Page 38 of Affair
Put space between them.
He whistled, and immediately, Diablo’s ears perked up. It was clear he knew what was about to go down.
They were taking a fast ride to someplace safe. It looked like a scenic little jaunt through the woods and acres surrounding Poe’s home.
He glanced at Snow, and Diablo, and he knew they needed the fastest, strongest horse there. That would be themenace. He was spiteful and wicked, but he ran like the wind, and they had guns.
Powerful guns.
“Sorry, Snow. I’ll come back and set you free!” he promised, throwing open Diablo’s stall, and getting ready to mount the wild stallion.
Hopefully, he could get to Poe fast enough.
“We gotta go!” he said, grabbing a blanket for over his back before he used the horse’s mane to get onto him.
It was fast, and he knew Diablo loved a good race. He hadn’t been run yet today, and that meant he was going to go fast, hard, and until someone stopped him.
“Go!” he ordered, kicking him in the sides, and holding on for dear life as Hemmingway’s horse bolted out, reared back, and Gamble had to hold on for dear life.
God.
Hopefully, he didn’t break his goddamn neck.
The horse was raring to go. That was the one good thing about Diablo. He was a menace when set wild, and all you had to do was direct and hold on for your freaking life.
The black stallion flew out of the barn, tearing away from the structure and the danger.
The whole time, Gamble tugged him toward the pasture and Poe.
It was hooves on pavement for a few feet, and that was what gave him away.
Or the fact that a big, black beast of a horse was going full throttle toward the fields like he was the devil, breaking free from Hell.
Behind him, there were gunshots, and he felt one go way too close to his ear as he charged into the pastures. Now, he hoped the horse didn’t get hit.
Then, they were both going down, and Diablo was special to Poe.
When he heard the gunshots, and Gamble shouted his name, Poe turned.
And he must have seen the people with guns running toward the field.
Or it was because Gamble was charging at him with the behemoth of a horse.
Poe’s eyes went huge.
As Gamble raced Diablo toward him, he held out his hand, hoping the man would understand what he needed to do.
Truthfully, stopping wasn’t an option. It gave the people a stationary target, and increased the odds of being shot.
So, fast was the answer. Keeping distance between those AR-Fifteens was the goal.
They couldn’t drive those luxury vehicles into the pasture, and Poe didn’t have quads, that meant the intruders would have to chase them on foot.
On Diablo, they had the advantage.
Honestly, there was another thing saving them, other than Diablo’s speed.
Poe owned over fifty acres, and some of it was swamp. It was surrounded by trees, and he hoped it would be a sufficient refuge.
