Never Deny Your Heart (Kellington Book Five) by Driscoll Maureen

Author:Driscoll, Maureen [Driscoll, Maureen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-02-21T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Miss Rose! The church has collapsed!” The young girl at the door, one of Rosalind’s students, was frantic. “Come quick!”

But before Rosalind could ask the girl any questions, Liam ran past her on his way to the church. Rosalind lingered only long enough to put on her cloak and to grab Liam’s greatcoat before chasing after him, with the girl in tow.

When she reached the church, it seemed like the entire village was there helping out. Gabriel was asking whether anyone had been inside, even as he waded through the wreckage. While three walls were still standing, the roof had caved in. Support beams and other sections of wood were strewn about.

“Where’s Mayweather?” asked Gabriel.

“Here,” said the pastor, who had been in the small rectory when the collapse had occurred. “But I fear Mrs. Armstrong may be inside. This is her day to clean.”

One of the girls who’d gathered by the side of the road began to cry, while her ten-year-old brother ran toward the church. Rosalind caught him before he could put himself in harm’s way.

“Please Bobby,” she said. “Stay here with your sister.”

“But our ma!” The boy was close to tears, but valiantly trying to stave them off.

“Leave that to the others. Your sister needs you now.”

Rosalind held both the children to her, as she tried to keep the others out of the way. Gabriel was already picking his way through the wreckage on his way to the altar which looked to have a safe area large enough to protect someone.

“Is there a surgeon in the village?” Liam asked the group at large.

“Naught but the smithy and he’s already working to clear the path,” said Gabriel.

Liam addressed his coachman, who’d come running when he’d heard the collapse. “Paul, have someone take you to the nearest surgeon, then fetch him here.” His servant immediately set out to do so.

Liam continued giving orders. “We need something on which to transport Mrs. Armstrong safely once we reach her. Perhaps a door or two beams of wood on which to fasten a stretcher.” Several men began gathering the supplies. He turned to the women. “We’ll also need strips of cloth for bandages and hot water and soap to clean any wounds. If that is not available, whiskey will do.”

“But Mrs. Armstrong does not drink spirits!” said a very affronted Mrs. Milton.

“It is not for her to drink. It is to clean any wounds.”

“I have never heard of such a thing.”

“Trust me it, works,” said Liam, in a tone that declared the discussion was over. “Now bring those things immediately.” With that he joined the others in wading through the wreckage.

Gabriel eyed him warily. “You’re as like to hurt yourself as help Mrs. Armstrong, your grace.”

“I am more useful than I look. I believe that beam is the key to uncovering the altar,” he said, pointing to a beam sticking out a few yards ahead of them. “If you and I and…” Here he pointed to the smithy, “Taney lift, the others can crawl under to see if Mrs.

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