Pressing a hand to her chest, Loretta glanced down in bewilderment. She had been so sure…Laughter bubbled up her throat. Aunt Rachel had missed? She never missed when she could draw a steady bead on a still target. Loretta's throat tightened. She looked up, confusion clouding her blue eyes. He had shielded her with his own body?
Waving his friends away, Hunter hunkered down and scooped a handful of dirt, pressing it to the shallow cut on his shoulder. Loretta stared at the blood trailing down his arm. If not for his quick thinking, it could have been her own. Survival instinct and common sense warred within her. She knew death might be preferable to what was in store for her, but she couldn't help being glad she was alive.
As if he felt her staring at him, the Comanche lifted his head. When his eyes met hers, the fury and loathing in them chilled her. He stood and jerked the feathers from his braid, wrapping them in his shirt. Never taking his gaze off her, he stuffed the bundle into a parfleche hanging from his surcingle.
"
," he growled.
Uncertain what he wanted and afraid of doing the wrong thing, Loretta stayed where she was. He caught her by the arm and hauled her to her feet.
"
, come!" He gave her a shake for emphasis, his eyes glittering. "Listen good, and learn quick. I have little patience with stupid women."
Grasping her waist, he tossed her on the horse and scooted her to the back of the blanket saddle. The hem of her nightgown rode high. She could feel all the men staring at her. Had he no decency? With trembling hands, she tugged at the gown and tried to cover her thighs. There wasn't enough material to stretch. And it was so thin from years of wear, it was nearly transparent. The morning breeze raised gooseflesh on her naked arms and back.
With a grim set to his mouth, her captor opened a second parfleche, withdrawing a length of braided wool and a leather thong. Before she realized what he was about to do, he knotted the wool around one of her ankles, looped it under his horse's belly, and swiftly bound her other foot.
"We must ride like the wind!" he yelled to the others. " Let's go!"
The other men ran for their horses. Grasping the stallion's mane, Hunter vaulted to its back and settled himself in front of her. When he reached for her arms and pulled them around him, she couldn't stifle a gasp. Her breasts were flattened against his back.
"Your woman does not like you, cousin," someone called in English. Loretta turned to see who spoke and immediately recognized the brave who had encouraged Hunter to kill her that first day. His scarred face was unforgettable. He flashed her a twisted smile that seemed more a leer, his black eyes sliding insolently down her body to rest on her naked thighs. Then he laughed and wheeled his chestnut horse. "She won't be worth the trouble she will make for you."
Hunter glanced over his shoulder at her. The fiery heat of his anger glowed like banked embers in his eyes. "She will learn." With an expertise born of long practice, he lashed her wrists together with the leather. "She will learn quick.
Waving his friends away, Hunter hunkered down and scooped a handful of dirt, pressing it to the shallow cut on his shoulder. Loretta stared at the blood trailing down his arm. If not for his quick thinking, it could have been her own. Survival instinct and common sense warred within her. She knew death might be preferable to what was in store for her, but she couldn't help being glad she was alive.
As if he felt her staring at him, the Comanche lifted his head. When his eyes met hers, the fury and loathing in them chilled her. He stood and jerked the feathers from his braid, wrapping them in his shirt. Never taking his gaze off her, he stuffed the bundle into a parfleche hanging from his surcingle.
"
," he growled.
Uncertain what he wanted and afraid of doing the wrong thing, Loretta stayed where she was. He caught her by the arm and hauled her to her feet.
"
, come!" He gave her a shake for emphasis, his eyes glittering. "Listen good, and learn quick. I have little patience with stupid women."
Grasping her waist, he tossed her on the horse and scooted her to the back of the blanket saddle. The hem of her nightgown rode high. She could feel all the men staring at her. Had he no decency? With trembling hands, she tugged at the gown and tried to cover her thighs. There wasn't enough material to stretch. And it was so thin from years of wear, it was nearly transparent. The morning breeze raised gooseflesh on her naked arms and back.
With a grim set to his mouth, her captor opened a second parfleche, withdrawing a length of braided wool and a leather thong. Before she realized what he was about to do, he knotted the wool around one of her ankles, looped it under his horse's belly, and swiftly bound her other foot.
"We must ride like the wind!" he yelled to the others. " Let's go!"
The other men ran for their horses. Grasping the stallion's mane, Hunter vaulted to its back and settled himself in front of her. When he reached for her arms and pulled them around him, she couldn't stifle a gasp. Her breasts were flattened against his back.
"Your woman does not like you, cousin," someone called in English. Loretta turned to see who spoke and immediately recognized the brave who had encouraged Hunter to kill her that first day. His scarred face was unforgettable. He flashed her a twisted smile that seemed more a leer, his black eyes sliding insolently down her body to rest on her naked thighs. Then he laughed and wheeled his chestnut horse. "She won't be worth the trouble she will make for you."
Hunter glanced over his shoulder at her. The fiery heat of his anger glowed like banked embers in his eyes. "She will learn." With an expertise born of long practice, he lashed her wrists together with the leather. "She will learn quick.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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