Reining his horse to the left and urging it into an easy trot, newlywed Gene Barber rode up alongside his young wife Nancy and growled, complainingly, "I've just about had it! We've been riding for hours tracking those damned elk, and my tail is beaten to a pulp!"
"Well… if you kept yourself in shape, it wouldn't bother you!" Nancy said it flatly.
"We should've turned back when it started snowing! I can't seem to get it through that damned Indian's head that it's no life or death matter!" Gene grated. "Personally, I don't give a damn one way or the other whether I get to shoot an elk or not!"
"This is what we came up here for… isn't it?"
"No, darling, we came up here so that we could talk… about us… remember?" he shot back. "But, so far we haven't gotten to first base!"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Well… for starters, I think we should talk about our almost non-existent sex life after only a year of marriage… or rather my non-existent sex life!"
"What's that supposed to mean, darling?"
"Where the hell were you for over an hour last night?"
"That's none of your business!" She reached up with a gloved hand to brush flakes of soft snow from her face.
Gene saw her green eyes flash darts of anger at him, but he persisted, "It is though! As a husband, I've got a right to know where you are… and I made it my business to find out!"
"Well, master snoop… what did you find out?"
"That you were with Jim and Charlotte Harding… in their bedroom!" he growled. "… And, it sure as hell wasn't pattycake you were playing in there!"
"That's an assumption… purely circumstantial, Mr. Counselor!"
"Do you want me to take pictures, next time?" he croaked.
"You wouldn't!?"
"I might!"
"To hell with you, darling!" Nancy leaned forward and kicked her horse into a trot.
Gene grabbed the cheek strap of her horse's bridle and stopped her, growling, "We're going to talk, Nancy, whether you like it or not! I know why the Goodwins left. I heard them talking to Jim Harding, and they were laying it right on the line! They didn't like what was going on… and what was going on involved you and the Hardings!"
"Pure hearsay!" she shot back.
"Maybe… but they knew about it. The Paynters probably didn't miss it either… so don't try to tell me you weren't with them getting your ass fucked off… by both of them!"
"So what if I was!?"
"It's going to stop!"
"Why don't you try stopping the wind, instead… darling!" Nancy said icily. "Now let go of my horse!"
"No! We're going to settle this!"
Nancy looked up the hill through the snow-covered scrub and said, "Cheryl and Jonothan are coming back this way."
Looking in the direction she pointed, he spotted the two dark figures riding toward them in the light snowfall. "We should head back before this snow gets any worse," Gene told her, then as an afterthought, he went on, "… And, I'd bet almost anything that Frank Paynter left and rode back to the lodge for only one reason!"
"He said that he wasn't feeling well…"
"Like crap! He went back there to lay our host's wife… and Cheryl's too damned stupid or blind to see through it!"
"You'd like to lay her, too… wouldn't you?" Nancy challenged.
"Yeah… maybe I would! Maybe that's what I should do… start trying to lay every broad I can… just like you've been doing with almost anything that wears pants!"
"Or panties!"
"And, that's another thing!"
"Not so loud, dear!" she cautioned. "They're almost here!"
"I suppose she's next?"
"Who?"
"Cheryl!"
"Sure! Why not!"
"… And, her husband, too?"
"He's nice! I could go for him!"
"You're a little bitch!"
She ignored his insult, retorting, "… But, I'm having the time of my life!"
"You could get V.D… or get knocked-up!"
"Is that what worries you? Really? Well… I'm careful… and selective!" Nancy told him, then asked, "Is that's what's holding you back?"
"Well…"
"If that means yes, you can stop worrying! Charlotte's clean… and I'd guess that Cheryl is too…! So, why don't you have some fun! We could have a nice little foursome with the Hardings… or you could try to make it with Cheryl! Wouldn't you just love to lay her? Tell me the truth!"
"The truth is… I'd rather fuck you… any day!"
"Damn it, Gene, I've been trying to tell you that one man can't satisfy me any more!"
"Did I ever…?"
Ignoring his loaded question, Nancy hissed, "They're almost here! Do you, want my permission? If you do… You can do anything you want to do with either Cheryl or Charlotte… or any other woman, you take a fancy to… but I'm not going to stop what I'm doing!"
Then, they both turned, wearing bright, hypocritical smiles for Cheryl Paynter, as she arrived, riding at the side of Jonothan Longwalk.
"Hi Nancy… Gene… anything wrong?" Cheryl asked.
