Lifting
herself up on hind legs, she thrashed the air, angrily. Braise stepped back.
“Hold
on, Urban!” Presley shouted.
He
held the rope tightly, digging his boots in as Braise joined him. The horse was
strong and wasn’t backing down.
“Shoot,
Cheryl.” Urban heard Presley yell followed by a cry out in pain.
Out
of the corner of his eye, he saw the tranquilizer dart sticking out of
Presley’s shoulder as she wobbled, then fell to the ground.
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