Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

up, she kept the gun trained on his chest as she inched toward the door. When her back hit it, she used one hand to open it while the other remained on the trigger, not taking any chances of turning her head away from him. She back stepped onto the porch and that was when Philip took the opportunity for an attack.
    He lunged for the door as it began to slowly close, thinking she was already running, but she heard him and pulled the trigger. A groan escaped his lips and she knew she had hit him. Turning, she began to run down the path through the thick trees blindly, not knowing where she was going.
    Fearing for her life even more at this point since she had shot him, she ran faster, her hair flying around her face, the gun still in her hand in case she still needed it. Weaving in and out of the trees she could hear his grunting behind her, and she turned once to see where he was and found he was faltering on the path so she picked up her pace.
    She didn’t know how long she ran but she began to get winded and a sharp pain developed in her abdomen. Sweat ran off of her body and trickled down her face from her hair. The higher elevation did nothing to relieve her breathing and she began to get dizzy. The lower branches of trees and the bushes scratched at her exposed flesh as dirt began to stick to the sweat. Between the sweat and the dizziness, she didn’t realize she had wandered off the path, and when she felt no ground beneath her foot at her next step, she knew she was going to fall, though how far she didn’t know.
    A scream escaped her lips as she tumbled down the embankment to the dry streambed below, hitting rock after rock and bushes along the way. Her head struck a boulder and everything went black.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Did you hear that?” Austin asked as the gunshot still seemed to echo through the forest.
    “Yeah,” Trey said, chirruping his horse to speed up. “Poachers?”
    Storm’s mouth thinned at the thought of someone poaching on their land, and he followed his brother and cousin up the mountain trail in search of whoever had a gun on their property. He had rented out the cabin on a moment’s notice, and he hoped that he wasn’t going to have problems with the man who had paid him in cash.
    They were about a mile and a half from the cabin so hopefully they would have their answer soon. After moving quickly for about half an hour, a woman’s scream echoed through the small canyon, causing the men to halt their horses.
    “Doesn’t sound like too far away,” Austin said then prodded on. “Let’s go.”
    Picking up the pace again, they found the footprints of someone heading down the trail, dodging in and out of the tree line. Odd. Austin backtracked a bit and found where the tracks led off a bit from the trail and then where they disappeared over the side of the embankment.
    “Over here! Looks like someone took a tumble!” he shouted back to the boys.
    In a flash he was off his black and white appaloosa and heading down the hill. Trey and Storm slid from their horses when they came up next to their cousin’s and both peered over the side and watched the man jumping from rock to rock. At the bottom he stopped, abruptly staring at the ground, and said, “Ah, shit!”
    Bending down, he felt the neck of the woman he found beaten and battered by the forest that she had run through. Feeling the telltale sign of life beneath his fingers, he moved her head slightly and found the lump, along with some blood behind the right ear. Her tank had become skewed during her tumble, and her right breast was exposed, showing the head of a green-and-yellow dragon near her nipple as if it were going to bite it. The dragon’s body disappeared under the material and guilt struck at him at the thought that he wanted to know how far it went.
    Feeling her limbs he found them to be intact and also came across the handcuffs still attached to her right wrist, so looking up at the top of the embankment he called out,