Excerpt from “Judges” by Becca Owsley
When the Sisera had left their sight, the stranger dropped to his knees holding his side. Grace kneeled next to him to tend to his wound. She was afraid that she would find a mortal wound but was relieved to find it was just a cut. It was a deep and bled a lot, which could be dangerous if they did not get it cleaned from infection.
“It doesn’t look as bad as it could be. Does it hurt?”