The Tracker

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He continued to thrash and to call out to the woman named Crystal.
Red-orange light streamed through the window as Ellie moved across the cabin with a basin of fresh water. The baby still slept and s
...he was careful not to make noise.
Water sloshed on Ellie’s hands as she set the bowl beside the bed. She glanced down at the marshal. His olive skin remained sickly pale. She laid the back of her hand against his forehead. So hot.
She pulled clean cloths from her frayed apron pocket and sat on the edge of the bed. He murmured something she couldn’t understand as she dipped a rag in the cool water and wrung it out. Gently she dabbed the cloth on his forehead.
She’d worked so hard to save him these last two and a half days. But fear of the hangman’s noose no longer drove her. Pride had kept her going past exhaustion.
This man would not die. And she would win.
After rinsing the cloth in the water again, she pressed it to his cheek. Immediately his head turned toward her. His eyes remained closed and he mumbled more words that made no sense.
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