Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series by Reese Madison Page A

ducked back outside then tossed his Glock back inside, “I’m going into town. Get dressed. Don’t take those clothes off again until I tell you to.” He fired up his big Road King and took the trail away from camp that you can’t see unless you follow the tire tracks.
    I dressed and went back outside. The rabbit was completely de-boned. He’d eaten every last piece of meat on it. I almost pissed myself I laughed so hard.
    When I recovered myself I cleaned up and went to do some wash and other tasks I’ve developed a routine for over the last week.
    My mind wandered to his behavior in said time. Odd is an understatement. I can’t tell what he’s trying to accomplish by bringing me up here.
    Then my brain changes gears. His cell phone. He turned it off and tossed it in a black bag when we first got here because it doesn’t get service where we are.
    I fished through the bags, found the phone, and packed a bag for a hike. I headed up the highest mountain I could find.
    Three hours and two mountains later I stopped dead as I took in the fabulous panoramic view. “Wow.” I think I can see Denver from here.
    I stood there soaking up the scene when I saw Turner’s bike. It’s hard to miss because he’s so big, and he’s the only thing moving this way. “Shit.” I’ll never get back before he does. This could suck.
    I lifted up his phone to look for a signal. One bar. I dialed my father’s cell phone.
    The static and cutting in and out was so bad all I was able to communicate was that I was fine, and would see him in a few months. Hopefully. Of course I didn’t add that.
    It’s later than I thought, three-forty. By the time I get back it’ll be dark. With the full moon I’ll be able to see well enough as I get closer to camp to find it. Plus I’ll be able to smell and see the campfire.
    I walked just fast enough to meet my deadline, but not so fast as to beat it. No sense in rushing my punishment. Part of me wants to go back up that last mountain and go down the other side. The smart part knows that’s stupid.

    I didn’t make it all the way back to camp. In fact, I didn’t make it halfway before I heard firm crunching footsteps and knew there was one very angry giant coming looking for me. It’s not like I covered my tracks, so I’m sure it wasn’t hard to figure out which direction I’d gone.
    When he saw me he stopped dead. We just looked at each other. Fight or flight? I asked myself. Does it matter? I bit my lip and started towards him.
    He waited for me instead of meeting me any further.
    I stopped in front of him and looked up into some very angry blue eyes, “I wanted my dad to know I was okay. I took your phone and called him from up there.” I pointed. “It was bad connection, but at least he knows I’m alive and won’t worry.
    “What did you tell him?” He asked in that deep voice.
    “Nothing, I didn’t get a chance. The connection was so bad I just focused on telling him I was okay and would be back in a few months.” I started to walk past him but he bent and threw me over his shoulder.
    “I thought I told you to stay put.” He said walking quickly back to camp. He’ll turn my hour hike into a forty minute walk with those powerful legs.
    He smacked me hard on each butt cheek. “There’s more of that, so don’t start your blubbering already.” He warned.
    I gently and very carefully found the waistband of his boxers, quickly got a grip, and tugged just enough to give him a good wedgie, but not enough to cause pain.
    He dropped me on my feet so fast I stumbled. “I’ve had about enough of your shit.” He warned me.
    “Then take me home!!” I yelled at him.
    “You’re lucky I don’t have time to fuck that mouth of yours.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me tight against him as his now livid eyes bore into mine. “Be very careful testing me woman.”
    “Yeah, for five minutes until you turn, like your name, in some sex staved animal.” I complained tripping over a