She moved closer to the door and stretched her hand out toward Tynan. “Come on,” she yelled. “Come on.”
Ty yelled something back to her but the blood was pounding so hard in her ears that she didn’t understand what he was saying.
“You’ll never get out of jail,” she screamed at him.
It was then that one of the bullets hit Ty in the leg. He faltered and she thought he was going to fall but he kept on coming.
Chris made a dive through the merchandise, one box that was sliding across the space hit her hard in the side, but she continued until she reached the front and stuck her head out to Asher and bellowed for him to slow down, that Tynan had been shot and couldn’t run.
Then she went back to the rear of the wagon to put her hand out to Ty. Asher couldn’t slow down much or Dysan’s men would catch them.
Tynan reached the wagon and Chris’s hand just as the dogs reached Ty’s heels. She helped to pull him into the wagon as Ty yelled to Asher to get the hell out of there. Ty had to shake one dog off his ankle even as the wagon bounded forward, leaving Dysan’s men standing where they were.
Immediately, Chris started examining the gunshot wound on Ty’s right thigh.
“Do you know if Prescott has horses ready?” he shouted to her over the noise of the wagon.
“I don’t know anything. Ty, you’re bleeding a lot.”
“There’s a place we can go. How is Pilar? Is she still on top?”
“Yes and I haven’t heard a sound from her since the first shot.”
Tynan frowned. “Have you got something to tie around this to stop the bleeding? It’ll take us a good four hours to get where we can rest.”
“Yes, of course I can, but, Ty, you need a doctor.”
“About three of Dysan’s men need an undertaker. Why did you come back? Why didn’t you get out of here while you could?”
“We came back to save your ungrateful hide,” she said as she tore off a long strip of her petticoat and began to bind his leg.
She’d barely finished tying his wound when Asher brought them to a halt that nearly sent Chris and Ty flying out the back door. Within seconds, Ash was at the back door.
“I have horses waiting. Pilar said there was an old man you knew who had a camp near here and you could lead us to him.”
“How is she?” Ty asked.
Asher climbed to the top of the wagon and after a long, long moment of suspense, yelled down that she had been shot.
Ty, his wounded leg stiff in front of him, maneuvered himself out of the wagon. “How bad?” he asked quietly as he stood on the ground.
“She’s alive but she’s bleeding a great deal.”
Chris was already climbing the little ladder that was attached to the side of the wagon and making her way up to Pilar. She gasped when she saw the woman. Pilar looked to be laying in a pool of blood, and her face was completely white.
“Ty,” Chris called down, “she’s wounded in her shoulder and she’s unconscious. Her heartbeat is strong but she’s weak. Can you help us get her down?”
“Yes,” he said impatiently.
Chris worked as quickly as she could, wadding cloth against the wound and trying to tie it, but the location made a tourniquet impossible. The thud Chris heard on the roof must have been Pilar falling after she’d been shot. The guards had taken aim at the easiest target: the woman on the top of the wagon.
“We’ll get her down to Ty,” Chris said to Asher when she had Pilar taken care of as best she could. “Help him all you can as he’s wounded too,” she whispered.
Ty caught Pilar and held her then began walking with her to the waiting horses, the blood seeping from his leg, his forehead covered with sweat.
“Give her to me,” Asher s
aid, taking Pilar in his arms. “You lead.”