Chapter 3
Heather Woods
Jim had allowed himself a nap on the first connection, but fought hard to stay awake during the second leg of his eight-hour flight. He meant to see what he could of The Blue Mountains from up high, on his way to the Lewiston, Idaho airport, just across the Idaho/Washington border from Asotin. Not far at all from where his trek to The Devil’s Tail was to start. Jim knew from experience if he allowed himself to drift off, he wouldn’t wake until touchdown, and he’d miss the view.
To that end he’d gulped cup after cup of strong, bitter airline coffee, and found himself fantasizing about the pretty blonde woman sitting in the opposite row, near the cabin. He wasn’t the only one to notice her. After making cruising altitude and giving his obligatory speech over th
