Hostage Heart
“Shanks jerked his horse to a halt and glared at the quiet desert landscape. The hundreds of stately saguaros made it difficult to distinguish between a person and the cactus. Anger that Lark could escape boiled up through him. His nose was busted and ached without reprieve. Then his eyes widened as he spotted her no more than a quarter of a mile away, crouched low and running in a shallow wash.
“Giddyap!” he said sharply to his horse, sinking his spurs into the animal’s flanks. Shanks’s nostrils flared as he thundered toward the dry streambed, whipping his horse mercilessly. Just as the horse leaped into the sandy bottom of the creek bed, Shanks saw Lark glance over her shoulder, her face etched with shock.
“Hey!” he yelled at her, his voice echoing sharply. He yanked the Colt .45 out of his holster, preparing to fire.
Lark saw Shanks careening down the wash like a madman, his gun drawn. He meant to kill her. Coming to a sudden halt, she spun around and moved to the center of the wash..., her legs slightly spread for better balance.MoreLess
“Giddyap!” he said sharply to his horse, sinking his spurs into the animal’s flanks. Shanks’s nostrils flared as he thundered toward the dry streambed, whipping his horse mercilessly. Just as the horse leaped into the sandy bottom of the creek bed, Shanks saw Lark glance over her shoulder, her face etched with shock.
“Hey!” he yelled at her, his voice echoing sharply. He yanked the Colt .45 out of his holster, preparing to fire.
Lark saw Shanks careening down the wash like a madman, his gun drawn. He meant to kill her. Coming to a sudden halt, she spun around and moved to the center of the wash..., her legs slightly spread for better balance.MoreLess
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