“I meant to save you, at any rate.”
“I will not go with you. Unhand me.” She struggled in his arms.
“Don’t be foolish, May!” he said. “What would you do?”
“Let me have one of the horses, and I’ll return to the fort.”
“Alone? In the darkness?”
“Yes. Give me one of the horses.”
“No.”
“Then, I’ll walk.”
He held her tight, and her struggles were useless. But she was making trouble, for the horse was growing restive.
“Stop it!” he commanded.