The Wilderness

By Phyllis Bohonis

Thinking the pristine woodlands and peaceful river would give her the sanctuary she desperately needs, Hannah Davidson, a 56-year-old divorcee, flees from southern Ontario to a northern Canadian wilderness. She soon learns that the four-legged creatures lurking in the shadows are not the only predators to fear. There’s a terror outside trying to move inside — or is it just her imagination?

When the wilderness closes in and her own sanity is in doubt, her nearest neighbor, the handsome Nelson Everett, is always there offering advice, comfort and sanc­tuary. After she disappears, her family looks sus­piciously at him. Is she an accidental victim of the wilderness or has she been taken?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phyllis Bohonis
• Release date: Nov 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9780992061630

Phyllis Bohonis

Phyllis Bohonis was born in Saskatchewan, lived most of her life in Thunder Bay, Ontario, then moved to Ottawa where she lives in retirement near her family. Her education and career path were in accounting but her passion has always been to work with words, not numbers.Phyllis has travelled extensively in Canada and the USA so some of her favorite places are the inspiration for settings in her novels. Fire in the Foothills, her first novel, has been followed by six others, the most recent is Never Marry a Farmer. Her eighth novel is due for release in 2021.

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Chapter 1

The questions were getting personal. Hannah resented being interrogated by someone who’d probably repeat what she learned to anyone who would listen. Her reasons for being here were her own. Escape and seclusion. She knew Edie was just being friendly, but when the waitress’s attention was diverted by the arrival of another customer, Hannah relaxed.

Hey, Mr. Everett. I was beginning to think you’d left the country. A good-looking, gray-haired man slid into an adjacent booth. Edie moved to his table, righted the upside-down cup and filled it with coffee. Are you staying for lunch?

She received a smile from Mr. Everett who then nodded politely in Hannah’s direction before turning to the daily-special board. After exchanging some friendly banter, the young woman took his order and disappeared through the swinging door into the kitchen.

The newcomer took a long sip from his cup then headed through another doorway into the adjoining general store. He returned with an armful of mail. The number of envelopes gave credence to Edie’s earlier comment.

His brow made V-shaped creases in a well-tanned forehead as he sorted his mail. Hannah’s gaze took in his equally tanned hands. The left one sported a wedding ring. Of course, a good-looking man like you would be married. As if he’d heard her thoughts, his hazel eyes lifted and caught her staring.

She had no alternative but to flash him a friendly smile and comment on the soup. This soup is delicious? Really, Hannah. Couldn’t you do any better than that?

Just then, Edie, ponytail bouncing, burst back through the kitchen door with a steaming bowl of soup in one hand and packaged crackers in the other. Mr. Everett murmured something in Hannah’s direction that sounded like it usually is, then turned his attention to his meal.

A couple of truckers who appeared to be regulars occupied stools at the counter and started teasing Edie about taking her into Thunder Bay to find her a boyfriend. She seemed to enjoy their attention while she cut a couple of pies into wedges before placing them in the refrigerated display case. A few of their comments drew blushes, but she gave as good as she got all the while wiping and polishing the counters and shelves around her.

One of the first things Hannah had noticed about the restaurant was its cleanliness. That the meals were delicious and generous was a bonus so she always stayed to eat when picking up her mail. She slid sideways from her booth and walked to the cash register. After exchanging a couple more pleasantries with Edie, she turned toward the man in the booth only to see him engrossed in the contents of one of his envelopes. Without further attempt at conversation, she wandered through the doorway to the general store.

Unnoticed, Mr. Everett paused from his reading long enough to peruse her gently swaying hips and nicely muscled legs.

She picked up her mail and several items of fresh produce then went outside to the Blazer. Hannah turned on the air-conditioner before depositing her groceries in the back of the vehicle.

With only two weeks to accumulate, her items of mail were definitely fewer than Mr. Everett’s and probably not as interesting. The only correspondence to catch up with her was this month’s copy of Canadian Living magazine and a notice that the fall Sears catalogue was now available. There were no Sears stores along the full length of the well-wooded highway, so she tossed the card into the nearby trash and her magazine onto the front seat of the Blazer.

Leaving the parking lot, she marveled at how bright the June sun was in northwestern Ontario, and reached for her sunglasses. Even on the hottest, sunniest days in the Golden Horseshoe of southern Ontario, there was always a haze. Not only was the sun brighter here, but the sky was a deeper blue and the air definitely fresher. Content with having made the right decision to move into The Wilderness, as her family called it, Hannah watched for the road that would take her back to her summer rental.

