““Loretta’s gaze shifted to the child he held. Running forward with upraised arms, she cried, “Amy! Oh, Amy! He found you! Thanks be to God!” Hunter wasn’t sure exactly what he had been expecting from Loretta when he delivered the child to her. Gratitude, surely. He had ridden nonstop for twelve days. And now she ignored him as if he weren’t there? Her God had not fought the bloody battle with Santos; Hunter had. Hunter knew it was bad of him, but he was glad when Amy clung to his waist and hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder. At least she knew who had brought her here.””
