“Yes, yes it is,” she said. Sensing that he’d actually finished, she stood facing the impassioned cowboy. His face was immovable. This was just too much. Too many men. Too much anger. Too much fear. When would it ever end?
“Good,” he said, and with his eyes as narrowed and intense as she’d ever seen them, he added his final attack, “you do everything in your power to piss people off and then cry foul when someone worries about you. You had half this county thinking you were lying in a ditch. Jake and Garth and Jimmy spent half the night scouring the ranch and every road around here, in the black of night, in the pouring rain, and you have no more to say to anyone but your curt, ‘so what, you’re not my keeper’.” He shook his head in disgust. “You cross the line one more time, I’ll see you’
