Chapter Three
“Why ain’t she purdy today?” Eldon Tremaine pranced his horse around her, making it impossible for Hannah to walk down the street. His half-brother Deacon did the same, until she was the swirling center of snorting horse flesh and half-drunk youths.
“Please, let me pass!” she implored as her frustration grew.
“No, missus, not this time. I got my orders,” Eldon flashed her a snarling grin.
“Orders?” she stared up at their circling forms, looking for a way out without risking life and limb.
“You’re coming with us, fancy ma’am. Mr. Cain wants to see you.”
She looked at him alarmed. “Why would he want to see me?” Again, she circled in place as she stared into Eldon Tremaine’s face. He’d been the one to approach her in Somersby’s store, and a fresh stab of feral energy br
