They were preparing to wash up for a much-deserved lunch when Melissa walked into the barn. She pulled Harley to the side. “I think it’s best to let Coal sleep through lunch. If you and Gene will help, we can carry the food to the bunkhouse and not disturb her rest.” “That’s a great idea. I was really worried about the way she looked this morning.” “The desert has come back to haunt her,” Melissa said. “I was afraid of that,” Harley admitted. “Has she talked to you about it?” “Not much, but Mary Leah has gotten her an appointment with Del Carson for tomorrow night.” Harley smiled. “If anyone can fix Coal, she would be the one to do it.” “I pray you’re right, Harley. Grab Gene and let’s go.” Harley and Gene met her on the front porch. “Be quiet now, Gene, Coal is sleeping.” Melissa watched the blood drain from his face. “Is she sick?” She smiled as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “She just had a rough night with the storm and needed some sleep.”
