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  He stopped only once to collect the cattle he had tied up to a tree just beyond the ranch’s property line. Elsie instantly recognized them as the cows that had gone missing earlier in the day. It was too dark to see but she could guess that their trackers were the ones she’d followed to the grassy field. After a few moments the cattle ropes were tied up behind the saddle and they were moving again.

  She wasn’t sure how long they had ridden, her thoughts circling around and around like a startled bird with nowhere to land, when his deep, gruff voice startled her.

  “Here, I think we’re far enough away.” There was that note of gentleness again, the one that had thrown her for a loop when he first tied her up. With his free hand, he pointed to the piece of fabric still gagging her. “Now, I’m gonna take this off, and you’re going to be quiet, alright? Otherwise I’ll have to put it back. You get me?”

  He was silent for a long moment and Elsie realized he was waiting her answer. In lieu of words she gave her head a slight nod and a minute later she could feel his hand brushing across her cheek. She didn’t know if the caress was intentional or not but, either way, it sent chills shivering down the back of her spine.

  “Cold?” he asked, and Elsie went all flush again. He must have felt the tremor that had shaken her, and known it had nothing to do with temperature. The gag was untied and slipped away, and she gratefully took a long deep breath. A moment later a jacket was slipped around her shoulder and Elsie looked behind her in surprise at the kind gesture.

  “What is it?” he asked, noticing her stare, and Elsie forced a shrug.

  “It’s just that… you’re nice, for a kidnapper,” she said softly, and her words earned a scowl from the big man sitting behind her.

  “I’m not nice, darling, don’t you ever forget that. I’m not a kidnapper, either.” The last bit was said under his breath and she had the feeling he was talking more to himself than her.

  “Then let me go,” she pleaded, some sense of self-preservation forcing her to speak. “Let me go and we’ll just forget all about this. I won’t say anything, I promise.”

  He gave her a long look before finally shaking his head. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. It’s far too late for that. You’ll stay with me until I figure out what to do with you. Make things easier on yourself and stay quiet.”

  “You have to let me go!” Elsie said, a sudden panic making her lurch in the saddle. The horse beneath her gave a snort of displeasure, shaking his head.

  Hatchet quickly snaked his arm around Elsie’s waist, holding her tight against him. He took a moment to calm the animal before growling in her ear. “If you try that again, I might just let Samson here throw you. I might not be there to catch you in time again. Now, I don’t want any trouble.” He cut off abruptly as they trotted out of the tree line and onto an older access road. At this time of night, it was completely deserted of cars, but as they crossed the pavement Elsie could just make out a large ditch that ran along the shoulder and at the bottom of which was a beat up old truck with a trailer attached. Beside it were two motorcycles and one very impatient looking man.

  “Jesus, Hatchet! It’s about fucking time!” the man exploded, sounding angry while at the same time somehow managing to keep his voice down. Elsie saw the exact moment the new man’s eyes found hers in the dark. She could see the way he stiffened and then turned a deadly glare towards the man still sitting behind her. “A girl? Hatchet, we had a plan. Who is she? And what the fuck is going on?”

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  Nobody was supposed to find out.

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  To keep her.

  To make her mine.

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  I TOOK HER AS PAYMENT AND NOW SHE’S CARRYING MY BABY.

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  His sister.

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  She had no idea what kind of world she was left in.

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  I was supposed to keep my hands off her, but I took her instead.

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  My enemies are willing to hurt her to get to me.

  I’d like to see them try.

  Hannah is mine.

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  They went after my family, and she helped.

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  How I’m going to ruin her.

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