only half-conscious. When he was finished, Jacob hauled Leroy to his feet.
“That way,” Serenity said, gesturing east. She followed Jacob as he carried Leroy past the huddled, frightened horses along and out of the arroyo. Jacob rolled Leroy off his shoulders and waited until Zora drove the gang’s horses up behind them. She led one of them to Jacob.
“Put him up,” Serenity said.
Leroy groaned as Jacob heaved him into the saddle. Serenity threw Jacob a length of rope. He tied Leroy’s hands to the saddle horn and his feet into the stirrups. Zora set off for the rocks where Jacob had left his own horse and brought the gelding back, along with Serenity’s mount and two other horses he assumed were hers and Bonnie’s. Then she went back into the arroyo. She returned with Bonnie cradled in her arms. Serenity slumped, her head bowed in inconsolable misery.
Jacob knew that if he planned to make an escape and take Leroy with him, this was the time. Zora couldn’t come after him now, and Serenity was too lost in her grief to stop him. She probably couldn’t hit him with a bullet even if she were standing right next to him.
But Jacob couldn’t seem to move. Zora gently laid Bonnie on the ground, rising swiftly to face Jacob again as she cut a length of rope from the coil tied to her saddle. Her intention was obvious. Jacob held his hands out before him, and Zora began to bind his wrists. She knew he could snap the ropes if he set his mind to it, but she wasn’t going to make it easy.
Averting her eyes, Serenity moved to unbuckle the cinches from two of the outlaws’ horses, then swung the saddles over the bare backs of her mount and Jacob’s. When she was finished securing the tack, she stepped back and looked from Bonnie to Jacob. He knew she was wondering how to get Bonnie back to the house when she and Zora needed their hands free to keep him and Leroy under guard.
The words came out of his mouth before he had time to think.
“I’ll take her,” he said.
Zora’s eyes narrowed.
Serenity released a ragged breath.
“Why should I trust you?” she asked. “Maybe you only want us to untie your hands. You could…you could use Bonnie to make us let you go.”
Her accusation was more painful to Jacob than any wound he’d suffered since Leroy’s gang had ambushed him. “I wouldn’t do that, Miss Campbell,” he said stiffly. “I would never desecrate the dead that way, least of all Miss Maguire.”
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