A Man and a Brother, with Scraps and Sketches: Quiet Valor, #1.5
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What will it take to rid the world of a tyrant?
Inger Stein is no stranger to heartbreak and struggle, but when a trio of battered resistance fighters seek refuge at her door, her world is destined to change again forever. Can she convince her town that the sacrifice they ask is worth the hope they offer? Or will resentment and suspicion snuff out the country's chance for freedom?
A short story, previously published as part of Hope
with Scraps and Sketches, a collection of short short stories tracing the progress of the resistance through the eyes of each of the Quiet Valor heroines
Angie Thompson
An avid reader and incurable story-spinner, Angie Thompson also enjoys volunteering in her church’s children’s program and starting (but not always finishing) various kinds of craft projects. She currently lives in central Virginia near most of her incredible family, including two parents, six brothers, one sister, and five siblings-in-law—plus four nieces, nine nephews, and several assorted pets! Get in touch with her by emailing contact@quietwaterspress.com. Love getting the behind-the-scenes scoop? You’ll find it and more at quietwaterspress.com.
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A Man and a Brother, with Scraps and Sketches - Angie Thompson
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The beating of a fist against the door set my heart’s rhythm pounding as I fumbled with the refractory dress that was only unmanageable when I wanted it in a hurry. It was nights like this that I ached for Kord the most, for his steady hands, his confident smile, his cheerful voice assuring me and whoever waited at the door that all was well. Of course all had never been well—not when someone needed him—but his presence had always stirred life into the smoldering embers of hope.
Hope can’t die, Inger. Not truly. Not—forever. Don’t—let it—go.
My brother’s voice echoed in my mind as I worked my head and arms free of the clinging folds and hurried to the door, ignoring the hair spilling beneath my half-plaited braid. If I was wanted at this time of evening, the messenger would hardly care that I had been about to retire.
As I lifted the latch, the door was flung inward, nearly sweeping me from my feet. I gained only a confused impression of men’s figures before the latch was wrenched from my hand and the door shut and barred with an emphatic series of thumps. In the darkness that filled the windowless dugout, I could see nothing, could hear nothing but panting breaths.
Please.
The catch in the husky voice thawed my limbs, and I was fumbling for a lamp before he could continue. We mean you no harm. My—my friend is hurt. Help us. Please.
The lamp flared and settled, and in its glow, I found a broad-chested young man bent low with the weight of the companion he carried across his shoulders. I sprang to drag the straw tick we—I—kept for such emergencies nearer to the stove.
Lay him here.
I set the lamp on the table and kindled a taper to light the larger one as the man followed orders. In the stronger light, I could see little of the second stranger’s face beyond the coating of blood and dirt that caked it. But by his unnatural stillness, I could easily guess at the pallor that lay beneath.
Stoke the fire and set a kettle on the stove. You’ll find water in the corner.
The injured man’s companion started to rise, but a muttered word from near the door halted him, and he sank back to the floor as a third figure I hadn’t yet noticed detached itself from the shadows. Without bothering to take the second lamp, the latecomer set about carrying out my orders, moving swiftly and surely in spite of the darkness shrouding the edges of the room.
How was he hurt?
I laid a practiced finger against the injured man’s neck, drawing a breath of relief at the weak but steady rhythm.
Shot.
His companion’s voice was taut and strained, forced between labored breaths. How far had he carried his friend before reaching this refuge? Even though the injured man was of much slighter build, the task couldn’t have been easy, especially on the steep slopes surrounding Starhalden. Surprised a—scouting party. Let our—guard down. Should’ve―
Regret’s no help to your friend, and precious little to you.
I had been pulled too often into the sucking pit of self-reproach not to bar the way for another, no matter what his role had been. Did you see him hit?
Saw him fall. Pistol flashed. Head snapped back. Horse bolted.
His breathing was worsening. I started to rise, but a dipper was thrust into the circle of light, and I nodded my thanks to the shadowed figure before turning back to the other man with my best imitation of Kord’s commanding tone.
Drink it. You need your strength, and I don’t need another patient on my hands. Neither does your friend.
The man grimaced, but he took the dipper and drained its contents, then leaned back on his hands and drew a deep, quivering breath. The kettle started to sing, and the man in the shadows moved to retrieve it as I reached for a basin. A sudden memory swept over me—my brother remarking that my hands seemed to know what he wanted before he knew it himself. How long had it been since another had shouldered any part of my load?
Even as the question formed, I knew the answer. Seven years, one month, twenty days—exactly one week after my trembling fingers had closed Kord’s stubbornly hopeful eyes forever.
Swallowing back the lump in my throat, I soaked a cloth in the steaming water and gently applied it to the wan face on the pallet. As the dirt and blood melted away, I noted for the first time just how young a face it was—little more than a boy on the brink of manhood, despite the authority the stripes on his coat proclaimed. A nasty gash along his cheekbone bled freely, but with a deep rush of thankfulness, I saw that the bullet had glanced off the bone rather than penetrating it.
I quickly surveyed the rest of his body,