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just as much as you, but
there’s nothing we can do. She doesn’t need us jumping down her
throat the second she returns. We just have to stay calm and trust
her.”
Infuriated by the answer, because he knew it
was right, Harrison could do nothing but slump to Gabe’s side and
resume his grass picking.
“I hate feeling this helpless. I should have
gone with her.”
“You know you only would have been a burden.
You may have the right blood, but you’ve got no training. She’s got
enough to concentrate on without having to worry about you as
well.”
Harrison kicked the ground.
“Sucks being the weaker one, doesn’t it?”
“It definitely plays havoc with the ego every
now and again.”
Gabe smiled.
“It takes a special kind of man to care for a
strong woman. She needs you more than you know.”
Harrison smiled and sent Gabe a short nod of
gratitude. They fell back into silence and the trees around them
began to sing once more as the birds took courage. Harrison
listened to their effervescent song, closing his eyes and imagining
Gemma on horseback, sauntering through an English forest and
listening to the same sound.
Chapter
Eleven
Yorkshire, England – 1820AD
The birds in the trees were a full-blown
chorus. Gemma listened to their sweet sound and felt a smile pull
at her lips. It was the first one she’d managed all day. Upon
leaving London, Gemma had been well equipped with enough supplies
to last her two weeks. Emilie had been more than generous. Gemma
had left the smelly city and headed into the countryside in high
spirits. She had made it to the Clayton estate easily and after a
good night’s rest had headed north like Emilie suggested.
The next few days had flown by in a flurry of
excited anticipation as people in each village had recognized her
description of the lanky man and pointed her in the right
direction. She had traveled with speed, the only thing slowing her
being the need to rest her horse. She had cooked over campfires and
star gazed until sleep captured her. Each morning she had awoken
with fresh vigor, knowing today would be the day, but it was now
the eighth morning and the village she had just passed had not seen
Nathaniel. Her nights were getting longer as fears of her extended
stay strayed unwelcomed through her mind. Worries of what Harrison
and Gabe might be thinking and fears that her parents might
suddenly call on her began to fester in the corners of her brain.
But the darkest question of all was, “What if I don’t find
Nathaniel?”
As she sauntered through the forest she
wondered if she was on the right path and a meaty discourse was
raging in her brain.
You said a week, Gem. If you didn’t find him
in a week…
Her features crumpled with frustration.
But all this work for nothing. I can’t give
up now! Surely I’ve gained on him!
Rubbing her grimy face, she kept her horse
moving, hoping to leave behind her argument, but she had no such
luck. After another mile she was nearly ready to shoot herself over
the indecision.
It’s over, Gem. Just go home. Just…
A loud cry filled the forest, an explosion of
pained fear that silenced the birds and had Gemma spurring her
horse forward. Seconds later she was pulling her sword free as she
took in the scene of five men attacking an unarmed wanderer. Two
were rifling through his belongings while the other three tore at
his clothing and punched him senseless. Gemma’s presence was soon
noted and the man closest to her licked his lips and approached her
with a sneer. Dropping from her horse she knocked him to the ground
in one swift movement.
A sharp punch to her jaw made her senses
ring, but a knee to the man’s groin had him stunned enough to push
him away. Jumping smoothly to her feet, she dispensed him with a
kick to the head and moved to aide the victim.
Blades flashed. Fists flew. The air was
filled with groans and curses. Gemma’s system roared with
adrenaline as she watched the five men stumble
there’s nothing we can do. She doesn’t need us jumping down her
throat the second she returns. We just have to stay calm and trust
her.”
Infuriated by the answer, because he knew it
was right, Harrison could do nothing but slump to Gabe’s side and
resume his grass picking.
“I hate feeling this helpless. I should have
gone with her.”
“You know you only would have been a burden.
You may have the right blood, but you’ve got no training. She’s got
enough to concentrate on without having to worry about you as
well.”
Harrison kicked the ground.
“Sucks being the weaker one, doesn’t it?”
“It definitely plays havoc with the ego every
now and again.”
Gabe smiled.
“It takes a special kind of man to care for a
strong woman. She needs you more than you know.”
Harrison smiled and sent Gabe a short nod of
gratitude. They fell back into silence and the trees around them
began to sing once more as the birds took courage. Harrison
listened to their effervescent song, closing his eyes and imagining
Gemma on horseback, sauntering through an English forest and
listening to the same sound.
Chapter
Eleven
Yorkshire, England – 1820AD
The birds in the trees were a full-blown
chorus. Gemma listened to their sweet sound and felt a smile pull
at her lips. It was the first one she’d managed all day. Upon
leaving London, Gemma had been well equipped with enough supplies
to last her two weeks. Emilie had been more than generous. Gemma
had left the smelly city and headed into the countryside in high
spirits. She had made it to the Clayton estate easily and after a
good night’s rest had headed north like Emilie suggested.
The next few days had flown by in a flurry of
excited anticipation as people in each village had recognized her
description of the lanky man and pointed her in the right
direction. She had traveled with speed, the only thing slowing her
being the need to rest her horse. She had cooked over campfires and
star gazed until sleep captured her. Each morning she had awoken
with fresh vigor, knowing today would be the day, but it was now
the eighth morning and the village she had just passed had not seen
Nathaniel. Her nights were getting longer as fears of her extended
stay strayed unwelcomed through her mind. Worries of what Harrison
and Gabe might be thinking and fears that her parents might
suddenly call on her began to fester in the corners of her brain.
But the darkest question of all was, “What if I don’t find
Nathaniel?”
As she sauntered through the forest she
wondered if she was on the right path and a meaty discourse was
raging in her brain.
You said a week, Gem. If you didn’t find him
in a week…
Her features crumpled with frustration.
But all this work for nothing. I can’t give
up now! Surely I’ve gained on him!
Rubbing her grimy face, she kept her horse
moving, hoping to leave behind her argument, but she had no such
luck. After another mile she was nearly ready to shoot herself over
the indecision.
It’s over, Gem. Just go home. Just…
A loud cry filled the forest, an explosion of
pained fear that silenced the birds and had Gemma spurring her
horse forward. Seconds later she was pulling her sword free as she
took in the scene of five men attacking an unarmed wanderer. Two
were rifling through his belongings while the other three tore at
his clothing and punched him senseless. Gemma’s presence was soon
noted and the man closest to her licked his lips and approached her
with a sneer. Dropping from her horse she knocked him to the ground
in one swift movement.
A sharp punch to her jaw made her senses
ring, but a knee to the man’s groin had him stunned enough to push
him away. Jumping smoothly to her feet, she dispensed him with a
kick to the head and moved to aide the victim.
Blades flashed. Fists flew. The air was
filled with groans and curses. Gemma’s system roared with
adrenaline as she watched the five men stumble
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