The Fugitive Part 3 See part 1 for disclaimer
Setting: Concord
Characters:
See part 2
Also including
Tommy
Nan
Dan
Nat
Bess
Rob
Christina collapsed out of total relief. He was gone! The now familiar pain in her shoulder didn't matter anymore.
Then she saw a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.
"Asia?" She asked hesitantly.
Asia's head suddenly jerked up as she recognized the voice.
'No it couldn't be, but still, could it?'
She looked at the girl crouched down next to the large black horse.
The same black hair poured over her shoulders, but then there where thousands of girls with black hair. But the mixture of girlish devotion and stubbornness in this girl's blue-green eyes was the same that had made Christina unforgettable; suddenly there was no doubt.
She let out a cry as she ran toward Christa, took her in her arms held her as tightly as she could, afraid that if she didn't she would be taken away again.
"Christina Juliet Danvers. What in heavens name is wrong with you? You have this strange passion for getting shot don't you?" said Asia as she motioned to the blood that now was soaking thru Christina's clothes and now tainted her own.
Jo looked at the children. Dan and Nat were looking at each other in amazement, Bess looked horrified while Nan held a look of strange admiration.
They walked toward the two women. But stopped when Chris got up.
Christa winced as she rose but tried to hide it.
She saw the children and smiled.
"Asia I see you are still busy with raising kids, but I can bet that none were as much trouble as me."
Tommy looked at Christa in awe.
"Asia raised you?"
Chris threw her head back and laughed. It was a light airy sound that sent thrills thru your body.
"Practically, and who are you?"
Asia spoke for him.
"This is Tommy, and over there smartly keeping their distance is Nan, Dan, Nat, Bess, and Rob.
And over there is Mrs. Jo Baer, My employer and Nick Riley Plumbfield's caretaker."
"Baer? Are you related to Frits Baer by any chance?" Chris asked.
Hearing her husbands name she was at first startled.
"I'm his widow."
Christa's smooth appeal was instantly ruffled at this as frits had been like one of her brothers to her.
"Widow? Frits is...but when?"
Asia looked at her friend.
"About a year."
Christina's temper was flaring as it did when she was upset.
Destiny sensed this and gave her a hard nudge.
" Ouch! Destiny, don't be a brat. Back."
Christa knew this was more a punishment as a whip for a horse as he hated to be far from her.
Destiny obeyed her command but not without a glare in her direction.
Everyone was amazed with her and her horse, especially the children.