{"sf1_id":124978,"sf2_id":"V1Y6O92e","title":"Rocky Mountain Times (Chapter 7)","author":"SrA havenofimage","words":1600,"posted_at":"2010-02-09T16:59:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","Ermine","Fox","Love","Snow","Snow Leopard","Story Series","mountains"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/124978-rocky-mountain-times-chapter-7","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1Y6O92e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/14/9d/149d7dd5-eb12-4dfe-8d68-84039da8e5d0","description":"#7 of Rocky Mountain Times","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A week later, Jen stood in the middle of a small group of friends and local acquaintances.\u0026nbsp; She, like all the others, was holding a glass of wine, enjoying food, and talking happily.\u0026nbsp; They were all in the small office Jen had leased to serve as her new studio and gallery.\u0026nbsp; Sam had put together the party as a surprise to celebrate its opening.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Earlier that evening, Sam had called Jen at home and asked her to come down to the new place to see something.\u0026nbsp; Jen had finished putting the last few things in a box and headed out.\u0026nbsp; The studio was above a tuning shop down town.\u0026nbsp; The only entrance was a small glass door opening on to the narrow stairs going to the second floor.\u0026nbsp; The door had been bare but as Jen walked up, she saw that it had something on it.\u0026nbsp; Sam smiled as she approached.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's official now,\" said Sam pointing to the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen examined it.\u0026nbsp; In gold block text, someone had painted \"Jenifer Losch Professional Jeweler.\u0026nbsp; Next to the text was the small, logo Jen had sketched for her business.\u0026nbsp; It was a replica of one of her spots which looked remarkably like a J.\u0026nbsp; As far as Jen knew however, she hadn't shown it to anyone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where did you find that?\" asked Jen, gesturing to the image.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I was up in your studio while I was putting this together and found your sketch book lying out.\u0026nbsp; It's not a problem is it?\" Sam asked, almost nervously.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, I love it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She embraced Sam, with tears in her eyes.\u0026nbsp; Sam couldn't possibly know how much this meant to Jen, how much she meant to Jen.\u0026nbsp; Jen looked back at the door.\u0026nbsp; A sense of accomplishment filled her as she read those words again.\u0026nbsp; She had her own business.\u0026nbsp; She gave Sam another quick hug.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Alright alright,\" said Sam, pushing her away and acting embarrassed.\u0026nbsp; \"Why don't you show me around the place?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"There's not much to see, I haven't moved anything in.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, come on.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; So Jen unlocked the door and lead her inside.\u0026nbsp; As soon as her head rose over the railing, the lights came on and the group of people who had been standing silently at the back of the room started cheering.\u0026nbsp; Jen looked back as Sam, who was wearing her mischievous grin, which always meant that she had been up to something.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Did you do all this?\" Jen asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"With help.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen finished the accent to greet every one.\u0026nbsp; Ryan met her at the top of the stairs.\u0026nbsp; She kissed him affectionately.\u0026nbsp; Someone in the crowd whistled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Shut up Jim!\" Ryan laughed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The night had carried on nicely; the crowd was comprised of the small group of friends that Jen had met during her month here.\u0026nbsp; Ryan left her after a while to talk to a few of his ski instructor pals.\u0026nbsp; The crowd milled about, and Jen was allowed a moment alone in the back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Sam walked up as a single tear rolled down Jen's face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Is something wrong?\" asked Sam concerned.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No,\" said Jen, grinning and fighting back more tears.\u0026nbsp; \"This means so much to me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It was nothing,\" replied Sam modestly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No it wasn't.\u0026nbsp; I was having a lot of problems before I moved out here.\u0026nbsp; I was afraid they would follow me.\u0026nbsp; But you, you've done so much for me.\u0026nbsp; You've been a greater friend than anyone could possible hope for.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Sam held her for a minute.\u0026nbsp; Jen finally stepped back and whipped her face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks,\" said Jen, smiling.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's what friends are for,\" said Sam, then, grinning, she slapped Jen gently on the back, \"Go enjoy the party!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That she did.\u0026nbsp; Jen joined Ryan and spent the rest of the night happily talking, eating and drinking.\u0026nbsp; Around eleven, couples and individuals began asking their leave, and the room began to empty.\u0026nbsp; A few scattered conversations continued, but after a while only Jen, Sam and Ryan were left.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks again guys,\" Jen said to both of them, receiving smiles in return.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ryan looked at them both, \"You guys to come back to my place for a beer or something?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sure, sounds good,\" replied Jen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't think I will,\" said Sam yawning, \"I'm feeling tired.\u0026nbsp; I think I'll go to bed.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen turned towards her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Sam smiled and pretended to straighten Jen's shirt. \"Don't worry darling, you look great,\" she joked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; They were all close friends now and used to this sort of banter.