"No, not really…" Nancy was vague.
"We were just talking… about turning back; this snow worries me… and it's getting worse, don't you think?" Gene was talking to Cheryl but including the impassive guide.
"That's just what Jonothan was saying, too!" Cheryl volunteered.
"That is right! We will return to the lodge, now," Jonothan reined his horse around them to lead the way.
Unhesitatingly, Cheryl urged her own horse forward to ride beside Jonothan, who sat erectly in his saddle, eyes ahead, seemingly unaware of the woman, who rode beside him.
"Maybe, you'd like to tell Mr. and Mrs. Barber that story you were telling me…?" Cheryl suggested brightly to him.
"It is a long story. They might not like it."
"Then you won't tell them?"
"Later, when we are resting at the lodge, maybe…"
He lapsed into silence and there were only the sounds of creaking saddle leathers and the soft squish of the horse's hooves in the new-fallen, wet snow. As they rode along in silence, Cheryl would have been surprised, had she known Jonothan's thoughts, seething in his mind and hidden from her behind his impassive mask.
Snuggled down between the sheets, their bodies plastered together, two pairs of hands roaming exploringly, sensually, Charlotte Harding and Frank Paynter enjoyed the intimate closeness, and as her hand slid down between them after a few minutes to find the half-aroused shaft of his cock, springing back to vibrant erection, she murmured, "See, that didn't take long at all!"
She threw her top leg over his hip and guided the throbbing head of his cock to her fully aroused pussy, pressuring the rigid corona up through her hair-fringed cuntal slit, until it rested directly on her clitoris; then, using her fingers she drummed it rapidly back and forth. It was stimulating for both of them, and he felt his penis grow by leaps and bounds to full-blown erection, stiff and hard, ready for action again.
Reaching down over her hip, his hand came up into the angle of her thighs from the back, his fingers searching in the moistly seeping furrow of her cunt until he found the tiny opening of her vagina. Slowly, he inserted his middle finger up into it, feeling its warm smoothness bedewed with the heated moisture of her passion. Twirlingly, he rotated his finger around and around, just inside the tender opening, changing after a moment or two to a straight in and out fucking movement. Then she was moving seductively against him, and he added a second finger to the first sawing lewdly up between her legs. For several moments, as their mouths meshed in a deep kiss, he stimulated her with intense eroticism.
Finally, Charlotte pulled back away from him to break the deep communion of their open-mouthed kiss to gasp, "God, Frank, a finger-fuck isn't all that much! Are you just about ready to go again…?"
"Yeah! Can't you tell?"
Appreciatively, she slid her hand up and down the turgid length of new newly resurrected shaft and cooed, "Yes, I can tell. It's just as hard and long as it was awhile ago!" With a sure movement, she slipped it up through the moist cleft of her trembling pussy to the flowered-open mouth of her cunt, where she guided the wildly throbbing head into the narrow warmth of her vagina, then moving in closer to him, she captured his penis there. Now, however, she was not moving. It was only the soft wet interior of her cuntal sheath that moved as her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed tight around him, alternately milking and relaxing around his massively swollen cock. It was a sexy feeling, new and different than anything he had ever felt, and involuntarily his long thick penis jerked and expanded out against the smooth warm walls of her vagina, and she answered it with yet another contraction.
"Keep it up now, Frank! You expand… and I'll contract!"
He understood then; it wasn't an accident. She was actually controlling those delicious, sensation-producing milkings of his cock. Readily, he joined her, lying perfectly still, while all those crazily stimulating things were going on there deep inside her vaginal sheath.
It went on and on, the mutual, intimate caressings of their genitals, bringing them each by slow degrees of arousal to the point where neither could lie still any longer. Frank felt that familiar ache in his testicles signaling that he was more than ready… that now, he had to fuck her. His hands were all over her, roaming at will, caressing and massaging and tweaking, while again their mouths were mashed hard together in a deep union of lips and tongues. Then with his upper hand, he was pressing his fingers into the soft pliant flesh of her moon-like buttocks, and he was pulling her in tight to him, while at the same time, his hips began flexing to move his pulsating cock slightly in and out of her rhythmically contracting cuntal sheath, perhaps an inch either way.
Abruptly, Frank freed his lips from hers, and he was kicking the confining covers off them.
"Christ!" he told her, "I can't wait any longer! I've got to fuck you… right now!"
Then he knelt up above her as Charlotte turned over on her back, raised her knees high and spread her soft milk-white thighs obscenely wide to receive him.
