I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, Labor Of Love is a book that I wanted to write years ago but it didn’t come together until last year. The story is an age old story of persecution, and fortunate for the reader there is a rescue.
We enter the scene after Grant has rescued Sorcha, I won’t give details on this—sorry, but she has been rescued and now they are being chased. Let’s listen in and see what happens…
How did he expect her to lay flat? Sorcha twisted and turned, trying to do as he commanded, but it was of no use. She couldn’t lie on her stomach, or she would crush the babe. She couldn’t lie on her back, or the babe would be exposed.
Rolling onto her knees, she began the slow process of getting up. When she reached a standing position, she was rewarded with one of Samuel’s brother’s most fierce frowns. Calling him “Samuel’s brother” in her head was taking entirely too much time. She really needed to formally introduce herself and have him do the same.
Honestly, she hadn’t meant to forget the danger they were in. Once she thought about knowing his name that was all she could think of. She was headed toward him with a scowl of her own, wondering how such an irritating specimen could be related to Samuel, when he up and disappeared. One minute he was in her line of sight, and the next moment he was gone.
Aye it was dark, but she could still see. How had he done that? Where had he disappeared to? She spun on her heel, doing a full circle of their camp. Before finishing her rounds, she was hoisted onto her tiptoes by a hairy arm lying across her neck.
The desire to scream was stifled by lack of air. As the world spun around and around, little bursts of light appeared behind her eyes, then she was released. She slumped to her knees, and reached for her bruised neck. Why had the pain stopped?
Before the thought completely went through her mind, she heard the crunch of bones. She flipped around on her knees and saw Grant. His arm was bent at the elbow and wrapped tightly around the stranger’s neck. He dropped the man to the ground; his head lay at an awkward angle. Offering his hand, he drew her to a standing position.
“Are ye all right?” he whispered.
She nodded. He led her to a tree with a small hollowed area. Silently, and with hand motions, he indicated she should hide inside. He wouldn’t catch her arguing this time. She slid into the hole and turned around.
She didn’t understand what Grant had in mind, maybe he didn’t know either. As she glanced around the open area, she saw another stranger entering the camp. Again Grant was nowhere to be seen. As the intruder approached her hiding place, Sorcha clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering and giving away her position.
The intruder edged closer and closer. She felt something on her skin.
She looked and saw a snake crawling up the front of her ragged gown. Shock held her tongue.
Where was Grant? Surely he hadn’t saved her from burning only to let her die from the bite of a snake, or let some stranger hack her to bits.
As she kept watching for signs of life, a flash of light split her vision followed by a thud. Did she dare risk moving to get rid of the snake? The answer was taken from her when a hand appeared in the hole, grasped the animal, and flung it in a wide arc.
“Are ye all right, lass?”
How did he expect her to answer? She was trembling from head to toe, desperately needing to sit down and thought she might need a stiff drink. Perhaps then she would be all right.
Oh, man! I wouldn’t want to be Sorcha. I hate snakes! :)
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