The black horse thundered across the desert path.<\/p>\n
Dust rose behind them in thick waves.<\/p>\n
The woman held tightly to the cowboy\u2019s coat, still trembling from fear.<\/p>\n
Her breathing hadn\u2019t slowed.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
The canyon stretched endlessly around them\u2014red cliffs, sharp rocks, empty silence broken only by hoofbeats.<\/p>\n
The cowboy glanced back slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hurt?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
She shook her head quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026 just scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before he could answer\u2014<\/p>\n
another sound echoed through the canyon.<\/p>\n
Hoofbeats.<\/p>\n
More than one.<\/p>\n
Behind them.<\/p>\n
Fast.<\/p>\n
The woman turned pale instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found me\u2026\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
The cowboy\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
His grip tightened on the reins.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2014I don\u2019t know,\u201d she stammered. \u201cThree\u2026 maybe four.\u201d<\/p>\n
The horse pushed harder through the rocky trail.<\/p>\n
Wind cutting through the fading sunlight.<\/p>\n
The cowboy looked ahead toward a narrow canyon pass.<\/p>\n
A hidden route.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re not staying out in the open,\u201d he said firmly.<\/p>\n
The woman held tighter.<\/p>\n
Fear returning all over again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you helping me?\u201d she asked quietly.<\/p>\n
For a moment, he didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Then finally\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone should.\u201d<\/p>\n
The horse turned sharply into the narrow canyon.<\/p>\n
Dust exploded around them.<\/p>\n
The sound of chasing hoofbeats growing louder behind.<\/p>\n
But the cowboy never slowed.<\/p>\n
Never looked afraid.<\/p>\n
Only focused.<\/p>\n
Protective.<\/p>\n
And as the sun dipped lower across the desert sky, the woman realized something for the first time since running\u2014<\/p>\n
she wasn\u2019t alone anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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