Amber Carlton [Menage Amour 73] Buckskins And Brocade (pdf)

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through every inch of her body. It didn t seem to matter. She needed
to control it. Wes curled the folding knife in her hand. She hefted it
for a moment. It was so light, and the moveable handle caused an
instability she didn t like at all.
Livvie sighed. Something to remember: Never get abducted
without your eyeglasses. Slowly she turned and leaned around the
tree. Thirty feet away less than ten yards and easy pickings with
her glasses in the daylight, possibly even without. But the dark and
the wavering heat and flashes of light above the camp fire played
havoc with her eyes. The bump on her head hadn t helped either. The
blurred vision would be a problem. But she d hit within the target
before and a hit in a target meant a hit to the body. She just had to do
enough damage to keep the first one down.
Buster lifted from her foot and let out a low growl. One of the
men had moved to the other side of the fire and appeared to be
coming in their direction.
Time s up.
They re coming, she whispered. Go!
James and David hunkered down and bolted in opposite
directions. The man s head snapped up at the sudden rustle in the
trees and he lurched forward. Livvie darted around the tree and let the
knife fly as Buster shot forward into the clearing. A dark stain spread
across the man s neck and he fell to his knees, his hands flailing
toward his face. Livvie heard the gurgle in his throat before he
dropped face-first into the dirt.
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Buster skirted the fire and leapt toward the group as Wes fired his
rifle. Anthony Pack spun around, clutching at his shoulder then
dropped as a barrage of rocks rained down from the left. Price and the
other man jumped to their feet and reached for rifles then dropped
down aiming toward the trees where Livvie and Wes stood. Wes
tossed the Winchester at her and Livvie caught it, trying to aim for
Price. A rock came from the left and hit Price s accomplice in the side
of the head. He listed to the side, fell, and lay still just as Buster
launched himself at Price s legs and knocked him over.
Pack staggered to his knees, reaching for his pistol, and Livvie
aimed directly at his chest. As he drew the side arm from the holster,
she pulled the trigger and his body blew backward slamming into a
large rock. Price struggled to reach again for his rifle, kicking at the
dog fastened to his leg. Another rocky missile came from the right
and hit his leg. Price screamed in fury and kicked out harder,
spending Buster spinning toward the fire.
Wes shot out of their hiding place and raced across the clearing.
No! Livvie shouted.
Already half-way across Wes ignored her and leapt over the fire in
time to scoop Buster in his arms. Price gripped the rifle and aimed it
at Wes who dove to the ground and rolled. Another rain of rocks
showered Price and he staggered backwards still trying to aim his
weapon. A rock flew from the right and hit the barrel, knocking the
rifle aside as he pulled the trigger. The shot went into the bushes.
James shadow darted farther to the right and Livvie waited an
agonizing moment for the scream of a boy. When another barrage of
rocks came from the right, she shot forward and went down on one
knee.
Price stood now and had his rifle trained directly at her.
Just hit the target, Olivia. Any hit is a body hit.
But of course the best scenario ended with him dead. She
squeezed the trigger and a starburst of blood flared from his forehead.
His body swayed, his eyes focused directly on her then he pitched
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forward. She lurched to her feet and ran toward him, kicking the rifle
away. She pushed hard and flipped him over, just to be sure. Dead as
the proverbial doornail.
Bastard. That was for Desmond.
A quick check on Anthony Pack proved him dead as well. All in
all, a good night.
Wes headed for the first downed man and yanked the knife from
his neck. He wiped the blood on the man s shirt then moved quickly
to the second man, who had begun to groan. David had done an
excellent job of knocking him out with the slingshot. Wes leaned
toward the man, the knife aimed toward his throat. Livvie put a hand
on his shoulder.
I need one of them alive.
Wes folded the knife and slid it in his pocket. You re the boss.
He squatted down and pulled Buster into his arms, and got rewarded
with a lick to the face and a smattering of drool.
James and David cautiously entered the clearing. James found a
length of rope and set about tying their captive. Wes nodded toward
the man on the ground. Think he ll know anything?
Livvie studied the man. He better because it s the only thing
saving his sorry ass. I heard Nebraska, but I m hoping he has a more
precise location and a name. It s all the information I need to turn this
case over to the authorities and end this.
The man groaned again. His lids fluttered open and locked on
Livvie. His eyes widened and he tried to raise his head.
Morning, sunshine, Livvie said. You re in a world of hurt right
now.
James slammed his fist into the man s face. His eyes rolled back
and his head clunked to the ground. James glanced at her and
shrugged. Just putting him out of his misery. Besides I hate this son-
of-a-bitch.
Whatever makes you happy, James. Livvie turned to Wes.
Where exactly are we? Any ideas?
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We re a couple miles west of the Pack ranch. They hadn t gone
very far. I think they hoped you d bypass them.
Which we had, Livvie said. The tornado didn t make tracking
easy. How did you find us anyway?
Wes smiled. We didn t expect to find you. That was a bit of a
surprise. But we had this. He reached into his back pocket and pulled
out a small reading primer. Alice suggested it. I had to break into the
school to get it. James scent is all over it. Buster didn t have a lick of
trouble tracking him even after the tornado.
Livvie knelt down and ruffled her hand across Buster s head.
You all make one hell of a posse. I couldn t have asked for a better
team.
Fuck& that.
Livvie whirled around at the sound of Connor s voice. He
staggered between the trees then leaned down, his hands on his knees,
his breath heaving. He pulled in another huge gasp of air and sank to
his knees.
I heard the rifles& and ran the last mile. Ever try to run through
mud? Not fun.
She squealed and ran towards him, nearly knocking him over
when she dove into his outstretched arms. He pulled her tight and
devoured her mouth in a kiss that seemed both desperate and perfect.
When he let her up for air, she planted kisses all over his face.
Jesus, I m going to have to get a leash for you. You need to stay
put when I say so. He glanced over her head. Save me anything to
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