As the TV station went to commercial, Jordan turned to Gwen to commiserate. That's when she saw how pale Gwen had become as she clutched the back of a folding chair with trembling hands.
"Gwen!" cried Jordan as she rushed to her friend and gently held her in her arms. "Sit down. Charlie, get some water. Relax, Gwen. We both know how smart and tough Steve is. Don't give up hope. Never give up on him!"
"I've been trying to stay positive. I really have, but they've got Steve pinned down in some hell hole and they're doing their damndest to kill him! I don't know what I'll do if Steve dies," sobbed Gwen.
Charlie rushed up with a bottle of water and handed it to Gwen. Paula and Kate practically ran into the building just as Gwen made an effort to sip some water. Seeing Gwen's pallid, tear strained face, Paula's heart went out to her daughter. Paula wiped the tears from her own eyes as she pulled Gwen's head to her bosom and did her best to sooth her daughter's anguish.
"We just saw the news. This is a difficult time for you, for all of us, but we've got to remember what's important here. And that's Steve. He's alive and he's fighting. It sounds like he's giving them a hell of a fight, and that's because he has to come back to you, Gwen. We've both heard him tell how he thought of you when he dove into the river that day you two saved those kids. He thought of you when he walked into the gym to shoot it out with those horrible terrorists. When he moved to the front of the stage at graduation, it was to protect you.
"You're his purpose in life, his reason to live, and he will live. He'll come back to you, because he has to, because it's what he does, just like you told Amber the other day. This is no time for us to falter. He's never needed us more. He especially needs you. Be strong. Don't let anyone see your resolve weaken."
"Your boyfriend is freaking Steve Hammer!" exclaimed Kate. "That's enough said on that subject. We need to get ready to welcome him and Jason home. Now that this whole thing has come to a head and they caught up with him, Steve'll kill that fat, drug pushing bastard. Remember when you told Amber in a TV interview that Steve would kill that terrorist that threatened Lisa, even with his hands bound? And he did? I'm telling you here and now that Steve'll plant that fat fu... piece of human waste six feet deep under before this is over."
"It sounds crazy, but I think you could be right," croaked Gwen as she wiped her face. "Catching Steve was the dumbest thing that cartel could have done. They just said that casualties were high. That means the damn thugs are dropping like flies down there. Steve's mad and he's kicking ass. But it may be my fault that he's pinned down.
"I've been thinking about how Hardy might have found out about Steve being on the ground in Colombia, and I realized it was probably because of me. That day it all went down, we were at the restaurant. I spoke so freely about the situation. I never even considered that it wasn't good to have the public know the truth. I'm afraid my thoughtlessness helped put Steve in this situation. I feel horrible about it," worried Gwen.
"Don't even think that!" replied Jordan with emotion. "You were concerned about the guy. We all were. If there's one thing I've learned from you and Steve; it's that the truth is always best. You have no way of knowing how Hardy found out, how it has affected Steve, or how it'll play out in the end. I do know this. Steve would never want you to feel guilty about it. You've saved his life a couple of times and he loves you dearly. You need to dig down and find the same courage you had that day you jumped into Emerson River to save him. He needs you to be strong and positive. You're the one everyone turns to in times like this. Shake this off and think about helping that guy any way you can."
"Thanks, Jordan. Thanks Kate, and especially you, Mom," responded Gwen as she wiped more tears from her face and gathered her poise. "I got a little weak there, but I'm feeling better now. Steve wouldn't want me moping around and he'd especially not want me crying. God, I love that man!"
Steve had increased his vigilance since finding the reward poster earlier in the afternoon. He kept a close eye on the road and had the girls hide anytime he detected any movement along the narrow highway. Once it was full dark, they walked along the road, leaving it only when they saw headlights approaching. They covered over fifteen miles by the time the sun began peeking over the horizon. Once again, the trio retreated to the relative safety of the jungle to rest and hide from prying eyes.
Steve no longer felt self conscious as the girls prepared to lie alongside him. He pulled off his flak jacket and stretched it out for a pillow, hard as it was. Roxie quickly pulled off the shirt Steve had given her and smoothed it out over the jacket. She had been doing that for the past two days. The first time she did it, Steve asked her what she thought she was doing.
"My face was sweating like crazy from your jacket yesterday. From now on we'll use this shirt like a pillow case. It'll be a lot more comfortable. You said that there'd be no sex, or even discussions about it, so this shouldn't be a problem. It's just a practical solution to our problem of sleeping in this heat," replied Roxie with a slight smirk.
Since that day, Steve and Roxie were both bare-chested when they lay down to sleep. He was almost in dreamland when Roxie decided to ask him a question. Steve chuckled to himself as he thought about the times that Gwen had done the same thing. He wondered if all women liked to wait for a man to fall asleep before trying to talk to him.
"I was wondering if your July 4th weekend bike ride tradition really started from an idea of Jordan's, like I read on the internet. Was that her idea, or did you think of it?" asked Roxie with genuine interest. "It sounds like something you'd do."
"I can't take any credit for that," admitted Steve as he recalled that hot July day. He had completed his first year at the Academy and was in Sparta for the long July 4th weekend. It was Saturday morning, July 3rd and he and his group of friends had planned on riding their Harleys for a few hours. They were at Marsh's Landing having breakfast before beginning their trip. Suddenly, Jordan left the table and walked over to be closer to a television set. When the story she was watching ended, she rejoined her friends.
"There are two kids lost in Grant State Park. They're just six and seven years old. The really upsetting thing is that the parents are from Pakistan. They're American citizens now but the park rangers and police are having trouble getting enough volunteers to help look for the kids. I'm not sure if it's because it's a holiday, that it's pretty far from populated areas, or if people aren't as willing to help immigrants. It's not fair for those two kids, or their parents."
"That's a big park," pointed out Charlie. "It covers thousands of acres. It would take a lot of people to search it properly. Where's this leading, Jordan?"