A Peachy Plan (EBOOK)

Chapter 1: Frozen in Vermont

Momma Peach loved the winter season even though her home in Georgia did not receive much snow. Still, winter time always made her feel very still and calm inside. She liked mornings full of icy rain and cold temperatures that mandated cups of hot peach cider or hot cocoa laced with peppermint. She liked the way the chimney smoke mingled in with the frigid air, creating a lovely and beautiful friendship that only the months of winter could understand. She liked the way a warm blanket felt over her body while lying in bed cuddled up with her Bible while winter winds howled outside of her window.

She loved the many, many, beautiful gifts winter brought, but the one thing she did not like was being cold. She did not like her nose and toes being cold, not one bit. Enjoying the cold from inside her cozy house was one thing—being frozen stiff was another. For this reason, although the winter landscape around her looked pretty as a picture, Momma Peach frowned, not one bit happy to find herself ankle-deep in snow beside a deserted road in Vermont.

"My nose is going to freeze right off," she complained through chattering teeth. "Oh, give me strength, I am surely going to turn into an iceberg."

Michelle shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and looked out at a wide field blanketed in thick white snow. "The tow truck should be here soon, Momma Peach," she promised and then added in an apologetic voice, as an icy wind ripped at her black ponytail, "The roads are really icy. I didn't mean to skid off the road into this ditch."

"Oh, don't be upset," Momma Peach tried to comfort Michelle. Sure, she thought, the gray rental SUV was stuck real good in a ditch and she was standing out in the middle of nowhere getting soaked by a hard falling snow and being attacked by a cruel wind, but life was full of surprises. So what if her nose froze off and she ended up with pneumonia? So what if she came down with hypothermia and frostbite? "Oh, give me strength," Momma Peach whispered in a desperate voice and quickly pushed her negative thoughts away into the wind. "Michelle, there's no sense in standing in this here blizzard beating yourself silly. Isn't that right, Mr. Sam?"

Michelle looked at Sam. Sam bent down, checking the right front tire on the SUV. Snow covered the poor man's jacket and he appeared just as frozen as Momma Peach felt. "Accidents happen in weather like this," Sam said in a supportive voice. He stood up, knocked snow off his brown cowboy hat, and studied the deserted road. The falling snow mingled with the wind and filled his eyes. White fields and trees outlined with snow stretched to the hills; white, white and more white. Not that he minded the snow. It felt like a nice change. Being a desert man for most of his life, Sam had become accustomed to the heat. The snow and cold felt different, peaceful, inviting; and even mysterious. The snow somehow created an entirely different world before his eyes, a world he had never seen or been part of before. "My, it sure is beautiful."

"Beauty best seen from a nice sofa with a warm fire and a warm cup of coffee in your hands, Sam," she said and hugged the thick winter jacket as bright red as a summer-ripe strawberry. Momma Peach did not care what color it was, just as long as her body stayed warm.

He tossed a look at her and grinned. The poor woman did look like a frostbitten strawberry. He wanted to tease her but thought better of it. Teasing Momma Peach when she shivered with cold was not a good idea unless you wanted to be whacked upside the head with her pocketbook. "Momma Peach, why don't you get back inside the SUV? There's enough gas to run the heater for a while."

She agreed. Even though she dressed like Nanook of the North, she looked absolutely frozen solid. "The tow truck may be a while."

Momma Peach turned her head to the left and then to the right. She saw only snow whirling in every direction and not a village or even a farmhouse in sight. "Now I know what those little snowmen living in them tiny little snow globes feel like," she said and looked over her shoulder at the SUV. "I don't like the smell of that SUV. The person who rented it before us must have forgotten that soap and water are real nice friends. No air freshener in the world can cover that up." she wrinkled her nose. "Pee-yew."

Sam shrugged his shoulders at Michelle. What could he say? Momma Peach had a point, and they all knew it. The inside of the SUV smelled like a gym sock left sweating in a locker. The extra strong rose-scented air freshener he had purchased at a gas station along the way proved no match for the smell, either. It actually made the stench worse. By contrast, the icy air and snow smelled fresh and raw; invigorating. "Yeah, guess I was wrong about hoping a spray can would help get rid of the smell."

