“I reckon not just yet. It’s my say-so.”
“Don’t you dare stop me.”
The passion in him warred with prudence. He temporized. “Why, honey! I’m the man that loves you.”
She would not see his outstretched hands.
“Then saddle my horse.”
“By God, no! You’re going to listen to me.”
His anger ripped out unexpectedly, even to him. Whatever fear she felt, the girl crushed down. He must not know her heart was drowned in terror.
“I’ll listen after we’ve started.”
He cursed her fickleness. “What’s ailin’ you, girl? I ain’t a man to be put off this way.”
“Don’t forget you’re in Arizona,” she warned.