Harriet was about to ride cross-country with two men who were most definitely not courting her. She put her feet in the stirrups, adjusted her grip on the reins, and gave the beast a gentle nudge with her heels. He obediently walked over to where Sheffield and Jonesy sat atop their mounts near the gate.
“Ready?” Sheffield said.
Harriet looked at the street and nodded, not trusting her voice.
Blood rushed through her veins. Her heart pounded. Fear, excitement, and anticipation flooded her body in equal measures.
This was it. She was about to embark on her future. Within a few hours she might find the treasure her father had intended to take care of his family. Take care of Harriet’s future, and that of her younger brother. See that Mama was comfortable in her declining years.
They head
