Then thundering hoofbeats as two of his horses tore across the open field, heading for the edge of the property. Frowning, Cal saw the horse Abby had been riding tied to the tree, another horse partway in the water about ten yards away from her. And Abby doing her best to get to the bank. “Oh, no.” She’d be a candidate for serious hypothermia if he didn’t get her out of there fast. “Abby!” The river was deeper than it looked in some places. Looked like she’d found that out the hard way. The dangerous way. Déjà vu flittered across his mind as he raced toward her. Fear for her choked him even as he thought he might have to keep her under lock and key to make sure she stayed out of danger. He rode his horse straight into the shallow part of the river, his mount’s hooves crunching through the frozen ice. Cal pulled the stallion to a halt at the edge.
