Footprints in the Snow Page 2
“Come sit by me,” said Cooper, patting the couch cushion beside him. Sage didn’t move.
Cooper sighed and bit his lower lip. “Okay, you were right. I shouldn’t have gone. I just thought I could earn us some money for the bed and breakfast. I don’t want you to have to work graveyard at the hotel for the rest of your life. You deserve better.”
Sage moved from the fire to the window. The snow was coming down harder now. The lights blinked and Sage gave a worried glance at the lamp. Cooper walked up behind her.
“Don’t worry, baby, this storm will blow over soon enough,” he whispered gently. “Just another Wyoming winter. Nothing to worry about.”
Sage turned away and rushed to the china cabinet, gathering candles from a top drawer.
Cooper chuckled. “I know. I know. If you light all the candles now the lights won’t go out. If you wait and don’t light them, the lights will go off and you’ll be scrambling around in the dark.” He smirked. “Of course, you know how I like to scramble in the dark.”
Sage set the candles around the small den and began lighting them.
“Come on, Sage!” Cooper groaned. “How long are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment? I’ve been through hell. I don’t even know if anyone else made it off the boat. The only thing I could think about was getting to you. Speak to me! Tell me you love me! Let me hold you, damn it.”
Sage looked up as headlights fell through the window.
“Who in the world is that?” asked Cooper.
Sage hurried to the back door, opening it in time to let the Deputy in out of the snow. He stomped his boots off before stepping out of the mud room.
“Deputy Park,” said Cooper. “I bet you’re here to ask me about the accident. Sage, get the man some coffee.”
“Please sit down, Richard,” said Sage gesturing to the small kitchen table. She hurried to get the coffee pot that sat warming on the stove. “I’m sure you’re chilled to the bone. I hate nights like this.”
Richard sat, holding his hat in his hands.
Cooper leaned on the door frame. “I really don’t remember much. You should’ve called. I would’ve saved you the trip. All I know is the alarm went off and I grabbed my survival suit. This kid by the name of Gavin Hart was my bunk mate, couldn’t have been more than eighteen. He did the same. Then he started freaking out ‘cause his suit had a hole in the foot. So I traded with him. Next thing I know, we’re both swimming in the Bering Sea.”
Sage handed Richard a large cup of steaming coffee. “Well?” she asked.
Richard placed his untouched coffee on the table, grabbed Sage’s hand and shook his head. “It’s not good, Sage. You better sit down.”
Sage sank to a chair.
Richard rubbed his thumb over the back of Sage's hand and cleared his throat. “They found one life boat. Captain Mullis and some kid named Gavin Hart were the only ones in there.”
“Oh good!” Cooper gave a sigh of relief. “Glad the kid made it out.”
Sage took in a deep breath. “What about…?” A loud sob finished her sentence as Richard shook his head slowly.
“You mean he’s dead?” Sage gasped. “Cooper’s dead?”
“What are you talking about? Sage, I’m right here.” Cooper closed the distance between him and Sage. He reached out to hug her but caught nothing but air as his hands passed through her body. “What the…”
Sage shivered.
“Do you have someone I can call?” asked Richard.
“She doesn’t need to call anyone. I’m right here!” Cooper yelled. “I don’t know what kind of shit you two are trying to pull, but it’s not funny.”
Cooper reached for Sage’s hand and again it passed right through. He stared at his hands.
Sage shook her head as Cooper walked to the window, trying to wrap his brain around the news. “I’m dead,” he repeated. "How can I be dead?"
“I don’t know if this is going to make you feel any better,” said Richard. “But that Hart kid is alive, thanks to Cooper. I guess he had a hole in the foot of his survival suit, and Cooper switched with him at the last minute. Cooper’s a hero.”
Sage managed a small smile. “He was always my hero.”
The electricity blinked a couple of times before calling it quits. Candlelight filled the room.
Richard meet her gaze. “You don't have to be alone tonight,” he said, placing a hand on her arm.
Sage shook her head again, and patted Richard’s hand. “I’m not alright, Richard, but I’ll be okay. Thanks for driving out here and telling me. I know you’re a busy man.”
“I don’t feel right leaving you here alone,” protested Richard. "Really, I think I should stay."
“I want to be alone!” blurted Sage. Taking a deep breath she looked at the deputy. “Please Richard. I need to digest this in my own way.”
“I understand,” he said, putting his hat back on. “I’ll be back in the morning to check on you. No arguments. Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything. It's really no trouble.”
Sage thanked Richard before firmly shutting the door. Cooper watched Sage pick up Richard’s coffee cup, dump it into the sink, and wash it. The candles flickered around her, giving her blonde highlights an amber glow. Setting the cup in the drainer, she made her way to the den, and started picking up the scrapbooking material that covered the coffee table. She’d been working on the albums when Cooper came home.
Gathering up the pictures, she came across one of Cooper sitting in a meadow. Wild flowers bloomed all around him as he smiled at her, hiding behind the camera. Dropping the pictures, she fell to the floor.
“Why?” she cried. “Why’d you have to leave me?”
Sage pulled herself onto the couch and curled in a ball. “I told you not to go. I told you it was too dangerous. Why didn’t you listen? Why’d you leave me?”
Cooper sprang to the couch, anxious to touch his love again. “I’m right here, baby. I would never leave you.”
He looked around, trying to find a way to show her that he was there. Spotting the candle nearest her, he bent down and concentrated as he blew. The fire went out.
Sage stared at the candle through wet eyes. None of the others had even flickered. Picking up the candle, she examined the wick. It was fine.
Cooper leaned in close, aching to hold her. “I will never leave you again.”
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About the Author
Having a great deal of wanderlust, Author Jennifer McMurrain traveled the countryside working odd jobs before giving into her muse and becoming a full time writer. She's been everything from a "Potty Princess" in the wilds of Yellowstone National Park to a Bear Researcher in the mountains of New Mexico. After finally settling down, she received a Bachelor's degree in Applied Arts and Science from Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, TX. She has won numerous awards for her short stories and novels. She lives in Bartlesville, Oklahoma with her husband, daughter, two spoiled cats, and two goofy dogs. Quail Crossings is her first novel.
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