Within ten minutes, Colin, Bryce, Ralston and fifteen MacKenzies, including Cyrus and Fraser, rode along the river, their horses galloping. He'd asked Shamus to inform Neacal and Anna were they were heading.
Colin prayed Holme knew about the waterfall and got Kristina to safety before they reached the dangerous area of the river. Still, he would not be able to breathe easily until he laid eyes on Kristina and knew she was unhurt.
He now regretted many of the things he'd said to her the night before. She'd left the room in tears after she'd told him she loved him. How could he be so daft as to let her walk away? He wanted to kick his own arse. She had apologized for all the pain she'd caused him. It had been difficult for him to forgive her, but if he'd known this was going to happen, he would've forgiven her a lot sooner.
If he'd gone to her room and spent the night with her, Holme would've never gotten his paws on her this morn. She would've never been in danger. This was his fault, just as everything else was.
When they reached the area of the river just before the falls, his mood plummeted further, for no boat waited on shore. If they had disembarked here, where was the boat?
Colin dismounted, along with several of the other men. A sinking feeling settled into his gut. His legs felt leaden, for he feared what he would see.
Fraser ran to the cliff's edge where the water plunged over the falls in a loud roar. He turned back toward them, his face ashen. "There's a boat smashed on the rocks below!" he yelled.
