Reckless Hearts

Chapter 27

Hamish looked at you, and grabbed a rifle that was leaning up against the wall.

"Stay here," he said.

Hamish opened the door. Looking at him, he was quite an imposing man. His body framed the doorway.

"Where's Kara?" Dutch demanded.

Hamish, stood his ground, "Gentlemen, I don't want no trouble."

Gentlemen! You thought, that meant Dutch had someone with him, you looked out the cabin window. Arthur! You wondered what had happened to John, and Strauss.

"I don't want no trouble either, Mr?" Dutch questioned.

"Sinclair, Hamish Sinclair." Hamish replied.

"Well Mr Sinclair, I'm looking for Kara Finlay, is she inside?" Dutch asked.

Hamish nodded, "Yes she's inside, I've patched her up."

"Patched! Is she hurt...I need to see her," Dutch demanded.

Hamish narrowed his eyes, "I'm guessing if she wanted to see you, she wouldn't be sitting in my cabin!" he retorted.

"Please Hamish, I just want to talk to her," Dutch asked.

You called out, "It's ok Hamish, let him in."

You sighed, at least you could have it out with him, you thought.

Hamish stepped back from the door, leaving it free for Dutch to step inside.

Dutch didn't move for a second, just looked at you sitting on the chair, from the door way.

Then he couldn't seem to stop himself. He rushed through the door, and almost ran to where you were.

"Kara, are you ok," he blurted. His hand, gently touching your shoulder, where the bandage was.

Arthur stood in the doorway, whilst Hamish stood by the door, watching you and Dutch, then looking at Arthur.

Arthur looked at Hamish, and introduced himself.

Hamish tapped Arthur on the shoulder, "C'mon Mr Morgan, lets leave those two to talk. I'll take you out on the lake. Hopefully I can catch enough to feed the four of us."

Arthur nodded, and Hamish left the Cabin closing the door behind him.

You sighed, "I'm fine, its just a flesh wound."

"Damn it Kara, why don't you ever listen to a word I say, and why the hell did you take off!" he growled.

You stood up, knocking the chair over, as you backed away from him.

You shook your head, "because of that!" you retorted, "because I needed to do this, because all you ever do is tell me no, because when I ignore you, you lose it," you shouted, tears pooling in your eyes.

Dutch took a deep breath, and took a step closer.

He gently touched your face with his hand. "I only do it because I care about you, I don't want you to get hurt. Because I love you," he whispered.

You pressed you cheek into his hand, feeling its warmth. A tear trickled down you cheek.

"I love you so much," you whispered, your voice cracking. "But you're suffocating me. I feel like a wild bird, that's been put in a cage. Eventually, I'll just wither and die."

You looked him in the eye, "I can't live like that, Dutch. I won't live like that."

Dutch wrapped his arm around you, and pulled you closer. The hand on your face, gently wiping your tears away.