She caught his arm. “What are you going to do?”
“Run in on them from cover, wherever I can find it, Nan, and push them back. We’ve got to have those horses.”
“Henry, we can get others from the stable.”
“There may be more men waiting there for us.”
“If we could only get away without a fight!”
“This is Sassoon and his gang, Nan. You heard Pardaloe. These are not your people. I’ve got to drive ’em, or we’re gone, Nan.”
“Then I go with you.”
“No.”
“Yes!” Her tone was unmistakable.
“Nan, you can’t do it,” whispered de Spain energetically. “A chance bullet–––”