Shanna by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss Page B

from without, Pitney’s shout roared above the pelting rain, and the pace of the carriage changed. Cursing, Ruark raised his head, realizing they were stopping. Then he heard another voice answer the hail from Pitney; and he recognized it as that of the third guard, the one who had stayed behind with the prison van.
    â€œAhhh, damn!” Ruark groaned in frustrated agony. “Damn you deceiving little bitch!” He snatched from her roughly and flung her away. “I knew you couldn’t hold to our bargain!”
    With much urgency Ruark began to secure his garments, his teeth showing in a savage snarl as he cursed her viciously. Shanna cowered in the corner, her hands clutched over her ears as he vented his wrath in searing words. In the dim light his sneering eyes raked her cruelly, marking her pale, quivering breasts and the soft lovely thighs still naked to his gaze.
    â€œCover yourself,” he ground out derisively. And then more harshly, “Or do you wish the guards to take my place?”
    Shanna snatched the cloak tightly about her as if to shield herself from his ridiculing jeer and penetrating glare. A second later the door was jerked open, and the wide muzzle of Pitney’s oversized pistol gaped its raw threat at Ruark’s chest.
    â€œOut!”
    Everything in Ruark rebelled. He had been pushed, shoved, beaten, prodded, goaded, tempted, and finally betrayed at a most degrading moment A ragged growl tore from his throat, and before anyone could react, he kicked the gun aside and launched himself, feet first, against Pitney’s chest. The force of his attack sent themboth sprawling to the mud. Cries of alarm sprang from the guards.
    â€œCatch the bloke! Hicks’ll ’ave our ’eads rolling!”
    Shanna cringed as they fell upon him. Muffled oaths and grunts of pain detailed their battle. The guards were bulky, large and heavily muscled; Hicks had chosen them for strength to see the prisoner back to his cell. Each outweighed Ruark by at least two stone, and Pitney was larger than any of them, but Ruark displayed an extensive knowledge of brawling. He fought like a man possessed.
    It was several moments before they could subdue him, and even then he was only slightly more battered than his captors, two of whom held him secure now on his knees in the mud with both arms outspread, while the third hurried to fix the manacles to his wrists.
    Pitney stood nearby, trying to scrape some of the mucky soil from his cloak. He massaged his shoulder as if it pained him and flexed his arm. Glancing up, he paused as he saw Shanna’s face illuminated in the lantern’s glow, and, following his gaze, the guards also halted their labors. The third, stepping closer, spoke in humble apology.
    â€œSorry for the delay, mum. Me wagon got stuck in the mud by the pond, else I’d have met ye sooner, like ye wanted.”
    Slowly Ruark raised his head and stared into her eyes. His face was bruised, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Shanna’s throat tightened convulsively, and she drew back into the shadows, snatching the deep hood of her cloak around her face so she would not have to meet his gaze. But his voice came, thick with unsuppressed wrath.
    â€œIf I fall under the mercy of Almighty God, madam,” he grated out, “I shall see our bargain carried through—
    His vow was silenced by the swing of a meaty fist Shanna flinched, hearing the thud as it met its target. When she could bring herself to look again, Ruark hung limply in the grasp of the guards. They finished chaining him and flung him roughly into the wagon. The bar slammed home behind him, and his bloodied face showed briefly at the small window before the wooden door shut.
    Shanna sank back against the cushioned seat and withunsteady fingers began to rearrange her garments. Except for the fact that she had lost her virginity, her plans had gone according to her wishes, but she could summon