“You can’t stay here,” she told him coldly. “You’ll have to go.”
“Go where? Can you get me a horse?”
“I won’t,” June answered.
“I got to have a horse, girl,” he wheedled. “Can’t travel without one.”
“I don’t care how far you travel or what becomes of you. I want you out of here. That’s all.”
“You wouldn’t want me shootin’ up some o’ yore friends, would you? Well, then. If they find me here there’ll be some funerals in Bear Cat. You can bet heavy on that.”
She spoke more confidently than she felt. “They can take care of themselves. I won’t have you here. I’ll not protect you.”
The outlaw’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Throw me down, would you? Tell ’em I’m here, mebbe?” His face was a menace, his voice a snarl.
June looked at him steadily, unafraid. “You needn’t try to bully me. It’s not worth wasting your time.”
To look at her was to know the truth of what she said, but he could not help trying to dominate the girl, both because it was his nature and because he needed so badly her help.