The River Girl's Christmas (Texas Women Of Spirit Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Three fresh blisters. No, four, if you counted the one by her thumb. I can’t do this much longer. It’s still half a mile to the bridge, perhaps further since we are skirting away from the main road. She sat down beside the travois and held her canteen to Lone Warrior’s cracked lips. “You need more of this.” He swallowed once and lay back. “Soonie, you are a good, tough woman. But we both know this isn’t going to work. Just leave me here and get help. I’ll be fine.” Fresh red flowed through the makeshift bandage on his shoulder. Soonie closed her eyes. Lord, I can’t leave him here. But I know he’s right. I won’t be able to go on much longer. Please give me wisdom. Looking up, she noticed a solid sheet of color through the ripples of forest trees and dead brown leaves. A wall. Maybe a house. Fear gripped her and she fumbled for the travois. What if evil people live here as well? Hesitating, she studied the path.
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