Chapter 11
Dori
The men rode out of sight to give me a few minutes of privacy to change, and I hurried from the creek to strip out of my wet dress.
I smelled like bog water, my body stung all over, and I practically had to tear the suction-like dress off me into rags to be free of it, but at least I’d stopped bleeding and the ants were gone.
The few that had reached me had made a fine mess though. There were red welts all over my arms and legs and torso. I could even feel them on my neck and face. I bet I looked as if I’d attended a mosquito banquet…as the main course.
“Stupid bugs,” I muttered and waved my arms in the hopes of air-drying faster because I was feeling way too exposed out here naked in an unknown land. The worst part was that the spring water had washed away the glamour
