“Caleb Mercer, you can barely stand.”
“I’ll manage.”
He reached for his gun belt.
Clara caught his wrist.
“Please.”
Her voice broke.
“Don’t leave me.”
Caleb looked down at the blood beginning to soak through the edge of his fresh bandage.
Then he looked at her.
“I have to.”
“No. You don’t understand.”
Her eyes moved toward the blood on his shirt before returning to his face.
“I’m not crying because I married you.”
Caleb stopped.
“Then why?”
Clara’s lips trembled.
