Chapter 9Mitch’s hand slipped from Mari’s shoulder, but he still grasped her shirt. Buttons flew as she felt the fabric give.
“Oh no you don’t, you sneaky Anglo b***h,” Mitch bellowed. “What kind of fool do you take me for? Did you think I’d be stupid enough to trust you? You’re probably fixin’ to sneak off with a boyfriend or something. You’re going to eat your proud words before I’m through with you. You’ll have to kiss my boots and beg, once I beat the smart ass ideas out of you.”
To hell with my shirt. I’ve got to get away! Mari put her full strength into another lunging twist, but before she could complete it, he backhanded her across the side of her face with a heavy work-toughened hand. The blow sent her flying across the central aisle of the barn and into the side of a stall. She
