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“Yes, Sir Richard, as you wish,” the other man nodded curtly.

With that, everyone but Thomas rode off through the trees, leaving Ashley in their wake.

TEN

 

Where Sir Richard had been the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, Thomas was not graced with the same features. He was a tall, wiry man with mousy brown hair and a pock marked face. His nose appeared to have been broken at least once or twice and when he smiled at Ashley, his teeth were rotten. He smelled as if he could use a good bath.

“He’s over here.” Ashley said, leading Thomas to where Cailin still lay. “Hurry, we need to get him to a hospital. Maybe between the two of us, we could get him onto his horse.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe your boss just rode off like that. He could’ve helped us.”

“Quiet, woman. Your words make no sense to me. Have you been hit on the head,” he growled angrily.

“No… well, at least I don’t think so.” Although that might help explain this crazy situation she found herself in.

“There is no need for Sir Richard’s help. I’ll take care of Cailin as Sir Richard requested, and when I’m done I will enjoy some time with you, before I deliver you to Sir Richard.” Thomas leered rapaciously.

Ashley was stunned into silence. She needed to keep her guard up and be prepared for anything.

Thomas dismounted and headed straight for Cailin. Ashley hoped he had some medical knowledge, but she quickly realized that wasn’t the case when he grabbed Cailin by the hair, lifting his head from the ground.

“Cailin, my friend,” Thomas sneered as he crouched down beside him. “This has been a long time coming.” He pulled out a small, sharp dagger and Ashley knew this had all gone terribly wrong.

Not stopping to think about her actions, she launched herself at Thomas, kicking at the hand holding the knife. It went flying through the air when Ashley landed on Thomas’ back. He stood and swatted her off his back, as if she were an annoying fly. Ashley rolled across the ground and scrambled back onto her feet. She only hoped she could keep this guy from killing Cailin, which was obviously what Sir Richard had meant by ‘take care of’. Then she remembered her secret weapon and reached for the pepper spray.

Thomas had retrieved the knife and stalked towards Cailin. It was now or never. Ashley ran up behind him, calling his name. “Thomas, wait!” When he turned to look at her, Ashley sprayed him in the eyes with pepper spray. If she weren’t so terrified, she would have thought the expression on his face was comical. Ashley used all her might to push her flattened palm into his previously broken nose, breaking it one more time. Blood poured from his nostrils and with his eyes swollen shut, he was going to be easy to take down. He was walking in circles with his arms spread outwards, trying to find her, and calling her all sorts of nasty names. Ashley stayed cautiously behind him, trying to decide her next move. Whatever it was, she needed to move quickly and she needed to incapacitate him so she could get Cailin out of here. Spying a good-sized rock laying at her feet, Ashley hoisted it over her head with both hands and brought it crashing down on Thomas’ skull, sending him falling hard to the ground. She nudged him with her foot to be certain he was unconscious.

“He should be out for a while, but we need to get out of here now,” she said, talking to herself.

Shaking and nauseous, Ashley ran to Cailin’s side. His eyes were open and though in obvious pain he gave her a reassuring grin.

“I saw what ye did. Yer a brave lass.” He was struggling to speak. “Thank ye. Ye saved me life.”

“Well, I guess we’re even then. We need to get out of here before he wakes up. Can you stand?”

“Aye, but first ye’ll need to get the arrow out.”

“Really?” Ashley stared at him in disbelief.

“If ye dinnae get it out, I ken I’ll nae make it verra far.”

Okay… you can do this Ashley. You can do this.
She had seen movies and television shows, where arrows had to be removed to save a person’s life. Not that you could count on Hollywood to be your guide in a real life situation, but it was all she had to go on. She looked around, as if something might magically appear to make the job easier. She continued mumbling her mantra. “You can do this, Ashley. You can do this.” It was something she always did when she found herself in difficult situations, a coping mechanism.

Cailin was watching her with those incredible silvery grey eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Ashley shook her head, mentally slapping herself. What was she thinking? There was no time for this right now.

