Country Brides A Little Bit Country/Country Bride

"Help! Fire!" Rorie Campbell cried as she leaped out of the small foreign car. Smoke billowed from beneath the hood, rising like a burnt offering to a disgruntled god. Rorie ran across the road, and a black and white cow ambled through the pasture toward her, stopping at the split-rail fence. Soulful brown eyes studied her, as if the cow wondered what all the commotion was about. "It's not even my car," Rorie said, pointing in the direction of the vehicle. "All of a sudden smoke started coming out." The cow regarded her blankly, chewing its cud, then returned lazily to the shade of a huge oak tree. "I think it's on fire. Dan's going to kill me for this," Rorie muttered as she watched the uninterested animal saunter away."I don't know what to do."There was no water in sight and even if there had been, Rorie didn't have any way of hauling it to the car. She was so desperate,she was talking to a cowand she'd almost expected the creature to advise her. "Howdy." Rorie whirled around to discover a man astride a chestnut stallion. Silhouetted against the warm afternoon sun, he looked like an apparition smiling down at her from the side of the hill opposite Dan's car. "Hello." Rorie's faith in a benign destiny increased tenfold in that moment."Boy, am I glad to see another human being." She'd been on this road for the past two hours and hadn't encountered another car in either direction. "What seems to be the problem?" Leather creaked as the man swung out of the saddle with an ease that bespoke years of experience. "I...I don't know," Rorie said, flapping her hands in frustration."Everything was going just great when all of a sudden the car started smoking like crazy." "That's steam." "Steam! You mean the car isn't on fire?" The man flipped the reins over his horse's head and walked toward the hood of the sports car.It was then that Rorie realized the man wasn't a man at all, but a boy. Sixteen,or possibly a little older.Not that Rorie was particular. She was just grateful someone had stopped. "A friend of mine insisted I drive his MGB up to Seattle." She sighed. "I should've known that if anything went wrong, I'd be at a total loss about what to do. I should've known..." The boy whipped a large blue-starred hankie from the hip pocket of his faded jeans and used it to protect his hand while he raised the hood of her car.The instant he did, a great white cloud of steam swirled up like mist from a graveyard in a horror movie. "I...thought I'd take the scenic route," Rorie explained, frantically waving her hand in front of her face to dispel the vapor."The man at the gas station a hundred miles back said this is beautiful country. He said I'd miss some of the best scenery in Oregon if I stuck to the freeway."Rorie knew she was chattering,but she'd never experienced this type of situation before or felt quite so helpless. "It's not only the best scenery in the state, it tops the whole country, if you ask me," the boy murmured absently while he examined several black hoses beneath the raised hood. Rorie looked at her watch and moaned. If she wasn't in Seattle before six,she'd lose her hotel reservation.This vacation wasn't starting out wellnot at all. And she'd had such high expectations for the next two weeks. "I think you've got a leak in your water pump," the teenager stated, sounding as though he knew what he was talking about."But it's hard to tell with all that fancy stuff they got in these foreign cars. Clay can tell you for sure." "Clay?" "My brother." "Is he a mechanic?" Rorie's hopes soared. "He's done his share of working on cars, but he's not a mechanic." Rorie gnawed on her lower lip as her spirits plummeted again. Her first concern was getting to a phone. She'd make the necessary arrangements to have the car repaired and then call the hotel to ask if they'd hold her room. DepenMacomber, Debbie is the author of 'Country Brides A Little Bit Country/Country Bride', published 2007 under ISBN 9780778323624 and ISBN 0778323625.