Yellow Roses by DiAnn Mills7/8/2023 A part of her wanted to stay and face Jenkins. You have my word.” She swung up into the saddle. A rancher gave it to me for birthing a baby. “From you?” Apprehension settled upon her. “I also put a small gift in the top saddlebag.” “And have Tim O’Hare after me? I’m smarter than that, sweet lady.” He touched her shoulder. A good bit of the money is left, and I placed it in the saddlebag on the bottom, left side.” “Best you have the provisions to survive than Tim to squander it on women and gambling. He stole the money to buy these provisions.” She started to lift the bags from the saddle, but Doc stopped her. He told me a story about you not taking money from the jobs they did.” Doc stroked the gelding’s neck as though Tim’s words were common knowledge. “Tim?” Casey’s eyes widened, and she took in the area around her. Doc, I can’t even pay for Morgan’s care, and now you give me more things?” “Provisions.” Doc looped his fingers inside his suspenders. “What did you put in my bags?” She patted the bulges. Nothing else could be stuffed inside any of them. An extra leather pouch had been slung over her full saddlebags. At the sound of Casey’s voice, Stoney tossed his head and responded like an old friend.
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