Snowbound with the Sheriff. Lauri Robinson
hands. “Put me down.”
“Sure,” he said, loosening his hold.
She grabbed his shoulders again. “No!” Her toes were already numb, and she truly feared losing them to frostbite. “Please don’t drop me.”
He made no comment, nor did he look at her, but his hold turned firm again as he trudged through the snow. A few seconds later he unceremoniously planted her on a horse. Sideways, so both of her legs hung over one side. Thankful for the separation, she grabbed the saddle horn and scooted back. He gave her a nasty look as he gathered the reins and tied them to a tree growing out of the rocks. They did that—trees—grew out of the mountainside. She’d been amazed by it during the long train ride. Other things had amazed her, too. Like waking up and finding her boots and money gone. Her bag was still under the seat as it had been when she’d fallen asleep. But her boots were gone, along with her small cache of funds, leaving her no choice but to board the waiting stage shoeless.
Twisting about in the saddle, Violet pulled up her legs, crossing them to tuck her cold toes beneath her thighs.
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