Chapter Six
Rafe also awoke with the sun, though he passed the night far more comfortably, if uneventfully, than his prisoner. He splashed some water in his face, brewed some coffee in the still-shambled kitchen, and drank a cup as he was headed out to the stable. Then he saddled the sorrel, and soon they were on their way back up the slope through the woods and onto the ridge. When they reached the top, the sun had just peaked over the Sierra Nevada mountains a hundred miles to the East, perfectly illuminating the bound and splayed naked redhead tied atop the boundary fence at the crest of the ridge.
Nicole had been awake for the past hour or so, miserably awaiting the return of her cruel captor. She had to admit he had been quite right about her surviving the night in good health, how
