Tumbleweeds. Prairie dogs. What a shitty trip. He was sure his breath stunk, his swollen feet ached. Would his mother even be at the bus station. Or would he have to walk the mile or more to her apartment. He didn't really want to see her.
"I'm Alice," the woman tried again.
"Kurt," he said self-consciously, a hand across his mouth.
She smiled. "Yer kinda young to be traveling alone, aren't you?"arrival
“Are you going to come willingly, or am I going to have to throw you in?” Jean asked.
“Perhaps he lost all his courage when he failed to please his wife on her wedding night,” Luc said. “It’s just a little country bull-leaping, Monsieur.”
Jean snorted. “Maybe we should show him how it’s done?”
“Marcus?” Luc nodded to him and Marcus jumped off the fence where he had been sitting. Ethan could hear hoof-beats now, and then the bull was in full sight, a darker shadow against the grass – except for its horns, like crescent moons fallen from the night sky.bride price
This was high-end accommodation. He had had no idea. He had paid a lot of money but that was to be expected, given that the company had bought exclusive rights to the mountain. He had been confused by all the information. He'd thought you had to stay two nights - the night before the climb, and the night mid-climb.
“And the other guest has arrived, sir?”
“Your fellow guest, sir? Your companion?”
“What do you mean? It's only me.”mountain lodges