Marah Ellis Ryan

Miss Moccasins Marah Ellis Ryan

Excerpt: At the first streak of dawn she crept down the great stairway and out to the stables where a sleepy groom stared at her as at a ghost. But some whispered directions and a coin tied his tongue and made his fingers nimble, and a few minutes later he watched the Senorita walk her horse silently over the grass where horses were not allowed to step. Before she had reached the gate the drifting fogs of dawn had swallowed her from sight. At the gate of the Mission stable she saw a horse held, saddled! It was El Diablo and her heart crept into her throat, choking her. She was barely in time then! But how-how could she speak ? What could she say with that mad thumping of heart and brain