“God damn you!” he bit out savagely, his glittering eyes alive with rage. “That horse you just killed had more courage and more loyalty than most men! He had so damned much of both that he let you send him to his death.” Sorrow and terror were etched on Jenny’s pale face, but they had no softening effect on her captor, who tightened his painful grip on her hair, forcing her head further back, “He knew there was nothing but thin air beyond that tree, and he warned you, and then he let you send him to his death!”
