Experiment in Terror 06 Into the Hollow (14 page)

I decided to only take the jeans I was wearing, warm tights, pajamas, a few layer tops, two hoodies, my coat and a waterproof jacket. A bunch of thick socks, gloves, scarves and a knit hunting cap topped it off. I contemplated bringing my Kindle but knew there wouldn’t be a place to charge it, and when I thought about it, whenever Dex and I were together, no matter what we were doing, there was rarely any downtime between us. If we weren’t being harassed and terrorized, we were pretty good at entertaining each other.

And a warming part of me thought we could entertain each other a lot better now.

Anyway, aside from me feeling uneasy about camping in the cold, I was also unsure of our traveling companions: The llamas. I loved pretty much all animals but I had a bad experience with a camel when I was younger and llamas seemed to be nothing more than shorter, ornery cousins with a greater capacity for spitting.

Thankfully for Dex and I, we weren’t heading out alone, at least not to the hunting cabin. Rigby and Christina were going to come with us on horseback, accompanied by another guide, Mitch, whom Christina had declared a weirdo earlier on.

While we waited for Mitch to show up, we got the llamas packed up. They were much bigger than I had thought and actually a lot cuter too. My llama was the size of a hefty pony and had brown and white patches. His name was Tonto and he seemed to be a real sweetie, with a mouth that was held in a permanent smile and eyes that were framed by heavy lashes.

Dex, on the other hand, got a real bastard of a llama.

His name was Apricot, even though he was purely white in color, and within minutes Dex has christened him “Twatwaffle.” Seemed appropriate for an animal that was constantly trying to spit on him and butt heads.

“Tell me, why did I get the Twatwaffle here?” Dex asked as we pulled our llamas out of the pen and onto the logging road, his being stubborn and yanking the lead back.

Rigby looked hurt at the name-calling. “
Apricot
is a good guy. He’s been raised by hand since birth so he just thinks humans are llamas. Take it as a compliment.”

Dex and Twatwaffle gave each other the eye.

“Here Rigby,” Christina said, giving her father the reins to a brown horse named Bandy. She quickly mounted her giant coal-colored horse, Taffy, a draft horse mix judging by the faint feathering by its hocks. I felt really small and a bit silly standing by the horses with a curious llama at my side, loaded up with packs like a mule. 

The sound of crunching tires and a roaring engine filled the trees around us and Rigby announced, “Ah, and here is Mitch. Late as always.”

A rugged-looking jeep with hefty wheels came climbing around the corner and came to an abrupt stop beside the Highlander. I watched the scene curiously, wondering about the “weirdo” and I soon saw why Christina called him that.

Mitch was a 6’2” behemoth of a man, and because he was dressed head to toe in camo gear, he had this look of just escaping from a military compound. It didn’t help that he was wild-eyed, with an ugly scar down the side of his face and that his head was shaved down to a sharp crew cut with an extreme widow’s peak. The more I looked at him as he came closer and his eyes fixed on my body like a falcon, the more I thought he wasn’t a “weirdo” and just a “scary ass motherfucker.”

“Where’s mine?” he commanded to Christina, not paying the rest of us any attention.

“She’s tied up,” she said, nodding to the gate where the third llama was waiting, packed and ready. Christina’s voice grew noticeably smaller when she talked to Mitch and I couldn’t blame her. I felt myself shrinking as he hulked past, his startling blue eyes flitting to mine now and again. He gave me a ghost of a smile. I didn’t know whether to take that as a friendly thing or to be creeped out.

Even Dex was watching him curiously, brow furrowed in thought.

“At least I didn’t get Jackass over there,” Mitch said, nodding at Twatwaffle and Dex while untying his llama and leading it over to us.

“Jackass is a good name too,” Dex conceded.

Rigby cleared his throat. “Perry and Dex, this is Mitch. He leads the hunting tours out here. He’ll be accompanying you on your expeditions.”

My eyes widened and flew to Dex. His expression was blank but I knew this was also news to him to.

Rigby caught our exchange. “Obviously I’m not going to let you take my precious llamas out into the wilderness by yourselves. You’ll need someone who knows the land. Mitch knows these mountains like the back of his hand.”

