Happy stood at the road side, watching the car burn. How was he going to go back and tell Sophia? How was he going to go and tell Quinn? Chibs was standing next to him, his hand on his shoulder.
“Take your time brother.” He watched Chibs walk away to his bike. Happy knew they should get out of there soon, they could hear the sirens coming, but he couldn’t leave; not yet.
He wiped a tear from his check, he didn’t even get the satisfaction of killing Wade. The bastard died in the car either on impact or when it exploded. Looking down the hill, he saw something move. He took a closer look, swearing, he took off down the hill.
He heard Chibs and Jax calling after him, but he didn’t stop.
As the car started to roll down the hill, Wade screamed at you. He
was steering trying to get control of the car, you pulled the emergency
break. The car shuddered and started to slow down, you knew it was now
Opening the car door, you jumped out of the moving
car. Your body hitting the ground with a thud, the air leaving your
body. You lay there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure,
you hear the shattering of glass, the twisting of metal as the car slams
into the tree.
Not knowing if Wade survived or not, you start
moving, up the hill, each step is painful Your body feels like it’s been
dragged through hell and back, there’s an explosion, and you’re knocked
to your feet.
You lat there for a few moments, trying to recover,
trying to figure out if you were still alive or trapped in some sort of
hell on earth. Your ears are ringing, you push yourself up, and
continue to climb up the hill, an inch at a time.
Happy’s face are what’s pushing you to keep moving, get up the hill. Get
some help, get to TM, to the people you love. The fight that you and
Happy had that morning played back in your head.
If only you
hadn’t been a bitch, no you couldn’t think that way. You were going to
get to the top of this hill, get to TM, and tell him. You looked up seeing Happy at the top of the hill.
You thought you were hallucinating, thought you had hit her head, or maybe you had died and this really was hell on earth. You watched as he descended the hill towards you, gently picking you up.
“Hap?” You touched the sides of his face, making sure he was real. Laying your head on his chest, you could hear his heart beating.
He carried you to the top of the hill, yelling out for Chibs and Jax. He sat you gently down, his hands cupping your face. “(Y/N), are you hurt bad anywhere?”
You shake your head. “I’m sorry..” He leaned down kissing you.
“I love you, I didn’t think I was going to get the chance to tell you.” His hands were running over your body, Chibs and Jax were at your side. Chibs had his medic bag, cleaning some of your scrapes.
“I love you too Hap,” The emergency workers had arrived, and started taking care of the scene. The sheriff was questioning you as you sat on the back of the ambulance. You told him half truths, just enough to not make him curious.
Happy insisted that you go to St. Thomas to be checked out, other then a few broken ribs, and abrasions, you were fine. He took you home, Sophis was dropped off by Gemma.
The mother daughter reunion was precious, after the little girl went to bed Happy sat down next to you. His hands running up and down his arms, he looked into your eyes.
“This morning..” You leaned forward kissing him, stopping him from saying anything else.
“ All the matters is starting over a whole new life with you and Sophia.”
Probably my all-time favorite Ozark monster is the Snawfus. It’s described below by Vance Randolph in his “Fabulous Monsters of the Ozarks”:
“The snawfus, according to some backwoods folk, is just an albino deer with certain supernatural powers, puzzling to human beings but not dangerous. Some hillmen say that it can make tremendous leaps into the treetops; others endow it with great feathery wings, claiming that it can ‘fly through the timber, quiet as a hoot-owl.’ I have even heard that the snawfus bore flowering boughs instead of antlers. Leila A. Wade of Republic, Missouri, author of a serial entitled 'On the Trail of the Snawfus’ which ran in Arcadian Life magazine from 1936 to 1938, added her impression that the animal 'emitted spirals of blue smoke, which drifted away in delicate rings, and covered the hills.’ Miss Wade told me that, as a child, she never doubted that the glamorous blue haze which hangs over the Ozarks in the Autumn was due to smoke exhaled by the snawfus.”
The roots of the snawfus go back deep into time, back to our Celtic ancestors who brought their folklore to the Ozarks. The white deer, more specifically the white stag, is a symbol of the otherworld. In the Mabinogion, Pwyll sees the white stag when he enters into the otherworldly wood of Annwn. It’s said that Saint Eustace converted to Christianity when he saw Christ appear between the antlers of a white stag. In the Lais of Marie de France, the character Guigemar sees a hermaphroditic white doe with antlers which he shoots with an arrow and is then cursed.
The white stag often represents purity, but a mysterious sort of purity that might be used in a supernatural way. That is to say that the power of the white animal is its pure connection with the divine, and in this way the creature can be both a friend and foe.
Personally I’ve seen the snawfus a couple times, always out in the deep woods, always in the morning when the mist hangs in the hollers and snakes its way in between the trees. I begin to wake up, and as I slowly open my eyes I see the white stag through the mist and he sees me too. Then, turning away from my gaze he disappears back into the fog.