“All right,” grunted Rawls. “See yuh later.”
While Butch wondered where Cultus was taking her, Della was wondering the same. The pain had eased up a little now, and with the going of the pain came curiosity.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“Where you’ll be safe—the JK ranch.”
“Kelton’s ranch?”
“Shore.”
“I’ll not go, I tell you!”
“Well, I’m goin’ out there, and if I’m any judge of ankles, you ain’t in no shape to get out and walk.”
“But, my God, I don’t want to go out there, Collins! Don’t you realise anything?”
“They won’t bite yuh.”