One Perfect Christmas (Short Story) (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
He wasn’t moving. Her horse lumbered past Reginald and Horatio, and Jane glanced quickly at them. Both horse and donkey appeared to be in one piece still—if somewhat dazed by their recent ordeal. Jane urged Fickle on. “Lucas!” she cried out, willing him to move. She pulled Fickle to a sliding stop and kicked her foot free of the right stirrup, swinging her leg over the draft’s back before dropping the second stirrup and sliding down to the ground. “Lucas!” she yelled again, rushing to where he lay, unmoving. She bent over him, overjoyed to see his eyes were open. “Lucas?” “There’s no need to shout, Jane.” His familiar dry tone reassured her as little else could have. “I am, after all, right here.” Jane watched him sit up and brush at the ice and dirt covering his clothing. “You …” she began, wrestling internally with the relief she felt for his safety and the formidable ire his statement stirred.
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