"'Tain't as if it was one of the boys from the Basin," the tantalizing voice behind her said, "but a critter wearin' moccasins! That might mean a redskin."
Penny acted instinctively. She whirled quickly and swung with all the force of her arm. Her gloved hand smacked against the scar on Rangoon's cheek.
Then she burned with embarrassment. Any explanation would be futile. She walked quickly toward her horse.
"Not so fast," Rangoon said sharply, grabbing Penny's arm.
"You let go of my arm, or I'll shoot you."
"The hell yuh will!"
In that instant Penny was ready to kill. All reasoning left her. The hand on her arm brought her fury to white heat. She snatched for her gun, but Rangoon slapped the weapon from her hand.
Rangoon released his grip on her arm, and caught up the reins of her horse. "Jest git yer senses while I tie up yer hoss, an' we'll talk."
Released, the girl made a dive for her gun, which was on the ground. Rangoon saw the motion, and put his foot on the weapon.