“She’s plumb loony—dangerous, too. I don’t want you to go near her.”
The girl’s eyes flashed. “Very considerate of you. But if you want to protect me from the really dangerous people here, you had better send me home.”
“I tell you they do as I say, every man jack of them. I’d flay one alive if he insulted you.”
“It’s a privilege you don’t sublet then,” she retorted swiftly.
Admiration gleamed through his amusement. “Gad, you’ve got a sharp tongue. I’d pity the man you marry—unless he drove with a tight rein.”
“That’s not what we’re discussing, Mr. MacQueen. Are you going to send me home?”
“Not till you’ve made us a nice long visit, my dear. You’re quite safe here. My men are plumb gentle. They’ll eat out of your hand. They don’t insult ladies. I’ve taught ’em——”
“Pity you couldn’t teach their leader, too.”
He acknowledged the hit. “Come again, dearie. But what’s your complaint? Haven’t I treated you white so far?”
“No. You insulted me grossly when you brought me here by force.”