Walker’s glacial gaze made her wince. “If I were that desperate, we wouldn’t be talking right now.”
True enough, but she still couldn’t trust him. “Don’t take it personally, Mr. Woodroffe. I can’t afford to trust anyone. Uncle Jeremiah misled me about his intentions, Butch Crowe nearly did me in, the Pinks are out to kill me, and now you come along—”
He moved lightning quick like a striking viper and pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly into his stormy eyes. Her breath hitched, and her heart pounded. “You listen to me, Miss Alabama. I’ve been nothing but gracious and decent to you. I saved your life back there. Do not compare me to those lowlife sons of—”
His words were cut off as a snarling mass bowled into him. Hettie scrambled back as Walker rolled across the dirt, struggli
