Chapter 12 – Part 9


Becky spoke up. “Can’t seem to walk,” she told Mark sorrowfully.

“What?” Mark said in disbelief.

Becky put a hand on her hurt ankle, bandaged heavily with cowboy’s shirtsleeve, and winced. “It’s probably inflamed,” she said with a grimace. “I just hope it’s not broken.”

Mark was concerned. “That bad?”



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