June’s POV
I lifted the pitchfork and threw it at Garth’s head, the thin needle like spikes going right for his throat. Garth lifted his hand last second though and caught the pitchfork right before it could penetrate. “Now, now, June; be nice.” He grinned as he stepped into the left and towards me.
“Get away, you bastard!” I yelled at him, causing the horses down below to neigh and buck.
“No can do, Fredrick has been worried sick about you. Now come along!” He dodged forward and grabbed ahold of my legs in the blink of an eye, throwing me over his shoulder.
“No! Put me down! Bastards!” I threw punch after punch at Garth, trying my best to dislodge myself from him, but it was to no avail. He made it to the ladder and shimmied down it with ease, like he had practiced taking an unwilling
