damned! There
she is, all alone, lying beneath that willow. Looks as if our luck has
finally changed!"
Peering through the fanlike leaves of a palmetto, Jeremy
caught sight of a tall feminine form not more than ten yards away. His
heart leaped. There was no one else in sight and the nearest building
was a safe distance away. The sun glinting on the flame-colored hair
identified her, and Jeremy was all set to snatch her when Micajah shook
his head. "No. We don't want to spook her. I'll take care of it."
After making certain that it was safe, Micajah quickly
approached Savanna. She was so lost in her own thoughts, it was only
when he was at her side, a smug grin on his face, that she became aware
of him.
Instantly she was in motion and before he had time to blink,
she was positioned in a low fighting crouch, the sunlight flashing on
the blade of the knife she held expertly in her slim hand. Her
aquamarine eyes narrowed dangerously, she spat,
"Dios!
What are you doing here?"
Gingerly eyeing the knife, his smile gone, Micajah replied
uneasily, "I came to see you. Got something to tell you that you might
find interesting."
Not trusting him, she stared contemptuously at him and
snapped,
"I
doubt it!"
"It's about your father, Davalos—he knew of a treasure and he
died trying to find it for you."
Savanna was so astonished by his words that she dropped her
guard for a moment, and moving with the speed of a striking snake,
Micajah's fist caught her viciously on the chin. Savanna gave a soft
little sigh and crumpled to the ground.
A swift glance around and then Micajah scooped her up and
hurriedly carried her into the concealing swampy brush. When Savanna
stirred sometime later, she found herself propped against a tree, bound
and gagged, sitting across from a grinning Micajah and another,
weaselly little man she had never seen before. Swallowing the acrid
taste of fear that filled her throat, she fought against her bonds,
swearing unintelligibly through the gag.
Micajah only smiled and said agreeably, "That's right, honey,
curse all you want to. It don't bother me none. Especially since I
can't understand you. But if you want to know what this is all about, I
suggest you shut up and listen."
Savanna was afraid she already had a very good idea what this
was all about, but she ceased her futile struggles to free her hands
and glared at him, unaware of how she affected him.
The flame-colored hair framed her lovely features, and with
her arms tightly bound behind her, her soft bosom was thrust forward,
fairly spilling out of the top of the coarse brown gown. Micajah's
fingers itched to touch that pale, warm flesh.
She was helpless, no one to rescue her… He had actually taken
a step forward when Jeremy whined, "Let's get out of here! Someone is
certain to notice she's missing and come looking for her."
Micajah scowled and sent Jeremy a black look, but he nodded
and growled, "You're right! Get the horses."
More terrified than she had ever been in her life, Savanna
tried to think coolly. She couldn't let them take her away! She might
be bound and gagged, but her feet were free. Scooting upright the
second Jeremy disappeared, she bolted in the opposite direction,
running and stumbling through the tangled undergrowth as fast as she
could.
Micajah gave a startled yelp and was after her in an instant.
For one wild moment, Savanna actually thought she might make it, but
then Micajah came charging out of nowhere and with a flying leap
managed to knock her to the ground. She fought viciously, her feet and
knees flaying desperately, but it was no use, and horrifyingly, all too
soon Micajah was lying on top of her, his bulky body wedged between her
thighs.
Deliberately he ground his hips against her, letting her know
how aroused he was and how very helpless she was against him. A toothy
grin on his face, he muttered, "There isn't time for us to finish this
right now, but don't you worry, I'll take care of you just as soon as I
get rid
she is, all alone, lying beneath that willow. Looks as if our luck has
finally changed!"
Peering through the fanlike leaves of a palmetto, Jeremy
caught sight of a tall feminine form not more than ten yards away. His
heart leaped. There was no one else in sight and the nearest building
was a safe distance away. The sun glinting on the flame-colored hair
identified her, and Jeremy was all set to snatch her when Micajah shook
his head. "No. We don't want to spook her. I'll take care of it."
After making certain that it was safe, Micajah quickly
approached Savanna. She was so lost in her own thoughts, it was only
when he was at her side, a smug grin on his face, that she became aware
of him.
Instantly she was in motion and before he had time to blink,
she was positioned in a low fighting crouch, the sunlight flashing on
the blade of the knife she held expertly in her slim hand. Her
aquamarine eyes narrowed dangerously, she spat,
"Dios!
What are you doing here?"
Gingerly eyeing the knife, his smile gone, Micajah replied
uneasily, "I came to see you. Got something to tell you that you might
find interesting."
Not trusting him, she stared contemptuously at him and
snapped,
"I
doubt it!"
"It's about your father, Davalos—he knew of a treasure and he
died trying to find it for you."
Savanna was so astonished by his words that she dropped her
guard for a moment, and moving with the speed of a striking snake,
Micajah's fist caught her viciously on the chin. Savanna gave a soft
little sigh and crumpled to the ground.
A swift glance around and then Micajah scooped her up and
hurriedly carried her into the concealing swampy brush. When Savanna
stirred sometime later, she found herself propped against a tree, bound
and gagged, sitting across from a grinning Micajah and another,
weaselly little man she had never seen before. Swallowing the acrid
taste of fear that filled her throat, she fought against her bonds,
swearing unintelligibly through the gag.
Micajah only smiled and said agreeably, "That's right, honey,
curse all you want to. It don't bother me none. Especially since I
can't understand you. But if you want to know what this is all about, I
suggest you shut up and listen."
Savanna was afraid she already had a very good idea what this
was all about, but she ceased her futile struggles to free her hands
and glared at him, unaware of how she affected him.
The flame-colored hair framed her lovely features, and with
her arms tightly bound behind her, her soft bosom was thrust forward,
fairly spilling out of the top of the coarse brown gown. Micajah's
fingers itched to touch that pale, warm flesh.
She was helpless, no one to rescue her… He had actually taken
a step forward when Jeremy whined, "Let's get out of here! Someone is
certain to notice she's missing and come looking for her."
Micajah scowled and sent Jeremy a black look, but he nodded
and growled, "You're right! Get the horses."
More terrified than she had ever been in her life, Savanna
tried to think coolly. She couldn't let them take her away! She might
be bound and gagged, but her feet were free. Scooting upright the
second Jeremy disappeared, she bolted in the opposite direction,
running and stumbling through the tangled undergrowth as fast as she
could.
Micajah gave a startled yelp and was after her in an instant.
For one wild moment, Savanna actually thought she might make it, but
then Micajah came charging out of nowhere and with a flying leap
managed to knock her to the ground. She fought viciously, her feet and
knees flaying desperately, but it was no use, and horrifyingly, all too
soon Micajah was lying on top of her, his bulky body wedged between her
thighs.
Deliberately he ground his hips against her, letting her know
how aroused he was and how very helpless she was against him. A toothy
grin on his face, he muttered, "There isn't time for us to finish this
right now, but don't you worry, I'll take care of you just as soon as I
get rid
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