They had a better chance of getting away and regrouping to figure this out.
Only, he had guilt.
Leaving Rufus behind…
That freaked him out, but it was save him or save Poe…
In that moment, Gamble had to make a choice. He chose to save Poe and himself and hope that Rufus slipped away.
As he got closer, Poe was scared. He heard the gunshots, and heard Diablo charge out of the barn, hauling ass toward him.
Then, he saw Gamble with his hand out.
Apparently, they were riding out on the most dangerous, insane horse to avoid a worst-case scenario.
It was clear they weren’t stopping, so he was going to have to be pulled up onto the stallion mid-gallop.
As they got closer, Poe reached out to him as the horse approached, and Gamble pulled him up and onto the back of the stallion.
They.
Were.
Off.
“What the hell?” Poe asked, as bullets whizzed by them.
Gamble was honest.
“Mercenaries,” he said, staying low.
Together, they were heading toward the trees, and Diablo was fast as fuck.
Honey and King had taken off, startled by the gunshots, and they were heading toward their safe place.
The orchard.
All behind them, the bullets stopped reaching them, and they were out of range.
They weren’t getting shot at nearly as much as they were able to put more space between them.
As they crashed through the thicket, leaving the danger of the open pastures, they were into the dense surroundings, and hidden from the men with guns.
Oh, but they kept racing.
Then, and only then, did Gamble stop Diablo.
“Get in front of me,” he said to Poe, not wanting him to be his shield. They had to be after him, and if someone was going to get shot, it was him.
Gamble used his thigh muscles to hold on as Poe climbed over him to sit in front of him.
If they weren’t in danger, Gamble would have enjoyed this. Now, he was just worried.
“I’m good,” Poe said, as Gamble wrapped his arm around the man in front of him, holding onto Poe, and Diablo’s silky black mane.
He needed to think, and fast.
“Where is the furthest part of the property that you own?” he asked.