"If you try to move right away you may get a fever. I'm going back to the house, and I'll bring you down some blankets. Morgan says you shouldn't attempt to move for several hours. He says you've lost a great deal of blood and that you mustn't make any effort or ride a horse till tomorrow."
Dan relaxed with a sigh.
"Kate."
"Yes, honey."
Her hand travelled lightly as blown snow across his forehead. He caught it and pressed the coolness against his cheek.
"I feel as if I'd sort of been through a fire. I seem to be still seein' red."
"Dan, it makes me feel as if I never knew you! Now you must forget all that has happened. Promise me you will!"
He was silent for a moment and then he sighed again.
"Maybe I can, Kate. Which I feel, though, as if there was somethin' inside me writ—writ in red letters—I got to try to read the writin' before I can talk much."
She barely heard him. Her hand was still against his face. A deep awe and content was creeping through her, so that she began to smile and was
