The Outcast
“At his age it wasn’t often that his emotions ran out of control, but the horrid sight of his devoted wife staggering out of the forest with blood oozing down her forehead and over her face tore a screech of pure fury from Shakespeare’s throat.
Zach was younger by more than fifty years and considered fleet of foot, but it was Shakespeare who reached Blue Water Woman first, Shakespeare who caught her as she collapsed, Shakespeare who gently lowered her to the ground and tenderly touched her cheek.
“God, no.”
Zach hunkered on the other side of her. “How bad is she?” he asked.
Shakespeare was probing with his fingertips to find out. She had been struck; that much was obvious. He found a deep gash above her hairline. It was the only wound, but it was enough. The blood would not stop. “We must get her inside.”
“I’ll help.” Zach was near frantic about Lou, but Blue Water Woman needed immediate attention.
They carried her into the cabin. Zach was all for putting her on the bed, but Shakespear...e set her down on the bearskin rug in front of the stone fireplace.MoreLess
Zach was younger by more than fifty years and considered fleet of foot, but it was Shakespeare who reached Blue Water Woman first, Shakespeare who caught her as she collapsed, Shakespeare who gently lowered her to the ground and tenderly touched her cheek.
“God, no.”
Zach hunkered on the other side of her. “How bad is she?” he asked.
Shakespeare was probing with his fingertips to find out. She had been struck; that much was obvious. He found a deep gash above her hairline. It was the only wound, but it was enough. The blood would not stop. “We must get her inside.”
“I’ll help.” Zach was near frantic about Lou, but Blue Water Woman needed immediate attention.
They carried her into the cabin. Zach was all for putting her on the bed, but Shakespear...e set her down on the bearskin rug in front of the stone fireplace.MoreLess
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