Trying not to increase the pain Cailin was suffering, she carefully placed her hands around the arrow shaft, intending to snap it off from the piece embedded in his shoulder, but it wouldn’t cooperate. Cailin was gritting his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. Ashley let go of the arrow shaft, glancing at the backpack again. It couldn’t hurt to see what was inside it, besides copious amounts of food. Maybe there’d be something helpful.

She opened the flap and under her t-shirt, was surprised to see all sorts of useful equipment. Had they been in there all along? She hadn’t taken an inventory when she stuffed her t-shirt in earlier. God bless Mrs. Campbell! She had filled the backpack with a first aid kit, a utility knife - complete with a whole set of tools, and a large bottle of hand sanitizer.

Feeling more confident, Ashley washed her hands with the hand sanitizer. She used the utility knife to cut through the arrow shaft and then, helping Cailin to roll on his side, she gripped the arrow tip and pulled it out. The wound started to bleed in earnest and she pulled her spare t-shirt from the bag. Using the knife again, Ashley cut the material into strips, saving one large piece to wipe away the blood. She located a bottle of water in the pack and wet the cloth, carefully wiping the entry and exit wounds. Once that was done, she swabbed the whole area with hand sanitizer, packed the wound with gauze and then wrapped it with an ace bandage from the first aid kit. She managed to fashion a sling out of the t-shirt strips, and got Cailin’s arm stabilized so it wouldn’t put pressure on his wounded shoulder.

Satisfied with her first aid efforts, Ashley ran and grabbed the horses’ bridles, and retrieved Thomas’ knife. “Cailin, can you ride?”

“Aye,” he groaned.

“If you can’t, I’ll guide the horse and you can lean on me.”

“Nae,” Cailin protested. “Yer a wee lass, I dinnae wish to hurt ye.”

“Don’t worry about that, we need to get out of here. Use that boulder to mount your horse.” She helped him up and put her arm around his waist to guide him to the large rock. Standing by his side, she watched him get on his horse and was satisfied he could hold himself upright.

“Can ye get up behind me, lass?”

“I’m going to ride our friend’s horse. No point leaving it behind for him. We don’t want him following us, now do we?” She offered him a dazzling smile. “And I’ve got his knife.” Ashley was feeling quite pleased with herself. She wasn’t sure where this new braver, bolder Ashley had been hiding, but she was glad she’d shown up today.

Cailin was gazing at her with admiration. “Lass, yer a wonder. Ye’ve been through two battles today, saved my life and taken charge of our escape. Yer bonny, smart, and strong.”

The heat of a blush covered Ashley’s face. “We should get going.”

Cailin led the way and Ashley followed behind him, on Thomas’ big grey.

“Are ye well, Ashley?”

“Yes.” She pulled her horse alongside his. “Don’t worry about me. I haven’t ridden in ages, but I guess it’s like riding a bike. Once you know how, you never forget.”

He was wearing that same, puzzled expression again and Ashley cocked her head to one side. “You do know what a bike is, don’t you?”

“I’m afraid not, lass.”

“Hmmm… Is there a hospital nearby? We should really get you there.” Ashley was worried. He’d hit his head pretty hard. Maybe he had a concussion. That could explain a lot.

“Dinnae look at me like I’m daft again, but I dinnae ken what a hospital is.”

“Maybe you use another word for it. Where do you take people when they’re sick?”

“We dinnae take them anywhere. The healer comes to them.”

“Is the healer nearby?”

“Nae. She’s at Breaghacraig.”

“How far is that from here?”

“We’ll have to find a place to stay for the night and then it’s a half day’s ride tomorrow.”

He definitely has a concussion;
he’s not making any sense at all
. There had to be some place nearby, but she certainly didn’t know her way around these parts, so she had to rely on Cailin. Besides, they needed to put distance between themselves and Thomas.

ELEVEN

 

Darkness was quickly approaching and Ashley was getting worried. Why hadn’t she insisted they head back to Glendaloch? She’d just followed his lead, assuming they’d reach civilization quickly. Now after hours in the saddle, Cailin, who had struggled to stay upright, was looking very tired and his eyes were getting glassy.

“We need to get you off the horse so you can rest. Is there somewhere nearby we can stop?”

“Aye. There’s a hunting lodge nae far from here. We can stay the night there.”

