Putney Mountain: A Short Story
“Please, Miss Bishop, I’d love to go with you anywhere. We could hike the mountains around here and have a marvelous time. I could be ready in a heartbeat, but I’ll never go to Putney Mountain.” Winking at his friends, Neal laughed. “Thanks again, for the coffee. Guess, no hiking today. Have a wonderful day.” Leaving the diner, Ruth waved, they waved back. “She’s gorgeous, and stupid to think she can hike that mountain.” Dennis watched, as Ruth closed the front door. “Those country boys could never keep up with a city girl.” Ruth went to her car.
“I want to find out what’s up there.” Looking around, she drove to the tallest mountain and looked at the white fluffy clouds covering portions of the top before noticing the two-story house in