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“Shit!” She rolled away as a bullet kicked up a dust cloud

A wo olderbreeches calmed her horse

Nik narrowed his eyes at the assassin on the hill Gone Go after him or protect the woman? He turned to join her She sat Her helmet off, she flipped her brown braid over her shoulder She had been the assassin’s target, Emma York, Ms H Code nauise

The woman helped her up “Are you hurt?”

Elared at Nik “I’m okay He just spooked”

The British woman shook her head “I’ve never seen him spook, ever”

“He rarely spooks, but when he does it’s major,” explained Emma

The older et back on”

The British woman nodded and left

Nik frowned “It’s not safe to ride

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E “Keep an eye out, I won’t be more than fifteen minutes”

Before he could protest about the possibility of her suffering froht return to finish the job, she alloped around the arena Once calm, she repeated the earlier routine

“And who are you?” asked the man

“A friend”