A few more arrows came our way, but that was the only one that did any real damage. We were moving relatively slowly, so I was not hurt when I jumped ...rom my horse. The horse fell on his left side, so I had no trouble in pulling out my Winchester, though my Remington was out of action under the horse's body.We had been caught in a slight depression between two sand hills, so we could not see the attackers. They were on the back side of a hill and out of sight, though we knew where they had. He quickly removed his gray outer layer of clothing only to reveal the same color underneath. He wrapped the cloak around me and I immediately felt heavier. It was dry and intensely warm, something all my outsides didn’t complain about. My knees felt like jelly, under the additional weight, threatening to buckle at any moment. I felt the pressure of his arms around me again, holding me up. I gave in, resting against his broad chest and trying not to think. He pressed his cheek against the top. Saddle making came to a halt too, since Delia, Bunta, Morta, and Theba were insistent on learning how my mates cooked. The more cooks the merrier was my credo and I was happy to see it happening.The way Zakkon and Mendal admired my mate's attire brought a smile to my face too. Catla let the men talk her into helping their mates with some like it. She even promised to start tomorrow, but explained I'd have to come back to help them get the fit correct. She claimed it was something none of them. "Richie saw the pleading look in his mother's eyes, but Jason's words sounded in his head. You did it for personal gratification. I did it for a greater good.Richie frowned and realized what he hated most about what was happening to Jason. He had lost his moral compass. He had to make these decisions on his own and live with them."Yeah, fine, I'll take care of it," Richie said in a lackluster voice as he headed away.No sooner had he stepped on the stairs when he heard moaning and panting from.