Book 3 Chapter Four - Making Camp
Michael swore, and buckled to his knees but he refused to let her go. Not now, and definitely not like this. He tightened his muscular arms around her like steel bands. She screamed and thrashed in his arms, but she couldn’t escape his grasp. The women came quickly and tied her hands and feet. It hurt Michael’s heart to see her bound, but not quite as much as his balls were aching from her bony little knees. He swore again and ran his hands through his hair. “Now what?” Caroline asked skeptically, backing away a safe distance. “Now we get the hell out of this ravine and find a place to make camp.” His eyes scanned the ridges uneasily. “This ravine is a death trap.” There was no easy way to carry Hannah with her all tied up. Michael propped his hands on his hips and stare
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