In a way, Frank couldn't believe that it was all happening to him, as for a moment he drank in her nakedly curvaceous beauty, watching her writhe as she lay there in ecstatic anticipation waiting for him to enter her. Her breasts, full and ripely rounded, their nipples spiking out hard and pink as rosebuds above the slightly darker areolas, held his eyes for a moment before he lowered his gaze to zero-in on her splayed-open pussy between those tapered thighs, the moist coraline flesh of her cuntal slit glistening with her readiness and beckoning him closer. The soft curls of her jet-black hair surrounded it sparsely, and as he watched, her hands came down on either side, and with deliberate lewdness she slowly pulled her vaginal opening farther apart.
"Damn!" he gasped with appreciation. "You're the most desirable woman I've ever met!"
Only a tiny mewling sound of expectancy came from her lips, as she churned her hips undulantly up toward him, letting her thighs spread open wider yet. Frank hesitated for a moment. He had the wild urge to plunge his tongue deep into her inviting cuntal mouth instead of his cock. God! How he would have enjoyed doing that to her… but at the same time, he knew that it was too late! It would have to wait for another time. His cock already throbbed achingly, demanding that he bury it deep in her to use it for its intended purpose.
"Oh, God, Frank… don't make me wait! Hurry! I've got to have that beautiful cock of yours inside me, fucking me hard… like you've never fucked before! Come on, darling! Shove it in me, and fuck me right now! Fuck me!"
Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she held her arms up to him now as her hands abandoned her pussy. He crawled between her thighs and lay half on top of her, his hands smoothing hungrily over the soft silkiness of her flesh, caressing her from the flare of her curvaceous hip to fullness of her mounding breasts; then his mouth searched for hers, as he kneaded and cupped, his fingers rolling her distended nipples to even harder erection. He kissed her deeply and hard, trying to do everything he knew to stimulate her further as his own lust grew, mounting with every passing moment.
Yet, he was stalling. There was an unexplainable fear in him, the fear of cumming too soon again. He was afraid that if he plunged his rock-hard cock into her now, before she was practically on the brink of her climax, he would ejaculate prematurely and fail her. Damn! I've got to wait a few more minutes… be sure she's ready!
He mumbled into her mouth, "Charlotte, you're luscious. And I'm going to fuck you hard, just the way you want me to! But, I want to make sure you're ready!"
Desperately, he ground his sensitive cock-head down into the steaming crevice of her pussy, then made the swollen shaft of it lie like a huge log against her tender cuntal flesh to stimulate her even more. It came into maddening contact with the pulsing little bud of her clitoris, and he could feel her gyrate against him as mewling moans issued from deep in her chest.
The muscles of the brunette's lithe and agile body rippled under her pale white skin, and Frank gained the impression that for all of her womanliness there was a hidden strength in her beautiful body, a powerful readiness coiled like a strong spring for action… sex action. He felt the tensioned strength of the sinewy cords in her thighs, and he wondered just how strongly they would grip him when he finally did ram his cock deep into her yielding belly, driving it into her without mercy and fucking her with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"Oh, God you're torturing me, making me wait like this! Come on, Frank! Fuck me! I've got to have your cock inside me… in my cunt… fucking me!" Charlotte moaned pleadingly, as she bucked up against him in acute desperation.
The kiss was broken now, and it was now that he had to act, show her he was the man she expected of him. He heaved himself up above her and choked out, "Okay, Charlotte, baby! I'm ready to fuck you, now!"
Reaching down between them, Jim Harding's wife gripped and guided the blood-inflated head of his cock to her impatiently waiting cuntal opening, moist and ready for his entrance. Her body trembled from head to foot with the intensity of her passion; at the moment his pulsating cock-head was there, poised at the opening of her vagina, she moaned with relief, her body arching upward toward him to claim his hardened male-flesh which still teased tantalizingly at the open mouth of her cuntal passage.
