I felt my
Bible faced down on my stomach. That’s
right! I had been reading it when I fell
asleep. Harsh sunlight pried my eyes
open and I was immediately blinded but a dark figure blocking the sun. My vision sharpened and the figure became
clear; it was a man crouching over me.
He had a rugged, chiseled face with high
cheekbones framed by an auburn mustache and beard. I’d never seen anyone who looked quite like
him before. I was much taken and could scarcely
look away. His eyes were shadowed,
though, by a dusty, leather hat with a wide brim.
He muttered something then said it
again. I heard him clearly the second
time.
“Are you all right?”
“I think so. Where am I?” I asked.
“You’re on my ranch.”
Warily, I pulled myself up to look around. I
was still in my night clothes: grey pajama pants and a turquoise, thermal
hoodie bought for day wear but destined to become a night shirt.
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