going to slip to the south.
Why hadnât she been paying attention? Unless she hadnât wanted to look back, to think about the possibility of a storm, because that would have meant she would have to postpone her camping trip.
She took one longing look at the chicken, stuck one crispy chicken leg between her teeth, and refilled her half-empty canteen from the stream. Tucking everything else back into the bag, she then untied Molly and mounted her with the ease of long practice, using the rock as her step up.
Once in the saddle, Emily looked toward the dark clouds again, and then toward the hills. Could she make it? She lifted her head, sniffed the air, at last becoming aware of the increase in the wind, all of it blowing in off the ocean.
If she turned back toward the ranch, sheâd be riding straight into the storm. If she rode toward the cave, the sanctuary sheâd always kept stored with dry wood for a fire, and which held her camp stove and other supplies in a large plastic container sheâd dragged up there two summers ago, she might be able to outrun the storm.
Definitely the cave was the lesser of two evils. Besides, the last thing Emily wanted to do was go backto the ranch. Not yet. She gave a flick of the reins, heading Molly toward the hills.
She didnât look back, because looking back wouldnât help her. The storm was coming. That was all she had to know.
If she had looked back, she might have caught a glimpse of Josh Atkins, remounting his own horse, ready to follow her wherever she led.
Because Emily was right. The storm was right behind her.
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Martha watched as Meredith slid her arms into a full-length raincoat Joe held out to her. âAre you two sure you want to do this? Patsy is highly disturbed, and she hates you both. This could get nasty. Perhaps you should wait, give it a few days, then speak with the doctor again?â
âI canât do that, Martha,â Meredith told her. âJoe told me the doctor said Patsyâs suicide attempt was a cry for help. Hate me or not, Iâm all sheâs got. She has to have directed that cry to me.â
âThen let me come with you,â Martha suggested, reaching for her own coat. âShe may need to see you, but she doesnât need to see Joe. Iâm sorry, Joe, but just the sight of you might set her off. Iâm sure I can convince her doctors to let me accompany Meredith into Patsyâs hospital room.â
Joe looked at Meredith, who nodded her agreement, and within minutes they were in the car and on their way. Forty minutes later, with the windshieldwipers losing their battle with the windblown rain, they arrived at the gates of St. James Clinic, a part of the stateâs institution for the criminally insane.
Martha watched Meredith closely from the back seat as Joe drove through the gates, for Meredith had once resided here, after the engineered automobile accident had robbed her of her memory. Patsy had brought her here, to these grounds, and left her, unconscious, where the staff would find her, recognize her as Patsy and lock her up in a mental institution.
The amnesia, or as the doctors at St. James had termed it, her âdisassociative fugue,â had only been a bonus to Patsy, who had believed that only Meredithâs insistence that she was not Patsy would be enough to keep her sister locked up for years and years.
âAre you all right?â Martha asked as she and Meredith exited the car in front of an imposing pair of doors cut into the dark brick building and stepped under the overhang, out of the worst of the weather.
âYes, Iâm fine,â Meredith said as Joe went to her, gripped her hand tightly in his.
âMaybe so,â he said, trying for some sort of gallows humor perhaps, âbut Iâd still like to put a name tag on you, just so these guys remember who you areâand who you arenât.â
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