14 - Pulling Hard
For a stunned minute, Josh stood transfixed on the rock, not believing what he saw under his feet. The sister had been right about the hair, a flaming orange lit up by the last rays of the setting sun. Josh had not been attentive enough when the young woman had told him the name, otherwise he would have rushed faster over the tongue of fractured rock.
The thin young man from the previous evening was heaving and panting, exerting himself to his physical limits. His lean body traced an graceful arc, his arms taut like ropes, as he pulled a rusted chain off the sand. But the object would not concede victory so easily.
A low growl rising from the throat sent shivers along Josh’s spine, who envisioned another kind of grunting. The chain was taut, but slender elf did not sto