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ryan laughed, \"I'll bring her back safely.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; They walked out together. \u0026nbsp;Jen said goodnight to Sam and climbed into Ryan's truck.\u0026nbsp; She had been to Ryan's home before.\u0026nbsp; It was a nice place he had inherited, located up on the slope side of the valley, near the base of the Snowflake lift.\u0026nbsp; It was pretty nice to stay there on the weekends for ski-in ski-out mountain access.\u0026nbsp; Somehow though, this night seemed different.\u0026nbsp; Jen couldn't quite place it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ryan quickly joined her inside, after parking.\u0026nbsp; Jen was flipping through the channels on his TV.\u0026nbsp; She watched as he hung up is jacket and walked to the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; He opened the fridge, grabbed a pair of Bud Lights and tossed one to Jen.\u0026nbsp; She caught it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Light,\" she added in mock exasperation, \"are you calling me fat?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Ryan laughed as he popped off the cap of his with a bottle opener.\u0026nbsp; He raised the tool, offering it to Jen.\u0026nbsp; She extended one of her long claws and used it to pry of the top.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Show off,\" chided Ryan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He joined her on the couch and kissed her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's amazing that you have your own place now.\u0026nbsp; I'm so proud of you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He tried to kiss her again, but Jen stopped him with two fingers on his chest.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You never answered my question,\" she purred \"are, you calling, me fat?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Never,\" whispered Ryan kissing her nose.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen bent her head back so their lips met again.\u0026nbsp; As they lay there on the couch, Jen knew that Ryan wanted her.\u0026nbsp; She also knew that he would get her, but, she smiled to herself, nothing was free.\u0026nbsp; She kissed him passionately and was returned in kind.\u0026nbsp; Her hands slid over the taught muscles of Ryan's back.\u0026nbsp; Jen inhaled deeply, the scent of his fur filling her lungs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Then a new thought filled Jen's head.\u0026nbsp; A though which had only visited her before in her deepest, unremembered dreams.\u0026nbsp; It was the fact that she could think of it now that made her pull away from Ryan more than anything else.\u0026nbsp; What would Sam feel like, pulled against her in a kiss?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen took a gasping breath.\u0026nbsp; Her head cleared.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry,\" she replied to Ryan's look of confusion, \"I had a little too much to drink.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She smiled and pulled his head back down to hers.\u0026nbsp; She closed her eyes and felt the heat from Ryan's body.\u0026nbsp; Her thoughts began to drift again as she ran her fingers though his short hair.\u0026nbsp; How would Sam's smooth hair feel in her under her touch?\u0026nbsp; What would her lips taste like, pressed against her own?\u0026nbsp; How would Sam's soft hands feel sliding beneath her shirt along her back and...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen's eyes snapped open and she grabbed Ryan's arm that was doing just this.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't that she didn't want Ryan to do it.\u0026nbsp; No, it was that she couldn't be with Ryan, while having these thoughts about Sam.\u0026nbsp; Jen climbed awkwardly off the couch and stood up panting.\u0026nbsp; Ryan looked up at her inquisitively, almost hurt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What's wrong?\" Ryan asked, confusion etched on his face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I... It's just... I'm sorry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She looked it too.\u0026nbsp; Tears began to fill her eyes and her face bore an expression of worry, almost fear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I have to go.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, do you want me to drive you back?\" inquired Ryan, standing up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, I need to go.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen didn't even grab her jacket as she stumbled out the door, tears now falling from her face.\u0026nbsp; Then she ran.\u0026nbsp; She ran down the street, and towards town.\u0026nbsp; She passed through town, only a few bar goers now speckling the lit streets.\u0026nbsp; The cold froze the tears to her fur, but she didn't feel it.\u0026nbsp; Jen finally reached her own door, panting.\u0026nbsp; What was wrong with her?\u0026nbsp; She collapsed into the snow along the sidewalk.\u0026nbsp; She stared up at the stars, the clear air and altitude filling the sky with more than she had ever seen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jen must have fallen asleep out there because when she came too, the stars were beginning to fade as the eastern horizon began to lighten from black to gray.\u0026nbsp; Not wanting to wake Sam, Jen walked around the house, and climbed onto their back deck.\u0026nbsp; She pulled herself onto the rail and sat there watching the sky turn to navy.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Perhaps nothing was wrong with her.\u0026nbsp; Had society influenced her so much that she had ignored these feelings because Sam was a girl?\u0026nbsp; Hadn't Jen said it last night?\u0026nbsp; It had always been Sam who was there for her, who helped her, who encouraged her, who inspired her.\u0026nbsp; Sam, who she loved.\u0026nbsp; As that revelation hit Jen, the sun broke over the mountains, coloring the world before her.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Rocky Mountain Times","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/124800-rocky-mountain-times-chapter-6.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/125183-rocky-mountain-times-chapter-8.json"}}