She wasn’t in Afghanistan. She was on a ranch in north Texas. But it wouldn’t be real until she was out of the house and could feel the cold against her skin, know that she was for sure on Finn’s ranch, and discern the difference between nightmare and reality. She tiptoed past Joe. His head was tucked under his wing, and for once he didn’t start yelling or making gun noises. She’d gone for weeks without the dreams, and this was the second night of them in less than a week. Martin was doing well in school, making friends, and she and Finn settled into their routine. He was constantly hugging her or touching her hand or her shoulder, and there’d been a few more kisses, but mostly it was workouts in the morning, work on the ranch in the afternoon, entertain Martin in the evening. So why tonight? A raccoon half the size of Shotgun ambled across the porch, down the steps, and out into the night. She checked for other wild varmints before she eased down in the corner, drew her knees up to her chest, and tucked the blanket in tightly around her body.
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