missile-silos

Lillie woke to darkness an instant before a large warm hand clamped down over her mouth_

As she reached the stairs, she made a quick detour and stepped outside. A crescent moon hung in the midnight blue sky along with trillions of twinkling stars. Out here there were no streetlights to wash out the view. She loved being able to see the stars. Tonight, the mountains were etched deep purple against the night sky. The white snowcapped tips gleamed silver. Nearer, silhouetted pine trees swayed in the breeze as if in a slow dance. __ou are such a romantic,_ Trask had once told her. __re you sure you want to open a bar? You should be writing poetry._ She__ laughed. __ow do you know I don__?

Ya got to watch them bears, Lillie Girl,_ her father said, looking worried, _ __pecially the renegade ones. They__l turn you every way but loose.