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“If you want to stay,” Haynes said to Nash, “you’ll have to hang back behind the camera crew and stay quiet while they’re filming.”
Londyn nodded. “Go.”
Nash hesitated another minute, not liking that she wouldn’t be in sight. He didn’t trust that the crew would look out for her, but he didn’t have a choice. He moved back behind the camera crew and took a stance, ready to race forward should she need him.
Director Haynes ducked into the cabin.
For the next fifteen minutes, he waited. While he waited, he texted Swede, letting him know what had happened and asking him to locate lodging for Miss Tyler-Lovejoy for the night since her trailer had been destroyed. Swede promised to get back to him as soon as he had something.
Voices sounded inside. Haynes emerged, glanced left and right, nodded and yelled, “Action!”
Everyone grew silent as the cameramen focused on the cabin.
Movement sounded from inside the cabin.
Haynes, standing at the edge of the set, motioned toward Craig, who was seated on the black horse. The man dug his heels into the animal’s flanks.
The horse bolted forward at the same time as Londyn burst through the doorway carrying a rifle and wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
“Cut!” Haynes shouted.
Craig yanked back on the reins.
The black horse reared.
Craig slid out of the saddle and landed hard on the ground.
People stood back while the horse reared again, whinnying excitedly.
Londyn stepped forward as the animal came down on all four hooves.
Nash was halfway to her when Londyn snagged the bridle.
The horse reared again, lifting Londyn off the ground as she held on tightly to the leather straps, speaking softly, insistently.
When the beast dropped back down, Londyn kept talking, her voice soothing.
The handler who’d been working with the horse rushed forward, causing the frightened animal to skitter sideways.
“I’ve got this,” Londyn said firmly. “Back off.”
The man stepped backward as members of the crew grabbed Craig off the ground and carried him to safety.
Londyn kept talking to the horse until his nostrils stopped flaring, and he stood still.
She ran her hands over his forehead and along his neck, speaking to him in a soothing tone.
Nash eased up behind her and ran his hand along the opposite side of the horse’s neck. “Want me to take him?”
Londyn shook her head. “No. He’s going to be fine. He just wasn’t ready to stop running when Craig pulled back on the reins.”
“That horse is impossible,” Craig said from the sidelines.
“It’s not the horse,” Londyn whispered. “Is it, Reggie?” she murmured as she scratched behind the animal’s ear.
The horse tossed his head as if in agreement.
“That’s right,” she said softly. “You’re beautiful and not used to working at night with someone who doesn’t know the first thing about handling a creature as magnificent as you.”
