Christmas Under Western Skies (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
Hay tickled her nose and throat. Cold touched her back where the hay had shifted away leaving her exposed. Exposed! If she was discovered… She wiggled, but her movement made so much noise she drew in her breath and held it, praying she hadn’t been noticed. She cupped her hand to her nose and mouth, forcing back a cough from the dust. The hay had been fragrant and welcoming last night, when she’d sought refuge and warmth. Today she was aware of the musty scent and imagined bugs creeping along her skin. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from squirming. “I’ll fork up feed for the animals,” a male voice called. Was it friendly? Harsh? Dangerous? One thing Winnie had learned was, you could never be certain what lay beneath the surface of a voice or a face. A kind face readily enough disguised a mean spirit and kind words often enough proved false. “We need to head for town in good time.” The voice had grown perilously close. She could almost feel the tines of a feed fork pierce her skin, and she bolted upright, gaining her feet in a flurry of hay.
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