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.Even the Earthseemed bigger, more expansive without the cramped and crowded feelhe was used to in the city.Here, he could easily believe that he and Brynley were the onlytwo people on the planet.It was a tempting fantasy he and Brynley all alone with a moral obligation to repopulate theEarth.And no angry werewolf father to object.But in reality, his spermwas dead, and Brynley hated vampires.He was ninety-nine percent positive that she hadspied on him when he d gotten out of the shower, but of course, she d foundhim easy to resist.He took a deep breath.The air was definitely fresher here.No smoky scent of meat grilling atthe local street vendor or stench of trash overflowing from a Dumpster.At first, it seemed deathly quiet.No horns honking, no sirens, no throbbing bass from passingcars.But slowly, he became aware of different sounds.More subtle.Abreeze ruffling the leaves, a twig snapping beneath a paw.The scenery appeared peaceful onthe surface, but danger lurked in the dark depths of the forest.A differentset of predators existed here wolves, bears, mountain lions.But the predator that hadattacked Jason Pritchard was one he knew well a vampire.Just like other predators, a vampire always left a trail.It was their need for blood, and theiroptions were limited.They could order blood from Romatech, raid ablood bank, or drain animals dry.Or if they were Malcontents, they left human victims intheir wake.As Phineas relaxed into the swaying movement of the horse, he congratulated himself.Thiscowboy stuff wasn t so hard after all.Brynley would have to stop callinghim a city boy.Unfortunately, at that moment his horse decided to leave the path and turnright into the forest. What the hell? He sat up. Horse! What are you doing? Brynley glanced back over her shoulder. Where are you going? I don t know. Brynley pulled to a stop. Steer her back onto the path. There s no steering wheel! He looked frantically about as his horse continued to walk intothe forest. How do I put this thing into reverse? Brynley s laughter drifted toward him.Dammit, he couldn t even see her now. She s not a thing.She s a mare, Brynley yelled. You have to let her know you re incharge! I thought I was! Typical female.The mare had only let him think he was in charge. Pull on the reins, Brynley called.She sounded closer, thank God.He pulled hard, and the horse reared up, dumping him onto the ground. Umph. He fellback, hitting his head.Stars danced around the sky. Damn. Are you okay? I think so, he mumbled as she walked past him. I was talking to Molly. She smirked as she grabbed Molly s reins.She rubbed the horse sneck. Poor girl. With a grunt, he hefted himself to his feet.The muscles in his rump and legs twinged withpain. Damn. Come on. Brynley led his horse back to the path, her mouth twitching as she passed himby. Don t forget your hat, city boy. He spotted his hat on the ground, but when he leaned over to pick it up, his muscles objected. Ouch.Damn. He walked slowly and stiffly back to the path.Meanwhile, Brynley had tied a rope from Molly to her gelding. I ll have to lead your horsesince you don t know how to control her. It s not my fault the horse is weird. She chuckled. Do you need help mounting? No.I can mount just fine. He ignored her dubious look, and swung his leg over the horse.His muscles groaned as he settled into the saddle. See? He grimaced,hoping it looked like a smile. Piece of cake. Okay. With a grin, she headed back to her horse, then mounted up.After about half an hour, they arrived at the first campsite.It was bare.No cabins.No pitchedtents.No heartbeats.They dismounted, and he wobbled on legs thatnow felt like rubber.He gritted his teeth, determined not to show any weakness.Brynley chuckled. City boy. Dammit, she knew he was in pain. Country girl. He tipped his cowboy hat as she gatheredthe reins from both horses. Mighty obliged, ma am.I heard that in amovie. She gave him a wry look. Why, land sakes! You re practically a cowboy. He reached inside his coat to remove his pistol from his shoulder holster and winked at her. Pardon me while I whip this out. She rolled her eyes. I ve seen bigger. Darlin , you ain t seen what I m packing. Her mouth twitched. I ve heard all you Vamps shoot blanks. He arched a brow. You want some cowpoke with a quick trigger finger, or a man like mewho can go all night long? I wasn t referring to your finger. Neither was I. Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink. Fancy talk coming from the Love Doctor. She turned totether the horses to a hitching post.He was tempted to tell her the whole Love Doctor act was just that, an act.It had started outas a joke, a way to make ladies laugh.But it seemed to have backfiredon him, because no one wanted to take him seriously.He paced along the camp s perimeter as he surveyed their surroundings. I ll check theboulders over there.Maybe there s a cave. If you find one, make sure there aren t any bears inside, Brynley called after him. Orcougars. Sheesh.What a friendly place.He trod carefully with his pistol ready.The wilderness wasbeautiful, but primitive.He couldn t imagine Queen Corky hiding here.Ifshe was in the area, she d use vampire mind control to land herself some betteraccommodations.A fancy ski lodge, maybe, or a ranch house.He holstered his sidearm and returned to Brynley. There s no one here.And I can t tell ifanyone has been here recently. She nodded. It s part of the leave no trace program.You re not supposed to Shestopped suddenly with a gasp. What? He reached for his gun once again. Look, she whispered, her voice hushed with awe.She pointed at the far side of themeadow. Do you see him? Relief rushed through him and he released the weapon. Yeah, it s a horse. That s not just any horse.It s the wild white stallion.Isn t he beautiful? He looks like a horse. When Brynley gave him an exasperated look, he continued, You veseen him before? I ve only seen him a few times in my life.He just seems to appear out of nowhere likemagic.He s totally wild.No one has ever been able to catch him, and believeme, they ve tried. He sounds cool. She smiled at him, her face radiant in the almost full moon. He is cool.The coolest horse inthe entire world.Even my father couldn t catch him. Behind them, Molly whinnied and tugged at the reins Brynley had looped over the hitchingpost. I think Molly likes him, too, Phineas added with a wry smile.Brynley patted the mare to calm her down. She has excellent taste. Is that why she veered off the path? Did she catch his scent? Maybe. Phineas watched as the stallion reared up, then galloped off into the woods. There he goes. Brynley nodded, still smiling. He roams a wide area.I ve spotted him in Montana a hundredmiles from here.He goes wherever he wants. Completely free, Phineas murmured. Yes. Brynley s smile faded as she untethered the horses. I ve always had this feeling thatif the wild white stallion remained free, then all was right in the world. She shrugged and looked embarrassed. That probably sounds silly to you. No, not at all. He moved closer to her. You figure that as long as he s free, you have achance to be free, too. Her eyes widened. You do understand. She glanced away, her cheeks blushing. Not badfor a city boy. He brushed back a wavy tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail and tucked itbehind her ear. I could understand a lot more if we talked to each otherinstead of sparring. I suppose [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Even the Earthseemed bigger, more expansive without the cramped and crowded feelhe was used to in the city.Here, he could easily believe that he and Brynley were the onlytwo people on the planet.It was a tempting fantasy he and Brynley all alone with a moral obligation to repopulate theEarth.And no angry werewolf father to object.But in reality, his spermwas dead, and Brynley hated vampires.He was ninety-nine percent positive that she hadspied on him when he d gotten out of the shower, but of course, she d foundhim easy to resist.He took a deep breath.The air was definitely fresher here.No smoky scent of meat grilling atthe local street vendor or stench of trash overflowing from a Dumpster.At first, it seemed deathly quiet.No horns honking, no sirens, no throbbing bass from passingcars.But slowly, he became aware of different sounds.More subtle.Abreeze ruffling the leaves, a twig snapping beneath a paw.The scenery appeared peaceful onthe surface, but danger lurked in the dark depths of the forest.A differentset of predators existed here wolves, bears, mountain lions.But the predator that hadattacked Jason Pritchard was one he knew well a vampire.Just like other predators, a vampire always left a trail.It was their need for blood, and theiroptions were limited.They could order blood from Romatech, raid ablood bank, or drain animals dry.Or if they were Malcontents, they left human victims intheir wake.As Phineas relaxed into the swaying movement of the horse, he congratulated himself.Thiscowboy stuff wasn t so hard after all.Brynley would have to stop callinghim a city boy.Unfortunately, at that moment his horse decided to leave the path and turnright into the forest. What the hell? He sat up. Horse! What are you doing? Brynley glanced back over her shoulder. Where are you going? I don t know. Brynley pulled to a stop. Steer her back onto the path. There s no steering wheel! He looked frantically about as his horse continued to walk intothe forest. How do I put this thing into reverse? Brynley s laughter drifted toward him.Dammit, he couldn t even see her now. She s not a thing.She s a mare, Brynley yelled. You have to let her know you re incharge! I thought I was! Typical female.The mare had only let him think he was in charge. Pull on the reins, Brynley called.She sounded closer, thank God.He pulled hard, and the horse reared up, dumping him onto the ground. Umph. He fellback, hitting his head.Stars danced around the sky. Damn. Are you okay? I