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Jack
Where the hell was she?
Anna Jackson was a wisp of a woman, but she was a force to be reckoned with. All five foot nothing of her and she flew a damn floatplane. She was the Alaskan version of FedEx and I relied on her for all my deliveries, even my f*****g groceries.
How did such a tiny woman command that damn plane? And in this shitty weather. As I looked outside, a hard rock of worry settled in my gut as I realized that she just might be ballsy enough to risk the damn delivery.
It was near dark, but not because of the sunset. The sky had turned a nasty, dark gray, and the wind was so bad that the trees looked like they were growing sideways. At this time of year, the sun set around midnight and it was barely seven. She wasn’t late, but it was dark and with this storm, I coul
