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captured a woman
and that he could do damage to our world. What do you mean?”
    Quickly, he explained the purpose of being in their
time, and Oshki filled in details here and there.
    “So you see,” Miln finished, “it was bad enough he
took Venus, but if he’s able to change things in 1847, he could
seriously alter history to suit himself. He’s a scientist, and he
has access to tools on the stolen ship that can be modified to make
such changes.”
    Charlotte motioned for her sister to put the shotgun
down. Although she appeared reluctant to obey her, Miln breathed
easier when Melinda eventually lowered the weapon.
    “You’ll need to take care of your business before our
brother returns.” Charlotte shuffled over to the hearth and removed
a pot from the edge of it. “That gives you two days. If he finds
you here, you’re on your own. Rest assured he’s one of the best
riflemen in the area.” She glanced over her shoulder as she
straightened. “Do you get my meaning?”
    “Yes,” Oshki answered.
    He nodded.
    “Are you sure about this?” Melinda asked.
    Her sister shrugged. “The sooner we give ’em what
they want, the sooner they’ll be on their way.”
    “I don’t want ’em in the house.” The look Melinda
gave them spoke volumes about her distrust. “I say we let ’em bunk
in the hayloft.”
    “Agreed.” Placing the pot and two tin cups on the
table, Charlotte also reached for a plate covered with a cloth.
“Have some coffee and a biscuit and then we’ll get you two situated
in the barn.” She poured both cups full of black brew. “Melinda,
would you be a dear and get those two wool blankets out of Mama’s
trunk?”
    Melinda shot another dark look at Miln as she crossed
the room. She returned shortly with the requested items and stood
waiting patiently by the door.
    Quickly, he wolfed down his food and drank the
coffee, which was strong but pleasant. Just as fast, Oshki finished
his small meal. With a nod, the young woman and her sister led them
out to the barn.
    Once they were settled in the hayloft, Miln stood at
the double doorway looking out over the barnyard. The women strode
back to their little house, heads bent together as they whispered
to one another.
    “It has been a long time since I slept outdoors,” his
partner mused from behind him.
    “We are not outdoors,” he replied. “We have a roof
over our heads and these doors can be shut and secured.”
    “It is outdoors to me.” Rustling followed. “It
reminds me of when we were assigned to follow that wealthy
commander of the Northern Tribe. We slept in that horrible shanty
full of bugs and vermin for two nights.”
    He had forgotten about that time. They’d been
miserable, had used up all their anti-itch salve, and their
body-warmth blankets had done little to hold off the cold those two
nights. After the first night Oshki had suggested they sleep
together to help conserve heat. Being spooned behind him had been
pure torture for Miln. If he shifted once to keep his hard sapin
from poking the warrior in the ass, he’d moved a thousand
times.
    He studied his partner as he shook out each blanket.
“Am I to understand you are talking to me again?”
    “Having two unpredictable females pointing a weapon
at you puts things into perspective.”
    “Again, I am sorry for hurting you, Oshki. It was not
my intention.”
    He shrugged and shot Miln a sidelong glance. “I
understand, but your reasons—as I have heard Venus say—piss me
off.” He sighed. “It is very difficult to share you with everyone
else.”
    “I know, but although it might appear it is easy for
me to put others first, in truth it is difficult for me, too.”
    He didn’t bother to explain any further and irritate
his mate by reaffirming his reasons for thinking of those they
protected first. It was their job, but it had become clear Oshki’s
priorities were askew. However, he prayed Oshki would eventually
learn that life and what one desired were never