“That’s frank. It’s worth something to have so decent an enemy. I don’t believe you would shoot me in the back.”
“Some of the others would. You should be more careful,” she cried before she could stop herself.
He shrugged. “I take my fighting chance.”
“It isn’t much of a one. You’ll be shot at from ambush some day.”
“It wouldn’t be a new experience. I went through it last week.”
“Where?” she breathed.
“Down by Willow Wash.”
“Who did it?”
He laughed, without amusement. “I didn’t have my rifle with me, so I didn’t stay to inquire.”