CHAPTER 11
The air fluttered across the prairie, tickling the grass. The pasture was quiet, except for Valiant’s pounding hooves. Charley saw the whites of Valiant’s eyes as he trampled toward her, horns down, aimed to impale her. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Morgan’s arms circled her waist. “Charley,” his breath thrust along her ear. He hurled them to the ground and rolled. Her head, shoulders, and hips slammed into hard dirt, then she ended up lying on top of him.
Charley pressed herself up and sat astride his hips. She wiped tangled hair from her face. She lowered her hand and saw blood. She glanced at the front of her shirt and thighs. Just dirt. Then she heard a faint moan.
Morgan’s eyes were strained shut and he let out another groan. A bruise popped on his forehead. Where was the
