“Hey — hey! Keep your damn eyes open!” She scolded, holding your limp body in her arms. O’Driscolls had ambushed you both while on a ride — and you were shot through the leg in a crossfire.

The fight was over, and Sadie had you held tight to her chest, her hand pressed harshly against your leg to lessen the bleeding.

“We’re going to get help. Back at camp.” She whispered quickly, brushing sticky strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.