Second Chance Part 4

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose
to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
― Shannon L. Alder

I had misgivings about leaving Marin with Charley—we were still early in our relationship and I was struggling to lay to rest the ghost of Reagan.

It seemed wrong to encourage my new love to get close to my dead fiancé ’s best friend.

But despite my concern the girls seemed to hit it off and I didn’t want to stand in the way of their budding friendship.

Nevertheless, I was worried, especially when I got back home and there was no sign of Mar.

I decided to ride over to Charly’s and check on the two of them.

Her uncle answered the door.

“They’ve been gone for two hours, Jess—I was kinda worried looking at that sky. I think a storm’s brewing.”

“Did they go to the ruins?”

“As far as I know, but they should have been back by now.”

“I’ll go hunt them down, Mr. Crawford—sort of like rounding up strays. Don’t you worry, now.”

As I rode out of the farmyard I wasn’t as hopeful as I pretended —in fact, I was worried because dusk was falling quickly helped in part by storm clouds overhead.

I headed in the direction of the ruins and then on impulse, changed my mind and spurred my horse toward the ridge.

I tied up my mount at the base of the cliff and began the steep climb to the summit.

The wind picked up and I saw the first red streak of lightning. I pressed on and when I got to about twenty feet from the top I heard a terrified scream. It sounded like Marin.

I scrambled up the loose rock of the path, slipping and falling twice in my haste and made it to the top in time to see the two women struggling in the wind, grappling as if wrestling.

“Mar!” I cried out.

The two women froze and turned toward me. Charly had a wild look on her face as if her features had distorted.

“Help me, Jess,” Mar cried, backing away from the crazed Charly.

‘It’s over now,” Charly shouted against the wind, “you’ve ruined everything.”

She picked up a heavy tree limb that was lying on the ground and came at Mar swinging it like a baseball bat.

Mar slipped as she fell backwards just as Charly swung the limb with all her might.

The blow missed Mar but threw Charly off balance.

She stumbled forward onto her hands and knees, as I watched in horror, frozen to my spot.

Charly was deranged—blind with anger.

She reached for the limb again and stumbled to her feet, but as she righted herself to swing a fatal blow, she lost her balance and stumbled backwards, falling over the edge.

I hear a long wail I thought was from Charly, but realized it was Mar, pitched forward into a crouch as if she had been kicked in the stomach.

By the time I got to her she was moaning and incoherent.

I cradled her in my arms vainly trying to console her but she was in shock.

I half-carried her back from the verge of the ledge, and tried to speak to her, but all she could do was groan and repeat Regan’s name over and over as if she were lost in a nightmare—which no doubt was.

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