“Damn right,” Mitch agreed, giving us both a stony glance. “You’re in good hands with me. Either of you know how to shoot?”

I swallowed hard, feeling Dex’s eyes on me. “I do. But just a handgun.”

“Just a handgun?” Mitch repeated. “I’ll teach you more than that. It’s a great time to bag some bears. The more hunters, the merrier.”

“We’re really only interested in bagging Sasquatch,” Dex spoke up.

Mitch laughed. I never thought a laugh could be frightening. “Oh right. Fucking Bigfoot.”

“He’s a skeptic,” Rigby explained. “Now come on, we oughta head out before it gets too dark. That’s when the beasts show up and we don’t want to be unprepared.”

Rigby led the way with Mitch behind him, snorting his disbelief. I let out a deep breath, feeling strangely on edge about the next couple of days, and followed behind them. Dex struggled with Twatwaffle/Jackass/Apricot behind me while Christina brought up the rear, taking it extra slow with her horse so she wasn’t riding up the llama’s asses.

The walk to the cabin was long but peaceful. We started out along the road for a bit, heading down the mountain and then cutting across a high ridge. The path was fairly wide but the sharp drop to the one side made my insides curdle. The view was gorgeous, a fairy-tale image of splintered peaks and waves of undulating trees but my stomach wouldn’t let me enjoy it. Tonto was a big help though and when I was walking too slow, she’d take the outer side of me, shielding me from the drop.

It wasn’t as cold as I first thought, but after about 45 minutes of walking, I couldn’t feel my fingers through the gloves and kept dropping Tonto’s lead. Then a light snow began to fall, covering the crunchy snow in a dusting of powder. Occasionally there would be a thump of falling snow from the heavy fir trees, or a bird might have flown out from a nearby bush, but other than that it was totally silent. Our talking was down to minimum since it was hard to converse when we were traveling single file, and the llamas barely made any sound as they glided through the white.

As nice – but cold – as the journey was, the cabin was a sight for sore, snow-blinded eyes. Though it was smaller than Rigby and Christina’s cabin, I thought it was better. It was just so classic, a one-level with snow-covered flowerboxes beneath the windows and shiny icicles hanging from the roof above the porch. It immediately reminded me of the cabin my family and I used to stay in when I was a little girl. The memory of cross-country skiing with my mother and coming home to my father stoking a roaring fire made my heart split open.

“You all right, kiddo?” Dex asked softly, placing his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

I sucked in a breath at the memory and flashed him a quick smile. “I’m fine. Just…reminds me of something.”

He nodded, eyes kind and knowing.

“So this is your new home base,” Rigby said. He and Christina were tying their horses to the nearby hitching post.

“It’s lovely,” I told him honestly.

Christina came over and took the llamas from us. “There’s no TV though. Kinda sucks if you ask me.”

“I’ve got porn on my phone, I’m fine,” Dex answered.

I elbowed him while Christina giggled at his remark.

“No reception,” Mitch countered with his hard face trying to suss Dex out. He didn’t realize Dex was joking. Then again, I wasn’t sure either.

I gave Dex a sharp look making sure he didn’t say anything else controversial. It was fine when he was acting like this around me, I was used to it, but Mitch looked like he’d pound his head in over nothing.

“Where do the llamas stay?” I asked, trying to change the subject. Christina and Rigby were quickly removing the packs from the animals.

“I’ve got a little paddock set up for them around the bend. Actually I could let them roam free, they’re so well trained they’d never leave,” Rigby boasted, looking proud of himself. “That’s why they’re called the dolphins of the land.”

“More like assholes of the land,” Dex muttered, showing me his sleeve which was covered in gobs of llama spit.

I grimaced which melted into a laugh. “I thought you were the asshole of the land?”

He didn’t find it as amusing.

Christina handed us our stuff and took the llamas down the path a few feet and around the corner of the cabin. I noticed Mitch was removing a formidable looking shotgun from his belongings, looking it over like it could have gotten damaged during the journey.

His eyes caught mine for a second and they narrowed faintly. I looked away quickly and picked up my pack, heading into the cabin.

