Fates Hands

Chapter 66

Chapter 1–Book 2 (Just a Girl Alone)

Ok, here is the start of the next book, there will be three total. I decided to just post them here with The

Spare as a bundle.

Book 2 “Just a Girl Alone”

by Lori Ameling

Chapter 1 Book 2****

Hello there, my name is November Jane Fosters. I got my name because my mother didn‘t have a

name for me, so she used the month I was born in. My middle name was from the name tag of my

mothers nurse.

My mother is Katherine Ariel Fosters, sorry I don‘t know who my father was. Though through the years

I have

. had several failed attemps by my mothers boy friends. They were all losers of course. My mother

knew how to really pick ‘em.

Of, course she went and married the last one, he is a really nice guy, deep down, realllyyyy Deeep

Down. Oh, who am I kidding, he is a worthless, asshole piece of shit from the bottom of a well used

porta potty. Kinda looks like it too.

He likes to beat my mom and steal money from me. He is more successful at the first one. I am a little

smarter than my mother. Alcohol has ruined her brain.

The worthless crap is my sorta step father, his name is James Springer. He is a creeper if there ever

was one. He is always saying nasty things to me, it is only a matter of time before he tries something. I

do have to

sleep, even though the door is locked and I have everything piled infront of it while I sleep.

Still those kind of shits, always seem to have the knowledge to find ways to be bad. Why can‘t they use

their devious minds to find a damn job.

We live kinda in the middle of nowhere, well ok, not exactly but we can see it from the back door

anyway. I walk five miles down the road and meet up with Maggi, she is a middle aged woman, who

works at a motel on the out skirts of town. It is actually a collection of little cabins, I work with her to

clean them. 2

I don‘t make a lot of money but I do make enough to hide away, I give mom and dear old step dad

twenty bucks a week. I get paid around one hundred and fifty a week. If he only knew.

.

I have been saving up my money, I have bought some camping survival type gear and a back pack,

just in case things go really bad, I can just run to the woods and make my way from there.

Still James disappears for a couple days at a time. When mom asks him where he has been, he just

slugs her in the face and asks where is dinner.

It is odd, sometimes he has blood on his clothes. Not sure I really want to know what the piece of shit is

doing for three days, it isn‘t working on a job or looking for one. He always has cash though when he

returns.

As it turns out though sometimes fate shows you whats up anyway, whether you wish to know or not.

Believe me when I tell you, that I never thought that what I found would change my life forever.

Jack Dawson was finally going on his walkabout, he couldn‘t wait, it had been a long time since he has

had any peace. Not that he minded that his Clan has gotten bigger, the adopted children were doing

great. I

Everything was in order, his second Sam, short for Samson Tolver. Was going to be taking care of

things while he was away. He was also taking care of his boys. They were tramatized by all that

happend to them, with some love, care and purpose they are getting better. 2

There were a couple of hidden holes for Jack should he need it, there were burner phones inside the

packs in case he had an emergency. The packs mostly consisted of some food, fuel source, a couple

of solar blankets and of course some clothes.

He won’t be taking anything with

He won‘t be taking anything with him, he was going to be in his Grizzly, Brutus. Brutus was over the

moon with this idea. He hadn‘t been

out for a long run in a long time. Brutus was a golden with silver tipped fur grizzly bear. He was a smart

ass most of the time. A pain in the ass the other times.

He was a very wise and soft hearted bear. He was also a brutal fighter. Down right nasty lethal when

he was pissed or protecting cubs. He also had a huge sweet tooth, especialy for cinnamon rolls with all

the sticky icing. 2

He laughed when he felt Brutus perk up when Jack thought of cinnamon rolls.

“You are just going to have to suck it up till we get back, there won‘t be any cinnamon rolls or sticky

buns where

we are going.”

“Stick it up your ass, Jack!” ~

The usual reply from his Bear when he wasn‘t getting what he wanted.

