Two of Balquhain’s henchmen rode after him, but the priest’s companions turned to fight.
“Let be!” Balquhain shouted. “There’s few enough with that courage.”
Tylara reined up alongside Rick. “My husband. I have come.”
Rick drew a deep breath. “So I see. What kept you?” He stood in his stirrups to look around the battlefield. The last of the enemy were riding away to his left. Behind him MacAllister was getting to his feet beside his fallen horse. “But just in time. Well come.” Rick sheathed his sword and drew the Colt. “Do you have any ammunition?”
“Why—yes.”
“Then why the hell didn’t you use it instead of that goddamn axe?” He leaned closer and touched her hair. “And for Christ’s sake, you’re not even wearing a helmet!”
She gripped his hand and held it against her cheek. “Forgive me, my lord. My husband. I did not think—”
“Yeah. Neither one of us has done much thinking for a while.” He squeezed her hand and let go, then leaned back and whacked her horse on the rump. “Race you back to Ganton’s tent!”
She steadied her mount and grinned back at him. They spurred their horses and galloped together into the storm.
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