She raised a thick red glove up into the air and gestured at the falling snow. "At least you smell good, don't you babies," she spoke to the snowflakes. "At least you—" Momma Peach stopped talking when she caught movement out of the side of her eye. She slowly turned and spotted a fierce bull walking through the field behind the SUV. No fence separated the field from the road and the ditch where they now stood, and the bull aimed its body straight at the SUV. "Uh, Mr. Sam?" she asked in a lowly squeak. "We have ourselves some company."

He swung around, spotted the bull, and froze. The bull stopped and stared at Sam with daring, angry eyes. "Michelle, my gun is in the SUV. Take your gun out and fire a few warning shots into the air," he said in a quick voice.

"I would, but I left my gun in the SUV, too, Sam," she replied in a low voice in order not to startle the bull. The bull did not look like he was in any mood to be nice to three snow-covered strangers. "Everyone ease toward the SUV, nice and slow."

"Nice and slow," Momma Peach swallowed and forced her brown snow boots to move. As soon as her right foot moved, so did the bull. "Oh, give me strength," she whimpered. "Mr. Bull, I ain't done nothing to you. Go back to your home and eat some hay, okay?" The bull stopped moving and stared at Momma Peach.

"Easy now," he said and took a careful step toward the back door of the SUV. The bull's head swiveled to Sam and the animal let out a loud, angry snort. "Easy now, big guy," he said and held his hands up in the air. "I'm a friend." The bull was not interested in being placated. It lowered its head and without warning charged forward, straight at her.

"Oh, help me!" she let out a loud cry and got her short little legs moving down the snowy road. The bull began chasing her. "Oh help me, somebody! I'm about to get bucked to the moon by a deranged bull!"

"Get back to the SUV, Momma Peach!" Michelle yelled, ran to the SUV, yanked open the front passenger door, and found her gun.

She forced her short little legs to run as fast as they could. But when she looked over her shoulder and saw the bull gaining ground, she let out a fierce cry and ran even faster. Rather than show concern for his friend's life that was in danger, Sam was too busy laughing. He saw only a plump, frostbitten strawberry running on short legs through the snow with an angry bull giving chase. "Run, Momma Peach!" he yelled, busting a gut. "Run!"

"Not funny," she slapped him on his shoulder as she ran past him and began firing her gun into the air. "Get out of here! Go on! Get!"

Sam dropped his elbows down onto his knees and grabbed his stomach. "Oh, Momma Peach," he continued laughing.

Momma Peach was too busy running to hear him. But she did hear Michelle begin firing her gun and dared to look over her shoulder a second time. She saw the bull change direction and veer off into the field across the street. "Get!" Michelle continued to yell and emptied an entire clip into the air as she slid to a stop beside Momma Peach. The bull tucked its tail down and made tracks through the field.

"Oh, sweet baby," Momma Peach said, breathing hard. She grabbed her and hugged her. "Oh, how I love you, Michelle."

She hugged her and then pointed at Sam. He had trouble standing upright, still bent over and laughing so hard he thought he might burst into pieces. "It was your idea to bring him," she sighed and shook her head.

Momma Peach spotted Sam with tears of laughter in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes and marched down the road to him. "So me getting my backside chased by a bull is funny, is it, Mr. Sam?" she asked in a tone intended to be threatening. But he continued laughing. She tried to stay mad, but she imagined how she must have looked scuttling down the road, huffing and puffing. She burst out laughing herself. "I guess I did look a bit silly, huh, Sam?"

"Oh, it hurts to laugh," he said with tears still flowing from his eyes. "I'm sorry Momma Peach...I don't mean to laugh...it's just...your little legs can only go so fast, but you were…so determined..." Sam cracked up again.

Michelle walked up to him and shook her head at him. "Sam, really?" she asked. "She could have been hurt."

He looked around. The bull was gone. Now it was time to really have some fun. "Like this, you mean?" he asked and stooped to make a quick snowball with his bare hands, then threw the snowball at her.

