If you're a fan of The Wylder West Series, you're already aware that a few weeks ago a series within the bigger series released. All three stories took place in the days leading up to Christmas, during a brutal snowstorm when a train derailment stranded visitors in the wild west town.
She shivered, then gasped as heat touched her skin. With one hand he supported her back when she seemed too stiff to lie against the metal surface. The other hand brought streams of water up to drizzle over her. A little river down her neck, another wave of droplets across her shoulders, more splashed up on her belly.
“Meg, honey can you hear me?” His heart hammered in his chest when she stared at him. God, but he couldn’t lose her now! “I know you’re cold, but do you understand what’s happening? Do you know who I am?”
She nodded. A twitch of the lips may have been an effort to smile, he couldn’t tell for sure although he hoped so.
This wouldn’t do. She couldn’t warm up quickly enough.
No time to fetch the doctor. In this storm, she’d die before he got back with Coyote.
The water in the second round of pots simmered so he added it to the bath.
Then, he stood and removed his clothes.
He eased his body into the tub behind hers, slipped the blanket out of the way, and wrapped his arms around her. The wet blanket draped over the bottom edge of the tub, forming a tent that kept the steam rising off the water swirling around their legs.
“It’s gonna be all right, I promise. Stay with me, honey.”
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