Chapter Twelve
Frantic Flight to Yellow Rock
Jacob charged across the crest, his feet beating divots into the dirt. We chased him, bolting down the far side of the rock face toward the creek, the four of us slipping on crumbling stones until we hit level ground and could climb onto our horses. I was sure Seth’s horse would barrel straight up the ridge, but she veered sharply to the left and galloped off in the opposite direction.
Bane had jumped into his truck and was giving chase through the fields. Seth tried desperately to elude him, cutting from the path, weaving in and out of the vines. Bane suddenly skidded to a stop, stumbled out, and smashed his fists against the hood. Then he took off toward the pressing house.
Promise picked up speed. …show more content…
Just as he topped the hill, he managed to reach out and rein in Promise. Twist and I slid off and raced over.
“Are you all right?” I said.
“I’m . . . uh . . . fine,” Seth stammered, swaying in his saddle. “Thanks. I thought I was a goner.”
Jacob puffed up his chest a little. “No problem.”
“Don’t you think Bane’s reaction was a little over-the-top?” I said.
“A little?” Seth hopped to the ground. “Madison the man just had a mouth-frothing …show more content…
“But what was he doing in the pressing house with those men?”
Twist peered at him over his glasses. “Plotting something nefarious.”
“So, like,” I studied my fingernails casually, not wanting to seem too eager to get off the hill before we had to deal with the psycho again, “shouldn’t we ride back to the house and tell Miss McBride about the Stone?”
“You’re overlooking one simple, yet crucial detail,” Twist told me. “We know Bane desperately wants the Stone. So he’ll try to predict our next move. And he wouldn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the first thing we’re going to do is gallop to the house.”
“He’s right,” Jacob said. “As soon as we try to make a break for the estate Bane will stop us.”
“Great and I left my Smartphone at the house, along with my utility belt—right beside the exploding Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and concentrated sleeping gas glove.” Seth fiddled nervously with the newspaper. “What should we do?”
“We need to find a place to hide,” Twist said.
“You guys look for a place, Jacob and I will scope out the terrain.”
We handed them our reins, then tiptoed behind a rocky outcrop, and stared down. At the bottom of the trail, three tough-looking men wrapped in long brown dusters stood guard, their legs spread wide and pistols
Frantic Flight to Yellow Rock
Jacob charged across the crest, his feet beating divots into the dirt. We chased him, bolting down the far side of the rock face toward the creek, the four of us slipping on crumbling stones until we hit level ground and could climb onto our horses. I was sure Seth’s horse would barrel straight up the ridge, but she veered sharply to the left and galloped off in the opposite direction.
Bane had jumped into his truck and was giving chase through the fields. Seth tried desperately to elude him, cutting from the path, weaving in and out of the vines. Bane suddenly skidded to a stop, stumbled out, and smashed his fists against the hood. Then he took off toward the pressing house.
Promise picked up speed. …show more content…
Just as he topped the hill, he managed to reach out and rein in Promise. Twist and I slid off and raced over.
“Are you all right?” I said.
“I’m . . . uh . . . fine,” Seth stammered, swaying in his saddle. “Thanks. I thought I was a goner.”
Jacob puffed up his chest a little. “No problem.”
“Don’t you think Bane’s reaction was a little over-the-top?” I said.
“A little?” Seth hopped to the ground. “Madison the man just had a mouth-frothing …show more content…
“But what was he doing in the pressing house with those men?”
Twist peered at him over his glasses. “Plotting something nefarious.”
“So, like,” I studied my fingernails casually, not wanting to seem too eager to get off the hill before we had to deal with the psycho again, “shouldn’t we ride back to the house and tell Miss McBride about the Stone?”
“You’re overlooking one simple, yet crucial detail,” Twist told me. “We know Bane desperately wants the Stone. So he’ll try to predict our next move. And he wouldn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the first thing we’re going to do is gallop to the house.”
“He’s right,” Jacob said. “As soon as we try to make a break for the estate Bane will stop us.”
“Great and I left my Smartphone at the house, along with my utility belt—right beside the exploding Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and concentrated sleeping gas glove.” Seth fiddled nervously with the newspaper. “What should we do?”
“We need to find a place to hide,” Twist said.
“You guys look for a place, Jacob and I will scope out the terrain.”
We handed them our reins, then tiptoed behind a rocky outcrop, and stared down. At the bottom of the trail, three tough-looking men wrapped in long brown dusters stood guard, their legs spread wide and pistols