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tasted surprisingly cool and sweet and she drank it all before handing the ladle back to him.
    She realized that her side was beginning to hurt again and she just felt so, so tired. She would have given anything right about now for a couple of ibuprofens and maybe some peroxide or some kind of disinfectant. Anything, really, to make sure she didn’t get an infection and to stop this infernal pain! But there was no such thing here.
    She struggled not to yawn and felt angry and ashamed that she could even think about sleep when she needed to be figuring out how to get out of here. But her body would not be denied.
    Completely exhausted, both physically and emotionally, she rolled over onto her uninjured side and within minutes she was sound asleep.

Chapter Five
     
    Sarah awoke a few hours later. The pain in her side was feeling somewhat better now, and her head felt normal. But things were not normal. Before falling asleep she had hoped when she woke up she would find herself in her own bed, relieved to know it had all been just a bad case of nerves about the wedding. But it was not to be, as her surroundings so rudely reminded her.
    She sat up and looked around the wagon. Dominic was nowhere to be seen. Thank God. She couldn’t think straight with his reeking presence hanging over her. “ Damn. Why couldn’t I have dropped into a century where people believed in the use of soap and water?” she thought to herself .  But that was the least of her worries right now.
    She had to figure out how to get away from Dominic and his men. Then she could think straight and try to find a way to get back to her own time…if there was a way back to her own time.
    She swallowed back the lump in her throat that threatened to bring a fresh outpouring of tears. She had to be strong now. Crying would do no good. If there was a way to fall back through time into this century, then there must be a way to fall forward through time and get home.
    She looked down at her nakedness and realized the first thing she needed to do was take a look and see just how bad the burn was. She carefully pulled back the bandage and cringed when she saw the deep, angry mark that was about four inches long and two inches wide down her side. There was a raw patch in the center where the skin had been burned down into the deeper layers and there were smaller blisters all around it. The skin was slightly browned around the edges and some kind of ointment or salve that had an earthy smell to it was plastered on there. The pain was not quite as bad as it had been earlier. She decided to just leave the bandage on there to keep the dirt out and in hopes that the salve had some kind of antiseptic properties, until she could get to some water and hopefully some kind of soap.
    Next, she needed to find something to wear. Looking around the perimeter of the wagon, she spied a white shirt hanging from a large peg of wood on the canopy frame. She got up, stretched the kinks out of her back and walked over to it . Great. What if it’s his?
    She carefully pulled the shirt down from its crude hook and smelled it making sure she didn’t bring it too close to her nostrils. To her surprise, the shirt smelled fresh, like it had been recently washed and hung outdoors, so she threw off the blanket and the torn nightgown and slipped the garment over her shoulders. The sleeves went way past her hands so she cuffed them up to her elbows. The hem was also quite long. It reached most of the way down her thighs.
    This was good. At least she was decently covered. It would be nice if she had some clean underwear and a pair of pants, but it would do for now. She walked over to the end of the wagon where the canopy was slightly parted to take a peek outside and she if he was anywhere in view and to take a look at this group of lowlifes he lived with, if they were milling around anywhere. She needed to know what she was up against. Cautiously parting the cloth just a tiny crack, so as not to