Sophie's Daughters Trilogy by Mary Connealy

Author:Mary Connealy [ Connealy, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-62029-531-1
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2011-03-25T16:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Wise Sister came into sight through Logan’s oversized windows and saved Sally from wiping that smug smile off Logan’s face with her fist.

Wise Sister moved quietly, smoothly, with no apparent haste, but she was a woman who got things done. She’d left this morning, probably before dawn, and now here she was back with a haunch of venison over her shoulder.

Sally couldn’t wait to hear what had happened. She stood, grabbing her crutch.

“Stay put. You’ll fall.” Logan stepped away from his sculpture toward his stupid painting that looked nothing like her. Well, truly it did look like her, except for that empty-headed expression on her face.

“I’m fine. Go back to your picture.” Sally, slowly, experimenting with the pain and the balance, moved to the door. The crutch, tucked under her right arm, worked well to substitute for her broken right ankle. She’d have her hands full getting on and off a horse, but she could manage.

Somehow.

She might need to make a second crutch. Rig a strap to them to hang over the saddle horn. And she’d helped Beth once plaster a broken arm, so she knew how to do that, too. Two crutches and a plaster cast and she was on her way.

She wondered where in the world she was and how to get to Mandy’s from here or find Luther from here. The thought of Mandy picked up the pace of Sally’s heart. She felt a growing desperation to get to her sister. Or maybe to get away from Logan, she couldn’t be sure, but the result gave her both: distance from the painter and her sharpshooting sister at her back.

She thought of Logan’s warm kisses and her own odd expression in that painting and did her best to think about everything except here. She swung the door open just as Wise Sister came up to the cabin. “Did you see anyone?”

“I found tracks. Two groups. Four men. Much hunting.” Her dark eyes gleamed. Sally felt like she knew this woman right down to the bone and she adored her. Smart, strong, quiet. A woman molded by the brutal West and thriving.

“Much hunting for you, Sally girl.” Wise Sister didn’t come inside. She headed for a stump near the house, stained rust brown from blood. With little noticeable exertion, she heaved the haunch onto the stump with a dull thud.

Sally didn’t bother asking why Wise Sister thought they searched for her. She trusted Wise Sister’s instincts. “Tell me about the men.” She followed Wise Sister the few feet to her butchering block.

“I saw no one.” Wise Sister produced a knife from a sheath on her waist.

Sally heard movement behind her and knew Logan had left his precious painting to listen to the talk. She did her best not to sniff at him—the pig who had kissed her and made her feel things then so politely told her he couldn’t do her the enormous favor of keeping her as his queen in a fool’s kingdom.

“Tell me.” Sally watched Wise Sister sharpen her knife with a little round stone that lay beside the stump.

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