Forgotten Son. Linda Warren

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      There was nothing he could do about that now. He climbed behind her, acting like a shield as he boosted her up. He’d forcefully shoved her to the top when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement as the dogs charged toward the fence.

      Caroline was over. “Run, run, run!” Eli shouted.

      He made to swing over the top, but one of the dogs leaped into the air and clamped its teeth on his right arm, banging him against the fence. Suspended in air, the canine fiercely held on to his prey. Eli struggled to dislodge it, but the dog’s jaws were strong.

      Caroline turned and saw Eli struggling with one of the dogs. She ran back. The Dobermans saw her and switched their attention to her, lunging against the fence. This broke the other dog’s concentration and it fell to the ground, freeing Eli, who also tumbled to the ground—but on the right side of the fence. He quickly jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand. They hurried into the woods as the first clan member reached the fence, yelling unchristian words at them.

      Eli kept running, pulling Caroline behind him. On and on they raced through the thicket. Eli’s arm burned, but he didn’t pay any attention. He had one goal—to get them to the country road and safety before the clan caught up with them.

      They passed through thicket after thicket, then into a valley lined with tall grasses, and into dense woods again. Eli kept a firm grip on Caroline. She was holding up well and he admired her spirit. His own legs grew tired and his chest was tight with exhaustion, but he never wavered or stopped. He wasn’t sure if Buford and his men would follow, so he wanted to get them far, far away.

      Finally, Eli tripped, and they tumbled in a heap on the spring grasses. Neither moved—they were too exhausted. Caroline lay on top of him for a moment, then moved to his side to lie on her back.

      He sucked air into his starving lungs. “You okay?” he gasped.

      “Yes,” she breathed, panting, then pointed to the sky.

      “Look, Eli, look.”

      He glanced up and saw the sun peeking above the treetops, heralding a new day. He took joy in that. He’d found her and they were out. Buford would not control or ruin her life. Eli took joy in that, too.

      “That’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” she said, her eyes shining as the morning sun chased away the night, the darkness.

      He looked at her and saw her clearly for the first time. Her blond hair was dirty, as was her skin and clothes, but her green eyes were bright with wonder.

      “Isn’t it, Eli?”

      He lost the gist of the conversation, but quickly recovered. “Yes,” he answered, his eyes never leaving her face.

      She brushed back her hair and he caught sight of her hands.

      He sat up and reached for them. “Oh, my God.” Both palms were scratched and bleeding, the blood caking with the dirt on her skin.

      “They’re okay,” she said, pulling her hands away and sitting up.

      His eyes traveled to her bare feet, then he lifted a foot to stare at the bottom. He closed his eyes briefly. The sole was one bloody mess, and he knew she had to be in a lot of pain. Dammit. He should have carried her when he realized she didn’t have any shoes on. But after the encounter with the dogs, he’d just wanted to get her to safety. He unlaced his sneakers.

      “What are you doing?” she asked.

      “You need something on your feet.”

      “Your shoes are too big for me.”

      “I know,” he said. Pulling off his socks, he gently slipped them on her feet. “That’s not much, but it should help.”

      “Thank you.” She touched his arm. “You’re hurt, too.”

      His right sleeve was torn and bloody. “It’s just a scratch.” He put his sneakers back on and got to his feet.

      “We’d better make it to the road.”

      He bent to pick her up, but she pushed his arms away. “No, you’re not carrying me.”

      “You can’t walk on those feet.”

      She stood. “Watch me.”

      He grunted. “God, you don’t take orders very well.”

      “No. Now let’s go.” Her eyes held his. This woman was a fighter, a survivor. Buford and his clan would never have been able to brainwash her. She would have died in that dark hole of a grave. Eli wondered about the “others” that Ruth and Amos had mentioned. How many women had died in that makeshift tomb?

      Eli shook his head and started walking. Caroline followed. Even though he was perturbed at her stubbornness, he admired her courage. That courage would help her in the days ahead.

      After another long walk, the road at last came into view. They sat in the bushes, out of sight in case Buford was looking for them.

      “We’ll wait until a vehicle comes along so we can get help.”

      “Okay.” Caroline was glad to rest, and she stared down the blacktop road toward a bend in the distance. She hoped someone would come soon, but as long as Eli was with her she could wait. Her hands and feet burned and her clothes were torn and filthy, but freedom was an exhilarating feeling.

      Eli had saved her life. Her sanity.

      She was out of the darkness, and her thoughts weren’t so disoriented or confused now. Fresh oxygen had cleared away the cobwebs, the near insanity, and she knew this was real. The man beside her was real.

      She glanced at him and took in this extraordinary person. He was tall, his features prominent and sharp, as if they’d been carved from stone. He had an aura of strength that would deter anyone from daring to change anything about him. She didn’t know him, but she instinctively knew that Elijah Coltrane did not take well to change.

      “How are your hands?” he asked, watching the road.

      “They’re burning a little, but they’ll be fine.”

      He turned his head caught his left sleeve with his teeth and jerked. The fabric tore at the seam. With his right hand Eli unbuttoned the cuff and gathered the cloth, which he continued to rip into strips with his teeth. She watched in awe.

      Without a word, he took her hand and wrapped some strips around it. He did that to the other one, and she knew better than to tell him it wasn’t necessary.

      When finished, he asked, “How’s that?”

      “Better,” she had to admit. “The burning isn’t so bad.”

      “You couldn’t have done all this on the fence.”

      She swallowed. “When I was scared, I’d beat on the wall of that room with the palm of my hand, then my fist, hoping someone would hear me. I just wanted out of there.”

      “You’re out now and you’ll soon get medical attention.” СКАЧАТЬ