"Hey!" Michelle yelled as the snowball exploded against the front of her jacket. "Sam!"

"What are you going to do?" he teased her and scooped more snow into his hands. "What's the matter, afraid of a little snow?" he asked and threw a second snowball at Michelle. The snowball struck her in her face.

Michelle began spitting snow out of her mouth and looked at Momma Peach for help. "Momma Peach, will you control him?" she begged.

She grinned. "Sure," she said and scooped up a handful of snow, ran over to her, and dumped it over her head. "But first you gotta control me!"

"Oh, that's it!" Michelle yelled. She jogged over to the SUV, put her gun away, slapped on a pair of black gloves and turned around. "Now it's on!"

Sam pulled a pair of gray gloves out of his coat and put them on. "We're ready for you, right, Momma Peach?"

"Right, Sam," she laughed and gathered more snow into her hands.

Michelle narrowed her eyes and she packed the snow into a compact snowball. Before they could react, she ran forward, flipped with acrobatic grace, and landed behind Momma Peach. "Take this!" she yelled in a triumphant voice and shoved the snow down the back of Momma Peach's coat. Momma Peach let out a shriek and began dancing around like she was on fire. Michelle turned her attention to him.

"I'm ready for you," Sam laughed and tossed a snowball up into the air and caught it.

She grinned and quickly made another snowball. "You asked for it," she said. Before he could move an inch, Michelle threw it into the air, jumped up, kicked it, and sent the snowball flying right at his face. All Sam remembered before being splatted was thinking that picking a fight with a martial arts expert had not been such a good idea after all. "Victory!" she yelled and began jumping around with her arms in the air.

He wiped snow from his face and looked at her. "I think we've just been put in our place, Momma Peach."

"Don't you speak the truth," she agreed as she shook snow out of the back of her coat.

"Thank you, thank you," Michelle said and made a victorious bow toward Momma Peach and Sam. "I thank you for my victory."

He tossed a wink at her. Momma Peach winked right back. Then in the distance, she spotted a bright red tow truck driving down the snow-covered road. "Ah, here comes our help. It won't be long now before I wrap my hands around a nice hot cup of coffee. Yes, sir and yes ma'am."

"And a donut," she added. "I'm starving."

"I think I'm going to have me a stack of hot flapjacks, some turkey bacon, an omelet, some biscuits and gravy and coffee," Sam said and rubbed his belly. "That little bowl of cereal back at the hotel we stayed at last night didn't do me any good."

She nodded. "You said it. I'm hungry enough to eat me a...well, a bull," she laughed and moved closer to the SUV. Suddenly she did not feel cold anymore. As a matter of fact, she felt very, very happy, standing out in the snow with two people that she loved with all of her heart. "Thank you, Lord," she whispered and watched a frozen he wave at the tow truck and a cold Michelle brush snow from her gloves.

The driver of the tow truck eased up to Sam and rolled down the driver's side window. To Momma Peach's shock, a tough little woman with gray hair who had to be at least sixty years old stuck her head out of the window. "Got here as soon as I could," the woman said in greeting and looked past him toward the SUV. "I'll have you out of that ditch in a hurry."

Sam looked at Momma Peach and she. Michelle shrugged her shoulders. "Uh...sure," he said and watched the woman climb out of the truck dressed in a thick gray snowsuit. "I...I can help if you want."

"I may look old, but let me tell you, I can still pull a vehicle from a ditch," the woman said in a slightly grumpy tone. "How do you think I got this job?" she muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Driving around hoping for cowboys to wander by?" She aimed an amused look at his snow-dusted cowboy hat as she pulled a large wrench out of the toolbox in her truck. "You just stand back and stay out of my way, you hear?"

Sam held his hands up in the air and backed up to the SUV. Thelma nodded and studied the SUV. "Nah, not bad at all," she said and climbed back into her tow truck.

"Now that's my kind of woman," she beamed and nudged him with her elbow. "You better stay out of her way, Mr. Sam, you whippersnapper." Sam blushed, folded his arms, and watched her position the tow truck in front of the SUV. What a morning it had been so far.