Jack was 25 now and had yet to find a mate, for bears it isn‘t so certain as it is with perhaps wolves or

other were species. Yes, they will know, though not until they mate with them for the first time. Like all

relationship issue‘s. It is a little complicated. 3

Still he was out and on his way by early morning, Brutus was having the time of his life, sniffing

everything. Taking a swim and then eating some wild blueberries. Marking trees with his claws.

Everything a normal bear likes to do, as well as napping in the sun.

It is going to be the best walkabout he has ever had. He can feel the fresh

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we are going.”

“Stick it up your ass, Jack!”

The usual reply from his Bear when he wasn‘t getting what he wanted.

Jack was 25 now and had yet to find a mate, for bears it isn‘t so certain as it is with perhaps wolves or

other were‘ species. Yes, they will know, though not until they mate with them for the first time. Like all

relationship issue‘s. It is a little complicated.

Still he was out and on his way by early morning, Brutus was having the time of his life, sniffing

everything. Taking a swim and then eating some wild blueberries. Marking trees with his claws.

Everything a normal bear likes to do, as well as napping in the sun.

he has ever had. He can feel the fresh

Avery Endstead was the local sheriff and drug dealer. His jurisdiction was vast because of the rual

nature of his area.

That made him what he liked to think of as kind of a god. He was the only law enforcement for a

hundred mile radius, sure if he needed help he could always just call the staties.

No way was he going to do that though, he had too good of an operation going on to do something as

stupid as calling the state patrol. Avery and his friend James had a good thing going here.

He was making a nice little stack of cash for his retirement and if anyone found out too much or got in

the way, his old pal James would take care of it for him.

He knew what James did for his little

hobbie, he was willing to look the other way though. Just some stupid bitches and some snot nosed

brats, what did he care. He didn‘t get them in his area, he only buried them here.

He was curious though what it would be like to do something like that, maybe some day he will ask

James if he could tag along on one of his hobby runs.

He did wonder why James married that Kathy woman, her daughter he could understand she was a

fine piece of ass but the mother holy catfish, was as ugly as mr. potato head with two weeks of rot in a

dark basement.

I suppose though that is what happens to you, when you spend your day with captain morgan and go

to bed with jack daniels.

He couldn‘t understand though, why

James was not trying something with the daughter. Maybe it was all that raven black hair. He did seem

to prefer blonds and red heads. Sigh, trying to figure out what was going on in that perverts head was

like trying to baptise a cat.

He pulled up to the cabin in the woods where James kept his, what he called specials. With a sigh he

honked the horn, so he could give James a ride home. Till he gets another itch to scratch anyway.

FBI special Agent David Whitmore was on his way to Argon County to talk with the local Sheriff about

to see if he has had any missing women or children in his area. There have been reports in every

county surrounding Argon county, none though in Argon itself.

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As an experienced Agent his gut instinct says that either they know something or the kidnapper is living

there. Even possibly both. He thought that the missing women might also unfortunately be dead. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

The longer a kidnapped victim is gone the more likely they will not be found alive. Then there is always

the case of trafficking. That was to David the worst thing you could do, next to being a serial killer.

Something about this case was bugging him and his Bear Jin. Jin thinks that a bear might be involved.

That is why they are heading for Argon county clear up in the middle of nowhere. His youngest brother

used to go to school with another Grizzly werebear, Jack Dawson was his name.

David wondered if he was still

around. Perhaps being a bear himself he might lend a hand or have some useful information. His

youngest brother Danny, was killed in a car accident three years ago. After Danny was killed, David

didn‘t have any more family. It‘s just him now.

He was the oldest of three boys, Danny was born third, the second was Devon he died when he was

ten years old from drowing in the river under the ice. 2

David was 47 years old, he knew that the time for finding a mate had long since past. Jin even

accepted that they were going to remain bachelors. Not so bad really, though when he retires it is going

to be lonely. (2)

Who know‘s maybe he will find himself a nice round pretty gal and have a companion for when he is

done working

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