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shoulder still and allowed the pain caused by her climb to recede, she glanced around the small area built into the tree. |
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She'd never been up here. The stand had been off limits when she'd lived at the cabin with her father. This section of the woods was his place and, as such, she would never have been welcome. But Ed wasn't here; so he'd never know. |
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D.J. surveyed the area from her bird's-eye view. Interesting how different the world looked from such a height. |
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She sat down on the small folding chair. Her eyes widened. From this vantage point, she could see the cabin clear as day. |
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Surprising. She'd always thought her father abandoned her to her fate when he retreated here. But from the location of this chair, he'd been watching the cabin the whole time. |
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D.J. stood and moved to the end of the platform. From this position the trees obscured the house. No, he'd have to have been sitting to see the cabinand that's what you did the most while in a tree standyou sat and waited and remained quiet. She'd never understood his obsession with bow hunting. |
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"Care to explain your behavior, dear?" |
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The voice, coming out of the peaceful silence, made D.J. jump, even though she knew who spoke. Her boot slid off the edge of the tree stand. She flailed her arms for purchase, but this close to the edge there was nothing to grab onto. With a strangled little scream she fell forward into the open air. |
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