Daddy's Home

“What are the coordinates?” she asked, balancing a pad of paper on her hip so she could write them down.

Jill gave her the exact location of the cabin, someone renting the old Wallaby place. Then she paused expectantly.

“I’m going up there,” Jasmine said, answering Jill’s unspoken question. She reached into her jeans pocket for the keys to her four-by-four. “I have my bag with me. As long as it’s not too major, I can handle a broken leg on my own. If it’s too bad, I’ll drive him back to the clinic myself. An ambulance crew wouldn’t want to hike up into the lake area anyway.”

“It’s starting to snow, Jazz. The weather forecast says we might be in for a blizzard,” Jill warned. “You never know how bad it’s going to be. Maybe you ought to let Wetmore’s EMT take care of it.”

There was more than one EMT, and they were all men. Jill didn’t have to say it for it to be true. And she was probably right.

But this was Jasmine’s call, and an inner prompting was telling her to go.

“No, it’s okay. I can get there faster. The poor old guy is probably in a lot of pain.” And it would give her something to do to keep her mind off Christopher and her problems, she added silently. “I have my cell phone. If I have any problems, I’ll give the guys in Wetmore a ring. I promise.”

“Jazz, I didn’t say—” Jill began, but Jasmine didn’t let her finish as she put down the phone and raced to her car. Checking her sports utility vehicle for gas and equipment, she quickly got on the road. It took her half an hour to drive the dirt road as far as it ran toward Horn Lake.

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