When Eagles Fall (Fesler-Lampert Minnesota Heritage) by Casanova Mary

Author:Casanova, Mary [Casanova, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: University of Minnesota Press
Published: 2014-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Castaway

As she tried to figure out how to catch a fish for the eaglet—and for herself—she wondered if Sentry had managed to eat anything since the night before. Probably not. After all, so far in his short life, all he had to do was sit in his nest and wait for food to appear magically. The thought stopped her and she smiled.

“Sort of like me,” she confessed. Wasn’t that pretty much what she did? Wait for her mother to serve up dinner? Once in a while Alex cooked macaroni and cheese or enchiladas, when her mom was really tight for time and coming home late after a real-estate deal. But mostly, her mom served great food, from fajitas to grilled lemon-pepper chicken to sautéed mushrooms and guava-banana salad. And the more Alex ate, the happier her mom seemed. Not that her mom wanted her to be fat, just well fed. Alex imagined that she would feel a similar satisfaction once she fed her starving eaglet.

The drone of a boat motor suddenly registered. A boat, puttering through the channel. She hadn’t been listening for it, hadn’t heard it until just that moment. A boat! Its sound floated up from the water and passed the point, not more than fifty yards away. She caught a glimpse of it through the trees. A flash of blue, two men with caps. Not the Naatucks’ boat. The boat motored slowly, as if avoiding rocks or looking for someone. Of course. Her!

“Wait there,” Alex told Sentry. She almost expected him to answer her, to nod in reply. “I didn’t expect we’d be found so soon!’

She tore through the woods, not caring if branches scraped her hands and wrists, and headed to the shoreline. The sun was high and hot in the sky, and the ground nearly steamed with scents of cedar, pine, and earth. The inboard motor rumbled, and the boat cruised slowly down the channel toward the cabin, its wake white and frothy.

Alex grabbed the trunk of a cedar that leaned out over the water, hoping they would see her. She waved her arms and shouted. “Over here!” she called. “Here I am!”

The boat slowed at the dock, and two men stood up behind the windshield of their blue-and-gray motorboat, its name scrolled in white letters on its stern: Castaway.

Her life as a castaway was going to be short-lived. Thank goodness.

She let go of the cedar and ran along the shoreline, ducking in and out of branches, scrambling over three fallen trees. Boulders rose from the shore, blocking a direct route, but she either climbed over them or around them. Amazing that she had made it along the shore at all the night before. She had been out of her head with sleepiness and cold, but the bear had nudged her into enough panic to wake up. Now she could at least see where she was going. She neared the sandy cove and emerged from the woods. Thank God she wouldn’t have to sleep there another night.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.