That’s a relief
, Ashley thought. Hopefully someone there could help them.

Cailin seemed to be getting weaker and it was obvious to the both of them. Suddenly he spoke. “Ashley Moore, tell me of America.”

“Well, Cailin MacBayne,” she teased, “I’m from America as I’ve told you. Specifically I’m from California and I live in the city of San Francisco.”

“San Francisco… ‘tis Spanish,’ he stated. “So America is near Spain?”

“No. Not even close.” He must be pulling her leg, but she’d go along with the joke if it kept him upright on that horse. “It’s actually the United States of America and it’s on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. My state, California, is all the way over on the other coast, by the Pacific Ocean.” She continued with the geography lesson and told him about her life in San Francisco, her friends and anything else she could think of to take his mind off his shoulder. “I’m probably talking too much, huh?” They both knew she was trying to keep him from passing out.

“I dinnae ken half of what ye say, but I like the sound of yer voice. ‘Tis pleasing to me ears.”

Ashley could feel herself blushing and hoped Cailin wouldn’t notice.

The path they were on finally widened out and she could see a dark building off to the side. It was partially hidden by the trees and brush, but it was definitely there.

“Cailin, is this the lodge?” Disappointment weighed her down at the thought of no help. This wasn’t the type of lodge she’d imagined. No front desk. No room service. No help. It was merely a place for hunters to take shelter when away from home.

“Aye, ‘tis.”

Ashley dismounted and quickly strode across to Cailin’s horse, wondering how she was going to get him down. Before she could work out a plan, Cailin threw his leg over the horse and landed on his backside.

“Are you okay?” Ashley ran to help him up.

“Dinnae fash, lass, it would take more than a fall on me arse to do me harm,” he grumbled as he got to his feet.

“Like an arrow.” She raised an eyebrow and pointed at his shoulder.

He smiled down at her and it took her breath away. Ashley could stare up at him all night, but he obviously needed to lie down. She was going to have to take charge and focus on what needed to be done. She opened the door to the lodge and peered into the darkened interior. Looking through the backpack she located a flashlight, which she used to illuminate the room. There was a bed in one corner, a chair, and a small table by a fireplace. The floor was compressed dirt. Ashley led Cailin to the bed, such as it was. It was little more than a pallet of straw, covered by a tattered cloth.

“Lie down before you fall again. I’ll be right back. I’m going to take care of the horses and find something to start a fire.”

He was starting to drift off on her already. She needed to get everything taken care of in a hurry, and she’d need to change those bandages again.

Ashley headed back outside. Her stomach was grumbling and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. She quickly unsaddled the horses and left them to graze. She hoped they wouldn’t wander too far, but she had bigger problems to deal with. She picked up some kindling from the ground around the outside of the lodge and found some cut logs beside the door. She brought it all inside and realized she didn’t have anything to start a fire.

“Where’s my magic backpack?” she muttered. Ashley found it by the door, where she’d left it on the way in. Searching through it, she found some matches.
You would think Mrs. Campbell knew exactly what I was going to need when she packed for me.

Ashley got a fire started and went to check on Cailin. He wasn’t looking well. His eyes were closed and she felt bad for disturbing him, but she needed to change his bandages. She gathered her supplies and started to work, grateful when he mercifully slept through it.

Her stomach rumbled again, reminding Ashley to eat. She checked the backpack and found a few sandwiches and scones, or what had been scones - now they were more like scone crumbs. The contents of the backpack had gotten a bit smashed during the day’s activities. She also found some fruit, candy, granola bars, and more bottled water. Searching further, she found aspirin and a medicine bottle from the apothecary. Ashley read the label and gasped. Antibiotics! They belonged to Angus and the prescription had been filled the day before. Mrs. Campbell must have accidentally dropped them into the backpack, but thank goodness, she had. They would go a long way towards knocking out any infection, which might be brewing in Cailin’s shoulder.

She hurriedly ate one of the sandwiches, and drank some bottled water before giving Cailin some aspirin and an antibiotic. She had to rouse him and prop him up to get him to take the tablets. “Just put them in your mouth and wash them down with the water.”

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