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“Then she saw him walking from the barn to the bunkhouse.


Hardworking Rob, who did so much for her and never asked for anything in return. Here she’d been indulging herself, enjoying the fancy soap, the nice nightgown and he was still working. Working to provide a place for them to stay. �

He looked up and she raised her hand to wave to him, longing to tell him all she felt in her heart and didn’t know how to put into words. She wanted to say come look at the moon with me, let me wash your hands and your tired face, let me ease your boots off and rest. Rest here with me.

He stopped and stared at her almost as if he’d read her thoughts. �
- A Desperate Journey”
― Debra Parmley, A Desperate Journey

“I’m sorry, Rob,â€� she said softly.

He grunted. “Sorry is a sorry word.�

-A Desperate Journey”
― Debra Parmley, A Desperate Journey

“Moss should’ve realized the absolute worst way to make sure Sally stayed in the room was to vehemently object to her leaving.

- A Desperate Journey”
― Debra Parmley, A Desperate Journey

“Thunderation.â€� His fingers tightened on the cup.

She rushed over. “Where does it hurt? Are you in pain? Is there anything I can do?�

He gazed up into her eyes. “I don’t know if you can give me what I need.� 
His steady gaze impaled her.

Silence loomed between them like a heavy mist and the room felt warm and heavy. 
A clock chimed. It would be time for the funeral soon. �

- A Desperate Journey”
― Debra Parmley, A Desperate Journey