“Get out of that saddle at once. I won’t have you killed, even if you want it. If you’re not on the ground before I count ten I’ll—do—it—again!”
He seized her nearest hand. “One!”
She stared down at him haughtily, the colour flooding her face and her eyes darkening.
“Two!
“Three!
“Four!”
“Let go of my hand, please,” she said angrily but in low tones.
“Five!
“Six!”