Poised above her on hands and knees, Frank groaned in the throes of his own passion as he felt the soft, silky hairs of her pussy brushing against the sensitive head of his penis. She was already gyrating in the lewd tempo of sexual coupling, and he was so aroused now, so far gone, that he had to fuck her, right then! He sucked in air, and with a grunt flexed his hips forward, driving his aching cock deep up into her. He felt the throbbing warmth of her vaginal opening stretch wide to receive him as the blood-filled shaft of his cock slid smoothly and effortlessly up into her slippery cuntal sheath, and it absorbed him completely, accepting his turgid rod of man-flesh deep into the depths of her white, trembling belly. His cock buried itself in her, his loins crashing hard into hers and his testicles below swinging forward to smack tight up into the narrow crevice between her buttocks. With a little moan of mixed pleasure and pain, Charlotte involuntarily squirmed her hips back and down into the soft mattress to escape the forcefully brutal entrance into her desire-inflamed cunt… Yet, she welcomed his animal-like thrust into her, for in the next instant she writhed up to him, expectantly, moaning, "OOOoooh, Goddddd! Finally! I thought you'd never shove it in me… but you don't mess around when you do! I like it… I like it!"
Then she was moving, her hungrily clasping vagina milking him as it had before, while at the same time her gyrating hips were forcing his rock-hard cock-flesh in and out of her cuntal sheath. He held himself rigid above her, unmoving as she fucked up against him wildly, insanely. It was something he had never experienced, that of having a woman so hot and aroused that she was taking the initiative in sexual coupling and actually doing the fucking! Certainly his own wife Cheryl would never do that! She just lay there and let him do all the work. Sensations ran rife within him, and he was sure that he couldn't hold off for very long now. Again he could feel the slow searing burn of imminent orgasm. Damn it! Where's my control? I feel like I could cum… almost any second! It was a desperate, almost dismal feeling of impending failure! Even after she sucked me off once, already! Christ! It's like I've got a hair-trigger!
Frantically, he was moving then, as he tried to set some kind of concerted tempo with her. He began to thrust his rock-hard cock full length into the receptiveness of her hot, slippery cuntal passage, plumbing the very depths of her; at the same time, he could feel her cuntal passage moving on him, sliding up and down the pulsating length of his swollen rod of flesh, as she fucked back at him with all the strength of her pelvis muscles, her feet planted squarely on either side of him, thighs wide-splayed and her hips bucking up against him. She was arching her back off of the mattress by several inches, and it occurred to him inanely that it was almost like riding a bucking bronco.
And, inside her wildly moving cuntal sheath, he felt those contracting muscles sucking and nibbling at him like a second tiny mouth. It was pleasurably agonizing, as his sensitive penis, starved for such sexual delights, began to expand and jerk with the beginnings of his climax. He had the insane momentary feeling that his cock was caught in the maw of an insatiable sex-machine, which threatened to suck him inside out, drain him completely. His balls tightened until they ached, and he could feel the head of his penis expanding with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation, as he pistoned deep into her hotly slavering vagina.
Then Frank felt his loins constrict, and he knew that the dammed-up load of sperm was going to burst its confinement any moment now. God! He really was going to cum… already! His face contorted with the anticipation of his building orgasm, but he was frantic too with a sense of impending failure to bring Jim Harding's wife to the zenith of her climax. Christ! I'm almost ready to cum!
"Oh shit!" he said, disgust for himself and his poor performance all wrapped up in the one obscenity. "I'm… going to cum! I… can't… hold back… any longer!"
"It's okay, darling! It's okay! Just keep on fucking! Keep on ramming your cock into me… as hard… and deep as you can… and keep it up… as long as you can!" Charlotte moaned up into his face. "… And, it'll be okay! I'll cum with you! I'm almost there… too!"
Deliberately, she pulled her thighs back until they were parallel with her body and mashed down against the softly heaving mounds of her breasts, which showed the blush of her passion. Raising her loins up to him now, and minimizing her own movements, she spread her thighs wide, scissoring them out to either side of the bed to make her clasping cunt an easy target for his deepest, lustiest, jackhammering thrusts up between her legs.
He felt it begin for him then, the combined pleasure and pain of the first jetting rush of semen beginning somewhere far back in his loins behind the base of his rutting cock.
"Goddamn! I'm cumming… can't… help… it!" he gasped.
"It's all right, damn it! Just fuck me… hard… but don't stop… until you have to! Just keep on… like this… for just a few more strokes! Fuck hard, darling! Fuck me… deep and hard! Fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, encouraging him to his utmost effort.
He drove into her hard and deep, his spewing cock plunging in and out of her wildly demanding cunt, opened wide to accept everything he could give her. Like an insanely rutting boar he gored into her deeply, his sperm spurting from the slitted tip of his expanded cock-head in spasmodic gushes, a veritable torrent of rapturous lust.
