Passion’s Savage Moon by Colleen French

Author:Colleen French [French, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Evan Marshall Agency
Published: 2017-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

"Bridget, you have to take me to him." Deborah stood on the steps of John's cabin, her hands resting on her hips.

"Take you to who?"

"Tshingee. I know he's alive and I know you know where he is."

Bridget shifted her weight from one foot to the other in obvious discomfort. "How do you know?" Mary peeked from behind her mother's homespun skirts, but remained silent.

"John told me he knew in his heart that his brother was not dead. He told me I must find him."

"I can't believe John'd want you to have any more to do with his brother or him." Bridget brought her fingers to her pale lips. "Don't you think you've done enough harm?"

"I've done nothing. My father's actions are his own. I love Tshingee. He would come to me if I were hurt. I have to do what I can for him."

Bridget shook her head. "Nothing can be done for him. He's fevered bad. He's dying. He's got musket balls in his back." She brought her worn shawl over her shoulders. "Only the Lord can save him now."

"God's teeth, Bridget." Impatiently, Deborah pushed her way through the door. "Don't start with that again. I fully believe in the Lord's powers, but he put heads on our shoulders for a purpose. I'll not let Tshingee lie out there in the snow and die as long as there's breath in my body." She pulled Mary's cloak off the cabin wall and tossed it to the little girl. Next she handed Bridget hers. "Now get this on and take me to Tshingee. I've brought medicine, warm blankets, and food. I can't be gone long. My father is already suspicious of my disappearances."

Bridget pushed back a stringy lock of flaming red hair that fell forward over her forehead. "If I take you to him, the Earl's men will follow us. They'll kill my husband's brother."

"If you don't take me to him, he'll die anyway," Deborah countered.

Mary slipped on her cloak and tied the hood tightly around her neck. On the front of the cloak the silver broach Deborah had given her months ago was prominently displayed. "If you want, Mama, I could show Deborah where my uncle is."

"You could never find it," Bridget stated hopefully.

"Oh, but I could, Mama. My uncle taught me to always know where I was going and always know where I'd been." She took her mother's hand. "You could stay here where it's warm and bake our bread while I take Deborah."

"Yes, Bridget, why don't you stay here? Mary and I will be fine."

"I . . . I don't know."

"Bridget." Deborah took her arm "John trusts me. You have to trust me too. I would never let any harm come to your daughter. She can just lead me to Tshingee and then come right back."

"No. I don't want her in the woods alone. Wild dogs."

"All right. Then I'll bring her back before I return to Host's Wealth." When Bridget gave no immediate reply, Deborah added, "It's what John would want you to do.

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