CHANGE OF HEART
By Award-Winning Author Fran Shaff
1850s Nebraska Territory: A woman is stranded in a land she despises with a man she cannot resist.
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Chapter Three, Part One, the final excerpt for Excerpt Week
Snow stung Marietta's eyes. Wind-driven, individually innocent flakes felt like pin pricks in her cheeks. Zack snuggled close and covered his face with his hands. Marietta saw no sign of a cabin.
Jase guided the horse through the storm as though he knew exactly where he was going. Marietta couldn't imagine how a man could be so ingrained in his surroundings that he knew even in white blindness precisely where to go, but Jase seemed confident he was moving toward the shack. All Marietta could do was hope he did indeed have them heading in the right direction.
The cabin didn't come into view until the horse was only a few feet from the front door. Jase got down from his seat, secured the rig, and helped Zack and Marietta out of their carriage. The three of them rushed into the cabin.
Jase lifted Zack into his arms. "Are you all right, partner?"
"I'm cold, Jase, and I'm hungry." Zack rubbed a hand over his eye, still puffy from all the crying he'd done earlier.
"I know, Zack, so am I, and so is your aunt. Aren't you, Miss Randolf?" He looked down at Marietta, his eyes filled with worry.
"I'm frozen and famished." She stared up at Jase a moment before she looked at Zack. "But we can take care of both of those problems. Can't we, Mr. Kent?"
Jase set Zack down. "In due time. I'll light a fire, but it may take me a while to find game in this storm."
"I have supplies in my bags," she said. "Not a lot, but I do have fixings for biscuits and some jerky as well."
Jase's brows lifted. "You do?"
"Yes. On my way to Fort Kearney, I wanted to be prepared in case we were stranded on the trail. If you'll bring in the bags, we'll have more clothing, food and perhaps Zack even has a toy or two among his belongings."
"I do," Zack said, "but I'm too cold to play."
Jase focused on Marietta. "There are blankets on the bunks over there," he said, pointing toward the north wall. "Plus a few extra in the closet next to the fireplace. Wrap the boy so he doesn't get any colder, and wrap yourself as well. I'll bring in the bags and put the horse in the lean-to. When I finish, I'll lay a fire."
"All right, Mr. Kent."
Marietta took Zack's hand and led him to the bunks. She pulled off his boots and helped him get under the blanket. While Jase went about his chores, she found extra blankets and put them over Zack.
She knelt next to his bed and rubbed her hand over his curly blonde hair. "Is that better, Zack?"
"Yes, thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Are we going to be all right?"
"I think so."
"When I got so cold, I thought maybe Ma was coming to take me with her like I asked. When people die, they get very cold."
"Yes, they do, but your ma can't come to take you away, Zack."
"Are you sure? You asked Ma to take you. If she could take a grown person with her, couldn't she take a little boy?"
Marietta bit back a tear and caressed Zack's hair again. "When people grieve, they sometimes say silly, impossible things. I asked Kathy to take me with her because it's so hard for me to be without her, but she can't really take me to where she is."
"I love Ma," Zack said slowly, "but I don't really want to die, Aunt Marietta."
She took him into her arms and squeezed him tightly. "Neither do I, darling. We're going to be fine."
Zack snuggled with his aunt a moment longer before he squirmed deeper under the covers.
"You rest." Marietta smoothed her hand over Zack's lemony curls. "I'm going to start laying the fire. Soon it will be warm as July in here." She kissed his cheek and touched his hair once more. "You'll see, Zack. We'll be fine."
Marietta went to the hearth and took kindling from the box near the fireplace. She put it in the firebox and lit it with matches she found on the mantel. The dry wood burst into flames, and Marietta added larger pieces of kindling. When she felt the door open behind her, she spun around. Jase had brought in the bags while she took care of Zack, and now he was returning from caring for the horse.
"You've started the fire." He came to her and crouched down beside her, taking a small log from the wood box to lay on the fire. "Good work, Miss Randolf."
His compliment and the warm look in the gaze he sent her toasted her insides, and all signs of a chill within her were gone.
"This is nice," she whispered.
"Yes," he said softly.
"It feels so warm." She looked into the flames. "I love the glow of a fire."
"It beautifies everything around it."
Marietta glanced around the shack. She smiled and set her gaze on Jase........
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