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angles he was made up of would sculpt his face.
    “ What are you doing, you
foolish woman?” she chided herself. “Stop daydreaming and help the
man.”
    Rose examined the area around his head and
that’s when she saw the blood on the rock. She gasped and turned
his head slightly, her fears confirmed when she saw the blood
matting his brown hair.
    She needed to get him back to her cabin, but
there was no way Rose could get him up on a horse without him
helping. She grabbed his arm and attempted to tug him but couldn’t
budge his body which was probably at least two-hundred and fifty
pounds of solid muscle.
    “ Marston,” she called
sternly. “I want to help you, but you have to wake up!”
    She shook him roughly and suddenly his
golden eyes flew open and his calloused hand closed around her
throat. Confusion filled his gaze as Rose clawed desperately at his
hand.
    “ Marston... it’s me...
it’s Rose...” she gasped weakly, finding that it was a struggle to
draw any air into her lungs.
    He released as quickly as he’d grabbed her
and as he flopped back down to the ground, Rose rubbed at the
tender, bruising flesh on her throat and shook her head. “No, you
don’t!” she grabbed his arm. “You have to stay with me. You have to
climb up on that horse because I sure can’t lift you.”
    Without warning, Marston sat up, nearly
bashing their foreheads together. “What happened?” he slurred.
    Rose wondered just how bad his head injury
was. She had heard of people never being the same after suffering a
bad enough one. “You must have been attacked by coyotes and you
fell and hit your head.”
    Rose frowned when Marston reached out and
twirled one of her red curls between his fingers. “You’re so
pretty,” he whispered, his gold eyes becoming tender as he gazed at
her. A lopsided smile curved his lips and Rose felt a blush color
her cheeks as her heart rate quickened.
    Then she saw him swoon and she barely
managed to grab his arm and steady the giant of a man before he
fell back to the ground.
    “ Okay then. I’m pretty and
you have a head injury. Now let’s get you up and on that horse so
we can get back home,” Rose insisted.
    Marston once again seemed confused. “A head
injury?”
    “ Yes.” Rose felt her
patience waning. “You fell and hit your head.”
    “ My head’s fine,” Marston
insisted and before Rose could stop him, he reached around and
patted himself on the back of the head. With a roar of pain,
Marston held out his bloody hand and glared at her. “Dammit, that
hurt! Why didn’t you tell me I hurt my head?”
    “ I did,” Rose assured him,
stifling her laughter as she pinched the bridge of her nose between
her fingertips.
    Again, Marston’s eyes turned tender and he
leaned his face toward hers. “You’re so pretty.”
    Again Rose felt herself light up at his
words and then she scolded herself for being foolish and got to her
feet. “We’ve covered that already,” she informed him. “And it would
probably mean more if you weren’t half out of blood, semiconscious
and delirious from hitting your head.”
    “ I hit my head?” he asked
and Rose laughed outright when he once again reached back and
patted himself on the head. Again he let out a roar of pain and
Rose fought hard to control herself. She honestly shouldn’t be
laughing…. What if the loss of memory were permanent? She smiled.
He’d certainly be a lot of fun to have around.
    “ Come on, Marston. I’ll
help you.” Rose offered him her hand and he took it. She pulled as
hard as she could, but she knew that he did most of the work
himself as he got to his feet and stood there swaying.
    He leaned some of his weight on her as Rose
led him to the gray. It took several long painful moments to get
him onto the horse’s back but when he finally made it, Marston gave
her that lopsided grin once again. “You want a ride, pretty
lady?”
    Rose shook her head. Being close to him made
her feel things and given his