Her firm jutting breasts, narrow waist, and womanly hips were deceiving; under that luscious exterior, she was all muscle. With her free hand, she’d hiked her petticoat up above her knees and fled like a startled deer. He was setting their pace, true enough, but damned if she wasn’t keeping the pressure on him not to slow down. They dashed into the first alley they came to, then took another. Angry shouts and the sound of musket fire assured him that the soldiers were still in hot pursuit. The trick was to get far enough ahead of the prison guards to hide somewhere until night—no easy thing when a man was yoked to a woman by four feet of iron chain. They couldn’t just blend into the populace; anyone who saw them would know they were escaping felons. A rough-looking fellow on horseback reined in just ahead of them. For an instant, James thought of trying to pull the man out of the saddle and stealing the horse as he had before, but when the man drew a sword, James ducked wide around him and turned down a narrow back street.
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