through the mud. Lightening forked out over the barn. Her
body jumped. Thunder shook the ground, sending the horse in to another
frightened frenzy; it danced sideways, seconds away from charging forward. Good
grief! The old man was going to be trampled! Was he crazy? She thought of his
drawn hands, and how difficult it must have been for him to grip the rope.
Megan slipped her bare feet into a pair of rain boots by the front
door, Griffin’s or one of the other guys, too large for her delicate feet. She
felt ridiculous in the boots, like a waddling duck with no direction. “Let go!”
she screamed sloshing out into the rain.
It felt as if someone had taken a bucket of ice water and tossed a
wave of it at her front side. She shuddered from the cold, wet rain, but she
didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Something about the whole scene caused an
unsettling feeling deep in her stomach. She batted damp eyes against the rain.
Her white button down shirt hung open, wrinkled and heavy at her
side. Underneath that shirt she wore a white tank top, both shirts soaked, her
black bra showing through. The jean fabric of her shorts was also drenched,
weighted down, hanging low on her waist showing her navel. Fingers fisted, “You
stubborn old man, it’s not that difficult… just let go!”
Tink’s hold tightened. “Can’t.”
“Why the hell not? You’re going to get yourself killed!” Megan
reached for the rope. “If you’re not going to listen, then at least let me help
you!”
“You can help by finding Drew. He’ll know how to calm her.”
Her?
Her gaze went to the snorting horse tossing its head: the elegant
legs bending and straightening, the white strip between erratic deep brown eyes
searching for something… or someone.
“What’s her name?” she yelled over the drum of the rain, not sure
why it mattered all of sudden.
Tink gritted his teeth, “No offense beautiful, but this isn’t a
good time for chit chat, go tell Drew she’s lost it again!”
“I’m not leaving you,” she insisted.
Lightening lashed across the sky, having the same effect as the
crack of a whip on the creature’s tail end. Five seconds, that’s all it took
for them both to realize the horse was going for it, to hell with whoever stood
in its way. Megan grabbed the rope tight feeling the sting as the horse charged
forward jerking Tink and her along with it. They both dug their heels into the
wet ground. Rope snapped taunt as the horse reached the end of the slack. Every
muscle in her body tensed. Oh no. Oh no. she kept chanting over and over in her
mind. Would they be able to hold their ground or would they be pulled face
first into the mud?
“Let go, Meg,” Tink ground out his knuckles turning white around
the rope.
“You first.”
“Uh huh. Ladies first.”
“I’m not letting go until you do.”
“Drew’s right. You are as stubborn as this horse.”
There was a clicking sound from somewhere behind Megan, then
another set of warm hands were over hers on the rope. Her heart soared. She was
wet, cold, and trembling, and didn’t want to be where she was. Relief slammed
into her as she glanced up to see Drew standing beside her, and realized the
clicking sound was coming from him. He was calling the horse, and the horse was
responding, calming.
“Get back…I got this,” he said taking the rope from her hands and
rolling it up like a garden hose. He moved closer and closer to the wild eyed
animal, one slow step at a time.
Another crack of lightening!
The horse reared, clomped sideways throwing its head and neighing.
“Drew!” she begged.
The horse reared and struck, a hoof coming dangerously close to
Drew’s head. Her eyes snapped closed! Tears came quick then; she didn’t know if
it was all the excitement, or worry about this guy she barely knew, but she
couldn’t stop the tears. She wiped them away with the tilt of her chin,
body jumped. Thunder shook the ground, sending the horse in to another
frightened frenzy; it danced sideways, seconds away from charging forward. Good
grief! The old man was going to be trampled! Was he crazy? She thought of his
drawn hands, and how difficult it must have been for him to grip the rope.
Megan slipped her bare feet into a pair of rain boots by the front
door, Griffin’s or one of the other guys, too large for her delicate feet. She
felt ridiculous in the boots, like a waddling duck with no direction. “Let go!”
she screamed sloshing out into the rain.
It felt as if someone had taken a bucket of ice water and tossed a
wave of it at her front side. She shuddered from the cold, wet rain, but she
didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Something about the whole scene caused an
unsettling feeling deep in her stomach. She batted damp eyes against the rain.
Her white button down shirt hung open, wrinkled and heavy at her
side. Underneath that shirt she wore a white tank top, both shirts soaked, her
black bra showing through. The jean fabric of her shorts was also drenched,
weighted down, hanging low on her waist showing her navel. Fingers fisted, “You
stubborn old man, it’s not that difficult… just let go!”
Tink’s hold tightened. “Can’t.”
“Why the hell not? You’re going to get yourself killed!” Megan
reached for the rope. “If you’re not going to listen, then at least let me help
you!”
“You can help by finding Drew. He’ll know how to calm her.”
Her?
Her gaze went to the snorting horse tossing its head: the elegant
legs bending and straightening, the white strip between erratic deep brown eyes
searching for something… or someone.
“What’s her name?” she yelled over the drum of the rain, not sure
why it mattered all of sudden.
Tink gritted his teeth, “No offense beautiful, but this isn’t a
good time for chit chat, go tell Drew she’s lost it again!”
“I’m not leaving you,” she insisted.
Lightening lashed across the sky, having the same effect as the
crack of a whip on the creature’s tail end. Five seconds, that’s all it took
for them both to realize the horse was going for it, to hell with whoever stood
in its way. Megan grabbed the rope tight feeling the sting as the horse charged
forward jerking Tink and her along with it. They both dug their heels into the
wet ground. Rope snapped taunt as the horse reached the end of the slack. Every
muscle in her body tensed. Oh no. Oh no. she kept chanting over and over in her
mind. Would they be able to hold their ground or would they be pulled face
first into the mud?
“Let go, Meg,” Tink ground out his knuckles turning white around
the rope.
“You first.”
“Uh huh. Ladies first.”
“I’m not letting go until you do.”
“Drew’s right. You are as stubborn as this horse.”
There was a clicking sound from somewhere behind Megan, then
another set of warm hands were over hers on the rope. Her heart soared. She was
wet, cold, and trembling, and didn’t want to be where she was. Relief slammed
into her as she glanced up to see Drew standing beside her, and realized the
clicking sound was coming from him. He was calling the horse, and the horse was
responding, calming.
“Get back…I got this,” he said taking the rope from her hands and
rolling it up like a garden hose. He moved closer and closer to the wild eyed
animal, one slow step at a time.
Another crack of lightening!
The horse reared, clomped sideways throwing its head and neighing.
“Drew!” she begged.
The horse reared and struck, a hoof coming dangerously close to
Drew’s head. Her eyes snapped closed! Tears came quick then; she didn’t know if
it was all the excitement, or worry about this guy she barely knew, but she
couldn’t stop the tears. She wiped them away with the tilt of her chin,
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