back where they came from. “We hit the Broad Oaks Country Club gate by accident, and it’s banged up pretty badly. We figured if we came this way, we’d find some shelter. I’m Barb. Our friend here is hurt.”
“Why did you think anyone would be down here? I’m the only one who lives here year round, at this corner of the lake,” he asked.
“We didn’t have much choice,” Barb answered.
"Where are you people from?"
"We all live around Reno-Sparks and were on our way to our colleges in San Francisco. Ruth here thought we could stop at her grandfather's cabin, which was supposed to be around here somewhere. Can you help us?"
"Yes. Of course," he answered. "My cabin is just a few hundred feet this way.” He noticed they all looked exhausted from carrying bags and walking so far. Broad Oaks wasn’t too far away, but in this weather, and on foot, they had to be running on empty.
“Here. Hold the rifle. Let me carry her." He passed the rifle to the young woman helping the other injured lady. She held it at the barrel with both hands, away from her body like it was nuclear waste or something equally dangerous. It was clear she had never held a weapon before. At least she’s not likely to try anything , he thought. They were strangers, after all.
As Andrew moved close to pick up the young lady who was hurt, they made eye contact and both froze for a moment. There was something so familiar in her eyes. He’d have to find out why he seemed to know her later.
"Okay let's go. The cabin is this way."
He led them across the barely visible path, carrying the woman in his arms. As exhausted as the rest of them seemed, they kept his pace. Within minutes, they were at his driveway and up on the front porch. The front door was unlocked, so he turned his body carefully to open it without potentially hurting the injured lady’s leg any more than it already was.
"Come in," he called to them. "The fireplace is in the room on your left."
He took the injured lady to the easy chair closest to the fireplace, and set her down slowly. She pulled back her parka hood and craned her long, slender neck to look up at him with the biggest, palest green eyes. He was certain he had seen her before. He just couldn’t remember where.
"Let me get my doctor's bag," he said softly, as if by instinct. He regretted saying it the moment the words passed his lips.
"You're a doctor?" the woman asked.
"I don't practice anymore," he mumbled gruffly as he walked away and down the hallway.
Andrew was not looking forward to this unexpected group of visitors. They haven't even been here for a minute and already I’m getting questions about my past . He hoped the conversation would be kept at a minimum and that soon, he would have his solitude again. He pulled his medical bag from the lower shelf of the walk-in closet and hurried back to the living room. The group had clustered together to soak up the warmth of the fire. Only the injured young lady noticed when he walked back in. Where do I know her from? She seemed so familiar.
He knelt beside the chair and looked over to the kids at the fireplace.
"You," Andrew called to the tall, blonde man who had been helping the injured woman. "Slide that ottoman over here to elevate her ankle. And when you're finished, the kitchen is on the other side of the front door. Get me an ice pack from the fridge."
"Sure thing," the young man answered as he dragged the ottoman in front of the chair and gently propped her injured leg on it.
Andrew slowly took off her boot, and began to remove her sock. He touched her injured foot gently, and when she jumped in reaction to the pain, he stopped and got a pair of scissors from the bag.
"Sorry, I'll have to cut your sock off.," he looked up and said to her. "Not to worry, I'll replace it."
"It’s okay," she answered. "These were supposed to be my lucky socks. Now, I’m not so sure anymore.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I'm a licensed registered nurse. I