Terrified, Keelan clutched a bigger handful of Sham’s mane and held on until her knuckles whitened. Her hair again whipped free from her bonnet and slashed across her face and neck, impairing her vision. Seized by panic, a new horror gripped her when she realized she’d dropped the other rein in the fight to maintain her seat.
She now had no way to control the beast or slow him down.
“Stop!” she screamed. “Whoa, Sham!”
Unheeding, the stallion continued at a bone-jarring gallop with Keelan powerless to halt him. He sensed her fear and reacted in kind. She choked back a terrified sob and again shouted the command to stop, but the rising wind swallowed her voice. The furious storm-chased drops pelted her face in a blinding assault. Her insides churned with cold dread; she clenched Sham’s ma
