Description: Erin clipped the rein to Talent’s bit, then gently pulled down to loop the leather over his head — but the horse kept his head high. In fact, he wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, his attention was directed behind her. “What is it, boy?” she asked, turning back to look at the abandoned cottage. “What do you see?” Nothing was there. She looked back at the horse. He was still staring at the stone corner of the cottage. Was someone behind the old building?
Talent snorted, and his hoof struck the ground. Once. Twice. Then he pinned his ears and pranced sideways, his head even higher. Fear spiked Erin’s heart and she froze. There was only one thing Talent had ever been afraid of. The neighbor’s bull. He must be loose!
Erin reached for the stirrup. “Hold still, Tallie,” she begged, breathless with alarm. “We have to go! Now!” Talent caught the panic in her voice and danced away, almost jerking the rein from her hand.
Erin took a deep calming breath. She would get nowhere with the sensitive horse if she acted like a terrified fool. “I’m sorry, Tallie,” she crooned, holding the rein with a firm grip and forcing the tremor from her voice. “Just be calm. Everything is okay. Now let’s just go for that ride, okay?” With her hand out, she approached her horse, first stroking his nose, then his neck. She was just about to put her foot in the stirrup when Talent snorted loudly and leapt away again.
“Tallie?” And that was all Erin had time to say before she was seized from behind. One arm wrapped around her arms and midsection, immobilizing her, and a strong hand clamped over her mouth, stopping her from crying out. Then she was dragged backward, kicking and squirming, into the abandoned cottage.
In the company of two kidnappers, Erin is forced into a nightmare trip across the Irish Burren. Will she escape her captors? Or even see home again?