Chapter Twelve
Deepest Love
It was her soft whimper that awakened MaGrath from sound sleep.Aching from sore, overused muscles, the physician wearily rolled over in his sleeping bag to find Atty slowly writhing in her sleep.Her face was contorted; her breathing was becoming shallower and more rapid.
No, he quickly corrected himself as he rose to a sitting position.Something’s happening.
NoSomething’s happeningHer bedroll lay next to his in the small, cramped confines of the shallow cave.After they had eaten, she had quickly fallen asleep, exhausted beyond measure from the day’s events.
Watching her, MaGrath tried to see what would be causing her to act in such a manner.Perspiration beaded on her face and neck, yet the night was cold in anticipation of the coming storm.
Throwing back t
