Dead Heat (Alpha and Omega) - Patricia Briggs Page 0,123
motorized vehicles in the place, except for the lawn mowers.
But no one who could ride like that would ever use the word “nag” to describe Hephzibah, at least not until she’d made them kiss dirt a time or ten. Kage had no trouble calling her a nag.
Hephzibah walked out of the stall quietly, her ears up. That was what caught everyone the first time. She looked happy to have someone saddle her up. She was quiet and well mannered until she wasn’t.
The fae grabbed Mackie by a leg and got on the mare. He’d given it a fifty-fifty chance whether the fae would ride out the back of the stables or go through the big arena and out the front. Hephzibah stopped right in front of his hiding place. She lowered her head and snorted at him.
Anyone would know she was telling them that there was an old man hiding behind the door. But the fae jerked Hephzibah’s head up with the bit. The mare didn’t even flick her ears. Yep. This was not going to last long. He wished he had moved Nix over where he could get to him, but there had been too great a chance that it would be Nix the fae grabbed. And on Nix, she might actually have escaped.
Joseph would just have to make sure that he stayed with them. His chance to grab Mackie would come. He’d grab Mackie and run and hope that Charles had had enough time to make it down here.
Charles could be watching them right now, biding his time like Joseph was. He’d believe that. It gave him hope.
The fae rode Hephzibah on past Joseph’s stall and out toward the big arena that lay between them and the front door of the barn. Joseph counted to five after the sound of the mare’s hooves on the hard-packed sand of the aisle gave way to soft thumps in the arena. Then he slipped out of the stall and followed them.
He figured that mare would trot peacefully about halfway down the arena, the better to sucker her rider, and then it would be all over but the crying. About a 30 percent chance she’d decide to stomp the fae, about a 68 percent chance she’d just bolt for the hills, and a 2 percent chance he didn’t want to think about that she’d go after Mackie if the fae dropped her while trying to stay on.
One of the times Hephzibah had dumped Kage, she’d gone after his hat, which had rolled off his head when he hit. She’d chomped down on it, tore three or four times around the ring carrying it in her mouth. Then when she had everyone’s attention, she dropped and trampled it until there wasn’t anything left except a sad bundle of straw. Mostly, though, after she dumped her rider, she either ran for freedom or went after the person who’d had the gall to get on her back in the first place.
Joseph would be ready for either of those.
Charles bolted the rest of the way across the big arena when he heard the fae scream from somewhere in front of him. He thought she said, “Where are you?” but he couldn’t be certain. As soon as he was past the open space, he dropped to the slinking walk he used when he was hunting deer. His body lowered and his fur served to hide some of the movement that might attract the wary eye.
He turned into the corridor that ran between the rows of stalls and immediately quit moving. He found a place in the shadows of a pair of rubber barrels set right at the corner where he could gather the pack magic around and disappear. He saw Ms. Edison striding back into the barn from the big white truck parked in plain view through the big opening at the end of the run of stalls.
Ms. Edison had Mackie slung over her shoulder. The child was as still as a brace of dead ducks, and the fae was hopping mad, snapping her teeth together in a way distinctly inhuman. She paused as she passed a stable.
He could smell Joseph. He was in here somewhere. Was he in the stall?
She growled, “Horses.” Spat on the walkway. Then dumped Mackie on the ground. She fell limply and Charles had a flash of Maggie in a limp mound on the floor of the house. His lips curled to expose his fangs, but he kept the growl silent.