Highlander's Rescue A Cree & Dawn Short Story (Cree & Dawn Short Stories Book 4) by Donna Fletcher Page A
Authors: Donna Fletcher
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strong fire going, it would heat the room nicely and give more light. She grabbed the candle and held it high, searching the room. She smiled when she spotted a broken bench discarded in a corner. She hurried and gathered the pieces, stacking them in the fireplace.
She went to Wintra, tapped her own chest, pointed to the door, then pointed back to the room.
“You are leaving but will return quickly?”
Dawn nodded.
Wintra slipped her hand out from beneath the cloak and grabbed Dawn’s hand. “Please do not be long.”
Dawn crossed two fingers and tapped her chest with them, then tapped Wintra’s hand.
Wintra smiled. “We are stuck to each other.”
Dawn nodded and hurried to the other room, grateful Margaret still slept. The fire was gobbling at the plank she had placed part way in the hearth. Dawn managed to dislodge a large enough sliver, the fire still eating one end, and she grabbed a small hunk of bread off the plate on the chest by the bed and took it to Wintra.
She gobbled down the bread fast while Dawn saw to getting a fire going. It did not take long for the wood to burst into flames and when Dawn saw Wintra in brighter light, tears stung her eyes. Not only was her eye swollen, but her jaw was bruised on one side.
Torr would be furious and out for revenge against whoever did this to her. She did not even want to think what Cree would do.
Dawn leaned over to rip a piece off the bottom of her shift, then went and sat by Wintra and gently wiped the grime off her face.
“I was seeking shelter from the fierce snowstorm. I thought I would get sanctuary here, at least until the worst of the storm passed.” Wintra shook her head. “I was wrong, though I still do not understand why they took me prisoner. What do they want with me?”
Dawn wondered the same herself. Why were they holding two pregnant women prisoners?
Wintra and Dawn both grew silent when they heard footfalls coming up the stairs. Dawn pressed her finger to Wintra’s lips, warning her to remain silent. She went to the door and gave Wintra a nod before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
She stood in the open doorway of Margaret’s room, waiting for whoever was climbing the stairs.
It was Cathan and Netty, and they were arguing.
“You said we would leave,” Netty complained.
“When we are done,” Cathan snapped.
“We are done with the warriors.”
“We are not done with the woman.”
Silence followed until they finally stepped in front of Dawn.
“She is well?” Cathan asked, placing two buckets of water to the side of the door and Netty placed another there as well.
Dawn nodded and pressed her finger to her lips and rested the back of her hand to her cheek.
“She is sleeping?” Cathan asked.
Dawn nodded again, then reached out and grabbed Netty’s hand and tugged her along to the other room. The woman was so shocked, she followed without protest as did Cathan.
Wintra had sat up in bed and looked prepared to flee, but settled when she saw Dawn. There was fury in her eyes and shock in the two women’s eyes that had entered with her.
Dawn did not release her hold on Netty, fearing she would run. She tapped the woman’s chest and pointed to Wintra, then tapped the woman’s head and shrugged.
Wintra spoke up, understanding what Dawn was saying. “She wants to know if you knew I was in here.”
Fear had Netty speaking freely. “I was told never to enter this room or they would give me a good lashing, so I did what I was told.”
“You are Wintra?” Cathan asked.
“I am,” Wintra said, “and do you know why I am being held prisoner here.”
“No, no,” Cathan said hastily. “I only know your husband searches for you.”
“I want to go home,” Netty said. “I know nothing about this and want nothing to do with it. Let me go home.”
Tears gathered in her aging eyes and Dawn realized she was just a pawn in whatever was happening here and that Cathan had not spoken the truth.
“Wipe those
She went to Wintra, tapped her own chest, pointed to the door, then pointed back to the room.
“You are leaving but will return quickly?”
Dawn nodded.
Wintra slipped her hand out from beneath the cloak and grabbed Dawn’s hand. “Please do not be long.”
Dawn crossed two fingers and tapped her chest with them, then tapped Wintra’s hand.
Wintra smiled. “We are stuck to each other.”
Dawn nodded and hurried to the other room, grateful Margaret still slept. The fire was gobbling at the plank she had placed part way in the hearth. Dawn managed to dislodge a large enough sliver, the fire still eating one end, and she grabbed a small hunk of bread off the plate on the chest by the bed and took it to Wintra.
She gobbled down the bread fast while Dawn saw to getting a fire going. It did not take long for the wood to burst into flames and when Dawn saw Wintra in brighter light, tears stung her eyes. Not only was her eye swollen, but her jaw was bruised on one side.
Torr would be furious and out for revenge against whoever did this to her. She did not even want to think what Cree would do.
Dawn leaned over to rip a piece off the bottom of her shift, then went and sat by Wintra and gently wiped the grime off her face.
“I was seeking shelter from the fierce snowstorm. I thought I would get sanctuary here, at least until the worst of the storm passed.” Wintra shook her head. “I was wrong, though I still do not understand why they took me prisoner. What do they want with me?”
Dawn wondered the same herself. Why were they holding two pregnant women prisoners?
Wintra and Dawn both grew silent when they heard footfalls coming up the stairs. Dawn pressed her finger to Wintra’s lips, warning her to remain silent. She went to the door and gave Wintra a nod before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
She stood in the open doorway of Margaret’s room, waiting for whoever was climbing the stairs.
It was Cathan and Netty, and they were arguing.
“You said we would leave,” Netty complained.
“When we are done,” Cathan snapped.
“We are done with the warriors.”
“We are not done with the woman.”
Silence followed until they finally stepped in front of Dawn.
“She is well?” Cathan asked, placing two buckets of water to the side of the door and Netty placed another there as well.
Dawn nodded and pressed her finger to her lips and rested the back of her hand to her cheek.
“She is sleeping?” Cathan asked.
Dawn nodded again, then reached out and grabbed Netty’s hand and tugged her along to the other room. The woman was so shocked, she followed without protest as did Cathan.
Wintra had sat up in bed and looked prepared to flee, but settled when she saw Dawn. There was fury in her eyes and shock in the two women’s eyes that had entered with her.
Dawn did not release her hold on Netty, fearing she would run. She tapped the woman’s chest and pointed to Wintra, then tapped the woman’s head and shrugged.
Wintra spoke up, understanding what Dawn was saying. “She wants to know if you knew I was in here.”
Fear had Netty speaking freely. “I was told never to enter this room or they would give me a good lashing, so I did what I was told.”
“You are Wintra?” Cathan asked.
“I am,” Wintra said, “and do you know why I am being held prisoner here.”
“No, no,” Cathan said hastily. “I only know your husband searches for you.”
“I want to go home,” Netty said. “I know nothing about this and want nothing to do with it. Let me go home.”
Tears gathered in her aging eyes and Dawn realized she was just a pawn in whatever was happening here and that Cathan had not spoken the truth.
“Wipe those
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