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2025-01-09 14:41:06*Chet*
Mrs. Mackenzie looks like she’s about to blow my head off with the shotgun she grasps in her trembling hands as I kneel next to Unega. With no pressure on her wound, the fabric I was pressing against the gash turns a brighter shade of red by the moment.
“Get back.” She swings the muzzle of the rifle toward the water.
“We mean you and your daughter no harm,” I assure her, my voice calm, and hopefully, reassuring. “She hit her head on a rock. It needs–”
“I’m a nurse, I know what it needs!” she shouts. “Get away from her.” She looks toward the river. “Where’s Mac?”
“He’s looking for the other missing woman,” I tell her as I do what she asked and scoot further away from my bleeding mate.
“You spoke to my husband?”
I nod. “He checked on Une–Isabella–before he went to look for the other woman.”
She tilts her head to the side and narrows her left eye at me. I see now where Unega gets her fiery spirit. “How do you
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