The Lady in the Mist (The Western Werewolf Legend #1)
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Ty had not come back. Sonja paced off the small parlor once more. Where could he be? She twisted her fingers until the pain reminded her she could do nothing but wait, wait and fret over where he could be. Their argument had been more anxiety on her part, more temper born out of frustration on his. She had never imagined he would leave, staying gone this long. Where was he? Had he gone for good? His clothing remained. His gun being the only thing he would have brought with him to Hortence's cabin. Even his cavalry hat hung from the peg at the front door. The pain she had caused him had shown in his face. She recalled the look of hatred he had given her when she tried to explain.
She should never have run off like she did. Apparently, he had followed her deep into the overgrown, impenetrable forest surrounding the vast cutover of the wilderness.
A short rap at the door had her jumping. When she opened it and found the Rebel Hortence nursed back to health standing there, Sonja's heart squeezed. A tight, cold lump started to form in her stomach.
"Ma'am, I'm lookin' for Mrs. Sonja Brooks. Would you be Mrs. Brooks?"
"Yes. State your business." Sonja's trembling hands wrapped around her waist. She swore under her breath at the fear building inside her.
"I have something for you. Lieutenant Tyler Loflin asked that you take possession of this." He extended his hand and in it laid Ty's gold medallion.
The floor swam before her eyes. Sonja bit back the cry, before meeting the Rebel's eyes.
Sympathy and pain mingled in the man's weary face. "General Stewart said I should bring it straight away, seenin' as how the lieutenant's due to be court-martialed in an hour."
Her head snapped up. The cool glare she leveled on the Rebel should have made him wither in fear.
"Court-martialed?" Her mind raced. "Where? Take me there!"