Chapter 16
Katrina gazed at Richard’s sleeping face. The pained grimace relaxed into an angelic expression as he drifted into a deep, and hopefully healing, sleep. She knew that he was doing his best to hide his injuries from her, so as not to worry her.
But she was worried, very much so. She’d seen the awful wounds and bruises on his back and guessed that at least some of his ribs were broken. She gave herself time to relax and leaned against the trunk, alone with her thoughts, waiting for the refugees to pass by.
Had she made the right decision by going with him? Should she have stayed? Returned to her parents’ farm? Her heart grew weary with nostalgia, but one glance at Richard’s face told her that wherever he was, that’s where she wanted to be.
When the crowd had finally passed and
