WESTERN ROMANCE: A Settler’s Wife’s Dreams (Contemporary Westerns Historical Romance, Cowboy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Melodie Grace
look over her shoulder, but when she did her blood ran cold.
Down the road behind her quickly closing ground was the Indian man on a war pony!
“Go, go, go!” Lisa screamed as she kicked Jeb's ribs.
Jeb took off like he had been waiting the whole time for Lisa to realize what was going on and act in her own best interest. The town was just ahead and Lisa was glad for that. Jeb, although a workhorse, was good at short sprints. She hoped he would be able to hold out. She looked over her shoulder again and saw the Indian and the pony just a few horse lengths behind her.
“Come on Jeb,” Lisa screamed. “Come on! Go! Go! Go!”
Jeb's stride reached out as if responding to his mistress’s command. Lisa would have liked to think that Jeb was speeding up in order to save her but she knew it was because Jeb hated to feel another horse behind him. It just didn't feel right to Jeb - that much was easy to tell. Jeb liked to be out in the stretch by himself when he was running, not cramped up with a bunch of horses behind him and around him. Not that Jeb had ever been to an actual horse race or anything like that, it was just what Lisa imagined Jeb's personality to be like.
But as hard as Jeb ran, the Indian kept on closing the gap. Lisa panicked as she realized that she was finally going to come face to face with the Indian.
She didn't want to look. She kept looking straight ahead, hoping that he'd just disappear like in her dream.
Then she realized that he was riding right next to her. He could have jumped her or stopped her horse or something by now. Finally, she looked at the Indian riding beside her.
His tanned, handsome face looked even better in person. His dark eyes told her that he was not trying to harm her. She could tell that he had no evil intent for the moment and that he just wanted to get a close up look at her.
He studied her as if he were about to buy a horse from a rancher. Social grace certainly was missing! After he studied Lisa's body, he let out a yell and his horse almost instantly stopped. He let Lisa get away.
Just as they entered the city limits of the town, Lisa looked back and the Indian on the pony was gone. She could see the froth coming off of Jeb's lips in thick clumps and steered him over to a trough. Lisa jumped off the horse and started to rub him down with a rag she kept in one of the saddlebags. She let Jeb drink a little bit, but pulled him away when he started to drink so much that his stomach would hurt and make him sluggish.
“Good boy,” She cooed. “Good Jeb. Going to have to keep this one between us, all right? Going to have to keep this one from daddy. Frank won't understand, all right? So let's just keep this between us.”
Jeb nodded his head as if in agreement and Lisa fished an apple out of the saddlebag and fed it to him. She felt confused as to what the Indian man really wanted. Wouldn't he have tried to hurt her then if he had ill intent? And if he had some other intent, why didn't he do anything about it?
None of it made any sense unless the Indian wanted to kidnap her so he could bring her back to his tribe and make her live a life of indentured servitude from which there would be no escape. Even though the thought of that was very scary, it turned her on to know that someone so wild and free wanted her.
“Well, guess we better head into town.” Lisa said.
Before the Indian had tried to run her down Lisa had had all kinds of plans when she got to town. Sure, she needed a few horseshoes and some small nails, but she didn't want to waste a perfectly good trip to town by just getting a few things that were needed. She wanted to shop around and see what was going on; maybe even stop by some local watering whole that women gathered at and gossip.
It would be hard to mingle with women, she realized, since she dressed like a man and moved with the freedom of a man. In her experience Lisa found that woman especially didn't like it when she disobeyed the societal
Down the road behind her quickly closing ground was the Indian man on a war pony!
“Go, go, go!” Lisa screamed as she kicked Jeb's ribs.
Jeb took off like he had been waiting the whole time for Lisa to realize what was going on and act in her own best interest. The town was just ahead and Lisa was glad for that. Jeb, although a workhorse, was good at short sprints. She hoped he would be able to hold out. She looked over her shoulder again and saw the Indian and the pony just a few horse lengths behind her.
“Come on Jeb,” Lisa screamed. “Come on! Go! Go! Go!”
Jeb's stride reached out as if responding to his mistress’s command. Lisa would have liked to think that Jeb was speeding up in order to save her but she knew it was because Jeb hated to feel another horse behind him. It just didn't feel right to Jeb - that much was easy to tell. Jeb liked to be out in the stretch by himself when he was running, not cramped up with a bunch of horses behind him and around him. Not that Jeb had ever been to an actual horse race or anything like that, it was just what Lisa imagined Jeb's personality to be like.
But as hard as Jeb ran, the Indian kept on closing the gap. Lisa panicked as she realized that she was finally going to come face to face with the Indian.
She didn't want to look. She kept looking straight ahead, hoping that he'd just disappear like in her dream.
Then she realized that he was riding right next to her. He could have jumped her or stopped her horse or something by now. Finally, she looked at the Indian riding beside her.
His tanned, handsome face looked even better in person. His dark eyes told her that he was not trying to harm her. She could tell that he had no evil intent for the moment and that he just wanted to get a close up look at her.
He studied her as if he were about to buy a horse from a rancher. Social grace certainly was missing! After he studied Lisa's body, he let out a yell and his horse almost instantly stopped. He let Lisa get away.
Just as they entered the city limits of the town, Lisa looked back and the Indian on the pony was gone. She could see the froth coming off of Jeb's lips in thick clumps and steered him over to a trough. Lisa jumped off the horse and started to rub him down with a rag she kept in one of the saddlebags. She let Jeb drink a little bit, but pulled him away when he started to drink so much that his stomach would hurt and make him sluggish.
“Good boy,” She cooed. “Good Jeb. Going to have to keep this one between us, all right? Going to have to keep this one from daddy. Frank won't understand, all right? So let's just keep this between us.”
Jeb nodded his head as if in agreement and Lisa fished an apple out of the saddlebag and fed it to him. She felt confused as to what the Indian man really wanted. Wouldn't he have tried to hurt her then if he had ill intent? And if he had some other intent, why didn't he do anything about it?
None of it made any sense unless the Indian wanted to kidnap her so he could bring her back to his tribe and make her live a life of indentured servitude from which there would be no escape. Even though the thought of that was very scary, it turned her on to know that someone so wild and free wanted her.
“Well, guess we better head into town.” Lisa said.
Before the Indian had tried to run her down Lisa had had all kinds of plans when she got to town. Sure, she needed a few horseshoes and some small nails, but she didn't want to waste a perfectly good trip to town by just getting a few things that were needed. She wanted to shop around and see what was going on; maybe even stop by some local watering whole that women gathered at and gossip.
It would be hard to mingle with women, she realized, since she dressed like a man and moved with the freedom of a man. In her experience Lisa found that woman especially didn't like it when she disobeyed the societal
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