Trouble In Tourmaline

She stared at him. “You mean everyone calls him Grandfather?”

“He’s a Paiute medicine man. Grandfather is a name of respect.” David turned to greet a middle-aged man walking toward them. “Amy, this is Grant,” he said. “Our tow pilot. Grant, my friend Amy.”

Grant nodded to her. “Going up with this yahoo, are you?”

“I said I would.”

“Can’t renege on a promise, that it?” Grant chuckled. “Don’t worry, I ain’t crashed yet and neither’s he.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that ‘yet,’” Amy told him.

“Safe as in your mother’s arms. Notice I didn’t say his arms.” Grant nodded toward David, who was busy untying the sailplane. “I can recommend his flying, but the other’s up in the air.” He chuckled again before turning and walking toward a small red-and-white plane parked a ways in front of the sailplane.

“He’s going to attach the towline.” David lifted the top canopy of his plane and gestured toward the rear seat. “After you.”

Amy climbed in and closed the seat belt around her. When he was satisfied the towline was secure, David climbed into the front cockpit and fastened down the canopy.

“It’s an adventure,” Amy muttered under her breath, resisting the impulse to close her eyes as both planes began moving. When’s the last time you had anything approaching an adventure? she asked herself. She’d been living, as Grant put it, safe as in her mother’s arms, for so long she couldn’t even remember feeling adventurous.

Which reminded her David’s arms would hardly be safe. Another adventure she wasn’t ready for?

Before she realized what was happening, they were airborne. Though she could hear the drone of the tow plane’s motor drifting back to her, the noise level in the sailplane was nil. Nothing like taking off in one of the big commercial jets.

“I’ll drop the tow at about three thousand feet.” She could hear David clearly.

“How high will we go then?” she managed to ask after swallowing twice.

“As high as the thermal we find will take us. No higher than ten thousand feet, though, or we’d need oxygen.”

“How do you know where the thermals are?”

“Search and find. Watch the birds. Get lucky.”

As soon as David unhooked the towline, Grant’s plane turned away from them and disappeared from her view. Now there was no sound at all as they drifted. She decided not to ask how they were going to get back down with no motor. Glide, she supposed, feeling her fingers begin to hurt from clenching her hands together so tightly.

“Okay back there?” David asked.

“Fine.” She hoped she sounded more convinced than she felt. It wasn’t so much that she questioned his expertise. For some reason she trusted him, knowing he wouldn’t have asked her to join him unless he was sure it was safe. But the sailplane itself was new to her—how strange to be up in the air with no motor.

As if reading her thought, David said, “Think of the plane as if it was a sailboat. The boat in the water is driven by the wind in the sails, and up here our plane is driven by air currents under the wings.”

Amy examined the idea and began to relax. “I’ve done a lot of sailing in Lake Huron and around Mackinac Island,” she told him.

“Maybe you’ll have a chance to show me sometime. I’ve sailed, but I’m more a flier than a sailor.”

That just might be possible, since her brother’s father-in-law had a sailboat docked at his Lake Tahoe condo in Incline Village and Tahoe wasn’t all that far from Tourmaline. That is, if she and David managed to stay friends without going off the deep end—and she didn’t mean the pier. That kiss last night…

“Thermal coming up,” David said. “Here we go.”

She braced herself, but nothing really happened except the sailplane began to climb, rising in wide circles, reminding her of how the red-tailed hawks soared above her brother’s horse ranch in Carson Valley. She could see the peaks of the Sierras, some still snow-capped, in the distance. The lack of any noise did remind her of a sailboat, except on a boat things creaked. The plane itself didn’t make a sound.

Peaceful, and the sky, oh, so beautiful, hardly a cloud in sight. This must be how it feels to be a bird, she thought, admitting that she was actually enjoying herself.

Up and up they soared, she couldn’t believe how effortlessly. When, some time later, she realized the plane was descending, she sighed. “Does this mean we have to land?”

“The thermal’s shifting away from the field. It’s a long walk back if I don’t keep the plane fairly close to the field, so we can glide down pretty much where we went up.”

So she was right—they’d glide down. The thought didn’t bother her now. David knew what to do, just as she knew how to tack a sailboat into port.

After they’d glided back to earth, tied the plane down and were once again in the pickup headed for Tourmaline, Amy said, “Thanks for the experience—it was fun. Awesome, even. I might even go up again if you ask me.”

David glanced over at her and grinned. “Anytime.” She’d been a good sport. His ex-wife had refused to go up with him before they were married, and didn’t change her mind after she was his wife. Maybe that should have told him something. He understood now that Iris’s idea of flying involved riding in privately owned jets. Like Murdock’s.

“You ever been married?” he asked.

She blinked, obviously somewhat surprised at the abrupt change in subject. “No. If you want a reason, it’s because I like being in charge of my life myself.”

“As good a reason as any.”

She opened her mouth as though to speak, glanced at him and closed it.

He shrugged. “I brought it up, so go ahead and ask me why I’m divorced.”

“Gert sort of suggested you may have married the wrong woman.”

He half smiled. “She was blunter than that when she met Iris before the wedding. ‘Run and don’t look back’ was her advice to me.”

“You know, that’s almost exactly what I told my brother before he married his first wife. It was a disaster.”

“Which may be why you and Gert are both shrinks.”

“Your aunt never did marry, did she?”

“My mother told my sister and me Gert was engaged to an Air Force pilot in World War II who got shot down over Germany.”

Amy sighed. “And she never got over him. How romantic.”

He shot her a skeptical look. “I’m not saying my aunt never looked at another man. She just never married one.”

“Makes her human, but it’s still romantic. So you have a sister?”

“Diane. She’s a teacher in Hawaii. Unmarried.”

“Smart gal,” Amy quipped.

“Where does your brother live?”

“Russ? He has a horse ranch near here, in Carson Valley. That’s one of the reasons I answered your aunt’s ad for an associate. I wanted to be closer to him and my nephew and baby niece.”