Escape From Fire Mountain
“By the time she unsaddled him and made it to the house she was thoroughly drenched. Water ran off her hair and clothes and made puddles on the floor.
The lightning was worse now, striking every few minutes. Nikki looked out the narrow window next to the front door. Another flash popped near the barn, and the ground turned a ghostly white.
Nikki leaned against the wall to catch her breath, wondering what to do about the poachers. “The sheriff,” she whispered out loud. Leaving a wet trail, she headed for the kitchen and picked up the phone.
It was dead.
“Oh great.” Nikki brushed a piece of long blond hair out of her eyes. She snapped her fingers. “The CB.” It didn't have great range, but it would be worth a try.
She ran to her dad's office and had just turned the doorknob when she heard the radio squelch. A garbled voice crackled through the static.
“… please anybody … fire … need help, over.”
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