Malcolm must have hit the left side of her head soundly with the shovel, she thought, clamping her teeth together in response to the pounding. She lay still, waiting for it to ease, and realized that she was cocooned in soft and comfortable warmth. She needed to open her eyes and figure out where she was, but she needed to do so carefully and slowly without letting anyone who might be there with her know that she was now awake. Thank you, blessed sweet Jesus, Willa thought, as she pulled in a deep breath. At least I can breathe again. Carefully she cracked open her right eye to assess her surroundings. And as she did the thought flashed through her mind that depending on where she was, she might be sorry she’d somehow managed to survive her midnight swim. Through blurry sight, she saw a gigantic bear leering down at her. Survival instincts took over once more, and Willa jumped out of bed, frantically twisting around, looking for a way out. Quickly glancing at the bear again, she realized that there wasn’t a body attached to the mounted head, and her adrenaline rush began to dissipate, causing her shaking legs to fold beneath her.
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