Whisper In The Wind (Chapter 8, page 1 of 11)


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Chapter 8

Realizing sleep was not in her agenda, she headed outside to clean the barn and then take Mystique on a ride around the property. It offered the perfect opportunity to consider plans for the new ranch and forget about her mixed-up love life, or lack of. "Good thing work never ends around here or I'd be brooding all day." Once outside, a chill overtook her and hairs stood on end. She rubbed the back of her neck, but the sensation of being watched lingered. The burn barrel caught her glance and she realized she had forgotten to burn the rattlesnake. She stared in shock at the empty burn barrel. "Who would want a dead rattlesnake? Wait, no one knew I received it, did they?" She shook her head and went into the barn. "Garrett may have seen it. Or it was Scott. He knows more than he's saying. Who do you trust when your own voice is unsteady?"

"Hey, girl," Caitlin said to Mystique, opening the stall door. In an instant, a board broke loose and the jagged edges cut her arm and hand. "Ouch." Her voice exploded into sobs and echoed throughout the barn. Mystique whinnied and snorted, but stayed in her stall. Blood drained from Caitlin's face as she fell to her knees, doubling over in pain.

At first, her breathing was quick and shallow, but within minutes it turned slow and deep, as if someone had placed his hand on her back and rubbed in a gentle loving manner. "Whoa," she said reaching for anything to steady herself as she stood and found the room spinning.

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