Yep. Let these people ask all the questions they want as long as they don’t ask why I’m here. I’m sure they’re very curious about the woman living in the Carver cottage all by herself.

As she passed a large well-kept house about twelve miles down the highway, she switched on her left-turn signal. Her log cottage was about a half mile in. The road eventually ended at a small lake about a mile farther along. She knew someone lived in a waterfront cottage at the end of the road, but she hadn’t seen the owner yet.

Her cottage was situated on the grassy bank of a slow-moving river which flowed into the lake. The entrance to her driveway was almost hidden by enormous spruce trees and heavy underbrush. Only after driving along a couple hundred feet of curving lane could you spot the house itself. If it weren’t for the open lawn between the house and the river, the forest would have engulfed the rustic-seeming log cottage. She had been assured privacy by the owner and had been delighted to find the building certainly was secluded enough. Campers, boaters, swimmers and close neighbors were not on her list of must-haves. Her only requirements had been electricity and indoor plumbing—both of which she was enjoying. The owner of the property was a wealthy American whose wife had wanted conveniences. It must have cost a fortune to run the Hydro lines from the highway to the house, but Hannah was happy they had. Upon learning that the house had been equipped with a television and a music system, it was an easy decision to lease it. It was a bonus to have a Jacuzzi tub in the spacious bathroom. It would provide a welcome break from writing.

The place boasted two medium-size bedrooms, a great-room that included a comfortable living area with ample space in one corner for a round, natural pine table that would seat ten easily. The kitchen was equipped with a propane stove and refrigerator, plus a small electric chest-type freezer. The only amenities lacking were central air and a dishwasher. The natural-stained deck was large enough to host a Texas barbecue but partying was not on Hannah’s agenda. It was the solitude that had prompted her to sign the lease. It gave her a feeling of security to know there were two neighbors and a general store and restaurant all within several miles of her place. However, just the knowledge they were there was enough, she didn’t need nor want to become best friends with any of them.

After washing her produce and placing the meat in the freezer, Hannah changed into shorts and stretched out on a chaise longue on the deck to page through her magazine. Catching herself reading the same page three times, she gave up with a sigh.

Why did I even bother to phone home? she asked aloud. I knew what the response would be. ‘Why are you doing this to us? Don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself, Hannah? You are so selfish. You can’t tell me you’re enjoying it up there in the wilderness. I understand the mosquitoes are as big as houseflies—you’ll probably contract West Nile Virus. Then what will we do? Who will even know where to find you? Yadda, yadda, yadda.’ Hannah’s mother still talked to her as though she were a brainless, irresponsible child. At fifty-six, with silver threaded through her short brown hair, and five grandchildren always needing her attention, Hannah felt every year of her age. Next time I phone home I’ll do it on a weekday when nobody’s home and I can just leave a message.

Laughing at herself for talking out loud, she thought, I just hope by summer’s end, I’m not having two-sided conversations.

Angry for letting the phone call get to her, she went inside and placed her favorite Rod Stewart CD in the player, then mixed herself a tall iced tea. Fortified with soft sexy love songs in the background and a long cool drink in her hand, she returned once again to the deck from where she could see that a porcupine was now making its way along the tree line at the edge of her property. Someone had told her once that porcupines could climb incredibly high trees. While doubting the validity of it, she hoped to witness this feat for herself before the summer ended. Watching this one lumber along at a slow and steady pace, she wondered how in the world it could pull all that weight up a tree on those short legs.

Hannah was startled by a buzzing in her ears and noticed that several hornets were bumping along the wall above her. They disappeared into a crevice in the eaves over her head. A look at her watch told her she had relaxed long enough.

Get to work, old girl.

Several hours later, eyes strained and back stiff, Hannah decided it was time to shut down her computer and prepare supper. She sliced the chicken breast left from the night before, laid it on a plate, then added mayonnaise mixed with mustard and sweet-pickle juice to chopped salad greens. The magic of satellite receivers allowed her the luxury of watching the evening news while eating her meal.

Later in the evening, Hannah noticed a pair of ducks on the river and went outside to watch them. At this time of year and so far north, the sun set late, the last colorful rays not fading until almost 11:00 PM. As soon as the sun started its retreat into the horizon, the mosquito nightshift came out in full force. She retreated inside.