It was just as cold inside as it was outside but Rigby was quick to get the fireplace going. He also threw some kindling in the wood stove that was located in the teeny tiny kitchen. The cabin was sparsely furnished and bit cramped but I guess that added to its charm. The living room was small, consisting of a leather couch and a rocking chair, the walls covered with landscape paintings and stuffed animal heads. There was a small hand-carved table in the corner with two ancient looking chairs and the floor was hardwood, covered in several animal hide rugs that spread from the couch to the fireplace. I had a wicked image of having sex on one of those rugs, the fireplace warming my ass. It was no surprise that I was picturing being on top of Dex.

I felt ashamed at the thought and turned my head away from him, making sure to keep my eyes on the rest of the room. This was one of the many times I really hoped he couldn’t hear my thoughts.

Unfortunately, all that remained were the bedrooms. There were two small ones, one with two twin beds and the other with a full. Old-fashioned wash basins sat in one corner and a Swiss-style wardrobe sat in the other. And when Rigby told us he and Christina would be taking the room with the double beds and Mitch was taking the couch, Dex shot me a cheeky grin.

Yeah. This trip was making my heart race in more ways than one.

“We’ll just be staying the night,” Rigby explained. “We’ll be off in the morning. After that you’re welcome to use the double beds and Mitch can take the other room.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem,” Dex replied quickly.

“You sure?” Mitch questioned, those steely eyes focused on me. He looked like he was waiting for me to make a fuss.

“No, it’s cool,” I said firmly. I tugged off my jacket. “I should get unpacked.”

I went into the room with Dex trailing behind me.

“Make sure you hang your wet things in front of the fire after,” Rigby called out.

I smiled and quickly shut the door. The room had a single window that was letting in the late afternoon light. Soon it would be totally dark and there was no electricity.

Dex walked past me to the bedside table where a kerosene lamp sat. He picked it up and started playing with it. “Looks like this will be it for tonight.”

I put my pack down on the bed, pressing my hands down on the cold duvet.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” he asked, putting the lamp back down and coming up to me.

“Weird,” I admitted.

“I promise I won’t snore anymore,” he said.

I tilted my head and looked at him dryly. “I don’t feel weird about sleeping with you. I survived last night.”

His eyes flinched for a second as if he were reliving the bad part of the night. He recovered fast though.

“You might not survive tonight,” he teased.

Again, that image of me riding him in front of the fireplace entered my mind.  I quickly buried it away, deep inside, and ignored the flushed feeling between my legs.

“I feel weird about…the whole set-up,” I told him.

He chewed on his lip and eyed the closed door. He lowered his voice. “I do too. Not like in a dangerous way or anything but, fuck, who invited a member of the Westboro Baptist Church on our camping trip?”

Especially when I don’t like the way he looks at me
, I thought briefly.

He continued, “Not to mention that I’m beginning to think this whole Sasquatch thing is a hoax.”

I was surprised to hear him say that. “Really?”

He stepped closer to me. I could feel the chill of his coat.

“We’ve got to get Rigby to explain what he’s seen. He’s not been very forthcoming so far and I’m starting to think that Christina really was attacked by a mountain lion.”

“Of course she was,” I whispered. “Her description makes total sense. How the hell did she get Sasquatch out of that? And did you notice how she craves the attention about the whole thing? She was speaking loudly in the diner, wanting everyone to hear.”

“Oh, right. I thought that was just a woman thing.”

I punched him lightly in the arm, careful to avoid the goopy llama spit.

“No, dumbass. I feel like she made it all up for attention.”

“Which means we’re really going to be spending the next few days camping, helping Colonel Kurtz hunt down bears.”

I shrugged. “Looks like.”

He let out a long breath of air then shook his head and rolled back his shoulders. “Well, we’re here, we might as well make the most of it. I’m getting Rigby to talk on camera, tonight. Christina too. If they’re both bullshitting, well at least we can air their bullshit.”

He started for the door but I held him back.

“You mean, I’m getting them to talk on camera. I’m the camera person here, remember? You’re the host.”

“Ah, fuck.”

I smiled gleefully. “Don’t worry, you’re looking very pretty right now. Perhaps take off the llama goo though.”

“You sure? I heard llama goo was an aphrodisiac.” He winked at me and headed into the living room.

Like I need an aphrodisiac,
I thought and followed him into the cabin.