RUFUS BATTLES TO REACH TO COURTNEY

"Alf, will we reach the Island before the storm becomes stronger?"

"I hope so, we should make it within forty-five minutes Boss, but the rain has already started as you can see."

Noticing him on his knees but the turbulence was becoming more serious, and he was not getting off his knees. "Boss, you really need to buckle up, the wind is getting stronger."

Not hearing a sound of his movement, only the wind and daubery flying in the air. Glimpsing towards him, seeing he was buckled up, but he was in deep prayer.

It was a difficult ride, having to circle many times before making a safe landing. Looking at the fuel gauge, resting his head back feeling such relief.

Thinking, 'Next ten minutes we would have been out of fuel. what would have taken forty minutes had taken us ninety minutes. Thank God, the strong wind eased up a bit for the landing."

Stepping out of the plane, seeing the branches scattered on the road. "Boss, it is not safe to drive, you can stay here until the storm stop."

"I will drive carefully and thank Alf, we are home, and you are a very good pilot."

"It is not me Sir, but your prayer and faith that has opened up a way for us to land safely."

"Then I must say it's both of us as a team."

"I agree Sir."

"Where will you be staying tonight Alf?" Rufus ask noticing the way the galvanize was making noise with the strong winds.

"Don't worry about me Boss, I will be staying right here until the storm blow away?"

"Come, stay at the house, walk with your bag of clothes, a hot bath, and some hot tea and food will do you good and maybe a good night rest"

"Thanks, Boss, I accept your offer."

Both soak by the time they reach the vehicle. "Boss, it's the first time I am seeing such gusty winds and rain on this Island."

Rufus did not respond all he was thinking was reaching to Courtney. Taking more than an hour to reach the house, having to make so many stops to remove debris from the roadway.

"Thank God, the house had light," observing many of the houses from the strip was dark.

Looking in the direction of the plantation, seeing the sky clear and bright, but Rufus concentrate on his driving. Glimpsing at Alf, a few times noticing how he held on to the door for dear life.

Thinking a few times the way how strong the winds were, it would lift the van off the ground.

Driving towards the western side of the house, "Follow me Alf and be careful, I have a dog he is sometimes like the weather." Both drench to their bones Rufus heard when Alf sneeze.

Entering the house, "Joe, where are you boy? It seems this storm send you into hiding, but I don't blame you, it not you alone."

Showing Alf to one of the guest rooms immediately, "Let me get you some food and hot tea or will you prefer coffee?"

"Coffee Sir."

Checking to see what Oliver had prepared then fix a tray taking it to the room. Resting it down then close the door. Rufus hurry and shower and change into dry clothes.

Then rush down the stairs, grabbing his van keys up to go and check on Courtney, "She must be afraid and I want to see how she is doing."

Reversing the van only it seems not to be moving just revving one spot. Coming out to check to see what was the problem, noticing a log under the van.

"How in God's name did that get there, I am certain I didn't drive over it when I came? Well, I don't have any time to waste, I will use Dad van."

Reversing from the shed where he park it, only realizing it had a flat. "God, what exactly is going on, why do I have this feeling something don't want me to be with Courtney.

In that case, I will need Your help Lord to reach safely to the cottage."

Putting on a rain cloak, then begin his journey, with the torchlight in his hand. The rain was beating on his back but he ignored it running at first hoping to reach quickly.

Then the wind began blowing stronger and he had to slow down his paste and bend down as the wind seems even more vicious.

Rufus was determined to push forward, seeing branches flying shouting, "Though matter what you throw at me, I am going to be with her."

The walk seems more difficult as he takes each step, seeing the heaps of rubbles on the roadway, "It's a good thing I am walking, the vehicles cannot drive over these branches and the way that evil force is viscous it might destroy the van."

Noticing how branches was swinging and flying from every direction, "Oh God, please keep her safe, I cover her and the cottage with your blood Jesus,"

Feeling as though the rain was pounding against his back, as though someone was poking his back with a dagger.

Then a branch came rushing towards him, lying flat down on his stomach quickly, so it barely passed over his head.

Having to dock a few times with branches being thrown at him. The breeze was even stronger having, to bend down almost to a creeping position so it won't lift him bodily of his feet, but he was drifting, beside having to shift aside branches to pass.

With the van he would have only taken ten minutes to reach the cottage, now it has already been an hour and he haven't walk half the distance.

Few times the thought crosses his mind to return home, because of how strong the winds was blowing, thinking, 'She should be safe in the cottage."

But the entire week he haven't seen her and the cry of her calling out to him in his dream, she sounds so desperate.' "I must go to her, you hear me, I will be there though matter what."