Raoul spurred his own horse to keep pace with her. "Take time to consider."
"The answer will always be no."
White-hot anger exploded within him. His fists clenched on Banner's reins.
"You'll end up an old maid schoolmarm!" he shouted. "You'll never know what it is to have a man between your legs."
Her face went white. He had hurt her, and that made him feel better.
He kicked his heels hard into Banner's sides and the stallion uttered an angry whicker and broke into a gallop, leaving Nancy Hale and her buggy enveloped in dust.
He wished the country around here weren't so damned open. If he could have dragged her out of that buggy and into the woods, given her a taste of the real thing, she'd have changed her mind about him.
Is she still pining for the mongrel?
Well, he thought, as the gray log walls of the trading post came into sight around a bend in the ridge road, he would carry her answer to the war. And the Indians would suffer the more for it.