Ford's heart ached as Mia slipped to the ground. She buried her head in her hands and seemed to whimper, and he worried. Was she hurt worse than she'd let on?
He took a sip of the healing water, watching with brief fascination as the wounds healed. Putting the cork back in, he handed it back to Daniel and turned away.
Could he comfort Mia in front of her father? Would the man object? He asked the question with his eyes, and Seth moved forward, past him, to kneel next to his daughter.
Well, that answered that question. Grandpa clapped Ford on the shoulder and got a length of rope from his saddle.
"Let's go collect some flowers, shall we?" He asked the younger man.
"Sure," Ford cast a last glance at the woman on the ground, who was leaning into her father's arms. Clearly, he wasn't needed for this.
