A Stolen Season, by Tamara Gill
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Sarah shifted in the saddle, the weight of her saturated close, heavy on her shoulders and hindering her seat, the horses pounding hooves as loud as a drum echoed in her ears. She kicked her mount and urged him over a small head dro her determination not to be caught overriding her common sense. Rain streamed down her face, but she couldn't stop the future. Off time, Arch depended on it. Her father's a years of research, the hundreds of hours spent working on Man's greatest, most sought after ability. Sarah slowed her mount to cancer through a fast moving Ford, the stone, causing the horse to stumble, making the short trip across painfully slow. Time was up. She had to get away, though the horse grappled and slipped up the other side of the muddy bank to continue on, Apprehension still threatened to close her throat in panic. The Mount Mr Step and Sarah clutched the saddle, cursing the weather. She flashed a glance over her shoulder and cried out her frustration into the sheeting. Rain at the site of the Earl of Ernst and not to horse lengths behind his gaze, held hers, and with fearless determination, he urged his mount beside clutching for her reins. Let go! Sarah punched his hand and kicked out, trying to push him away, all in vain. As it seemed nothing could deter his resolve. What does it do? He yelled, pulling on her reins. The horse bumped hard and Sarah fought for violence. Let go, Lord Ernst in you kill us both! He released her reins for a moment as a large bush separated them. But at blistering speed, he drew beside her again. What's so important? You'd risk your life? He hollered over the storm. Sarah shook her head. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? Damn her clumsiness in his library Had she never knocked over the vase had she not tripped, for that matter, the earl would never have investigated the sound. But he had. And he'd found her hands deep in his collection of peculiar hours stealing a device not of this time. Forget about its Forget me, she yelled through the day. Luge! Go home! No, he said, spurring his horse ahead of hers. A low lying tree branch slapped her face. Sarah cringed at the stinging pain. The night was perfect for thievery, but not for escape at breakneck speed. If they kept up the chase, it was only a matter of time before one of them was killed. Stop your horse! Sarah shook her head and kicked her mount on. No matter the dangers, she couldn't obey him. The future, her father's business, everything she held dear hinged on her getting away. I want my lord, Please leave me! He clasped her reins and jerked hard. Sarah's horse buck to the aggressive manhandling, and she tipped awkwardly, toe one side, feeling herself about to fall. She reached out and clutched at the URL. Her reign slipped from his grasp as his strong arm encircled her waist, struggling to keep her from falling between the two horses. But it was little use. Her horse veered away, and she fell hard against his lordships mount. Her fingers cold and wet, slipped for purchase on his saddle, but his horse shied away from her. Hold on I have you with an oath. The URL tried to pull her up, but gravity was against them. I'm slipping. Let me go! I'll bring you down. Sarah's feet dragged on the muddy, stone strewn road, and she braced herself for a bruising fall. A gentleman to the last. He shook his head and tried to pull up his horse. Please let me go. But it was too late. His horse slipped, and they both hit the muddy track with a sickening fund. Sarah landed on her knees and ruled leaf litter and might entered her mouth and her leg twisted, shooting a pain into her hip. Moments later, the wet nose of her horse nuzzled her neck. She dragged herself to a sitting position and wiped mud from her face and eyes with a Tauron reminiscent of her skirt. Taking deep breaths, she waited for her body to stop shaking. The only sound was the rain slapping at the leaves to the foil edge above. Then she saw the motionless form on the muddy track. Dread clawed up her spine. Sarah crawled toe where the early his head twisted at an awkward angle. She rolled him over and cursed his vacant, lifeless eyes. Don't be dead. Please don't be dead