the case, we don’t have time to dig holes.”
Her lips flattened. “You must.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“I owe them.”
“I thought the padre arranged the deal.”
“But I was to provide money.”
For all her high manners she didn’t look like she had two coins to rub together. “Did you have any?”
“No.”
She said it as if those four men would have traveled anywhere with something as sweet as her without taking their payment out of her hide. “They would have been ticked when they found out.”
“Yes.”
“You’d have probably ended up on your back working the cost off.”
She didn’t look shocked. “It was a possibility.”
A woman would have to be seven kinds of desperate to take off with those odds staring down at her. She headed toward the front of the wagon where there was a gap between the ground and the sides. He grabbed her arm, pulling her up short.
“What the hell kind of trouble are you in?”
She looked at him with big brown eyes that were the color of warm chocolate. Eyes that forgave him ahead of time for the desertion she expected. “Tejala wants me as his intended.”
“Interesting phrasing. I take it you are not in agreement?”
“No.”
From what Sam knew of Tejala, Isabella’s objections would mean nothing. “So what are you going to do after you reach San Antonio?”
“That is not your concern.”
She was right. It wasn’t. She likely wasn’t even a Texas citizen. He could walk away and no one would hold him accountable. Tension arced between them, extending from his shoulder down his arm to his grip. Beneath his hand, her muscles jerked, sending the tension right back. She was a strange mix of courage and desperation. Innocence and sass. A smart man would leave her and her problems to her people to sort out. She licked her lips again, the gesture leaving the bottom one invitingly wet and pink. Vulnerable.
He swung up on Breeze. “Maybe not, but I’ve decided to make it mine.”
And maybe her right along with it.
Chapter 2
The woman was as infuriating as all get-out. Sass, spit and fire with an autocratic manner that was bred into her bones, she didn’t shake an idea once she had hold of it. And the only idea she had her teeth sunk into right now was that San Antonio was her safe haven. She was determined to get there, by herself if Sam wouldn’t take her. On the hard-used nag they’d come upon about a half mile from the massacre. As if he’d let that happen. The woman would be raped or dead within minutes of striking out. But she didn’t see it that way.
“There are laws against capturing a woman against her will,” Isabella pointed out in that logical tone in which she’d been presenting all her arguments for the last few hours.
Sam glanced over his shoulder to where she rode just behind. “You don’t say.”
“Yes.” She kicked her horse, an animal who wore its hard life in the scars on his hide, to force it to catch up. “I believe it is a hang by the neck offense.”
“Damn. Guess I’m in trouble then.” He motioned to the horse with his cigarette when she kicked it again. “You’re hurting him for no reason. He’s got bad knees. It pains him just to walk.”
His opinion of her went up a notch when she immediately stopped kicking and started petting and crooning to the animal. It took a nosedive when she stopped the animal and dismounted. It was more of a slide and tumble than a dismount, but since she landed on her feet, he’d call it that.
“What are you doing now?”
She pushed the too-big hat back from where it flopped over her face. “Walking.”
Kell growled. She cut him a glare. He didn’t stop growling but he did sit with a look at Sam that clearly said he expected him to handle the crazy woman so they could be on their way.
“If I thought the horse couldn’t carry you, I would have shot him when you brought him forward.”
She gasped. “You would not shoot Sweet Pea!”
If that didn’t add insult to injury. “You named the poor thing Sweet Pea?”
She bristled and patted the black’s shoulder. “It is a good name. He is very sweet.”
“Well, being sweet isn’t something a man wants shouted to all and sundry, so you might want to not call him that in front of the other horses.”
For a split second she looked concerned and he wanted to smile, but then she caught on with a shake of her head.
“You make fun, because I do not want to hurt him.”
He made fun because she was sexy as all get-out when those deep brown eyes gathered sparks and anger drew that full mouth further into a pout that naturally had a man wanting to lean in and kiss it soft again. “Just a little.”
How a woman so short standing so far beneath him could manage to look down her nose at him was a mystery, but she managed it. “This makes you not so nice as a person.”
“I never said I was nice.”
“No,” she sighed. “You did not.”
He dismounted and came around to her side. Her whole body went taut.
“What do you do?”
“I’m going to help you back up.” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Unless you think you can get up by yourself?”
The horse might be broken down, but he stood sixteen hands easily, too big for her to just hop up.
If looks could kill he’d be dead but she was gracious in her defeat. “Thank you.”
He ground his smoke out in the dirt.
She frowned at the gesture. “You smoke too much.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“It would be good that you do.”
Turning, she raised her arms and waited. He probably should tell her she just needed to present her foot. He admired the line of her back, the dramatic flare to her build, but since he’d already admitted he wasn’t nice, there wasn’t actually a need.
Her waist easily accepted the span of his hands. Damn, the woman was built for a man’s pleasure. With a heft he had her up. For a second her hips were mouth level. His mouth watered. The complete unawareness in her
