“No.”
“And you left him alone, wounded as he was.”
“We fixed up his wound,” lied MacQueen.
“Was it very bad?”
“A scratch. I had to do it.”
“You needn’t apologize to me.”
“I’m not apologizing, you little wild-cat.”
“What do you want with me? Why did you send for me?”
“We’re going to Mesa to see a parson. But before we start there’s some business to fix up. Mr. West and I will need your help to fix up the negotiations for his release.”
“My help!” She looked at him in surprise. “How can I help?”