“I wouldn’t touch the lady again if I were you,” a low voice drawled.
She craned her head around to see who it was but only saw the horse, its floppy lips nibbling at what was left of the leaves on a nearby branch. She shivered in the cold air, wishing she had a coat, but knew not having one was the least of her worries.
“Back off, mister. This here is none of your business,” the foreman said.
“Well, guess I’m making it my business. Seems to me you have two choices: let the lady down easy like, or draw.”
The foreman scoffed. “You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t risk hitting her.”
“Try me.”
Anna’s blood chilled at the icy tone in the stranger’s voice, and she lay still. Did she want to be rescued by this man? He could be worse than Phillips…
“Your g*n’s already drawn. That doesn’t give me