Through the din roaring in his ears, Frank Paynter heard himself grunting animal-like sounds from his lips, gasps of pure carnal pleasure, and he thought he heard Charlotte Harding too as she cried out in ecstasy; however, for one desperate moment he wasn't sure, because his own involvement was so profound. God! Is she cumming? He was sure that he had failed her. Christ!
But then, he was aware of her body convulsing under him, and around the thick length of his still pumping cock he felt that maddeningly convulsing pussy of hers milking at him. Her loins were fastened up tight to his, imprisoning him, while her vagina contracted rhythmically and drained the final drops of his sperm from him. He was still moving inside her with slow deliberation, and suddenly he felt the complete release of his tension, as he looked down into her face and saw her lying there under him, serene, mewling and sighing her satisfaction. A heavy burden was lifted from him with the knowledge that she had cum with him… that he had not failed her… or himself. He felt contented satisfaction, for never in his life had he encountered a woman like Charlotte Harding… and never had he experienced a fuck like that. He was drained… satisfied… and fucked!
He collapsed on top of her. All his strength was drained from him, and he had the feeling that he had shot everything in him right through the head of his cock… into her vagina, or had that marvelous cunt of hers milked it all out of him? He fell on top of her heavily, and her waiting arms went around him to hug him close.
"I couldn't help it!" he blurted. "I had to cum! I couldn't wait… any longer!" His breath came in short heavy gasps.
Then, she was reassuring him, hugging him tight to her. "I came, darling! It was just beautiful… and there's nothing to worry about! It was a good fuck! You're a good lover… and you've got it there in that cock of yours!"
"Damn! I was afraid I'd cum too soon!"
"Don't worry, Frank. It could happen to any man! And, it makes me feel good that you're so considerate… wanting me to cum! You'll just have to learn to relax a little bit and try not to take it so seriously. Remember, it's supposed to be for fun!"
"Yeah, I'll have to remember that…" he smiled, then rolled from on top of her to stretch out on his back beside her.
"And, don't forget, darling," Charlotte reminded him, "there'll be more fun, tonight."
"Yeah… yeah, I won't forget… but don't count on Cheryl… too much…" His eyes closed. He relaxed and in a moment had dozed off to sleep.
The snow had stopped falling long before the hunting party reached the lodge. Stolidly, Jonothan Longwalk took charge of their horses as they dismounted, suggesting that tomorrow perhaps would be a better day for hunting.
"Yeah, well, we'll let you know…" Gene Barber was vague.
"It is better to start early in the morning," Jonothan told him.
"We'll make up our minds, later… okay…?" Gene walked away, eager to find a hot cup of coffee and a drink.
Nancy fell into step beside him, plodding through the new-fallen snow. "You don't have to treat everybody like dirt!" she hissed at him. "He probably only wanted to get things ready for us."
"Hell! He just works here. That's his job!"
"He's still a human being, and you didn't even thank him!"
"For what? Doing a job he's paid for?" her young husband flared. "Drop it! I don't want to argue with you over something like this!"
Cheryl stayed a moment by the horses, before following the Barbers. "Thank you for everything, Jonothan… especially the story you were telling me…" She said it shyly, meaning what she said.
His face was impassive. "It was my pleasure, Mrs. Paynter." He watched her walk away toward the lodge, feeling all the things every man feels for a lovely woman. She was a dream, a fantasy, but Jonothan Longwalk was a realist, also. With a sigh, he led the horses into the barn, dismissing his fantasy from his mind, for he knew that she was unattainable.
Stamping snow from her feet on the stoop, Cheryl followed Gene and Nancy Barber into the lodge. She found them in the kitchen where Nancy was already pouring steaming mugs of coffee for them.
Cheryl didn't go into the kitchen, heading instead for the stairway. Nancy saw her and called out, "Would you like a cup of coffee, too, Cheryl?"
"Yes, thank you. I'll get Frank and be right down."
"I'll bet you don't find him in your room!" Gene said cynically.
Hesitantly, Cheryl turned back, stammering, "I don't think I understand what you… m-mean…"
"He doesn't mean anything!" Nancy said quickly.
"I mean exactly what I said!" Gene grated. "If you don't find him in your room, then he's got to be in someone else's! Right?"
"Such as whose?"
"Why, I'd imagine in Charlotte's! She's our hostess with the mostest… and she and your husband were here alone almost all morning!" Gene leered suggestively.
The sound of an airplane engine coming in low over the lodge drowned out her reply, if she made one, for Cheryl was turning away, her cheeks flushing, and if there was any sound from her, it must have been a muted sob.
