Voices Deep Inside (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Traveling in the Fog

At the intersection, before Mick turned towards the Henderson Estate, he stopped the carriage to listen for approaching travelers. The silence of the fog signaled to him to make the corner. He drove forward into the fog for about a mile before four riders stopped them.

The men dismounted with their pistols drawn. Mick immediately recognized Timothy Huntley and Squire Brown.

"Top of the morning, Mick," greeted Squire Brown.

"What do you want?" asked Mick. "If it is me you want, fine. Just leave the ladies alone."

"Climb down from there and walk to the rear of the carriage," said Timothy. "And no one will get hurt."

Mick climbed down and then helped Myrna down from the carriage. They walked to the back of the carriage.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Gerald as he opened the carriage door.

Squire Brown held a pistol to his face and said, "Master Timothy will be right with you."

"We didn't have time to give you a proper goodbye, Mick," said Squire Brown. "You left so quickly that night. I hate to miss an opportunity to say goodbye. Say goodbye, boys."

The two henchmen and Squire Brown punched Mick repeatedly until he collapsed to his knees. By now, Myrna was kicking and hitting the two henchmen for all she was worth.

Then Squire Brown climbed into the driver's seat on the carriage, and Timothy opened the door to the carriage.

"Hello, Uncle Gerald. Aunt Geneva," said Timothy. "Slight change of plans."

Timothy climbed into the carriage with his pistol drawn, and Squire Brown drove the team of horses forward into the fog.

With one last kick and shove to Myrna, the taller man pushed her to the ground, causing her to tumble into the ditch. In her mind, she wished she would have taken the lessons in fighting that Mick tried to teach her seriously.

The shorter man wrapped a rope around Mick's hands and feet. Then, the two men mounted their horses and trailed the other two horses into the fog, leaving Mick laying in the middle of the road.

She climbed out of the ditch, wet, dirty and hopping mad. Myrna took out her handkerchief and put some snow in it. As the snow melted in her handkerchief, she wiped the blood and dirt from Mick's face. She tried untying the rope, but to no avail.

Mick sat up in anger and shame. He wasn't able to defend himself in front of Myrna. He lost the carriage, the horses, the luggage and the Huntley's.

"Mick, are you all right?"

"No, I'm not. I couldn't even defend myself against those hooligans."

"Mick, it was three against one. I thought you were very brave."

He looked at her with her messed up curly hair and the dirt on her cloak. He knew that she had fought back to protect him.

"Reach for my knife in my boot and let's cut these ropes loose."

When the ropes fell off, Myrna helped him to his feet.

He threw his arms around her and held her tight.

"Come on, Myrna. Let's go after them and get our property back. We need to rescue Lord and Lady Huntley before it is too late."

Mick took her hand, and they ran into the fog, knowing the Henderson Estate was just ahead on the same road.