Читать книгу The Texas Way - Jan Freed - Страница 3

Tightening her fist in the stallion’s mane, Margaret gathered her muscles into vault position, then gasped.

Cold metal—round, hollow and unmistakably lethal—pressed into her neck. “Don’t listen to her, Twister,” a deep voice drawled from behind. “Takin’ a ride with Maggie here can kill a guy.”

Blood rushed to her face in a sickening wave of guilt. “You,” she whispered.

“Yeah, me. The owner of the land you’re tresspassin’ on.” The pressure on her neck eased, replaced by the sliding caress of a gun barrel. “All grown up now, are you? Let’s take a look. Turn around, Maggie.”

Schooling her features into a cool mask, she turned. “Don’t call me Maggie.”

“Seems to me I can call you any name I want. And right this minute, ‘Maggie’ is the nicest one that comes to mind.”

Nothing had changed, she realized. He would never forget…or forgive.