On horseback, Caliga Hill wasn’t terribly far from the church at Reedy Creek, but on foot was something else entirely. Abigail may have been able to keep up pace beside a horse with how fast she carried herself. The acid that coursed through her veins as she forced every muscle in her body to keep up the momentum could’ve carried her across an …
A One-Time Deal
Chapter 10 of The Ballad of Abigail Lambert
