Hoshor Plains gift vid första ögonkastet

PP with permission

Some sense of horror hit Beau when the mountain lion toppled the old lady over, mauling her in front of his own two eyes. It manifested itself in a burst of speed, Beau nearly running straight in the lion's ass end before he had the sense to bite it.

What happened after, he wouldn't be able to entirely recall. Disa had caught up, they fought off the mountain lion together, she got the worst of it. His breath had been heavy, his claws sharp, and maybe the mountain lion's were sharper.

To him it felt like the blur before he came to on the cattle farm. Except this time there was no bullet wound, only Disa with a horrifically torn up leg and a claw mark across her face. That was what he remembered before everything meshed together again, and suddenly both women were gone. He knew they had been taken somewhere, he knew he had refused to go. He was afraid to see what would happen.

Beau was alone, and with a torn back to show for what had happened.