Chapter 1
“Lindsay are you
sure you want to go out there now. It’s getting dark, and it’s freezing
outside,” her mother Raquel’s voice was full of concern.
“I have to mom.
One of the horses, Rango, is missing. He’s young and he doesn't know how to
find his way back to the ranch like the other horses to. Plus with the recent
coyote attacks on the horses, I can’t afford to take any chances,” Lindsay said
as she pulled on her thick down winter coat, and grabbed for her pistol
“ I've always
hated that thing,” her mother said, referring to the pistol.
“Don’t worry
mom, I've never actually had to shoot anything other than warning shots. It’s
mostly just to scare predators away,” Lindsay assured
She grabbed for
the keys to the blue Toyota pickup truck, and left the house. Her mother was
hot on her trail.
“At least take
the horse not the truck. The horse would be easier to navigate through all the
thick snow.”
“No, I’ll be
fine. Go back inside before you catch a cold,” Lindsay told her mother, before
hopping up into the truck. As she drove off, she could still see Raquel
standing on the porch watching Lindsay drive off the ranch.
Mothers, they will always find something to
worry about.
Lindsay drove
around the land, keeping a close eye out for the young brown horse and coyotes
as she drove. She knew they were near because she had heard their howling
earlier while eating dinner. That’s what had prompted her to go check on the
horses, and discovering the stable was open and two horses escaped. She had
found the first horse easily, and luckily it was not injured. But Rango was out
there somewhere.
Straining her
eyes, Lindsay saw something off in the distance. Gripping her pistol tighter
just in case it was a coyote ready to attack, she drove her pickup truck in the
direction. If it was a coyote, she needed to drive it away far from her land so
it wouldn’t attack another one of her horses.
Dusk was
settling in, which made things even harder to see, but she could have sworn the
heap in the snow was not animal, but human. Her suspicions were confirmed when
the headlights of her truck lit up the body of a man still in the fluffy white
snow.
Oh God, please let him be okay, she
prayed silently.
Grabbing her
pistol, Lindsay hopped out of the truck and made her way carefully towards the
body. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the massive blood stain jeans on his
right leg. No doubt there was a gaping wound underneath all that mess too. She
suspected the man had gotten attacked by a coyote.
“Are you okay,”
she said, but got no responds.
She knelled down
beside him and used her fingers to feel for a pulse. Thank God there was one,
but he needed medical attention soon. Lindsay had completed medical school, her
residency, and two years on the job, but that was in pediatrics. She had quite
her medical career to return to Montana to help her family care for the horse
ranch when her father explained their recent coyote problem. She was sure the
man on the ground had gotten attacked by a coyote. She had to do something to
help before the coyote returned to finish the job. And if the coyotes didn’t
get to him, the freezing tempters most definitely would. And it would be dark
soon, making it impossible for the man to find his way alone without walking
strait into danger.
Lindsay finally
released her grip on her pistol and put it back into the truck so she had her
hands free to drag the man into the bed of the truck. It was a near impossible
task. The man was twice her 5’3 height, and surely more than double in weight
over her petite frame. But somehow, probably the will of God, helped her get
the man into the truck.
Thank God she
followed her mind and decided to drive the truck to go on coyote patrol,
instead of going on horseback like she normally would.
Lindsay drove
her truck back to her family’s ranch in record time. When she pulled up, she
laid in on the horn until someone came out. The first person to come out was
her younger sister Loren, whose face was full of concern.
“What’s wrong?
What happened? Did you find a coyote? What about Rango, the missing horse,” Loren
rattled out without taking a breath as Lindsay hopped out of the truck.
“Slow down. No,
I did not find Rango, or any coyote’s, but I did find this.” Lindsay opened up
the truck bend to reveal the wounded man inside
Loren gasped in
horror. “Oh dear God! DAD, come quick!”
A few seconds
later a big burly man with wrinkled cinnamon skin, grey curly hair, and
wire-rimmed eyeglasses came out on the porch. Lindsay always
thought her father reminded her of the actor James Earl Jones with his
intensity, his imposing size, and deep mesmerizing voice. But the man standing
on the porch looked weathered, and tired.
“What’s all the
yelling about…oh my!” Bruce said as his amber eyes laid on the bleeding man in
the truck.
“Dad, help me
get him inside so I can end to his leg,” Lindsay said. In her mind she prayed
that some of her medical training would kick in so she can help this man.
Dillon woke to a
bright light in his face, and the first thought was, Am I in heaven?
As his eyes
began to focus, an image of a cute round face the color of raw sienna framed in
dark brown spirally curls, and into view. Beautiful, he thought.
“Are you an
angel,” he asked
A soft chuckle
escaped her mouth and two deep dimples appeared on her cheeks. “Hardly. But I am the woman who saved your
leg.”
His leg, what
was wrong with his leg? Dillon forced his eyes away from the beautiful face,
and down to his leg. He pulled the thick quilt off his body. His eyes landed on
his legs. He had on flannel pajamas with one leg cut up to the thigh. The thigh
which was wrapped heavily in white bandages.
“You had a
massive bite wound on your leg, like something bit into you, but don’t worry,
your going to be okay. I clean up your wound, stitched you up, and gave you all
the necessary shots to make sure you don’t’ get rabies or anything.
Massive wound,
how had that happened? Then he remembered. He had been riding his horse
Midnight, when the horse got spooked by a coyote, causing it to throw Dillon
off its back and go racing off, leaving Dillon to be coyote food. The coyote
had pounced onto his leg before he could move, but Dillon managed to scare it
away with gunshots before it could do any more damage.
But Dillon soon
discovered the pain was too intense to move, and Midnight was nowhere in sight.
He couldn’t stand, let along attempt to walk back to his ranch. So Dillon just
lay there, reasoning this was the fate he deserved. He knew for sure he was
going to die. If the rapidly bleeding wound in his leg didn’t kill him,
hypothermia most certainly would. That’s why when his eyes landed on the soft
beautiful face, he automatically assumed God had forgiven him for his
wrongdoings and allowed him into heaven. But if he wasn’t in heaven, where was
he.
“Where am I,” he
decided to ask.
“Wheaton Horse
ranch,” she told him.
She moved to
pour him a glass of water, so she missed the shocked expression that formed
onto his face. She helped him to sit up.
“Here, drink
this,” she told him, and helped him to sip. “My mom’s making some of her famous
homemade chicken noodle soup for you to eat.”
“I can’t stay
here. I have to go.” Dillon tried to get up, but the pain that shot through his
leg crippled him, and sent him back onto the bed.
“Oh no, you’re
not going anywhere anytime soon. That leg is in bad condition and needs to
fully heal before you can walk on it.”
“What are your,
a doctor or something?”
“Yes, or at
least I used to be,”
Dillon picked up
on a hint of sadness in her voice, but decided not to probe further. It was
none of his business why she quit her career. His business was getting out of
there.