The Rancher's Heir
Auteur
Sara Orwig
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Prologue
During the night under a starless sky, they had driven their Humvee into an ambush, and now they were barely holding on, pinned down in a firefight with nothing but a crumbling rock wall between them and the enemy. Noah Grant had only cuts and bruises. His two close friends, Mike Moretti and Jake Ralston, also had non-life-threatening injuries. The other member on this US Army Rangers mission, Captain Thane Warner, was hurt badly with wounds to his chest and head, an injured leg and deep gashes all over his body from flying shrapnel.
Mike had applied pressure to two serious wounds, trying to save their captain and friend until help arrived. Their last communication had been cut off, but before it was, Noah heard a chopper was on the way.
An explosion rocked the ground not twenty feet away, sending up a plume of light. Mike turned to punch Noah’s shoulder. As Noah Grant lowered his weapon, Mike told him, “Trade places. Keep pressure on his wounds. He wants to talk to you.”
Without hesitation, Noah took Mike Moretti’s place, holding Thane’s own jacket and Mike’s jacket over Thane’s wounds, trying to apply pressure to the two most serious ones, hoping his captain and friend could hang on until help arrived.
Thane gripped his arm and Noah leaned closer to hear him over the explosives. With shallow breathing and a hoarse whisper, Thane spoke through obvious pain. “Noah, promise me you’ll take two gifts home for me.” Coughs racked his body and he grimaced. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” Noah said without thinking as he concentrated on trying to keep pressure on the wounds.
“Two keys in pocket,” Thane said in a raspy, weakened voice, placing his hand on a pocket. “Keys alike. Other one for Jake. Mike has one.”
“Don’t talk. Save your strength.” Trying to keep pressure on the wounds, Noah slipped his hand into the pocket, leaning down closer to Thane. “I have the keys.”
Thane’s eyelids fluttered and he looked at Noah. “...in box...two packages go to Camilla and Ethan.” He closed his eyes and stopped talking. Noah leaned closer.
“Thane. Thane. Hang in there. Chopper’s coming. Thane!”
Thane’s eyes fluttered and he grasped Noah’s wrist with surprising strength. “Promise...you’ll give Camilla...gift yourself.”
“I promise I’ll put her gift in her hands,” he said, not wanting to think about actually doing the deed.
“Other present—promise me...you...give to my nephew...have to...give to him, no one else...want him to see a soldier. Don’t give to Camilla... Promise me even though—”
“I promise to put the present in your nephew’s hands myself.”
Thane’s eyes fluttered open and for an instant Noah felt a shock as Thane looked intently at him.
“I promise to place it in the baby’s hands,” Noah repeated emphatically, startled by the piercing look from Thane.
The last statement seemed to pacify him as he nodded and closed his eyes. “Get Jake.”
Noah looked around, spotted Jake and shouted at him. He didn’t dare let go of the blood-soaked jackets he held against Thane’s wounds.
“Jake,” he shouted again and jerked his head when Jake looked around.
Noah turned back to tell Thane that Jake was coming. Anxiety filled him as he saw Thane’s eyes were closed, his head turned away. Noah felt for a pulse and was surprised to find one. “Thane,” he shouted, trying to keep the man awake until medics arrived. “Thane, stay with me.”
Jake slipped down beside Noah just as another explosion ripped the ground in front of them. “Thane wants you to have this key,” Noah said, handing a small key to his friend. “He’ll tell you what he wants you to do. Hold these against his wounds. Where the hell is the chopper?”
“I don’t know, but last I heard it’s coming.”
“It better get here soon. He’s lost too much blood.” He leaned close to Thane’s ear.
“Thane, here’s Jake,” Noah shouted and moved away as Jake took over keeping pressure on Thane’s wounds.
“Hang on, Thane. Help is coming,” Jake shouted, leaning close to Thane as the man stared blankly at him.
Noah moved away, pausing when he heard another sound besides the bursts of gunfire and the explosion of a grenade. Were they going to get some help? He opened his hand that was smeared with Thane’s dried blood. A brass key lay in his palm and Noah drew a deep breath. He didn’t want to go home and give Camilla a gift from Thane. When they broke up, he didn’t expect to ever be with her again and it still hurt to think about her.
He didn’t want to see her, talk to her or do anything to stir up old feelings. It had hurt to walk away but he had and now he had to go back to her. He wondered whether he would ever reach a point where he would stop thinking about her.
