The sound of rolling thunder. I stepped out of Dave’s arms, spotting a cowboy on horseback coming over the hill, the sun shining down on him. “Abbie!” he roared, his call rolling through the swaying blades of grass like a siren’s song. Goosebumps scattered across my skin, stretching over my arms and down my legs. Harmony looked back to Beau and then to me. “If you go now, I can hold him off,” she offered. I jerked, looking at her. “You—you would do that?” Dave took the bag from her. She gave another sad smile, lifting her chin. “Go.”
