But she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit that to Owen.
“Feel free to walk a bit and stretch your legs. We’ve still got a long ways to go,” Owen said, turning to tend his horse. He seemed to ignore her as he adjusted some straps on the saddle.
It was nice to walk, but it was also good to have some distance from Owen. Especially because the longer she had to think about the situation with James, and saw how Owen was acting, the more she realized that Owen was probably right. It wasn’t like Owen to overreact, so for him to be this concerned...
But it felt almost like she was giving up all her hard-won strength to admit that she was afraid.
Being with this new version of Owen, it seemed like she was losing herself again to another man who didn’t give a whit what was important to her. If it meant staying safe, he’d get her cooperation. But this time, he wouldn’t get her heart.
“Drag your feet a little as you head back,” Owen said.
Laura nodded and did as he asked her. It wasn’t such a big deal to follow his instructions, and in hindsight, she probably had been a little too stubborn. But it was hard, after spending so many years doing everything everyone else pulled her to do without question, then finding a way to be strong and herself. Now, she questioned everything, and it was weird to fall back into that old pattern. Especially because it seemed only to corroborate Owen’s belief that Laura was so easily moldable. Though his opinion shouldn’t matter so much to her, what she wanted most was for him to see her as the strong woman she’d become. The strong woman he’d helped make her. Maybe it was foolish to care so much about what Owen thought, but she did.
Owen didn’t look at her when she approached. “Let’s get going. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time to do it in. I did what I could to cover up our tracks and lay a false trail, and I’m hoping it’s enough.”
He was hiding something, Laura was sure of it. He might not be forthcoming with information such as where they were going, but she would find out all of the information about James and his escape. She might have been willing to let others take care of everything in the past, but not anymore. Laura Booth was in charge of her own future, and she would be a part of whatever it took to save her life.
* * *
Owen wished he had something better to share with Laura. However, his time protecting her before had told him that as much as she said she could handle information, she was too easily scared to do it well. It seemed like at every piece of negative information about James—what he was doing, what he was capable of and any time he threatened to kill her—Laura had turned into a cowering shell of a woman. She’d been afraid of her own shadow. Yes, he taught her how to shoot a gun. But did he trust that in a moment of danger, she would use it? Absolutely not.
He breathed in the scent of her. Fresh, like a spring day. It almost masked the smell of leather on sweaty horse. Riding on the same horse, with her behind him, Owen was almost too aware of her femininity. Laura Booth was a beautiful woman. Even now, riding hard to avoid detection, it was difficult to forget. But forget he must. Owen had a job to do, and he couldn’t let a pretty face distract him.
“It seems as though we’re riding closer to town,” Laura said.
“We are, in a way. I wanted them to think we’re headed in a different direction. But once we get to the river, we’ll turn and head the right way.”
“You’re going to an awful lot of trouble.”
Owen sighed. She just couldn’t let it rest. “I told you—you’re in real danger.”
It had been a risk, going the way they’d gone and then backtracking, but the trail Owen had laid would keep pursuers from guessing his real intentions. As they drew near the cutoff that would take him to the river, Owen slowed Troy’s pace.
“Now be quiet,” he told her, lowering his voice. “Though it’s not likely, we could potentially run into other people here. I don’t want anyone to overhear us. Please, if you want to live, you’ve got to cooperate.”
He could feel her bristle at his words. The trouble with being in such close quarters was that it was difficult to hide one’s true emotions. Owen supposed that after all those years of being pushed around by James, and now knowing the freedom of making her own decisions, it was probably difficult to have to obey someone again. But the situation was different. According to their sources at the prison, James had told the guard who lived to give Laura the message that she was next.
But Owen couldn’t bring himself to tell her that.
The graphic details of James’s threat had made Owen sick to his stomach. Laura used to have nightmares about all the times James had threatened to kill her. She’d wake up screaming and thrashing so loud that it would take a long time to calm her. It seemed like Laura was finally getting settled in her new life, feeling comfortable and safe. How could Owen take that away from her?
True, it was James’s doing, but somehow by telling Laura, it made Owen complicit in the damage.
They made their way through the area Owen feared might be occupied. He stayed among scraggly trees, particularly as they drew closer to the water. There was no sign of people, but that could be misleading because if someone who didn’t want to be found had heard them coming, that person would be in hiding. Owen scanned the area, looking for signs that anyone had been here recently. He found none.
He brought the horse to a stop in a protected area that he’d often used in the past.
“We can rest here for a few minutes if you like,” he told Laura, his voice thicker than he’d intended. “I need to make a few adjustments to the horse. The bushes over yonder are a good place for privacy.”
Owen indicated a place his sister often used when they came through.
“I thought we were in a hurry. Why are we stopping again?”
The woman was going to be the death of him. Hadn’t he just told her why they were stopping? It was going to feel like a very long time in hiding if Laura kept questioning everything he said and did. Hopefully, Will and his crew would apprehend James soon. Much more of this and Owen might find himself going crazy.
“I’ve got some things I need to do. Part of the plan to mislead the trackers.”
He dismounted, then helped Laura off the horse. Ignoring her still-questioning gaze, Owen began removing the cloth he’d placed around his horse’s hooves. While he was working on the front hooves, Owen used his knife to remove the excess metal around the sides of the horseshoes. If anyone picked up his tracks here, they would assume it was a different horse because the prints wouldn’t match.
Yes, this was costing them precious time, at least in the short run. But hopefully, it would send James and his men on a wild goose chase, searching for Laura in all the wrong places.
When Owen got to the back hooves, Laura knelt beside him. “Can I help?”
Some of the irritation he’d been feeling washed away. One of the things he’d liked about Laura was that she always wanted to help. There were some women he’d had to protect who expected him to wait on them hand and foot. Not Laura. She’d done what she could herself and asked him to teach her the things she couldn’t.
“Thanks, but
