Good morning, Friday Fiction Fans,
I don't know about where you live, but here it's hot. And humid. Yesterday it reached 107º. Ugh. Thankfully storm clouds blew in late afternoon and the temperature dropped to the 80s for a while. We didn't get any rain, though there were a few rumbles of thunder.
This has been a good writing week. I decided I wanted to spend one day doing more writing than normal. So, since I usually only write later afternoon and evening, I started in the morning and got over 1k written. In the afternoon I wrote more, and in the evening I wrote again. My total word count for the day was 4,284 words. That bumped me up on my Camp NaNo goal quite a bit. I also wrote on Monday, Wednesday, and yesterday. I think I'll be able to reach my 20k goal and even surpass it.
I've been doing a lot of planning and trying to figure out what I need to work on of all my many different projects. Sometimes I feel rather overwhelmed, but when I break each project into smaller ones, then it's easier. The sad note this week is that I've hardly read anything! I read two shorter stories on Sunday, and a shorter one last night, and that is it. No wonder I want to read!
Anyway, that's that. I don't know if many of you are even reading this since it's summer and most likely you are all busy. Oh, well. I did contemplate just leaving you hanging on this story, but I decided to be nice.
Missing: One Junior Ranger
Part 5
“She doesn’t know much about the radio. But let’s get out to the fort and check on her. She’s probably waiting for us to return.” Don’s words sent the others hurrying toward the door.
“Don.”
Turning back, Don paused behind the others at the door and looked back at his brother’s serious face. “Let me know as soon as you find out if she’s there.”
With a quick nod and a “Sure thing, Sam,” Don was out the door and running after the Junior Rangers.
Puffing up to the gate of the fort, the six Junior Rangers paused a moment to catch their breath. The large wooden gate was shut just as they had left it, but that wasn’t unusual. Don was the first to reach the gate, unlatch and swing it wide open. “Sharon?” he shouted.
There was no answer.
“All right, everyone split up,” Don ordered. “Look for any sign that she might have been here.” As the others scattered across the yard, Don raced for the stairs that led to their club room in one of the block houses. Pushing the door open he looked around quickly. There was no sign of anyone having been there. “Hey, guys!” he turned to shout. “Sharon’s pack is still here.” Not waiting to see what the others would do, Don hurried to the radio set and turned it on.
“XNV-451 to XNR-457. Come in. XNV-451 to XNR-457.”
“XNR-457 to XNV-451. What’s the story Don?”
“She hasn’t been here, Sam. Her pack’s still in the club house, and there’s no sign of her.”
Sam didn’t hesitate. “You kids head back over the trail to her house. I’ll get Mike, and we’ll take the truck over the road. If you find any sign of her on the trail, radio us.”
“Okay, Sam. Over and out.” Flipping off the switch, Don turned around to find the other Junior Rangers crowding around behind him. “You all heard Sam?” They nodded. “Then let’s go find Sharon.”
The trial was quiet. Each person was intent on looking for signs. Finally, after they had covered quite a bit of ground, Bob spoke. “The way I figure it, if she’d left the trail on this side over here,” and he motioned with his hand, “then she would have found the road.”
“But she might have gone off on the other side of the trail,” Tessie said.
“Look!” Don pointed. “Footprints.”
“Oh, Don, they lead off the trail into the woods.” And Angie crouched down to get a better look.
For a moment the children stood. “We can follow the trail as far as we can, but we might need Mike.” Don paused. “I wonder if he and Sam are still in the truck.”
“Want me to radio and find out?” Grant asked, patting the portable set he had been carrying.
“Yeah. Sam said to let them know.”
This was done, and Sam promised that he and Mike would be there soon. “Start following the trail, but be careful,” Sam instructed before ending the call.
Eagerly the Junior Rangers started off into the woods. Since Don was the most experienced tracker, he led the way, and the others followed in silence. Minutes ticked by slowly. Where was Sharon, and why had she left the trail?
“Don,” Tessie asked at last,” why do you suppose Sharon didn’t stay on the path?”
“I don’t know. If Mike were here, he could probably tell us.”
