Lydia, do have some more stuffed mushrooms. They’re Carter’s absolute favorite, so I made sure the caterer included them in today’s menu....”

Laurel Adams leaned out her bedroom window, her face twisting into a disapproving grimace as her mother’s voice drifted up to the second floor. An elegant garden party, a birthday celebration in her father’s honor, was underway on the back lawn of her parents’ stately home. And from what she could see, her mother, Catherine, had gone all out, doing her best to outshine every other hostess in the well-to-do suburbs that surrounded Washington, D.C.

From where Laurel stood, the party looked annoyingly opulent. Strings of twinkling white lights had been draped over the patio, their effect all but wasted given the fact that the late-afternoon sun was still shining brightly in the clear blue sky. The members of a five-piece chamber music group huddled in one corner of the expansive yard, struggling to make the delicate strains of their music heard over the clinking of glasses and the din of voices.

Along the edge of the patio, long narrow tables covered in crisp white linen had been set up. On them were huge platters of food, elaborate concoctions of the richest ingredients imaginable. Waiters in uniforms kept their heads bowed as they moved through the crowd, offering appetizers carefully arranged on silver trays.

With a loud bang, Laurel slammed the window shut. Flopping down on her bed, she picked up the book she’d been trying to read all afternoon, Charles Darwin’s
On the Origin of Species.
But as she opened it to the page where she’d left off, she knew she’d have trouble concentrating. True, the famous book describing the great scientist’s theory of evolution was something she’d wanted to dig into for the longest time. All through her freshman year at Mountainville University, her favorite professor had raved about it. Dr. Ames had insisted that her favorite pupil spend at least part of her spring break reading it, telling Laurel that after she did, she would never see the world in quite the same way again.

Even with the window shut, Laurel couldn’t close out the sounds of the garden party down below. Yet she forced herself to focus on the page in front of her. Before long she got lost in her book.

A knock at the bedroom door a few minutes later startled her.

“Come in,” she called. Guiltily she hid her book under the pink ruffled throw pillow that decorated her bed.

“There
you are, Laurel.” Catherine Adams stood in the doorway, her face tense. “Everyone’s been asking for you. And here you are, hiding in your bedroom.”

The disapproval in her mother’s voice was hard to miss. Still, she saw no point in starting an argument. Laurel forced herself to smile.

“I’ll be down in ten minutes.” She slid off the bed, combing her hair with her fingers.

Catherine Adams studied her daughter for only a moment. “Make it five. And please, just this once, wear something appropriate.”

It
is
Dad’s birthday, Laurel reminded herself, gritting her teeth as she reached into the closet and pulled out a simple black dress, its price tag still dangling from the sleeve. She slipped on a pair of pumps she found stashed way in back, put on some lip gloss, and pulled back her long blond hair, fastening it with a silver clip.

It wasn’t that she begrudged her parents and their friends their celebration. It was only that she wanted absolutely no part of it. As far as she was concerned, the very idea of wasting a perfectly good Sunday afternoon standing around on the velvety grass of the backyard, sipping punch and gobbling down cholesterol-filled foods with pretentious French names, was enough to make her shudder. Even worse than idling away most of a day, however, was the company.

Ever since she’d been a little girl, Laurel had felt out of place among her parents’ friends. Even their children, her classmates at the finest private schools, sometimes seemed like creatures from another planet. While they could easily get excited about some silly dance or dinner party, Laurel’s concept of the perfect Saturday night was camping out. Instead of strolling through the local mall, she preferred long hikes in the woods, stopping every few feet to examine an unusual plant or observe a rare species of bird. Her schoolmates’ ceaseless chatter about who was going out with whom and who was switching from this prep school to that boarding school bored her to tears.

All through high school Laurel had resisted their attempts at luring her to social events—just as she’d rejected the advances of the handsome young men with perfect smiles and easy laughs who were so eager to take her out, finding them shallow and uninteresting. Because she was pretty, with her long golden blond hair, intense green eyes, and willowy frame, they never gave up trying. But because she was who she was, she never stopped trying to find ways to avoid them.

She’d also done her best to avoid her parents’ parties. Checking her reflection in the mirror hanging above her dresser, Laurel frowned. She could remember dozens of parties just like this one. Even when she was little, she’d put in a brief appearance, then sneak away, trying her best not to get her fancy clothes dirty as she collected interesting rocks or chased after frogs and butterflies.

Now that she’d started at Mountainville, she’d hoped to be freed of such tedious social obligations. But spring break meant spending a full week with her parents. And while being back at home was supposed to be restful, she and her mother had picked up their ongoing conflict right where they’d left off over winter vacation. The problem was that Catherine Adams expected her daughter to spend her nine-day vacation from college shopping and visiting the girls she’d gone to high school with. Laurel, meanwhile, was determined to use all that luxurious time to organize data for her biology research project.

