Luke dismounted from his horse.
Annie looked terrified standing alone in the middle of the dirt road that led out of White Rock. Her ivory complexion paled as though she’d seen a ghost.
Fear clutched him and he took a cautious step toward her.
She backed away.
He understood her hesitation. Given the circumstances, the most accepting individuals would find their tolerance stretched to the limit.
Time travel was the stuff of science fiction. Adventure movies where the good guy saved the day by rescuing the heroine and used his knowledge of the future to make a better life for everyone. It made for good storytelling, not real life.
Luke wasn’t that guy. He wanted his old life back. The good, the bad, the familiar, and all the tribulations that came with it. He wondered sometimes if his father missed him. Then reality knifed through him with cruel logic. His father wasn’t even born yet. How could he miss Luke?
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