The Spanked Wives Club
“No bars.
God damn it.
He needed to call her before she got here. It definitely was not a good day to have the media in town. Though if it were up to Ford, no day would be a good day for the media to be snooping around White Valley. It would only cause trouble, and Ford was one who believed in not rocking the boat, if at all possible.
Especially in his town.
He held up the phone again, raising it higher, hoping even those few extra inches would let him get some kind of service. Cell reception was notoriously bad; the steep cliffs that dove down to the churning foam of the White River snaking through the canyon was a topography not exactly conducive to mobile phone signals. It was only one of the reasons his department still used radios.
He’d pulled his truck over on one of the viewpoint gravel turnouts that lined the highway as it winded its way up the mountain valley. He hoped the precipice over the cool, rushing water would allow him to get at least one short call out.
The staccato d...in of a passing eighteen-wheeler riding his Jake brake momentarily deafened Ford, the roar of the big semi receding as it coasted down the hill toward town.MoreLess
God damn it.
He needed to call her before she got here. It definitely was not a good day to have the media in town. Though if it were up to Ford, no day would be a good day for the media to be snooping around White Valley. It would only cause trouble, and Ford was one who believed in not rocking the boat, if at all possible.
Especially in his town.
He held up the phone again, raising it higher, hoping even those few extra inches would let him get some kind of service. Cell reception was notoriously bad; the steep cliffs that dove down to the churning foam of the White River snaking through the canyon was a topography not exactly conducive to mobile phone signals. It was only one of the reasons his department still used radios.
He’d pulled his truck over on one of the viewpoint gravel turnouts that lined the highway as it winded its way up the mountain valley. He hoped the precipice over the cool, rushing water would allow him to get at least one short call out.
The staccato d...in of a passing eighteen-wheeler riding his Jake brake momentarily deafened Ford, the roar of the big semi receding as it coasted down the hill toward town.MoreLess
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