The storm’s made it too dangerous.” Elizabeth reached out to enfold her in a comforting embrace. “No one could have known it would change direction so rapidly. But they’re not alone, dear. God is with them.” “I knew something would happen.” Elizabeth didn’t understand. No one did. Gracie gave Lady another carrot. The horse had sauntered back into camp just before the storm began. She was nervous but unhurt. She was also carrying the packsack with Dallas’s survival gear. Luke had taken the horse into her stall and brushed her down. She was now happily dry. A roar from the wranglers went up as Patch appeared. Again Luke stepped in. All Gracie could think was that now Dallas and Misty were out there unprotected, alone. “Go home, Gracie. Pray. As soon as the storm passes I promise I’ll send someone out.” Gracie nodded, drove home in her truck. Even running the short distance from vehicle to house soaked her. She stepped into the shower, wondering how Misty and Dallas could possibly survive this torrential downpour, even if they weren’t hurt.
