Highlander's Scarred Angel by Alisa Adams

Author:Alisa Adams
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Highland
Published: 2019-07-23T16:00:00+00:00

12

T ristan clenched his jaw and both fists. The man had hit Cenna. Slapped her beautiful face. He could see a trickle of blood on her cheek from where he sat, deep in the trees and brush of the hillside.

When the horse she was on started walking again, he touched Bluebell’s sides with his heels and walked slowly along as well. He kept an eye on Cenna as well as the forest floor. He needed to keep Bluebell in the heavily treed area for cover but also because the ground was thick and dense with pine needles to dampen the sound of Bluebell’s hooves. He kept well up the hill from them. His height gave him a superior vantage point, for Red Munroe and his men were too intent on the downhill path they were following. The trees were growing in thicker and thicker clusters as they descended and there was more scrub brush and bushes. Fallen logs lay rotting on the forest floor here and there, and jagged rocks stuck up out of the ground at odd angles making for an arduous path down for the horses.

Tristan heard Cenna’s voice as she called out to the huge bear of a man on the uncommonly small horse who held the lead rope to her horse. She was asking him to slow down as she was having trouble with her hands being tied to keep her seat over all the logs and rocks.

Tristan smiled.

She was up to something.

Tristan knew that if anyone could keep their seat without needing to hold their saddle or their horse’s mane hair, or even the reins, it was Cenna. Tristan had seen her fight in battle. He had to admit she was a superior rider, able to use her legs and seat to control the horse while her hands were free to twirl her lochaber axe or throw her dirks.

He watched as Cenna and the man leading her slowed down. They dropped back as the other men who were walking and those that were mounted on horses moved past them until there was only one man left, walking behind them.

Tristan watched quietly, a small smile still on his face.

He saw Cenna glance left and right, saw her look at a dense growth of bushes growing amid some large boulders. She wasted no time but turned in her saddle at the same instance that she pulled a dirk out of her belt and flung it at the man behind her. Her aim was true and the man tumbled off the path down into the brush and was gone, out of sight. The giant bear of a man who had been leading her did not seem to hear anything amiss; he remained steadfastly looking ahead down the trail.

He nudged Bluebell into a walk, keeping his eyes on Cenna. She passed two other men who wore Red Munroe’s colors. He saw her look around, probably for another area for them to disappear into. Tristan thought he may have just the answer, for he had dirks too.

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