“I didn’t say.”
At the sound of a horses footfall she turned, and she saw that whereas they had been two, now they were three. The newcomer was a slender, graceful man, dark and lithe, with quick, piercing eyes, set deep in the most reckless, sardonic face she had ever seen.
The man bowed, with a sweep of his hat almost derisive. “Miss Mackenzie, I believe.”
She met him with level eyes that confessed no fear.
“Who are you, sir?”
“They call me Wolf Leroy.”
Her heart sank. “You and he are the men that held up the Limited.”
“If we are, you are the young lady that beat us out of thirty thousand dollars. We’ll collect now,” he told her, with a silky smile and a glitter of white, even teeth.
“What do you mean? Do you think I carry money about with me?”
“I didn’t say that. We’ll put it up to your father.”