do appreciate it.”
He nodded and turned to leave. I felt the
cold wind reach me as he shut the door and I realized that I was
entirely alone.
I began to unpack some of the food that we
had brought with us, just some basics like milk and bread. We
brought eggs for breakfast and champagne for late nights.
I worked diligently unpacking the saddlebags
as I heard the snowmobile rev and take off. I looked out the window
and watched Luke’s silhouette fade into the trees. I secretly
wished he hadn’t left, but I didn’t want to worry about him in the
weather. The snow was really picking up; there was already an inch
or more of fresh snow on the six inches we already had.
After unpacking some first aid supplies and
wishing that I had asked Luke to start a fire, I realized that the
only way to warm up would be to take a nice hot shower. Turning on
the hot water created steam in the small bathroom, so I could
hardly see myself in the mirror as I stepped into the glass box.
Being alone was starting to scare me, and I hummed a tune while I
washed my body, allowing the warm water to cleanse me.
I had just put on some
sweatpants was about to blow dry my hair when I heard a knock at
the door. Collin is way
early , I thought to myself as I crossed
through the living room and made my way to the door. When I opened
it I was shocked to see who was leaning on the door frame. Luke was
standing, shivering in the cold and covered in snow. His lips were
blue and he had icicles on his eyebrows.
“ Luke! What are you doing
out here? What am I saying? Get in here!”
I pulled him in by the arms; my fingers
burned with cold where I touched his frost-covered coat. “Oh my
God, you must be freezing. What happened?”
“ Th-the s-sn-nowmobile ran
out of g-g-gas,” he said through chattering teeth. “I’m s-so-sorry,
I had to walk back.”
“ You don’t apologize! Of
course you had to come back. Here, you need to get out of those
clothes.”
I started to remove his jacket and take off
his hat, and some of the color was coming back into his lips. I had
only ever seen one other person be this cold before and they got
hyperthermia. If that happened to Luke now in this weather, no one
would be able to come save him.
He tried to remove his gloves, but his hands
were shaking so badly that I had to assist him. I grabbed a blanket
off the bed and wrapped it around him.
He pulled the blanket tightly around him and
sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, rocking back and forth. I
grabbed a teakettle and filled it up with water. I turned on the
stove, hoping that some warm tea would help him regain some of his
body heat. As soon as I turned on the stove the phone started to
ring.
“ Hold on, Luke. I’ll be
right back, okay?”
He nodded slowly, still huddled in the
blanket.
When I answered the phone it was the person
I least expected it to be.
“ Cheyenne, its Collin. I’m
sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t get out there. The snow is way too
thick, the snowmobile’s just sinking through it. Is there someone
you can call at the ranch who can come get you?”
I didn’t get it. He wouldn’t come get me,
but he wanted someone at the ranch to risk their life for me? What
the hell was his problem? This was not the Collin I knew.
“ No, Collin, there’s no one
who can come get me. Why didn’t you call me earlier? Before the
storm got so bad?”
I heard the wind howling outside and noticed
that there was hardly any light coming in from the windows anymore.
This wasn’t just a storm, this was a blizzard, and Luke and I were
stuck here together.
“ Listen, Collin, I gotta
go. When you figure out what you’re doing, let me know. Until then,
have a nice weekend.”
I slammed down the phone and went back to
the living room to see how Luke was doing. His chin was tipped onto
his chest and he looked as though he was sleeping. I knew that
could be a bad sign. I couldn’t let him become unconscious.
“ Luke! Hey, wake up. No
sleeping right
Matthew Woodring Stover; George Lucas