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

“She’s pretty banged up! I’m going to try to bring her up!”
    “You need help?” Storm called down to him.
    “No. There’s too many rocks on the way up. It’ll be too difficult for two people to carry her. But just wait ‘til you see her!”
    The two brothers glanced at each other, curiosity now peaked. It took about five minutes for Austin to appear with the petite bundle slung over his shoulder and by then the anticipation was eating at them. He never should have teased them about her looks because by the time the man arrived with the woman, they were both tripping over themselves trying to get a look.
    The tall, dark man knelt to the ground and carefully laid the woman down on the dirt, his hand resting behind her head so it wouldn’t jar her any more than her body already was. Straightening up her clothes as not to reveal too much of her delectable body, as they all had been raised with manners, he stood again to face his cousins.
    “I’m going to check the surrounding area,” he said, looking up the path. “Something had her spooked and I don’t think it was just the sound of a gunshot.”
    The brothers nodded in agreement as the man walked up the hill, following the footprints in the dirt. Storm made his way to his horse, pulled out a first aid kit from one of the saddlebags, and returned to the girl, finding Trey feeling under her to see if those loose-fitting shorts had a pocket.
    “No pockets mean no identification,” the younger brother said discouraged, more to himself than his brother. “I wonder who she is.”
    Storm knelt down beside her and opened the plastic kit. Taking out a small square package he tore it open and pulled out the gauze then held it against the bleeding lump on the side of her head. A moan escaped her lips at the action, though she remained unconscious so that told Storm at least she was able to feel it, at least deep in her subconscious mind.
    Trey took in her full lips, though split in several places, along with her slender neck and down to where the excess flesh of her breasts fell out to the sides of the tank top. He wondered what color her eyes were under those long lashes but would have to wait to see when she woke up. He noticed the bruising on her cheeks, and reaching down he moved her head to the left and to the right, concern striking first and then an overwhelming anger that boiled up from deep within him.
    “Hey bro, look at these bruises,” he pointed out. “Looks like the imprint of a fist or two on this cheek and then over here, looks like someone backhanded her.”
    Storm noticed the cuffs and, pulling her arm out from next to her body, held it up so the free end dangled down. Confusion set in. In shock, he let out a confused exclamation. “What the hell?”
    “A prisoner?” Trey asked. “Dressed like this with bruises like that? No wonder she ran.”
    Setting her arm down gently, Storm looked at her lovely face and saw what was beneath the dirt, cuts, and bruising. His blood boiled within him that anyone would treat a lady like this. He thought briefly of the man he had rented the cabin to but knew investigating would need to wait until this woman was settled in at the Circle G and tended to by Doc Anderson and then conscious enough to let them know what had happened to her. It was too much of a coincidence that the cabin was about a mile away from this exact location.
    A twig snapped from behind them and they both stood to attention, reaching for the firearms they kept at their sides until Austin came into view. “Sorry guys. I should have said something.”
    The two brothers squatted again next to the woman, both shaking their heads in disgust. The action wasn’t missed by their cousin.
    “I’m surprised about the handcuffs myself. What else have you found?”
    “She’s still unconscious. We need to get her home and get Doc out as soon as possible,” Storm said. “She’s been beaten. Give me your phone, Trey.”
    Handing over the small