every night to keep the wolves at bayâthose pesky critters can get mighty ugly when theyâre hungry.â He removed his hat. âMaâam, I wouldnât feel right sending you off like this unless I remind you of the snakesââcourse itâs getting a little cold for the rattlers but you can never be too careful. If they get your horse then youâre on foot, and that would be troublesome. Trying to pack a bedroll and foodâthatâs tough, but if youâre lucky youâll run into men on the roadâbut here again Iâm presuming to tell you what to do and I do know how you donât take kindly to that sort of thing. Now, some of those men are the mean sort. Real mean.â He settled his hat back on his head. âGuess thatâs about it. You be sure and wrap up tightly because if snow moves in, a body can freeze to death in the elements.â
By now Copper had lain over the saddle pommel and was staring blankly up at him. The cad. He was going to let her ride off to face certain deathâa woman alone. A woman in so much pain she wanted to roll on the ground and tear her hair out by the roots.
âWell.â He lifted his hand to smack the horseâs flank, sending her on her way. âHave a safe trip.â
âStop!â She barely recognized her voice, but she knew sheâd yelled. She broke into sobs. She hurt so badly.
Redlin gently gathered her into his arms, and she buried her face in his warm shoulder and let her emotions come.
His voice was warm against her temple. âI know you detest me, Copper, but I am not the enemy. Iâm trying to help you.â He paused, lifting her chin, forcing her to look at him. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks. âYouâre a sensible woman. What Iâm going to tell you isnât meantto frighten you, but you have to know the severity of your wound. The injury is so grave that you could lose your foot unless itâs handled properly. Infection might set in, but isnât likely at this point since thereâs no break in the skin, but Dr. Smith doesnât know what weâre dealing with. Dr. Dyson will.â
Her face nestled deeper into his buckskin jacket as the frightening words penetrated. She would be a cripple. She didnât want to live.
âThereâs an excellent doctor in Fort Riceson, and Matthews believes this man can save the limb.â
âMy ankle isnât infected now?â
His tone gentled. âIt doesnât appear to be. Thatâs why we canât waste time going on wild-goose chases. Letâs get to the fort first and see what Dyson says.â His gaze met hers in the moonlight. âCan we please call a truce in this insane feud between us? Will you stop fighting me and help me get you to Fort Riceson and back to good health?â
She was so exhausted his plea barely touched the corner of her mind, but she understood the animosity must stop. If she was to have any chance to save the foot, she had to swallow her pride and get along.
âNod if you agree.â
She nodded.
âThen letâs get you back to Adeleâs wagon. She has a hot water bottle waiting for you.â
âCan I have two spoons of laudanum tonight?â
âAdele tells me you havenât been swallowing the ones sheâs given you. Thereâs a precious, limited supply.â
âI wonât spit it out again.â That she could promise if this dreadful pain would only cease.
âIâll speak to Adele. Weâll keep you comfortable.â
Josh Redlin might be the most maddening man the good Lord ever put on this earth, but at that moment Copper thought he was very close to being an angel.
And she would swallow every beloved drop of laudanum.
That was one promise she would have no trouble keeping.
Chapter 5
T he wagon creaked over the rutted terrain. Copper lay on her pallet thinking that she had seen enough canvas ceiling to last a