page_333

< previous page | page_333 | next page >

Page 333

| "Use this. Scald it good over the fire and then get this damn bullet out of my arm." |

| Bianca took the knife, her pulse racing at the thought of plunging it into Stanford's dark heart. But it was just a thought, a deep desire that was to be denied, for he still held her at bay with the loaded pistol. |

| "Just tell me one thing," she dared to ask. "Are Sasha and Ashton harmed?" |

| "Damn it, no, they're not harmed," Stanford said, licking his parched lips. "Now get busy. We've got to get out of here. I don't want to be here when Ashton comes lookin' for me." |

| "Please leave me behind," Bianca begged. "I'll just get in your way if you take me with you." |

| She flinched and her throat went dry when Stanford placed his finger on the trigger of his pistol. "You're goin' wherever I go," he snarled. "I need you to take care of my wound." He laughed, and his eyes took on a evil glint. "Then I'll let you go. I'll leave you in the outback with the others of your own kind. But I doubt if the Aborigines will want you either. You're worthless to anyone. Worthless, do you hear?" |

| Hate spiraled through Bianca. Her grip grew tighter on the handle of the knife. She would not be able to kill Stanford nowbut one day soon she would find the opportunity. She would wait until the time was exactly right. She wanted to watch him squirm, even beg for mercy! |

| Stanford kept a close eye on Bianca as she held the blade of the knife over the flames of the fire. He smiled smugly. He was rid of the men who had |

< previous page | page_333 | next page >