Zero Visibility. Sharon Dunn

the morning, he would find out if either of the women had a cell phone, but for now he didn’t want them to worry. It would be easier to face tomorrow’s challenges after a full night’s sleep.

      He stared out the window. Something moved just beyond the circle of illumination created by the porch light. He watched. There it was again. He saw a flash of yellow, the same color as Lorelei’s coat. Then he noticed that the bolt on the door was slid back. She hadn’t been in a clear mental state since the robbery. Maybe she had really lost it and was wandering in the cold. He needed to get out there ASAP.

      He slipped into his boots and put his coat on. He’d yell for her. If she didn’t respond right away, he’d have to go back inside and get more winter gear on. He stepped out on the porch, but couldn’t see anything.

      His breath formed clouds when he called her name. He studied the forms and shadows through the falling snow, trying to pick out movement.

      The blow to his head came without warning. He tumbled off the side of the porch into the snow as blackness descended.

      * * *

      Merci stirred beneath the covers of the twin bed. The bedspread was baseball-themed, something a young boy might like. Nathan and the brother he didn’t want to talk about must have shared this room when they were kids. Funny that he called it the guest room instead of referring to it as his old room.

      Merci reached over and clicked on the light by her bed. Lorelei’s bed was empty.

      Concerned about her friend, Merci sat up and pulled back the covers. She plodded across the room and into the living room. Nathan’s door was shut. He must have found the couch uncomfortable and gone to his room. Lorelei wasn’t in the living room or in the kitchen. When she checked the bathroom, it was empty, as well.

      Lorelei had been traumatized by the attack, even more so than Merci. Maybe she wasn’t thinking rationally. Merci took a deep breath to try to minimize the rising panic as she walked toward the living room window.

      The wind wasn’t blowing quite so hard, but the snow fell in heavy clumps. She pressed a little closer to the window. Though she was covered in shadow, Lorelei was outside. What was she doing?

      Merci flung open the door, and the cold wind hit her. She yelled Lorelei’s name. Lorelei turned slightly, but didn’t look at Merci. Maybe she couldn’t hear through the howling wind.

      Merci ran back to the room, slipped into a sweater and jeans, grabbed her coat and put her boots on. She opened the door and stepped out on the porch. Silence greeted her. Where had Lorelei gone?

      Her heart drummed in her ears as she scanned the empty landscape. One set of footprints looked newer than the others, where less snow had drifted over.

      She stepped off the porch. “Lorelei.” She sank down into the deep snow as she followed footprints away from the cabin.

      A mechanical noise, the sound of an engine starting up, broke the silence. Headlights sliced through the darkness and then the snowmobile emerged from a three-sided shed. The tall man in the leather coat who had tried to rob them earlier was driving. Lorelei stepped out behind him. When the thief saw Merci, he grabbed Lorelei and pulled her toward the snowmobile.

      Merci raced toward them. The man pulled a gun out of a coat pocket and pointed it at Lorelei. He said something to her, and she got on the snowmobile.

      He pointed the gun at Merci and then at Lorelei. “Back off or she dies.”

      “You better do what he says.” Lorelei’s voice cracked.

      “No, Lorelei, I won’t let them take you.” She grabbed Lorelei’s sleeve.

      The man reached up and hit Merci hard against the jaw with the butt of the gun. She fell backward. Pain, intense and hot, spread across her face. Her eyes watered. When she looked toward the house, Nathan was standing up at the far side of the stairs.

      The man revved the motor, preparing to take off. Merci turned to face the thug as Nathan’s footsteps pounded behind her.

      Nathan, dressed in his boots and an open coat, jumped in front of Merci. “Get off my snowmobile.” He hit the man across the face with a right hook.

      Lorelei screamed and scooted back on the seat.

      The man leaned sideways, recovering just in time to lift the gun as Nathan grabbed him and yanked him off the snowmobile. The gun flew out of the thief’s hand.

      Merci crab-walked backward in the snow. The two men struggled, rolling around on the ground. The thief freed himself of Nathan’s grasp, scrambling for his gun where it had fallen in the snow.

      Out of breath, Nathan lunged toward the man.

      The man hit him with the butt of the gun just as he rose to his feet. Nathan reeled backward and fell in the snow, not moving.

      The man crawled back on the snowmobile. Lorelei sat stunned. Her eyes glazed as though she didn’t really comprehend all that was happening. The man revved the snowmobile and lurched forward. Merci waited for the backward glance from Lorelei, but it never happened. She tried to get to her feet to chase them, but sank down in the snow. The snowmobile disappeared into the trees, and the engine noise faded.

      Out of breath and shaking, Merci crawled over to where Nathan lay. Blood dripped from his cheek.

      She shook him. “Please, please be okay.”

      His eyelids fluttered. Brown eyes looked at her. “Hey,” his voice was weak, but his eyes brightened when he saw her.

      She breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed he had thrown his coat over his pajama bottoms. “You’re shivering. Take my hand. Let’s get you inside.” The struggle had chilled her, but he was probably nearing hypothermia. She was dressed for the cold and hadn’t had to roll in the snow with the thief.

      He sat up swaying and blinking rapidly. “What about the snowmobile and Lorelei?”

      “It’s too late. We can’t catch them.” She slipped in under his arm and helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

      “I’m an EMT. I know what to do. I just need to…” His voice trailed off.

      She helped him up the stairs and through the door, easing him down into the chair by the fire.

      “The coat needs to come off, it’s wet.” She peeled it off his shoulders and put it aside. She drew the same blanket he had offered her earlier over his muscular shoulders. His lips were drained of color, and he was still shivering. She touched his cheeks with her palms, forcing eye contact. “Better?”

      He drew the blanket closer as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Getting there. I…he knocked me off the porch…hit my head.” He touched the back of his head and winced.

      She hadn’t even seen Nathan as she had raced down the stairs in search of Lorelei. “How long were you there?” She covered his freezing hands.

      “I was only out for a few minutes. I came to, and I saw you struggling.”

      She pulled his boots off. The inside lining of his boot was wet from where the snow had seeped in. His bare feet weren’t blue, but they looked cold. She cupped her hand over one. “Can you feel that?”

      He nodded. “Exposure wasn’t long enough for frostbite, just kind of cold.”

      She grabbed a throw from the couch and secured it around his feet. “Now it’s my turn to make you tea.” She rose to her feet and went into the kitchen. She allowed herself only a momentary glance out the window. Lorelei was out there somewhere with those animals. They were going to have to find her before anything bad happened. If it hadn’t already.

      * * *

      Heat slowly returned to Nathan’s body as he listened to Merci work in the kitchen. A tingling sensation came into his feet and hands. He wasn’t accustomed to being the one needing first aid. She had handled herself like a pro.

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