“Here he comes,” Bob said, glancing over his shoulder. Everyone stopped and waited as the Indian and the chief forest ranger reached the group. Mike stepped ahead of Don and crouched down to look at the faint tracks in the ground.
At last he stood up. “I think she was following something.” Mike started off. Soon he halted. “She has returned but lost the trail and goes off slightly.”
“She returned from where, Mike?”
Mike shook his dark head. “That I don’t know. But these tracks are newer.”
Angie leaned down to look. “How do you know?”
“They are on top of the other ones.”
Sam spoke up for the first time. “How new are they?”
“Some time yesterday, I think.”
“Don.”
Turning back, Don paused behind the others at the door and looked back at his brother’s serious face. “Let me know as soon as you find out if she’s there.”
With a quick nod and a “Sure thing, Sam,” Don was out the door and running after the Junior Rangers.
Puffing up to the gate of the fort, the six Junior Rangers paused a moment to catch their breath. The large wooden gate was shut just as they had left it, but that wasn’t unusual. Don was the first to reach the gate, unlatch and swing it wide open. “Sharon?” he shouted.
There was no answer.
“All right, everyone split up,” Don ordered. “Look for any sign that she might have been here.” As the others scattered across the yard, Don raced for the stairs that led to their club room in one of the block houses. Pushing the door open he looked around quickly. There was no sign of anyone having been there. “Hey, guys!” he turned to shout. “Sharon’s pack is still here.” Not waiting to see what the others would do, Don hurried to the radio set and turned it on.
“XNV-451 to XNR-457. Come in. XNV-451 to XNR-457.”
“XNR-457 to XNV-451. What’s the story Don?”
“She hasn’t been here, Sam. Her pack’s still in the club house, and there’s no sign of her.”
Sam didn’t hesitate. “You kids head back over the trail to her house. I’ll get Mike, and we’ll take the truck over the road. If you find any sign of her on the trail, radio us.”
“Okay, Sam. Over and out.” Flipping off the switch, Don turned around to find the other Junior Rangers crowding around behind him. “You all heard Sam?” They nodded. “Then let’s go find Sharon.”
The trial was quiet. Each person was intent on looking for signs. Finally, after they had covered quite a bit of ground, Bob spoke. “The way I figure it, if she’d left the trail on this side over here,” and he motioned with his hand, “then she would have found the road.”
“But she might have gone off on the other side of the trail,” Tessie said.
“Look!” Don pointed. “Footprints.”
“Oh, Don, they lead off the trail into the woods.” And Angie crouched down to get a better look.
For a moment the children stood. “We can follow the trail as far as we can, but we might need Mike.” Don paused. “I wonder if he and Sam are still in the truck.”
“Want me to radio and find out?” Grant asked, patting the portable set he had been carrying.
“Yeah. Sam said to let them know.”
This was done, and Sam promised that he and Mike would be there soon. “Start following the trail, but be careful,” Sam instructed before ending the call.
Eagerly the Junior Rangers started off into the woods. Since Don was the most experienced tracker, he led the way, and the others followed in silence. Minutes ticked by slowly. Where was Sharon, and why had she left the trail?
“Don,” Tessie asked at last,” why do you suppose Sharon didn’t stay on the path?”
“I don’t know. If Mike were here, he could probably tell us.”
“Here he comes,” Bob said, glancing over his shoulder. Everyone stopped and waited as the Indian and the chief forest ranger reached the group. Mike stepped ahead of Don and crouched down to look at the faint tracks in the ground.
At last he stood up. “I think she was following something.” Mike started off. Soon he halted. “She has returned but lost the trail and goes off slightly.”
“She returned from where, Mike?”
Mike shook his dark head. “That I don’t know. But these tracks are newer.”
Angie leaned down to look. “How do you know?”
“They are on top of the other ones.”
Sam spoke up for the first time. “How new are they?”
“Some time yesterday, I think.”
Have you ever had to find someone?
How long do you think it'll take them to find Sharon?
Has your summer been really hot?
2 comments:
Ooo. . . this is fun. xD Looking forwards to Friday! ;)
~Katja L.
Glad you are enjoying it! :)
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