Outback bride - Hart Jessica (бесплатная регистрация книга TXT) 📗

‘Megan!’ Copper fell frantically to her knees beside her. The world had gone suddenly black. ‘Please, no

please, no

please, no

‘ She could hear a voice muttering incoherently, and it was some time before she realised that it was her own and could fight her way back through the darkness to feel for Megan’s pulse-a feeble beat that told her the child was unconscious but alive.

‘Oh, thank God!’ The tears streamed unheeded down Copper’s face as Megan stirred and moaned.

‘My foot hurts!’

Copper’s first reaction was one of relief that it was only her foot. Very gently, she checked Megan all over. One ankle was badly swollen, but she didn’t know enough to tell whether it was broken or just sprained. ‘What happened, Megan?’ she asked.

‘I heard you calling, and I was going to hide up on the rocks, but I fell.’ Megan began to cry. ‘My head hurts as well,’ she wept.

She must have hit it as she fell onto the hard ground.

Looking up at the smooth surface of the boulder, Copper went cold. It was quite a drop, and she could have been much more badly hurt. ‘It’s all right,’ she soothed the child, gathering her into her arms without jarring the sore ankle.

Why, why, why had she never learnt any first aid? Megan didn’t seem to have hurt anything other than her foot, but who knew what damage the fall might have done to her head? ‘Shh,’ she murmured into the dark curls, rocking her gently for comfort. She suspected that Megan was more shocked by her fall than anything else, but she might so easily be wrong.

Never had Copper felt more inadequate. Pretending that she knew what she was doing, she ripped up part of her shirt to make a bandage and tied it around Megan’s ankle, but the slightest touch was enough to make Megan cry out in pain. ‘I want to go home,’ she sobbed.

It was only then that Copper remembered the car. ‘We can’t go home just yet, sweetheart,’ she said with difficulty. ‘But I’ll carry you back to the car and we’ll get you some water.’

‘I don’t want any water. I want to go home!’

‘I know, I know.’ Copper laid Megan down in the shade near the car and used another piece of her shirt to clean the dust from her face. At least she had thought to bring some water with her. It was the only sensible thing she had done today.

All the time she kept up a flow of cheerful talk, so that Megan wouldn’t guess how desperately afraid she was, but inside she was desperately trying to calculate how long it would take Mal to realise that they were missing and organise a search. They were mustering in the far paddocks. What if they didn’t get back to the homestead until it was almost dark and it was too late to look for them? She didn’t want to think what it would be like to spend a night alone out here, with Megan frightened and hurt and only one bottle of water to see them through.

For what seemed like a lifetime, Copper sat in the shade, cradling Megan on her lap and distracting her by crooning to her softly or telling her stories until she fell into an exhausted sleep. After that there was nothing to do but wait and watch the minute hand of her watch crawl slowly round. The silence gathered weight with every second that passed. Copper could feel it squeezing the air around her, crushing her until she felt so deafened by it that when she heard the plane at last she thought she was hallucinating.

Lying the sleeping child gently on the ground, she struggled out from under the rock. Yes, there was the plane, flying low over the trees but still some distance away. Copper’s first impulse was to shout, until she realised that she would only wake Megan needlessly, so she scrambled into the car instead, to begin frenziedly flashing the headlights.

With an excruciating lack of speed, the plane banked and flew towards her, low enough for Copper to see Georgia gesturing from the cockpit as she talked into the radio. Desperately, Copper pointed to the lifted bonnet of the car to show that it had broken down. Georgia nodded and gave Copper the thumbs-up sign for encouragement. Then she dipped her wings and headed back for the homestead.

For a full minute Copper just stared after her, unable to believe that Georgia had just gone and left them there.

Then reason returned and she realised that there was nowhere for the plane to land among all the rocks. Georgia must have been radioing their position back to Mal. The relief was so overwhelming that Copper had to hold onto the car door for support.

Making her way back to their shelter beneath the rock, she gathered the sleepily whimpering Megan back into her lap. ‘It’s all right now,’ she murmured. ‘Dad’s coming.’

CHAPTER TEN

The silence was so complete that Copper heard the crunch of changing gears long before she saw Mal’s four-wheel drive, but the light was rapidly fading before the vehicle swung into the clearing, its headlights raking across Copper’s useless car. By then she was too stiff and weary to move, and she could only sit helplessly as Mal leapt out and looked anxiously around him.

‘We’re here,’ she tried to call, but her mouth was so dry that it came out as no more than a whisper. It was enough, though, for Mal to swing round and see them huddled beneath their rock.

After that everything was a blur for Copper, interspersed with sudden flashes of terrible clarity-like the look on Megan’s face when she saw her father or the way Mal’s arms tightened round his daughter with a sort of desperation. Too clear was the whiteness of fear around his mouth, the stony expression in his eyes when he looked at Copper and the terrible silence as he drove them home.

“The explanations can wait,’ he said curtly, when she tried to tell him what had happened.

Back at the homestead, Georgia was waiting to help them inside. It was Georgia who knew about first aid and could bandage Megan’s ankle properly, Georgia who helped Mal to soothe her and wash her and put her to bed. Copper was left to limp stiffly along to the bedroom, too sick at heart to do anything but sit numbly on the side of the bed with the remnants of her shirt in her hands. It was all her fault. She should never have taken Megan out there, should never have taken her eyes off her.

Her sense of guilt was so great that Copper didn’t even try and defend herself when Mal came into the room, shutting the door behind him with an ominous click. ‘You realise you could have killed my daughter this afternoon?’ he said, dangerously quiet.

Copper flinched as if from a blow, but all she could do was turn her head away. She felt Mal’s eyes boring into her as he moved into the room. ‘You put her in a car that’s not fit to drive outside a city and took her out to the most dangerous part of the property,’ he said. He didn’t raise his voice, but every word was like a lash from a whip. ‘And then you let her wander off on her own and hurt herself badly falling off a rock. You might as well have pushed her off yourself!’

‘I’m sorry,’ whispered Copper, linking her hands together to stop them shaking.

‘Sorry? What’s the use of being sorry?’ Mal was white with fury. ‘How dared you take a risk like that with my daughter’s life? You didn’t even think to leave a note to say where you were going! If Georgia hadn’t come back early and found you missing, you could have been out there all night. If she hadn’t radioed me straight away it would have been too late for me to get back to a car. As it was she only just spotted you in time. We could all have spent the night driving around in the dark looking for you!’

‘I didn’t know the car was going to break down,’ said Copper painfully.

‘It wasn’t broken down,’ he said with withering contempt. ‘Brett’s brought it back already. Anyone with the most basic knowledge of mechanics could have fixed it.’

‘I don’t know anything about mechanics,’ she muttered, looking down at her hands.