After her bath, Hannah realized she must have left her newly purchased moisture lotion in the car. Needing it for her nightly bedtime ritual, she wrapped herself in a white terry bathrobe, slid into a pair of slippers and ran out to the driveway. One glance told her that something was not quite right; her car was sitting at a funny angle. When she circled it, she was dismayed to see the rear passenger tire was flat.

Well, girl. It’s a good thing you took that Changing Tires 101 course. After staring at it for several minutes and considering her state of undress, she opted for taking up the challenge in the morning. You’d think spending eight hundred bucks for a set of tires would guarantee more than a couple of weeks’ use.

She ran one hand over a goose bump-covered arm. Something didn’t feel right. Several times during the last couple of days, an unfamiliar sense of foreboding had settled over her. Never one to frighten easily, it was disconcerting to have the feeling of being watched. She scanned the trees and shrubs lining the driveway, quite certain no one was out there. Her cottage was completely private—wasn’t it? Uneasy, Hannah hurried back inside and quickly secured the door behind her.

* * * *

After dallying over breakfast the next morning, Hannah knew she had prolonged the agony long enough. Muttering to herself, she slid on a pair of faded jeans and went outside to deal with the flat tire.

As she pulled the jack from the back of her vehicle, she heard tires crunching along the gravel in her driveway. A beige pick-up slowly rolled toward her. Still on edge from the night before, she worried about who the uninvited guest was behind the wheel. When the good-looking man from the restaurant opened the door and stepped down off the running board, she relaxed a little.

I see you’ve got a problem.

Chapter 2

Yes. I noticed it just before I went to bed last night. Thought I’d face it this morning rather than grovel around in the dark.

Do you know how to change a flat tire?

I guess I’ll find out soon enough… Mr. Everett, I believe it is?

Nelson Everett. He extended his hand to Hannah. Please call me Nelson.

Nelson. Hannah Davidson.

If you give me that jack I’ll have it changed in no time.

That’s not necessary. I’d hate to see you get your clothes dirty.

I think there might be a piece of canvas in the shed unless Winston threw it out. He headed toward an outbuilding near the side of the driveway.

He found what he was looking for and as promised, the old tire was off and the donut on in record time. You’ll have to get this tire fixed or replaced real soon. I don’t trust these little balloons. If Rene at the general store can’t repair it you may have to go into Armstrong—or Thunder Bay—for a new one.

Will this donut take me that far?

Hmm, probably not, now that you mention it. He frowned as he stared at the tire. I wouldn’t worry about it though until after you’ve talked to Rene.

Thanks for your help, Nelson. I really appreciate it. Can I offer you a cup of coffee?

I rarely turn down a cup of coffee. If you don’t mind, I’d like to wash my hands?

He followed her around to the kitchen on the river side of the house. Hannah opened the door and waved him in. She smiled as he used her lavender-scented soap on his large hands. He took the offered cream and sugar and set them on the table where she placed the filled mugs. The large corner windows under which the table sat afforded a clear view of the sloping lawn and the river beyond.

I was just dropping by to warn you that I spotted a female bear and her cub a few hundred feet from the bottom of your driveway. I don’t know how accustomed you are to the bush and wild animals but there’s nothing more dangerous than a sow with a cub.

Oh. No. I haven’t seen them. Thanks. I’ll certainly watch out for them.

Some people think bear cubs are cute and cuddly. They try to play with them. The mother doesn’t take kindly to that. She’ll attack without hesitation.

Believe me, no matter how small or how cuddly, a bear is one of the last things I’d play with. I’m a city woman, but one who thoroughly enjoys nature—from a distance.

Nelson turned to watch the ducks on the river and indicated her barbecue out on the deck. Make sure you keep that well-cleaned and don’t leave garbage bags lying around either. Bears are well known for smelling food from vast distances.

After emptying his coffee mug, Nelson got to his feet. Thanks for the coffee, Hannah. It hit the spot.

She watched as he tugged at his belt and trousers, typical of a big man. She scanned the tanned face and the creases framing his kind, hazel eyes. Under a large straight nose, his full, soft lips were drawn up at the corners. He had caught her staring once again, admiring his handsome face.

Clearing her throat, she managed to maintain her composure. Thanks again, Nelson. I’ll drive over to Rene’s place right now and see about that tire.

He keeps a small supply of necessities so he might even have one. Fifteen-inch rim’s a common size. If he doesn’t, he’ll order one from Thunder Bay and have it brought up on the Greyhound bus. Unless you’re planning on driving to the city yourself.

I didn’t have any intentions of going anywhere this summer but if he can’t help me I’ll have no alternative.

