A Baby For The Sheriff

“So, does that mean you like it?”

“For the most part, it suits me.”

“When doesn’t it suit you?”

The baby goats emptied their bottles, their tails wagging like mad, indicating that their bellies were nice and full before Jet pulled the bottles away. They fussed for a minute, then went about bumping heads and playing.

He turned to her, looking sullen. “When I have to deal with an abandoned baby.”

“That’s exactly how I feel when someone abandons an animal on my doorstep. But a baby is a hundred times worse.”

“So, it’s safe to say, Lily is tough for us both.”

“She’s breaking my heart in more ways than I want to admit.”

“Mine, too,” he said, and in that moment, he took her breath away.

* * *

THE SNOW HAD crept up above his knees, and he could no longer feel his feet or fingers. Every tree, rock and surface around him was covered in thick, heavy snow that continued to fall in great big lacy flakes, making visibility virtually impossible.

How he’d gotten out on a hillside, he didn’t know.

With each breath, a billow of steam surrounded his face. His entire body shook from cold, but Jet couldn’t stop moving forward. He knew he had to keep going, keep walking, one foot in front of the other. He had to keep going. Had to get to Doctor Grant’s house.

He could barely make out a structure in the distance, a log cabin, blanketed in snow, with smoke swirling up out of the chimney and bright yellow lights glowing from the three windows, beckoning him forward.

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