“This is some gully washer” I say to my daughter as she sits next to me in the truck as we bump along the dirt road sloshing from time to time as we try and maintain traction on our way up the mountain.
“Maybe we should pull over and wait it out” my daughter says as she is always the more timid of us.
“I thought of that but there has not been anywhere to pull over at and as you can see we are near the top so then it will be easy downhill from there to the cabin” I reply looking over at her.
She is wearing her camo shorts which at one time were regular fatigue pants but she cut them up. Her leg band of her panties is visible at the slit that goes up the side and her legs are curled under her making them tighter.
Currently, she is barefoot and she is wearing a bathing suit top under the fly vest to complete her outfit. To say she is a charmer is an understatement and we have always flirted a little and teased some though never crossed any lines as of yet.
“Relax” I tell her in my calming dad knows all voice as he descend the mountain finally and the rain picks up.
In the next turn I hear the sound you never want to hear going down a slippery road, the front tire blows sending us careening off the road and through the brush. Like a man possessed I struggle with the steering wheel as we bound down the mountain bouncing off boulders and trees along the way.
I am deafened by my daughters screams as we fly into the air and then WUMP into soft mud and slide another 100 feet before stopping lying on our sides.
“Are you okay” I ask her.
“My leg" she cries, "it really hurts.”
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