Elizabeth Lane – The Santana Heir (страница 9)

Hold on! Through a fog of terror, her brain shrilled one command. As Manso broke into a run Grace wrapped her arms around the sturdy neck. Gripping the saddle with her knees, she clung for dear life. Limbs and brush clawed her skin as they tore down the wooded slope.

Was Emilio calling her name? Was he coming up from behind, thundering closer on the big palomino? Or was it only the wind she heard and the pounding of her own heart? To look back would be to risk losing her grip and being dragged or crushed.

The sound of rushing water reached her ears. The river—it had to be close. A plunge over the steep bank could be fatal for both her and the horse. Dared she risk a fall to the ground? But her unyielding grip on Manso’s neck answered that question. She was helpless to do anything but hold on.

“Grace!” She heard Emilio’s voice and felt the palomino’s body pressing in close as he caught her belt. “I’ve got you! Let go!”

Grace struggled against the instinct to hold on. She had to trust him. Her life depended on it.

“Grace, let go! Do it now!” He cursed as he yanked at her waist. Summoning the last of her courage, Grace released her hold on Manso’s neck. Emilio jerked her out of the saddle.

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