“Okay,” she sighed, hoping she didn’t come to regret her hasty decision. “I’ll go with you back to the Rancho.
Major Carpenter gave them a quick nod and motioned for the Rangers to move out with a flip of his thick wrist. “Miss Sanchez, I think you’re crazy, but I wish you luck.” He met Paul’s gaze. “I’m trusting you to take care of her. Don’t make me come after you too. Now, we’re off to find a particularly ornery bunch of Comanches.”
