“You keep out of it!” snapped the elder Meline. “It is none of your affair.”
Neither of the women spoke. Lucy seemed at the verge of exhaustion, but Wanna looked at them defiantly. Her eyes rested on Jack Meline’s face and she gave a start.
“You here?” she said dully.
“Yes, I’m here,” he replied.
“And you keep your beak out of it,” warned Baldy.
“We don’t need yore help.”
He turned to Wanna and looked her over appraisingly.
“So yo’re Big Medicine’s girl, eh? Not such a bad looker, at that. What we want to know is this”—indicating Gonzales and Torres, with a sweep of his hand—“which one do yuh want?”
Wanna looked wonderingly at the two men, and shook her head.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said slowly.