Being chosen to be part of a research team was an honor rarely bestowed on a member of the freshman class. Tugging on the neckline of her dress, pulling it up as high as she could, Laurel couldn’t resist smiling. She’d been a star in both biology and geology during her first semester, impressing both of her science professors with her knowledge, her skill, and her dedication. Being the only freshman chosen to be part of Dr. Ames’s study had been quite a feather in her cap.

Of course, her parents were baffled about why a “young lady” like Laurel would waste her precious college years hiding out in a lab. They simply couldn’t understand how important science—and becoming a scientist—was to her.

Glancing around, Laurel realized her bedroom was symbolic of the ongoing conflict between her parents and her, the perfect illustration of what
she
wanted compared to what
they
wanted. The walls were painted a delicate shade of pink that Laurel had always hated. Since she was nine years old, she’d done her best to cover them up, tacking up posters of wildlife everywhere: regal tigers poised to attack, turtles with oddly thoughtful expressions, monkeys engaged in antics that made them look amazingly human. On the white French-provincial dresser with ornate gold trim— definitely her mother’s taste—was her collection of fossil sharks’ teeth and whale bones.

Through her open closet door, she could see that even the clothes hanging there reflected the struggle she and her parents were engaged in. On one side hung the clothes her mother had chosen for her, designer outfits that ranged from frilly to sophisticated, all of them practically brand-new. On the other side were the oversize flannel shirts she favored, invariably wearing them over tattered jeans and a T-shirt. On the floor, a pair of high heels she hadn’t worn once teetered next to a pair of dilapidated hiking boots.

Laurel sighed. She was constantly frustrated by her mother’s attempts to make her over into someone she wasn’t. Just thinking about what her reaction was bound to be once Laurel got up the nerve to mention her plans for the coming summer caused a knot to form in her stomach.

She’d first found out about Dr. Wells’s summer research project in Alaska completely by accident.

“I have to stop at the Student Center,” her best friend, Cassie Davis, had said casually after lunch one Friday a few weeks earlier. “I know it’s only March, but it’s time to start thinking about a summer job. Walk me over, Laurel. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

While Cassie ducked into the office to fill out some forms, Laurel waited in the hallway. She happened to be standing in front of the Summer Jobs bulletin board. Having nothing else to do, she ran her eyes over the index cards and slips of paper stuck up with colored pushpins. And then one of the small signs caught her eye. Her heart began to pound wildly as she read it over and over.

 

SUMMER RESEARCH PROJECT

 

ECOLOGIST

SEEKS FIVE STUDENTS

 

to spend six weeks in Alaska studying plants and animals

 

Underneath, in smaller letters, was printed “Low pay ... but adventure guaranteed!

 

Contact Dr. Ethan Wells, Department of Biology, Life Sciences Building, Room 8.”

 

Laurel was still staring at the card when Cassie dashed out of the Job Placement Office. “Sorry I took so long,” she said breathlessly. “First they weren’t sure which form I was supposed to fill out, then they couldn’t find it—”

“Cassie, look at this.” Impatiently Laurel pushed her straight blond bangs out of her eyes.

“What is it?” Cassie blinked, frowning as she leaned forward and peered at the bulletin board. “I didn’t know you were looking for a summer job.”

“I wasn’t. Until now. I mean, I figured that when I went home to Alexandria at the end of May, I’d get the same old job I’ve had for the last two summers, working at that awful china shop my mother’s friend owns. But this is such an incredible opportunity!”

Cassie focused on the card Laurel had pointed at. “ ‘Ecologist seeks five students’—
Alaska?
You’re kidding, right?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Already Laurel was scribbling the room number of Dr. Wells’s office on the front cover of her spiral notebook.

As the two girls hurried to their two o’clock English Lit class, Laurel found it difficult to concentrate on Cassie’s chatter. She was too busy imagining what Alaska must be like. She pictured glassy lakes surrounded by lush forests, magnificent mountain ranges with craggy peaks jutting up against the horizon, spectacular glaciers with ice blue surfaces that glowed. Going someplace so dramatic, so unspoiled, had always been a dream of hers. Going there as part of a scientific research team was almost too wonderful to imagine.

Yet that very opportunity was suddenly within her reach. If only she played her cards right....

Laurel took one final peek in the mirror. After concluding that even her mother wouldn’t be able to find anything to disapprove of, she headed downstairs.

“Laurel! We’ve all been wondering where on earth you’d disappeared to,” cooed one of her parents’ longtime friends, grabbing her hand the moment she stepped onto the back lawn. She was the mother of a girl with whom Laurel had graduated from high school. “Abigail’s been asking about you. You must stop by to see her engagement ring. It’s simply beautiful. Did she tell you that her fiancé is starting medical school in the fall?”

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