Jenny ran to him. Her slender arms slipped around his waist as she sobbed. Colt pushed her away. As much as he wanted to hold her and console her, instinct told him every moment counted. This time, he couldn’t be a second too slow.
“Jenny, what’s wrong?”
She opened her mouth, struggling to form words.
“Take a breath, Jenny. Relax, and then tell me. You can do this, I know you can.” He smoothed the hair from her sweaty brow, wondering when he had grown to love this little girl so much.
“Jenny, what’s wrong?” Saul demanded, pushing Baby away.
Jenny knit her brow and Colt motioned to Saul. “Don’t rush her.” He dropped to one knee, setting the Winchester on the ground at his side, and tilted Jenny’s chin. “Take your time, sweetie, and you can do it. Tell me what’s wrong.”
The slender girl shuddered with the effort. “He…He…Help Amy.”
It was enough for Colt.
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