Wild Men of Alaska 01 - Impact

can walk away from is a good one.”
    He choked out a laugh. “Thanks for that.”
    “But I wouldn’t fly with you again,” she added.
    The wind blew at the plane, making it shudder. Good thing it was laying on its wings or the wind would probably pick it up and toss it off the bluff a nd into the rolling surf below.
    “Wow, you could have dumped us into the water.” They were seriously within twenty feet of the bluff where the deadly ocean could have swallow ed them.
    “Yeah, crash landing could have been worse.”

Chapter Three

    Skip cradled his arm next to his side, knowing it was broken. At least it seemed to be a clean break. He needed to immobilize it. The sooner the better. But first he needed to know where that smoke had come from. He was pretty positive what he’d told Wren was the truth. It made a lot of sense, what he’d been spewing, but he’d been surprised before. Besides, he’d helped Jim load the plane. There was more being flown to Egegik than him and Wren and their luggage. Supplies were back there. Supplies he hoped contai ned food and nothing flammable.
    He nodded to the fire extinguisher Wren clutched in her hands like a safety blanket. “You know how to handle that thing?” Being down to only one good arm, he wasn’t much help.
    “Uh ... yeah.” She looked at him weird. “You forgot about that Fourth of July when we lit the garage on fire?”
    He barked out a laugh. “Damn, that seems like forever ago.” They’d been what? Ten, eleven and had wanted to see fireworks go off in the dark. Alaska’s daylight summers were horrible for firework displays. So they’d concocted this idea of lighting them off in the enclosed garage. Almost burning down the house. If it hadn’t been for Wren and her quick thinking with the fire extinguisher, the house would have been a goner, inst ead of just most of the garage.
    They walked around the plane, hunching into the wind. It still had enough power to push them back. Wren stumbled around on the mossy ground.
    There didn’t seem to be any sign of fire. Thank the good Lord. That would nail their chances of surviving for sure. They needed the plane for shelter from the brewing storm.
    “Looks as though the smoke was from the landing but keep the extinguisher close.” They trekked back to the front of the plane, the wind blowing them making the trip faster. Nothing seemed to be coming from the engine. But then the nose of the plane was buried deep in the spongy tundra. They climbed back into the plane, both shivering by the time he got the door wrenched closed behind them.
    Skip tried not to look at Jim. He didn’t have time to mourn his friend. Not when he needed to get help on the way, or he’d be mourning more than just Jim. The radio. Hell, why hadn’t he thought of that first. He reached for the mic. “Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is November2195Charlie we are crash landed—” He glanced at the GPS coordinates and recited them, repeating his mayday call twice more before the Coast Guard answered.
    The reply came back interspersed with a load of static over the radio. “Condition.”
    “Three people. Pilot dead, one with a broken arm, another with a bleeding head wound, possible concussion.”
    More static, and with dread, Skip made out the basics of what they were saying.
    “Weather ... grounded ... buckle down ... blows over.”
    “Roger that.” Skip turned off the radio to save what battery they had left. He turned to Wren. “Looks like we are stuck here for a while, tonight, maybe tomorrow.”

Chapter Four

    “Tonight? Tomorrow?” Wren said. “Lori’s wedding is the day after tomorrow. We can’t miss the wedding.” That’s the reason Wren had gotten on the blasted plane to begin with. “What about your parents? And the wedding guests? They are going to be so worried.” She’d caused her friends and family too much worry over her short lifetime. Besides, she couldn’t spend the night with Skip out here in the wilds with a dead body, no bathroom, no bed, no coffee!
    “Wren! Keep it together.”
    She took a deep breath, held it until her lungs hurt and released it in a big huff. “Got it. Is there a plan?”
    “Shelter. Chances are this front will bring our first snowfall. At any rate, it’s going to rain and get really cold.”
    Colder than it already was? She’d forgotten how hostile this part of Alaska could be when it blew.
    “I don’t want to sound insensitive, but what about Jim?” Were they going