"That must be Jim!" Nancy said enthusiastically, her face lighting up with a smile.
"Yeah! I was sort of hoping he'd fly into the side of a mountain… or something!" Gene said with a sarcastic tone.
Nancy shot him a nasty look and told him that she was going to go watch Jim land.
"Suit yourself!" Gene groused. "I'm going to fix myself a drink!"
Cheryl went on up the stairs. As she passed the Hardings' bedroom door, she couldn't help hearing Charlotte's voice. It was muffled, but she heard, clearly: "Frank, darling, it's Jim! He's back, now… and I think we'd better get dressed!"
OOOoohhh, God! It can't be… true…! But, she knew it was! Her ears hadn't deceived her. Frank's in there with her… and they must be… naked! She controlled a wild impulse to throw open the door, burst in on them and berate them. Short of actually doing it, she pulled back her hand that was reaching for the doorknob and fled down the short hallway to hers and Frank's room. She held back her sobs until she was safely inside the room and sprawled across the bed. It was not like her to make a public scene. She hadn't, but it was only to delay it… until she was alone with her husband.
Peering through the cockpit window of his plane as he overflew the primitive landing strip, Jim Harding tried to judge just how much new snow there was on the ground. He could still see the strip itself, its rectangular outline clearly visible, but inside that smooth rectangle the snow lay so heavy that he couldn't see the wheel ruts of his former landings there. He knew the risk was great; he also knew the alternative: head west to an improved field, land there and make his way back to the lodge my Jeep. Hell! I couldn't make it back here for two days! That would be two days of fun he'd miss. His decision was made. He would land the airplane!
Turning at the end of the runway, he flew back over it again, noting that a long figure had emerged from the lodge; however, he couldn't be sure who it was. He remembered then that Jonothan had taken out a hunting party composed of the Paynters and the Barbers… So, that must be Charlotte… He rocked the plane side to side, waggling the wings in greeting and saw the figure below wave at him.
Carefully, then, Harding turned back into the wind and began to let down, keeping the nose high, so that he would make contact with the main gear first. He was skimming the surface of the new fallen snow, then, his hand on the throttle ready tensely either for full power or emergency kill of power. His wheels crunched into the snow, and for a frantic moment the airplane shuddered forward, as the wheels went deeper into the soft, wet snow; suddenly, then, he knew that the snow was too deep, as the plane's wheels plowed deeper and the aircraft began to nose over sharply.
With a profane curse, Jim slammed the throttle forward and turned off the ignition switch, just before the nose of the plane dug into the snow and mud. Then, his plane was somersaulting to land upside down and slew crazily across the snow-covered ground. Jim was unconscious before the wreckage came to a halt at the far end of the field.
"Oh, God, Frank! Gene! Anybody! Help!" Nancy stood in the door of the lodge screaming. "Jim crashed! His plane crashed!"
Then, she was running across the snow toward the now silent wreckage, her breath pumping in and out of her lungs painfully, and she was sobbing. "Oh, no! God! Please, no!"
Gene burst from the door and loped after his young wife. He was joined by Jonothan, who came around from the stables.
Frantically, Charlotte was dressing, as was Frank Paynter. "God, Frank, Jim could be hurt very bad! Hurry! Hurry!"
Then, together, moments later, they trailed across the field toward the wreckage, where Jim was already freed of it by Gene and Jonothan. Nancy was kneeling over him, sobbing softly but using her training as a nurse to determine the extent of his hurts.
Charlotte arrived, out of breath, and flung herself down beside her husband, "Oh, God… is he…?"
"Hurt… pretty badly, I think!" Nancy murmured, then looking up at the three men standing there uncertainly, she said, "We've got to get him back to the lodge where it's warm!"
Belatedly, Cheryl became aware of the accident only after Jim Harding was carried, still unconscious, into the lodge. She heard the commotion on the stairs and came out of her room. Charlotte was leading the way and Cheryl asked with some alarm what had happened.
"Jim's plane crashed!" Charlotte told her.
"Oh, no!" Then, she pitched in to help, forgetting for the moment that it was Charlotte who had been lying with her husband only a few minutes before. Later! she told herself. I'll pick that bone with her later!
And, quite awhile later, it was Gene Barber, who walked out to the wrecked plane, examined it carefully and found that the radio had been demolished. He told the others, "That plane was our only way in and out of here… and now with no radio, either, we're stuck here! Indefinitely!"