Taming the Wild Highlander 04
“She stood near the table shoved up against the door and listened to the sounds of the horses approaching, their hooves clomping on the muddy ground, and tried to judge how far away they were. They were a good distance still, mayhap.
What of her horse?
She couldn't leave her alone in the byre. What if the men decided to steal her? She had time to take care of her mare before the travelers were upon her. She believed.
Wishing she'd thought of it sooner and hoping she wouldn't get her only dry piece of clothing too wet, she hurried to pull the table away from the door, the legs scraping again, making her cringe at hearing the noise she was creating. If the riders heard it, they would think her mad, moving furniture back and forth in the middle of the night. But she would not allow them to steal her horse.
She yanked open the door and looked out into the ghostly gloom. She saw no one. Judging by the sound of the horses' hoof steps, they truly were a ways off.
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