Melanie didn’t head for Snyderville even to drop off her horses. Fearing Scott might die of some brain trauma, she sped on by the exit to reach the freeway to Evanston. “Where you going?” he asked as they passed the road sign pointing to Snyderville. Headlights blared in their eyes and she blinked as a semi passed them on the dark road. “I’m taking you to a hospital.” “That’s ninety miles away.” “That’s right,” she said. “There’s no need for that. I’m fine.” “You may have a concussion and I won’t be responsible for your death.” She didn’t look at him, wishing she could remain neutral. Wishing she didn’t care. Her husband had always chided her for taking in strays. She never figured that might include an injured forest ranger. Anne sagged against her in sleep, her bright head drooping to her chest. Melanie almost cringed when Scott reached over and settled the girl in a more comfortable position on the seat. His kindness annoyed Melanie and she didn’t know why.
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