The Strong One (Cutter's Creek Book 2) by Holt Vivi

Author:Holt, Vivi [Holt, Vivi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: THE STRONG ONE
Publisher: amazon.com
Published: 2016-05-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Ominous black clouds circled overhead. Sarah could see them through the branches of the tree they were camped beneath. Colt had stopped their headlong escape once they reached the other side of the Yellow River, and had set up camp in a grove of junipers. Sarah lay on her back, her hands tied tightly behind her, her legs bound together. She shivered.

The night was turning cold fast, and she had dressed for a dance, not a night in the outdoors. Rolling to her side, she attempted to push herself into a seated position. The aged log of a fallen juniper rested beside her in the dirt. Wriggling toward it, she leveraged her weight onto her hands and pushed against the log, finally succeeding in lifting her torso off the ground. Sitting now, she puffed hard from the exertion, and her eyes scanned the clearing in front of her.

Colt had built a fire, and was seated on the opposite side of it, watching her with hawk-like vigilance. He caught her eye and grinned, stoking the fire with a long stick.

“Yer welcome ta join me, princess. If ya want.”

Sarah tipped her head and cocked an eyebrow. “Exactly how would I do that, with my legs tied together?”

He chortled, and stood to his feet. Walking to her, he flicked a blade from his belt and reached down to cut the ties binding her feet. Sarah stood and followed him back to the fire. The warmth of it drew her closer, and she lowered herself to the ground, tucking her feet to one side beneath her dress.

“No runnin’ though, ya here? Wouldn’t do you a mite of good if ya did. We ain’t close by to anywhere, and you’d freeze in no time.”

“I have no intention of running,” whispered Sarah, gazing into the leaping flames, and watching the green sticks crack and hiss as they burned.

“You’ve done it before,” he muttered, pulling a stick of bread from the saddlebags piled beside him. “But it’s turned cold since then. Bread?”

Sarah nodded, and reached for the bread, tearing off a large chunk and handing it back to him. In all truth, she wasn’t hungry. Not just because she’d stuffed herself to overflowing with the good food at the dance, but because the sight of Angus Colt sent her stomach reeling and made her heart pound in fear, and she didn’t want him to know that. She wanted him to believe she had made her peace with captivity for now, so that when her chance for escape came she could take it without him suspecting she would. It might just give her the head start she’d need to get away from him.

She slipped a piece of bread into her mouth and chewed automatically, forcing herself to swallow the bite while she surveyed her surroundings. The trail was about twenty feet away, and they were downhill from it in a small hollow beside a creek that had split from the river some miles back and formed its own twisting, bubbling waterway.

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