Bridgett screamed in agony as the wagon hit another bump. “Shut up stupid girl,” Douglas yelled over the seat. “It doesn’t hurt that badly.” Unable to answer, Bridgette only screamed again, every jolt sending pain through her body. “If you scream once more,” her grandfather said, leaning over so she could see his face. “I will gag you. Now shut up!!” Bridgette fought down panic as she felt a rush of warm fluid run down her legs. The pain was so steady and constant it was almost impossible to think clearly. Random images flashed through her mind making the world seem askew. She saw her mother as she lay dying, her grandfather beating the butcher’s boy, Marcus tall and strong reaching for her. She reached out for him, only to have her vision clear to show Hammish lifting her from the now

