Bounty Beyond Reason by Kari Trumbo

Author:Kari Trumbo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kari Trumbo

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cort had gone more than a month since he’d ventured close enough to see the witch's tent. People just gave her a wide berth. She never attended church, was only ever seen gathering plants, never spoke in English only in this strange sing-song French—and only when people had enough gumption to go talk to her—and she had cat's eyes. If that wasn't enough to set people off, she also wore a deep red cloak and black gloves, all the time. Even when the temperature was hot enough to melt a man. It just wasn't natural. Now, he had to face her after she'd brained him. At least he could thank her for directing him in the rain the night before.

"Seraphina? You out here?" He called quietly. He would be better off if no one ever knew he’s been out to see her. He didn't even want to be there, but his bandaged hand was swelling more than he felt comfortable with. She was the only other person who knew what to put on it. He wouldn't bother finding Hannah. That would beat his pride to a bloody pulp.

He crept closer to her cabin, which sat behind a small bush. Next to the small structure was a ratty old tent. the roof seemed torn and he couldn’t figure out why no one had taken it down. There was no fire in the pit and the campsite looked abandoned.

"Seraphina?"

The flap of the tent moved slightly and he could see the shape of someone inside. She didn't come out, but instead, motioned him inside from within. He'd faced down the Mississippi River, more gunman than he could recall, the Isthmus of Panama with its screaming monkeys, but he did not want to go in that tent.

"Can't you come out here?" He waited, his hand throbbing.

The tent flap fell closed. “I guess that means no,” he mumbled.

He bit back a cuss that would do him no good. Twice in as many days he'd thought about the Lord. He hadn't done that since losing his wife, but he genuflected as he made his way to the tent, confessing everything he could remember that he'd done…starting with kissing Hannah.

He pulled back the flap and stepped inside. It was as large as his gambling tent, with the exception that this one had a blanket hung up in the center, presumably so her brother could live on one side and she on the other.

For once, she was without her cape, and to say she was tiny would have missed the mark. She was downright skeletal. Inside the tent was stiflingly hot and he tugged at the collar of his shirt as perspiration beaded on his forehead. She had rugs hung on her side of the tent from the center pole to the edge and down the wall, blocking all the light. Her hair was as black as pitch and her skin was almost translucent with just a tinge of gold, giving her a somewhat sickly pallor.

Her dark amber eyes searched his.

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