He spun her and clamped a large hand over her mouth before she drew a breath to scream. "Make a sound, senorita, and the little boy dies."

Her heart dropped to her feet, and a cold sweat beaded over her lip. She recognized that voice-it was the man from the ranch, the one who drilled her with his eyes and made her skin crawl with the intensity of his gaze.

Espada.

She didn't know his purpose in ambushing her, but she knew, without a doubt, he ...