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up the side of the ravine. She saw that the ugly one had one of the other women down on the ground. Her scream had been silenced by the large, filthy hand that gripped her face. She lay motionless as he ripped at her skirt with the other and positioned himself between her legs.
    â€œOld enough to be your mother, ya randy git!”
    â€œI think this is his mother!”
    â€œNah, I’ve had her. She ain’t this fine.”
    The men’s raucous laughter echoed down the empty road.
    Without thinking, Sarah charged. She felt Angie’s fingers gripping at her from behind, but she shook her off and sprinted across the road.
    By the time she reached the two on the ground, the oaf had obviously removed all obstacles to his goal as his naked backside was pumping vigorously. Before Sarah could reach him, an arm whipped out and pulled her off her feet and swung her away from them. When Aidan set her on her feet, he backhanded her full force into the side of the cart. Sarah’s head cracked against the wagon and all light and sound snapped out as she slumped to the ground.
    When she awoke, her hands were bound again and the cart was once more moving. Either it was dark out or the tarp was covering them with no gap, and Sarah could barely make out the forms of the other three women with her. She ran her tongue over her teeth and found at least three loose ones. Her head ached badly and her arm felt on fire. That must have happened when they’d reloaded her unconscious body back into the cart, she thought.
    â€œYou awake, Sarah?”
    Sarah turned to see Angie’s anxious face next to her. “You scared the shit out of me,. Why did you do that? That was crazy.”
    Sarah’s eyes tried to adjust to the dark and see the woman who’d been raped. She sat where she had before, holding the younger woman and staring where the opening in the tarp had been, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the scenery.
    Sarah looked back at Angie and closed her eyes. She was definitely seeing double, so she guessed she probably had a concussion.
    â€œYou gotta stop that shit, Sarah. They are gonna bloody do what they’re gonna do. Just let ‘em!”
    Sarah opened her eyes and saw that Angie looked genuinely distressed.
    â€œTrust me, they’ll do all of us before we get where we’re going. You want to live to escape, you gotta pick your battles.”
    Sarah knew she was right. She had been foolish this afternoon, with no plan or weapon beyond her horror and anger.
    If I get killed, I’ll never see John again.
    As if reading her mind, Angie reached out to touch Sarah’s hand and Sarah saw that she was tied again, too. “You really don’t have any family?”
    Sarah took a long withering breath and willed the emotion to stay in check. Her voice was a whisper. “A son.”
    â€œIs he young? Young enough to need his Mum?”
    Sarah looked at Angie and forced the tears not to come. “He doesn’t think so,” she said, and tried to smile.
    â€œSo see? You gotta stay in one piece, however you need to do that, for his sake.”
    Sarah nodded and then shifted against the cart. Some of them must be asleep, she thought. Normally she could hear voices from the front. Two on the cart front and one—Gareth, she thought they’d called him—riding point on a green gelding.
    â€œHow about you?” Sarah asked.
    Angie’s face relaxed but she shook her head. “Not yet,” she said. “But I aim to live long enough to do it some day.” She shrugged. “I got a boyfriend.”
    Sarah looked away and felt the terrible agony of the day close around her like a vice she couldn’t escape from. She wasn’t even sure it was her voice that spoke, but it must have been. “I had a husband. A good man. A loving father. My dearest friend…” She put her hands to her face and a terrible keening wail came from deep inside her. She