The Pastor's Wife Wears Biker Boots by Karla Akins

Author:Karla Akins [Akins, Karla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611162813
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group
Published: 2013-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

24

He ran into the darkness.

Mountains and woods swallowed him with cavernous greed. I was too slow to catch him, and I felt helplessly blind to see him in the shadows.

I heard my motorcycle rev and grow closer. Reba commandeered my nimble Sportster instead of her bulky Goldwing. I shouted and pointed down the road, back toward The Dragon.

“He went that way!”

Reba turned on a dime and accelerated toward the darkness.

“What’s going on?” Lily and Opal ran out of their rooms. Other bikers stood in the parking lot staring at me.

“Timmy,” I said. “He took off.”

A group of college-aged kids loitered on the porch with their sports bikes, drinking alcohol and laughing it up. “Oh, let him go. If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you it’s yours.” They cackled with laughter.

“Jerks,” Lily grumbled.

“They’re drunk. They don’t know what they’re doing.” Why did I always take up for people? Why did I make excuses for their bad behavior? And why did I care? Timmy was gone.

“Let’s pray.” Opal grabbed our hands. “It’s all we can do right now.”

I was in no mood to pray. “You pray.” Was that my voice so full of venom? “I’m calling 9-1-1.”

Lily and Opal prayed, and I paced in front of the Switchback Inn until the police arrived. After fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of Timmy or Reba. I stood in front of our room door and stared into the blackness. Tears streamed down my face. The fear suffocated me, making breathing impossible. I’d never felt anything like this fear before. Maybe praying would help. Just a little. “These mountains are huge, Lord. He’s like a little gnat out there in the dark. Please, please, God, please, bring him back. I promise I’ll be a better pastor’s wife. I’ll be a better mom. Just please bring my baby back.” I slid down the wall of the porch and collapsed.

Opal sat beside me. “He’s not alone, Kirstie.” She patted my shoulder. “God is with him.”

“I hope so.” Why was my faith so small? Please God, please be with him.

“Should we call Pastor?” Lily asked. I shook my head. I couldn’t bear to tell Aaron I’d lost our son. Timmy’s disappearance was my fault. If I hadn’t been so stubborn and wanted a motorcycle. Bernice was right. This was foolish.

Fifteen minutes turned to thirty, and thirty turned to an hour, an hour turned to two hours. The police set up a base of operations at the motel, and volunteer searchers filled the parking lot, including Hala and her family and friends. Even a Native American on crutches, a disabled veteran, volunteered to drive up and down the mountain looking for Timmy.

I remained on the porch. Gluttonous mosquitoes chomped on my sunburned skin and I became pocked with bites. The bites didn’t matter. I needed to be right here, outside this room, when Timmy came back. He had to know where to find me.

“I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.

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