— Cardinal de Retz Mémoires It hit her like a bolt of lightning. Why she hadn’t returned to her own life. What she had to do. She wasn’t sent just to save the man from jumping off the cliff. She was sent to save him from the painted heathen standing in the doorway. But how? The revelation left her speechless. All she seemed able to do was stare at the savage. Her heart pounded and she found it difficult to swallow. Especially when he took a step toward her, and then another. Rachel’s eyes darted about the small cabin looking for something to use against him. He carried a rifle, cradled in one arm, the same way the other man did. There was also a small axe and a knife hanging from his belt. She wouldn’t have a chance against him. But more importantly, Rachel feared the man she was sent to save wouldn’t either. The savage moved closer and the light from the fire reflected off his coppery skin, the evil darkness of his eyes.
What do You think about Christine Dorsey - [MacQuaid 02]?
