It had finally come, the first real snow of winter. Robert Jeffries knew she would come with it, as she had ever since they’d met ten years ago. He had only been fifteen then. He’d gotten into another argument with Mom and stormed out the door and into the snow. He wasn’t thinking and he was over a mile from their cabin, with the town a three-hour walk away, when he realized he wasn’t going to make it back.
His feet and hands were numb. He was trembling. The sun was low on the western horizon. The worst thing was that he was lost. He’d stumbled, falling off the path, gotten turned around, disoriented. If he couldn’t make it back home by dark, he was going to die.
“Man-child, what brings you out into my Father’s domain so ill prepared?”
Robert had been hanging onto the trunk of a tree so he wouldn’t collapse in the snow. He looked toward the voice. If she had a place nearby, he was saved.
Then he saw her.
“I’ve got to be dreaming,” he said, teeth chattering between blue lips.
She was beautiful, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Her skin the color of alabaster, her hair long, just very slightly yellowish, or was it picking up the light of a dying sun? If her eyes had any color at all, they were blue, but the blue of a mountain stream, one just on the verge of freezing. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, not even shoes or boots, and yet she seemed perfectly comfortable and at home among the ice and snow.
“Please…please help me.”
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