Wild Rain
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Rachael clung to Rio as he jogged through the forest. The dark never seemed to bother him. He moved at a sure, steady pace. She heard deer bark the alert signal of predators in the area as they passed, causing Rio to swear under his breath. Two very tiny deer burst out of the bushes ahead of them and raced into the undergrowth.
The roar of the river grew. The continuous croaking of frogs added to the din. Rachael’s stomach lurched crazily. “Rio, we have to stop, just for a minute. I’m going to be sick if we keep going.”
“We can’t,sestrilla, we have to reach the river. He can’t track our scent in water.” Rio continued moving over the thick, wet vegetation on the forest floor. It was dark and damp with small pools of water here and there. These and forest wallows didn’t slow him down. He avoided the unnatural pile of leaves and twigs signaling the nest of the resident bearded pig. Ticks carrying anything from tick fever to scrub typhus were often abundant in the nests and Rio took care to stay away from them.
Rachael concentrated on the forest rather than her discomfort. Twice she caught glimpses of large deer with thick horns, the samba deer, largest in the forest. It was dizzying to be rushed through the forest at night. There was an eerie feel to the way the canopy swayed above them, continually changing the patterns of light through the trees. Plants and fungi covered tree trunks so that plants appeared to piggyback on top of one another, creating a lush environment. Every now and then Rio gave a soft, grunting cough, alerting the animals to his presence in the hopes the nightjars wouldn’t raise an alar m as they darted overhead catching insects on the wing.
The roar became louder. Rachael realized they’d been traveling at an angle upriver to meet the flooded banks. She put her mouth to Rio’s ear. “You’re not taking me to your elders, are you?”
He heard the little catch in her voice. “I want the sniper to think I am.”
Rachael didn’t answer, comforted that he wasn’t abandoning her. They were slogging through the swamps, climbing carefully over the myriad of tree roots extending out from the base of the trunk creating little mini cages. Water lapped at Rio’s knees. The look of the forest changed as they neared the river ‘s edge. More light was able to penetrate the canopy, and many of the trees were smaller with crooked trunks and branches that draped low to hang over the water.
“Aren’t there alligators and other reptilian things here?” Rachael asked. The roar of the river was deaf ening. The moist heat curled her hair even more, creating a mass of springy whorls and spirals. She had avoided the mangroves and swamps as much as possible along with all the other members of the group bringing medical aid. The edges of the river could be as dangerous as they were beautiful.
Rio waded out in the fast-moving water. “We’re going to swim, Rachael. Hopefully Tama’s potion will protect your leg from any further infection. I’m going to tie you to me, in case you get swept away by the current.”
“Are you crazy? We can’t swim in this.” She was horrified. In the dark, the river appeared swifter and more frightening than it had during the day. Or maybe without bandits rushing out of the forest it seemed more dangerous.
“We have no choice if we’re going to get you to safety, Rachael. As long as he knows where you are, we’re handicapped. He’s mobile and we aren’t. I swear, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She stared into his face. Into his eyes. Studied his firm jaw, the tiny lines etched into his rough features. Rachael lifted her hand and traced one small scar down low near his chin. “Lucky for you, I’m a heck of a swimmer.” She smiled at him, trusting him when she hadn’t trusted anyone for as long as she could remember. “My name is Rachael Lospostos, Rio. It isn’t really Smith.”
“Somehow I knew that already.” He kissed her upturned mouth gently. “Thank you. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“It’s the least I could do when I got you into this mess.” Her dark eyes glinted with amusement. “You can kiss me again though. If I drown, I want to take the taste of your perfectly lovely mouth with me.”
“You know you’re distracting me. If we get eaten by an alligator, it’s your fault.”
“I heard they don’t like fast-moving water,” she said and fastened her mouth to his. They merged instantly the way they always did, sinking into one another and spinning away from the world.
Rio struggled to remember where they were and the danger they were in. She had a way of sweeping away sane thoughts and replacing them instantly with urgent hunger and need. Very carefully he lowered her feet into the rushing water, reluctantly lifting his head as he did so. It was the only way to breathe and keep his sanity and wits.
“I’ve got you, Rachael.” His arm around her waist steadied her as he looped a rope around her and secured it around his own waist. “I’m not about to lose you. We’re going to wade out where the water is moving faster, lift our feet and travel downstream with the current. We don’t want anything to let him know what direction we’re going. A leaf, the bottom of the river near the banks disturbed, anything at all can be a clue. We’ll travel downriver for some time.”
