Sneaking around
*Faith* I'm just drifting off into a light sleep when I hear the horse's nicker outside my bedroom window. Every nerve ending bolts awake as I shoot up in bed, my heart pounding so hard I wouldn't be surprised if whoever is outside heard it. Barely breathing, not moving another muscle, I listen intently. The huff of noise was too close to be my horse, enclosed in the corral not too far from the cabin. The sense of foreboding I had experienced at the theater has stayed with me, so I have left the flame in the lamp on the bedside table burning low, which makes reaching for the gun resting beside it an easy matter. My heart slows and my breathing eases as my fingers close around the cool ivory handle. Sliding out from between the sheets, I don't make a sound when my bare feet land on th
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