This would take longer than he’d hoped. Five hours on the road and they’d gone a grand total of eighty-five miles. If he’d been able to use the main road he’d have been two-thirds of the way there by now, if not further. Instead, they were just under half way. He glanced over his shoulder and sighed. She was still sitting where he’d left her, but then again, she had nowhere else to go. Not unaided anyway. Pushing to his feet, he strode to the Ute, and tugged open the door. “Let’s get you out.” “I can manage.” Wounded pride oozed from her, tearing from her voice and eyes. “Righto.” He backed off and spread his arms wide. “Then manage away.” Lucy swiveled on the seat, trying to get her leg out. She gasped, her pretty face contorting in agony she couldn’t hide. Jed raised an eyebrow, but kept silent. “OK,” she whispered. “Maybe I can’t.” He gently swung her legs around. “Pass me the crutches.” Taking them from her, he held them steady. “OK, take hold of them, and then when you’re ready I’ll help you down.”
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