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Chapter Three

Bobbie turned all the way around, frantically scanning the room. She needed a weapon. Anything. She grabbed the kerosene lantern and moved to the door. The lantern wasn’t much of a weapon, but she had the element of surprise on her side. He expected her to be tied to the bed. She had a shot here. Disorient him and get out the door. Run like hell.

She tried to slow her heart, tried to quiet the blood roaring through her veins. Stay steady. Be strong. This might be her only chance to make a run for it.

He will kill me and I cannot die. Jamie needs me!

She tightened her grip on the lantern’s handle and prepared to swing it. Come on, you bastard!

Chains rattled. The door opened with a slow groan, creating a barrier between them.

Wait...wait...wait. Let him get all the way inside. Then strike!

Without moving past the open door he stamped his boots on the floor, and then he scrubbed them back and forth to clear away the packed snow.

The door blocking his view of her and the empty cot, she braced to swing.