All characters having sex are over 18.
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"Charles, I miss you so much!" the woman shouted.
Gail whimpered as tears flowed down her cheeks. She stood on a trail and looked out at a majestic view of Colorado's wilderness and mountains. She stood on the spot where her beloved husband had proposed to her ten years ago, and she had gleefully accepted.
Today her mood was somber. She opened the urn and spread his ashes in one of the most beautiful places in the world. She watched the gray dust blow away. She was spellbound, caught up in the moment, and lost in her memories. That's why she was late in noticing a series of noises behind her, the jaw-popping, woofing, low grumbles, and moans.
The black bear behind her was upset and communicated in his way that Gail should move off the trail. Bears are not patient creatures. He ran to her, and with a single, powerful, round-house swipe of his paw that caught her arm, shoulder, and backpack, he knocked Gail off her feet and sent her tumbling into a ravine.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed. Her head landed with a thud on the frozen ground, and she blacked-out. She rolled down the incline over brush, fallen branches, and ended up in a muddy depression.
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"Goddamn tourist!" Ted cried out as he bent over and picked up an ornate metal container. "Always leaving their trash behind. They've no respect for nature." He stuffed the object in the backpack he always carried.
"Ohhhh."
He heard a low groan coming from the gulley beside the trail. He peered into the ditch and saw a woman lying on her right side covered in mud and forest debris. He heard her moan again.
"Ohhh."
"I hear you. I'm coming," Ted shouted. She didn't respond. Under his breath, he said, "Stupid bitch probably tripped while taking a selfie and now I have to scramble down the hill and rescue her. As if I don't have better things to do."
Ted climbed down to the woman and thought, "At least she's dressed properly. Most townies go for a hike without the proper gear and shoes." He knelt beside her. She was a mess covered with mud, twigs, and leaves. Her skin was cold. Instantly he was worried about hypothermia.
"Hello. My name is Ted. Are you okay?" he said.
She didn't respond to his words or presence. He rolled her over so that he could see her face. She yelped when her butt contacted the ground and quickly turned her body so that she was lying on her left side. That's when he saw claw marks on her right arm and shoulder. He said, "Oh, shit! You've been attacked by a bear!"
He examined the cuts. "These aren't too deep and the bleeding has stopped. You're lucky you had a backpack. It took the brunt of the attack." The nylon/polyester bag showed deep tears.
"That's quite a lump on your head. That would explain while you're groggy." He pushed her lustrous, black hair aside and looked at the bruise and knot on her head.
He checked her pulse, breathing, and peered into her eyes. Her vitals were acceptable and her eyes showed that her general state of health was good. "You got off easy with the bear attack. The beast was satisfied knocking you off the trail and it didn't follow you down here and eat you.
"I expect you've got some bruises, cuts, and scraps. Did you break anything?" There was no response. He continued talking to her. "You may have a concussion. Sorry, I don't have my satellite phone so I can't call the mountain rescue squad."
Ted tapped on her cheeks and said loudly, "Hello. Wake up."
"Mmm," she moaned but didn't regain consciousness.
"The sky is dark and cloudy," he said. "The weather's changing for the worse." As he spoke those words, snow began to fall in abundance. "Great! It's snowing!" he said sarcastically. "I don't know how long you've been out here lying here. Your declining body temperature is concerning.
"I have a cabin nearby. We should go there, but I'd like you to regain consciousness. Moving could cause more problems if you're seriously hurt. We're shit out of luck if you have head trauma. There's no way I can stabilize your neck."
He frowned, unzipped her coat, and said, "I need to check for broken bones before I move you." He ran his hands across her ribs, breasts, collar bone, and neck, pressing and assessing. He did the same to her arms and legs. When he applied pressure on her right foot and ankle, she moaned.
"You don't like me touching you there." He studied them and touched the area lightly. "You have swelling and tenderness."
He rolled her over so she laid on her frontside and said, "What's this? A stick has punched a hole in your pants." He got out his knife and enlarged the hole and saw dark blood on her underwear. The branch had penetrated her skin.
"This explains why you don't want to be on your back. You don't seem to be actively bleeding. That could be because the stick missed important blood vessels or because the wood is pressing on the artery or vein impeding the flow of blood. I'm not going to pull the stick out for fear of discovering that the latter is the case."
He ran his hands along her back, butt, and legs checking for broken bones.
"I didn't find any injuries that require immediate attention. The weather forecast is for bitter cold and eighteen to twenty inches of snow. If I do a fireman's carry I won't put any pressure on your butt, shoulder, and ankle. I think we have to take the risk and get you out of here. It's not a perfect option, but you need to be somewhere warm where I can deal with the injuries I've identified."
He pulled on her good arm and as she rose off the ground he shot an arm through her crotch. He balanced her across his shoulder and carefully carried her up the hill.
"My place is not far," he said breathily. He walked through the falling snow for twenty minutes. When he came upon his secluded cabin, he used his free hand to unlock the front door, pushed it open, ducked, and brought her inside.
"I'd put you on the sofa, but it's new and you're covered in mud," he said as he slowly, carefully set her on the floor by the fireplace on her stomach.
"I'll fix you up in a minute. First, I'll make a bigger fire," he said. He brought wood inside and added three logs to the existing fire. "The room will get warmer," he said as he used the fireplace poker to move the logs around, introduce more oxygen, and make the fire burn more efficiently.
"You thirsty? I'm getting a glass of water. I'll wash my hands, get that stick out of your ass, and deal with your other injuries." She didn't answer.
He washed his hands and got them both some water. He put hers on the coffee table in front of the sofa and drank deeply from his glass. He removed his coat.
As he got the first-aid kit, towels, washcloths, a bowl of water, and a large pair of scissors, he said, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to cut your clothes off. Unless you can tell me where it hurts and how badly it hurts, I have to examine you from head to toe. It is concerning that you've been unconscious since I found you."
He set the supplies beside Gail and said, "Last chance...HEY LADY! WAKE UP!"
She didn't respond to his shout. Ted removed her gloves, shoes, and socks. He started cutting her pants at her ankle and did both legs up to and including the waistband. Next, he cut her coat and flannel shirt so that he had complete access to her body. He snipped through her sports bra and panties. The stranger lay naked in front of him.
