Denver
“a stunned voice asked, and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours Dan found himself on top of a female in the snow. Only this one wasn’t as round and soft as the other. She felt tiny and frail. A total illusion.
“I’m Dan Castle,” he said dryly, standing up and pulling her to her feet. He rubbed his shoulder. “If I had known,” he said almost to himself, “I’d have ridden like the demons of hell were after me. Did you hit those men with the club too?” he asked, looking at the thick gnarled club in the snow.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding truly contrite as she retrieved the club. “Are you hurt badly?”
“I’m going to live,” he said, touching the side of his head gingerly and pulling away his hand covered with warm blood.
“Oh, my goodness, you’re bleeding!”
“Your goodness is not the way I would describe the past few minutes,”
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