Welcome to #WednesdayWords where I share a snippet of a story using yesterday's word from the New York game, WORDLE. Yesterday's WORDLE was MATCH.
Christian listened for Carly’s lock to
turn before heading for home. He strode across the pasture thinking about
Carly. Why would she wear contacts? She was stunning, even with those contacts
hiding the most remarkable thing about her.
Who was he kidding? Everything about
Carly Wentworth was extraordinary. She was brilliant, beautiful, kind…
Christian spotted a hulking form lying
in the shadowy tall grass and his heart sank. “Hey there, Bessie,” he called
out.
The creature didn’t stir.
Christian crept forward and still the
animal didn’t move. He knew the cow, a brown and white Hereford, was dead even
before reaching it. It lay in a puddle of blood and its neck and gut had been
torn open. Christian pressed his fist into his mouth to keep from gagging.
He would enlist Seth to help him clean
this up. It would have to be done tonight, so as not to attract more even
predators and endanger the rest of the herd.
Christian glanced around, expecting to
find a pack of coyotes or the golden eyes of a mountain lion. He put his hand
on his belt, where he kept his knife. His gaze snagged on the Wentworth house
and his breath hitched.
Should he tell Carly to stay inside?
Was it his place to warn her?
Without even being aware of having
made a decision, he found himself striding back across the pasture. He climbed
the steps and rapped on the door.
Carly peeked at him through the window
before opening the door. She wore a white gauzy nightgown, her hair was loose
around her shoulders, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, and she’d taken out
her contacts.
Christian stared at her mismatched
eyes. They were as stunning as he remembered, but they widened in fear.
Christian realized he was still
holding his knife. Hastily, he tucked it back into his belt. “There’s a
mountain lion, or maybe a bear, could be coyotes, though…” he wasn’t sounding
coherent. He took a steadying breath. “I just wanted to warn you. Make sure you
stay inside. Whatever it was, it took down and killed a Hereford.”
She probably didn’t even know what a
Hereford was.
“A cow,” he said. “It’s dead. Just
over there.”
Her eyes grew even wider.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, but I
thought you should know. In case you decided to go for a walk, or something.”
She smiled. “Thanks. I’ll wait for
daylight before venturing out.”
Christian’s gaze slid over her, before
shifting away, embarrassed to be caught staring at her almost see-through gown.
“That’s good. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Christian. And thank you.”
He nodded before turning away and
schlepping off the porch. An idea struck him even before he reached home.
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