think so, he mumbled as she walked past him. I was talking to Molly. She smirked as she grabbed Molly s reins.She rubbed the horse sneck. Poor girl. With a grunt, he hefted himself to his feet.The muscles in his rump and legs twinged withpain. Damn. Come on. Brynley led his horse back to the path, her mouth twitching as she passed himby. Don t forget your hat, city boy. He spotted his hat on the ground, but when he leaned over to pick it up, his muscles objected. Ouch.Damn. He walked slowly and stiffly back to the path.Meanwhile, Brynley had tied a rope from Molly to her gelding. I ll have to lead your horsesince you don t know how to control her. It s not my fault the horse is weird. She chuckled. Do you need help mounting? No.I can mount just fine. He ignored her dubious look, and swung his leg over the horse.His muscles groaned as he settled into the saddle. See? He grimaced,hoping it looked like a smile. Piece of cake. Okay. With a grin, she headed back to her horse, then mounted up.After about half an hour, they arrived at the first campsite.It was bare.No cabins.No pitchedtents.No heartbeats.They dismounted, and he wobbled on legs thatnow felt like rubber.He gritted his teeth, determined not to show any weakness.Brynley chuckled. City boy. Dammit, she knew he was in pain. Country girl. He tipped his cowboy hat as she gatheredthe reins from both horses. Mighty obliged, ma am.I heard that in amovie. She gave him a wry look. Why, land sakes! You re practically a cowboy. He reached inside his coat to remove his pistol from his shoulder holster and winked at her. Pardon me while I whip this out. She rolled her eyes. I ve seen bigger. Darlin , you ain t seen what I m packing. Her mouth twitched. I ve heard all you Vamps shoot blanks. He arched a brow. You want some cowpoke with a quick trigger finger, or a man like mewho can go all night long? I wasn t referring to your finger. Neither was I. Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink. Fancy talk coming from the Love Doctor. She turned totether the horses to a hitching post.He was tempted to tell her the whole Love Doctor act was just that, an act.It had started outas a joke, a way to make ladies laugh.But it seemed to have backfiredon him, because no one wanted to take him seriously.He paced along the camp s perimeter as he surveyed their surroundings. I ll check theboulders over there.Maybe there s a cave. If you find one, make sure there aren t any bears inside, Brynley called after him. Orcougars. Sheesh.What a friendly place.He trod carefully with his pistol ready.The wilderness wasbeautiful, but primitive.He couldn t imagine Queen Corky hiding here.Ifshe was in the area, she d use vampire mind control to land herself some betteraccommodations.A fancy ski lodge, maybe, or a ranch house.He holstered his sidearm and returned to Brynley. There s no one here.And I can t tell ifanyone has been here recently. She nodded. It s part of the leave no trace program.You re not supposed to Shestopped suddenly with a gasp. What? He reached for his gun once again. Look, she whispered, her voice hushed with awe.She pointed at the far side of themeadow. Do you see him? Relief rushed through him and he released the weapon. Yeah, it s a horse. That s not just any horse.It s the wild white stallion.Isn t he beautiful? He looks like a horse. When Brynley gave him an exasperated look, he continued, You veseen him before? I ve only seen him a few times in my life.He just seems to appear out of nowhere likemagic.He s totally wild.No one has ever been able to catch him, and believeme, they ve tried. He sounds cool. She smiled at him, her face radiant in the almost full moon. He is cool.The coolest horse inthe entire world.Even my father couldn t catch him. Behind them, Molly whinnied and tugged at the reins Brynley had looped over the hitchingpost. I think Molly likes him, too, Phineas added with a wry smile.Brynley patted the mare to calm her down. She has excellent taste. Is that why she veered off the path? Did she catch his scent? Maybe. Phineas watched as the stallion reared up, then galloped off into the woods. There he goes. Brynley nodded, still smiling. He roams a wide area.I ve spotted him in Montana a hundredmiles from here.He goes wherever he wants. Completely free, Phineas murmured. Yes. Brynley s smile faded as she untethered the horses. I ve always had this feeling thatif the wild white stallion remained free, then all was right in the world. She shrugged and looked embarrassed. That probably sounds silly to you. No, not at all. He moved closer to her. You figure that as long as he s free, you have achance to be free, too. Her eyes widened. You do understand. She glanced away, her cheeks blushing. Not badfor a city boy. He brushed back a wavy tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail and tucked itbehind her ear. I could understand a lot more if we talked to each otherinstead of sparring. I suppose [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]