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“That’s not going—”
The sound of the carriage door flying open interrupted him. Logan turned to see Donella leaning out, looking immensely irritated.
“Will you please cease this endless palavering?” she loudly said. “I am freezing in this stupid carriage, and I would prefer to reach our destination by nightfall.”
“You are not helping,” Logan gritted out.
“And you are not getting the job done.” She jumped down and marched up to him. “I feel like I’m in the middle of some idiotic parlay instead of a kidnapping.”
“I’m trying to prevent a blasted kidnappingthrougha blasted parlay.”
She cast a haughty look down the road at their erstwhile abductors, who were now muttering excitedly to each other.
“Since you know who I am,” she called out, “you must also know Lord Riddick will be most displeased by this insult. If you do not move aside, there will be extremely deleterious consequences to your regrettable behavior.”
“Them’s a lot of breakteeth words from such a slip of a lass,” one of the horsemen said.
“Aye,” replied the one wearing the red scarf. “Hard to imagine that she and—”
Their leader smacked Red Scarf in the shoulder. “Shut it, ye boobies.”
His action startled Red Scarf’s horse, which shied into the one next to it. For a few moments, a great deal of cursing and maneuvering ensued while the men brought their animals under control. It would have been a farce but for the fact that the idiots were armed. Logan hauled Donella behind him to shield her, in case one of them accidentally discharged his pistol.
“There’s no need to manhandle me,” she huffed.
“I don’t trust those morons not to shoot someone.”
“No one is shooting anyone. I will handle this.”
He glared at her. “Do you have any idea who they are?”
“No, but they know who I am.” She made a disgusted noise. “The Flower. I always hated that name.”
“Come along now, Miss Donella,” the leader said in a wheedling tone. “We willna hurt ye, but ye have no choice.”
“Absolutely not,” she shouted back, leaning to see around Logan. “My uncle will hunt you down for even attempting such a thing.”
“Yer uncle is a tired old man. And this is Riddick’s fault in the first place. We’re only takin’ what’s been ours all along, from years ago.”
Donella sucked in a breath.
The horses surged forward.
Logan shoved his pistol into his waistband and swept Donella into his arms. He tossed her into the coach and slammed the door, ignoring her protests.
“Donotcome out,” he said.
She glared at him. “I’m not an—”
A boom from the top of the carriage cut her off.
Foster had gotten off a shot, and it looked like he’d winged one of the bastards. Red Scarf was reeling in his saddle, trying to maintain his seat.
Logan yanked his pistol from his waistband and fired at the leader. The man shrieked as his hat flew from his head and he tumbled from his horse.
The two unhurt scoundrels yelled out curses, as they tried to bring their startled horses under control.
When a pistol discharged behind him, Logan wheeled around. Davey had fired but missed the riders to the rear, who were now charging forward. Two of them dismounted and launched themselves at the groom, while the other remained in the saddle to cover his companions. Davey fought like a wildcat, but the bastards knocked him to the ground.
