“Let go of me,” Elizabeth called as she continued to struggle. The man that was so gentle the night before turned into a monster. Ryan drug Elizabeth down the hall behind him. Pushing Harland forward, he made his way to the carriage. Elizabeth investigated the rooms they passed and toward the front desk, but it appeared as if the entire building was empty.
To her surprise, the young clerk that she had met at the bank was hooking up one of the black horses to the front of the carriage. Mr. Thatcher glanced over to Ryan and nodded his head as he walked to a carriage that was a good distance behind Ryan’s.
“What is he doing here?” Elizabeth asked as she looked at the curly haired man.
“No questions,” Ryan said as he pulled her along.
When he reached the carriage, Elizabeth jumped as
