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Thirst quenched for the moment, Darlene resumed her quest for tonight's bed partner. Darlene's rent check went south, along with about twenty-five or thirty personal checks and ATM transactions; each bad check racked up a thirty-five dollar bank charge and twenty-five to thirty dollars in returned check merchant fees; her account soon was bleeding red ink by several thousand dollars.

Our bartender presented her with another complimentary White Russian as his sacrifice to the Gods of Wishful Thinking. "One is for you and the other two are honor guards for the dead soldiers." He pointed to the two empty glasses. After a few months together, the real estate development company in which Darlene had invested fifteen years of her life went belly-up, and then her last two paychecks bounced.

"I love this drink." She inhaled the beverage, chugging it down in one long gulp. How can anyone love a drink without taking the time to appreciate the subtle by-play of flavors? " she smiled before dispatching the last White Russian. The rubber checks set up a cascading overdraft chain reaction.

She looked at me, turned slightly and studied the calendar hanging on the refrigerator door, and looked back into my eyes. " What kinda random question was this and where was it going? "Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on a road." Darlene moved to the living room sofa and I followed. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and everyone had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. "Fifteen miles, give or take." She leaned into me as she sat next to me. We were friends back in college." "What kind of friends? Do you want to give them a try, at least for a few weeks? Living as amateur survivalists, her friends occupied an off-the-grid cabin located somewhere in the Rocky Mountains about two hundred and fifty miles west of Denver.

"That was our last best lead, we're screwed." She slumped in her chair. Darlene's posture suddenly changed as she sat upright in her chair; the corner of her mouth turned upwards, and a smile lit up her eyes. " She slapped the palm of her hand on the table and let out a laugh. Darlene's exotic view of life trended toward the spiritual rather than the religious. " If they had been living off the grid for fifteen years, this group had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded.

We sat across from each other at the kitchen table as, like an unwanted house guest, a shroud of gloom settled over the room. Anyway, they are heavy duty into the survivalist movement. Living off the grid far from civilization was an attractive alternative to living in a cardboard box behind a Safeway Supermarket.

They might let us stay with them." Any group holding its own for fifteen years might be an answer to our current housing crisis, depending on the depth of the batshit. "Okay, you've got my attention," I gave her a kiss, "Tell me everything you know. Besides, I liked the high country and I had made several hiking trips into the mountains while stationed at Lowry Air Force Base prior to shipping out for an all-expense-paid tour of Vietnam. Let's see if your friends will let us stay with them." I watched and listened as she dictated a text message requesting sanctuary for us, and shared her joy when she received an affirmative response a few minutes later.

Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Her soft and innocent musical voice accented her thoughts with honey and desire. Darlene was more than she seemed and she used a different song for every mood and season.

When angry, sarcastic sandpaper replaced honey as her words scoured lies and deceit away from facts until only the naked truth remained.

She took a small sip and savored it like a gourmet. " She tilted her head back and wolfed it down in one long gulp. Darlene was in a class by herself, and that was a problem. As Darlene studied me, her dark look of frustration gradually brightened, and her emerald eyes sparkled as her grim expression transformed into the predatory smile of a fox. I answered by placing my hand on her knee and mirrored her journey of exploration. Neither of us cared to invest the necessary time to search for the perfect partner, so we settled for close enough for right now.

She sparkled like a diamond in a coal bin and scared the shit out of the men she approached. After we moved in together, I would joke that I was “robbing the cradle” when I took her to bed.

Word Count: 68,500 SECRETS OF LIBERTY MOUNTAIN Copyright 2018 by Nathan Wolf All rights reserved. Please vote and comment on the story when you are finished reading it. AUTHOR' S DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction intended for mature readers.

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