Sissy hollered, pulling the drapes back from the window. Sunlight blasted through the glass, landing on my face. Forgetting the hole in my shoulder I flung my arm over my eyes and then lowered it back to the bed, crying out in pain. “What in the name of Daniel Boone are you screeching at?” she demanded, instantly at my side. “I forgot I had an injury when I tried to protect my eyes from your morning torture.” She blinked a few times then threw her head back. She cackled like an old hen. “Ya got spunk.” She laughed. I cringed, thinking of Cass. “I thought you might be one of those Northern ice queens for a while. Thank God you ain’t. I can’t stand those pasty tight-lipped women.” She peeled the covers back and swatted at my leg. “C’mon, you’re burnin’ daylight.” “Where’s the fire?” I grumbled, sitting up. I might be spunky, but she still scared me. “Gideon told me ‘bout your deal. I got a list.” She flitted around the room in her overalls like a denim firefly from hell.
