Deliver (The Blades of Acktar Book 4) by Mingerink Tricia

Author:Mingerink, Tricia [Mingerink, Tricia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Sword & Cross Publishing
Published: 2017-04-25T04:00:00+00:00

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After three days of howling winds and driving snow, the crystal flakes finally lay silent and shimmering across the jagged cliffs and hollows of the Sheered Rock Hills. Martyn tucked his hood tighter around his ears as he ducked under a pine branch laden with several inches of the fresh snow.

Beneath him, Wanderer trudged through the drifted snow, sometimes plowing through patches that reached his chest. Even though the blizzard had obscured the trail Martyn had worn into the snow between his cabin and Kayleigh’s, Wanderer automatically followed the same path.

Martyn breathed a little easier when he spotted the curl of smoke rising above the treetops as he neared Kayleigh’s cabin. The blizzard had made it too dangerous to go any farther than the shed behind Old Man Bendwick’s cabin where Wanderer and the pack mule stayed. Not that he’d really been worried that something would’ve happened to her. Of course not.

He and Wanderer crested a rise. Kayleigh’s cabin tucked into the hollow in a nest of pine trees. After turning Wanderer into the corral to paw up what little grass he could still scavenge, Martyn trudged onto the porch and knocked.

After a moment, Kayleigh flung the door open. “You’re all right! That blizzard was a nasty one, and I knew you were too smart to try to make it here, but I…” She trailed off and stepped aside. “Never mind. You’d better come in.”

Martyn stepped into the bright warmth of her kitchen. Venison simmered in a pan, along with two small corn cakes. He grinned as he unwrapped his scarf, hung it on a peg, and unclasped his cloak. Just in time for breakfast. A hot breakfast. So much better than the dried meat and hard biscuits from his pack he’d lived on the past few days.

He grabbed the plates and utensils from the cupboard while Kayleigh brought the pan to the table. After he’d taken a seat, she folded her hands and prayed.

Martyn ignored her, set her plate and silverware in front of her, and helped himself to the food. When she opened her eyes, she claimed her corn cake and half of the venison sausage.

Martyn waved his fork at the cupboards behind her. “How are you set on supplies?”

She glared, furiously chewing on the bite she’d just popped into her mouth. The longer he stared, the redder her cheeks became. Martyn fought to hold back his grin.

She dipped her chin as she swallowed. “A little low on corn flour and other baking supplies. But I can stretch it if we have to. We have more than enough meat.”

Martyn stabbed another bite. They could stretch it. Eat nothing besides venison stored in her smokehouse for the next month or two. But he’d gotten less than he’d hoped when he’d made his last trip to Walden in the fall. If this turned into a long winter, it’d be better if they had more supplies and to get them now before they were used up. “I was thinking I’d ride into town to see if I could get more.

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