Chapter 21

While the woman slept, Lance grabbed a tarp and his gear, and went back to the clearing. Belinda’s carcass was still there, cold and bloodless. Luckily, the lion had not punctured the gut when she had attacked. Belinda had appeared to be more savaged than she actually was. He burned with the urge to lay an ambush for the big cat. He quickly field-dressed the dead animal, leaving the organs behind, and hauled her back home. He hung the carcass in the shed to age. His mouth set firm as he thought again of the troubles that had beset him of late. His unsuccessful installation of the fence, the cougar, and now, the mysterious, injured woman in his cabin. But mostly, his thoughts were on the woman as his hands performed their routine tasks.

Entering the cabin again, he assured himself she was still sleeping, as peacefully as possible under the circumstances, and then moved to the bathroom to wash up. What a quirk of fate, he thought as he dried his hands and face.