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anything’s broken. Might have dislocated it in the crash, but it seems okay now. We can try hot packs to bring down the swelling.”
    Sage’s eyes fluttered open and she looked from one to the other. “Callum? Grandfather Two Feathers?” she mumbled before her eyelids slowly drifted closed.
    “Sage!” Mac spoke sharply. He had so many questions he needed answered. But she was again oblivious to the world. “Could she have a head injury? Internal injuries?” he asked, frowning at the man standing beside him.
    “I don’t think so. Found these in her backpack and there’s two pills missing.” He pulled a prescription bottle from his pocket and passed it to Mac.
    “Jeez! Two of these could take down a mule! She must have taken them when she thought she was safe in the cavern. The level of pain had to be excruciating for her to take two. The script is for one every eight hours as needed. How long will she be out?”
    “Another couple hours or so, I’d say.” Two Feathers said. “We need to get moving. Zeb and Nate are waiting for us to take the hay out to the herd. It’s started snowing again. Little Mouse can see to her while we’re gone. There’s nothing more we can do here. She’ll be safe.”
    Mac bent down and brushed a light kiss across her slightly parted lips. He couldn’t help himself. She was the only woman who ever called him by his given name, Callum. He liked that.
     
    * * * *
     
    When they returned it was already dark and snowing heavily. Little Mouse was in the kitchen preparing supper.
    “She’s okay,” she said, as the men stomped the snow from their boots and shed their coats and hats. “Just beginning to wake up. I unpacked her things and put her pain medication in the cabinet in your bathroom. Told her I needed to start supper and left her a bell to ring if she needed me.”
    “Which she’ll never use,” said Mac, his lips set in a firm straight line. “I’ll check on her. Need to get cleaned up anyway.” Slowly he climbed the stairs, wondering what type of reception awaited him. Would she be angry? Scared? Would she accept his help? He felt sure there was more going on than just the plane crash.
    He strode down the hall, purposely passing her closed door to enter his room. Not bothering to turn on a light, he stealthily moved across the hardwood floor to stand in the bathroom doorway. A small bedside lamp threw a soft glow over the restless woman. He could see her grimace of pain each time she moved.
    “Sage.” He spoke softly as he entered her room so as not to startle her. She turned her head to the left to hide that side of her face in the pillow. “You don’t need to hide from me. It will fade in time.”
    “Why didn’t you leave me up there on the mountain?” she asked warily, her eyes not meeting his.
    “Because you were in no condition to stay there. And don’t ask me to take you back up. You’re still in no condition to be roughing it,” he said, standing beside her bed, his thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets.
    “How did you find me? I thought I covered my tracks.”
    “Not well enough. Remember who taught you.”
    “You have to take me back up there or I’ll go on my own. He can’t find me here. It would put you and your family in danger.” She struggled to sit up. Her face turned deathly pale and a groan crept out.
    Mac reached out and eased her back against the pillows. “No one will find you here. Not for a few days yet. In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a blizzard going on out there.”
    “But he always finds me. He seems to know where I’ll be before I do.”
    “Your fiancé?”
    “What fiancé? After one look at my face, Derek skipped out faster than he came in. He’s probably already got a new piece of arm candy.”
    “That doesn’t bother you?” Mac scowled. He was ready to take the man apart for deserting her when she needed him. If he was that shallow, he didn’t deserve someone like Sage. Better she found that out now rather