Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 6)
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Sneak Preview :: Chapter One (Snippet 6)
It was so not like la amo – her love. Why had not he returned? Why had not he sent a horseman to relay news of a successful repulsion of the garrison? Was he wounded? Was he still alive? The Aymaran woman tossed her dark mane and saddled her faithful steed as gory images of a slain warrior of Cochabamba tormented her.
The ride to Quillacollo consumed her from the inside. Who was this outlander who portrayed himself as her ‘man’? Was she to trust the people of Cochabamba? Was she to trust the elders? As the Incan sun began its final descent for the day, the Aymaran woman broke her galloping steed’s pace and trotted up to a tavern that looked garish yet mysterious from the outside.
Tethering the horse, the woman felt a sudden twinge of terror. Where were her people? Suppressing a rising feeling of panic, she convinced herself that perhaps they were all inside the tavern waiting for her. She strode cautiously up the steps of the tavern leading to the entrance and pushed open the heavy half-doors. She took one last look at the setting sun and strode inside the tavern. Instantly, she knew it was a mistake.
It was a trap! The tavern was bereft of human life. A dull glint screamed for her attention from the dark corner directly in front of her. The glint moved forward slowly and stopped. It was a tall swarthy man with sideburns that hid stocky jowls. The glint was from the long blade of the machete that slung casually at the man’s side. The man’s lips were curled in lustful anticipation and made a vulgar noise as he nodded his appreciation. He looked like a conquistador – but was not one from these parts.
Suddenly, the Aymaran woman became aware of other figures which had emerged from the dark unlit corners of the tavern and surrounded her. Something told her that her exit had been already compromised. She turned around slowly, hoping she was wrong. She wasn’t. A man with hairy arms and a musket in hand was blocking the very entrance she had walked through moments ago.
As she turned around again to face her rival, she let out an involuntary gasp and staggered back. The swarthy conquistador was eerily inches from her, breathing down her face and savoring every inch of her body with his lustful eyes.
The Aymaran commander was stockily built for a woman, but proportionately endowed. Her long flowing hair framed her radiant face, her full lips pursed into a defiant lock. As her eyes flashed in rage, her flared nostrils accentuated the heaving movement of her barely visible cleavage. Her shapely but strong thighs twitched as the tension in the air became palpable. Standing with her hands on her ample hips in the center of the tavern, she looked like a lioness surrounded by ravaging beasts.
Then, one beast made the move. The capitán had watched her for long enough. Now, he wanted her. His hate for this serpent of a woman who had tormented the Empire so much was rivaled only by his animal lust for her. She needed to be silenced!
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