“Let’s do it then.” She didn’t want to lose her nerve. She grinned at him. “At least I know you’re not attracted to me because I look great.” She swept a hand through her hair and took the first step. Her injured leg, even with the support of the water, didn’t want to take her weight so she stretched out full length and began to swim.
The roar of the river grew. The continuous croaking of frogs added to the din. Rachael’s stomach lurched crazily. “Rio, we have to stop, just for a minute. I’m going to be sick if we keep going.”
“We can’t,sestrilla, we have to reach the river. He can’t track our scent in water.” Rio continued moving over the thick, wet vegetation on the forest floor. It was dark and damp with small pools of water here and there. These and forest wallows didn’t slow him down. He avoided the unnatural pile of leaves and twigs signaling the nest of the resident bearded pig. Ticks carrying anything from tick fever to scrub typhus were often abundant in the nests and Rio took care to stay away from them.
Rachael concentrated on the forest rather than her discomfort. Twice she caught glimpses of large deer with thick horns, the samba deer, largest in the forest. It was dizzying to be rushed through the forest at night. There was an eerie feel to the way the canopy swayed above them, continually changing the patterns of light through the trees. Plants and fungi covered tree trunks so that plants appeared to piggyback on top of one another, creating a lush environment. Every now and then Rio gave a soft, grunting cough, alerting the animals to his presence in the hopes the nightjars wouldn’t raise an alar m as they darted overhead catching insects on the wing.
The roar became louder. Rachael realized they’d been traveling at an angle upriver to meet the flooded banks. She put her mouth to Rio’s ear. “You’re not taking me to your elders, are you?”
He heard the little catch in her voice. “I want the sniper to think I am.”
Rachael didn’t answer, comforted that he wasn’t abandoning her. They were slogging through the swamps, climbing carefully over the myriad of tree roots extending out from the base of the trunk creating little mini cages. Water lapped at Rio’s knees. The look of the forest changed as they neared the river ‘s edge. More light was able to penetrate the canopy, and many of the trees were smaller with crooked trunks and branches that draped low to hang over the water.
“Aren’t there alligators and other reptilian things here?” Rachael asked. The roar of the river was deaf ening. The moist heat curled her hair even more, creating a mass of springy whorls and spirals. She had avoided the mangroves and swamps as much as possible along with all the other members of the group bringing medical aid. The edges of the river could be as dangerous as they were beautiful.
Rio waded out in the fast-moving water. “We’re going to swim, Rachael. Hopefully Tama’s potion will protect your leg from any further infection. I’m going to tie you to me, in case you get swept away by the current.”
“Are you crazy? We can’t swim in this.” She was horrified. In the dark, the river appeared swifter and more frightening than it had during the day. Or maybe without bandits rushing out of the forest it seemed more dangerous.
“We have no choice if we’re going to get you to safety, Rachael. As long as he knows where you are, we’re handicapped. He’s mobile and we aren’t. I swear, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She stared into his face. Into his eyes. Studied his firm jaw, the tiny lines etched into his rough features. Rachael lifted her hand and traced one small scar down low near his chin. “Lucky for you, I’m a heck of a swimmer.” She smiled at him, trusting him when she hadn’t trusted anyone for as long as she could remember. “My name is Rachael Lospostos, Rio. It isn’t really Smith.”
“Somehow I knew that already.” He kissed her upturned mouth gently. “Thank you. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“It’s the least I could do when I got you into this mess.” Her dark eyes glinted with amusement. “You can kiss me again though. If I drown, I want to take the taste of your perfectly lovely mouth with me.”
“You know you’re distracting me. If we get eaten by an alligator, it’s your fault.”
“I heard they don’t like fast-moving water,” she said and fastened her mouth to his. They merged instantly the way they always did, sinking into one another and spinning away from the world.
Rio struggled to remember where they were and the danger they were in. She had a way of sweeping away sane thoughts and replacing them instantly with urgent hunger and need. Very carefully he lowered her feet into the rushing water, reluctantly lifting his head as he did so. It was the only way to breathe and keep his sanity and wits.
“I’ve got you, Rachael.” His arm around her waist steadied her as he looped a rope around her and secured it around his own waist. “I’m not about to lose you. We’re going to wade out where the water is moving faster, lift our feet and travel downstream with the current. We don’t want anything to let him know what direction we’re going. A leaf, the bottom of the river near the banks disturbed, anything at all can be a clue. We’ll travel downriver for some time.”
“Let’s do it then.” She didn’t want to lose her nerve. She grinned at him. “At least I know you’re not attracted to me because I look great.” She swept a hand through her hair and took the first step. Her injured leg, even with the support of the water, didn’t want to take her weight so she stretched out full length and began to swim.
