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- Authors: Sadie King
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- Genre: Contemporary Short Stories
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CALVIN
The gravelly strains of Johnny Cash crackle through the car speakers,
singing about sorrow and redemption as I tap along on the steering
wheel. The late morning sun spills through the autumn-tainted trees,
bathing the road in gold dappled light.
I’ve been patrolling these roads for the last six years, ever since I came
back from the armed forces and settled on the side of Wild Heart Mountain,
but the beauty of a sunny fall morning gets me every time.
Maybe it’s the red maple trees that line this section of the road, or the
cliff edge that drops dramatically to the forest below, or the harsh crags of
rock that jut out in jaunty angles amongst the greenery, but the scenery here
never ceases to take my breath away and calm my soul. And as sheriff of
Wild, I need all the calm I can get.
I helped my buddy Symon, who’s the Mountain Ranger, check hunting
licenses this morning, starting early at the camping sites up on the ridge.
It’s the same groups who come back every year, and most have the
correct paperwork and respect the animals and the environment, but there
are always a few who try to hunt without a license.
There was one this morning, a young guy who didn’t have a license and
was getting aggressive. When I checked his truck for good measure, I found
a bag of pot in the glove box. That’s the kind of idiot I don’t need on my
mountain. I don’t care about the tourists who have a puff around the
campfire. Unless they’re being rowdy, I ignore the sweet scent of weed
when I do night patrols. But getting high and handling a firearm? Not on
my mountain.
I took him in and booked him, which he wasn’t happy about. Kept
going on about his rights, but it’s the rights of everyone else on the
mountain I care about.
There’s a serpentine curve in the road, and I slow down for the corners.
Travelling these roads day in and day out means I could drive with my eyes
closed and never miss a turn, not that I would.
I’ve handed out three speeding tickets today already and run
breathalyzers on five people before they set off from the campground. All
tested within the limit, but the message is clear. I don’t tolerate drinking or
speeding on my mountain.
The locals know it, but the tourists are another matter.
After the hairpin turn, there’s a straight stretch. I hate this part of the
road. Drivers speed up, assuming the twists and turns are behind them, then
get caught at the next corner. I’ve had to pull more than one car out of the
bushes along the shoulder. Thankfully, no one has ever gone right over.
I slow down in anticipation, never knowing what I’m going to find
around the corner.
However, it’s not a car this time but a woman on the side of the road.
She’s walking on the side of the cliff drop with her back to the
oncoming cars and her thumb sticking out. She doesn’t even look behind
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