Nelson nodded and wandered out to his vehicle.

Hannah changed into a fresh pair of jeans, ran a brush through her thick brown hair and made her way to the store.

* * * *

Mizz Davidson, I couldn’t find nothing wrong with the tire except the air cap was missing. Lucky I had one on hand though.

How could that happen?

Don’t know. They don’t usually bust off, but I guess anything’s possible. Maybe you scraped it on something and it come loose. Still wouldn’t cause no air loss like that.

What are you saying?

You need to press the valve for the air to come out. I didn’t find no damage to the tire so I’d guess somebody played a prank. The good news is, I just had to fill ’er with air and she’s good as new.

Thanks, Rene. How much do I owe you?

Nothing. Didn’t do nothing other than test her and put her back on the wheel.

I must owe you for your time. I don’t expect you to work for nothing.

That’s what neighbors are for, Missus.

Thank you. I certainly appreciate that. While I’m here, can I get a lottery ticket?

Sure. Jackpot’s up to seventeen million.

Hannah paid for the ticket then walked out leaving it on the counter making Rene race down the stairs after her. Hey, Mizz Davidson, you forgot something.

If you win you can return my dollar. Good luck.

He smiled his thanks as she closed the door to her Blazer and backed out of the driveway.

As she neared her cottage, she contemplated continuing on to the house at the end of the road. After a second thought, she shrugged and completed the turn in to her own place.

After seeing no sign of bears in her yard, she took her chair and sat by the water where she could read while enjoying the soft breeze coming from the river. It was so peaceful and quiet she could hear the water as it moved against deadheads and over rocks along the shore and from somewhere way in the distance, came the shrill cry of a loon. The faint moan of an outboard motor carried up the river and Hannah wondered if it could be her neighbor out fishing.

Eventually, her stomach told her it was past feeding time. She returned her chair to the porch. She had refused to wear a watch since her arrival but judging by the sun, she estimated the time to be around one o’clock. After cutting some fresh fruit into a bowl and adding a little yogurt, Hannah poured iced tea into a tall glass. Heaven. Pure heaven. How could she doubt herself for coming here? Everyone had told her she was nuts. Maybe she was. Right now though, the most important thing was lunch and maybe a wee nap in the shade.

When Hannah woke, she considered walking the mile down to the lake, but after remembering Nelson’s warning about the bears, she immediately dismissed the idea. She needed some rigorous exercise soon though. She was already having trouble pulling up the zippers of her jeans. Two weeks of lazing around was taking its toll. Opting for the half-mile hike to the highway instead, she went in search of a large metal spoon. With it, and the lid from a pot, she struck off up the road. If any of you little monsters come near me, I’ll raise such a racket even your mama will leave you in her dust.

By the time Hannah returned, she had worked up a sweat. It was definitely a lot hotter along the road where the trees blocked any breezes. She showered, changed into a pair of shorts, and once again, booted up her computer.

After several hours of alternately pounding the keys and staring out the window, it was time to light the barbecue. It seemed like such a waste for one measly hamburger but she couldn’t resist the flavor, texture and aroma of meat crisping over the open coals. She gave a brief thought to the bears who were probably also drawn by similar olfactory sensations but her first bite overcame any qualms.

She continued in this leisurely mode for a few more days until late one afternoon the need for groceries took her once again to The Spruce General Store. There were a couple of handwritten envelopes in her mail plus one forwarded from Bell Canada. While shopping for her groceries, she was drawn into the restaurant by a tantalizing aroma.

Marlene is trying a new soup recipe, Hannah. Why don’t you sit down and try a bowl?

It was more an order than a question so Hannah followed Edie to one of the booths. Within seconds, a steaming bowl of Scotch broth was placed in front of her.

Taste it and tell me what you think. It’s still a little early for the supper bunch so I have time to adjust it if the flavor isn’t quite right. Marlene, Rene’s wife, and co-owner of the business, stood holding open the swinging door to the kitchen.

Hannah sipped the hot broth carefully. She took a second mouthful before turning toward Marlene. Don’t you dare change a single ingredient. It’s perfect. In fact, I’ll take a bowl-to-go for my supper tomorrow night.

Glad you like it, hon. For agreeing to be the guinea pig, your soup is on the house.

Thanks, Marlene. I’ll take a piece of your lemon pie with me as well.

It rained lightly overnight. When Hannah awoke the next morning, she noticed a change in the air drifting through her open window. It was slightly cooler, with a scent like Christmas trees and fresh mown grass