Yellow Rock by Elle Marlow

Author:Elle Marlow [Marlow, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-19T05:00:00+00:00

Dutch dropped the turkey he’d shot, to hold onto the wildcat who’d ran straight into him wielding a butter knife. Her eyes were glazed over from fear and then her mouth opened for a silent scream or worse, to gasp for air. He had no choice but to hold Willow snuggly against him until she tired herself out. Within moments, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body grew slack in his arms. What just happened? He’d only been gone ten minutes.

He lifted her into his arms then hunkered down to retrieve the bird. With the woman over the left shoulder, the rifle on the right and the bird hanging from his hands by an outstretched wing, he carried it all back to his cabin.

Dropping the bird to the floor, and then leaning the rifle against the wall, Dutch noticed the table. She’d set it for dinner using his gold pans for plates. The sight of her efforts to make her life normal, squeezed at his chest until he felt as if he’d been the one shot instead of the turkey. Suddenly, the weight of Willow’s burden, was his to bear.

Carefully, and misty-eyed, he’d laid Willow on the cot. He then dropped to his knees beside her to ensure himself that she hadn’t seriously injured herself. Muddy tear streaks marked the side of her face and pine needles lodged themselves into her hair, but that was it. There didn’t seem to be any damage. Of course, her real injuries were on the inside, and he was at a loss as to what to do to help her. But he felt it. He could feel every last ounce of it, and he realized that even though she was stronger than she gave herself credit for, he wanted to help her.

The sun filtered through the window and bathed Willow with its soft light. He couldn’t help it, he knew he shouldn’t, and if she were awake, she’d probably skin him alive, but he reached out and ran a finger along her face marveling at how incredibly luxurious her skin felt under his finger. Willow’s femininity called out to him and touched places of his heart he’d thought died long ago.

With his gut in knots, and figuring she needed to rest, Dutch took the turkey outside to clean it. This time last week his main concern was gold. He realized he hadn’t really thought about gold since the day he saw Willow strung up in that tree. But he still needed it. They needed it. If he was going to have a woman around, he’d have to go back to town to purchase things to turn this cabin into a real home. He cringed as he pulled the feathers away from the bird. He could hear the questions from people now. What would Dutch want with dishes and soft blankets? With a shake of his head, Dutch realized that a week ago, he would have laughed off anyone if they would

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