Although he still had the handgun, the weapon didn’t look too threatening. He held the pistol loosely in his left hand, cradling his right arm against his chest. His olive face looked pasty and drawn.
Anger flooded Fran, obscuring all else. She should be at Chultova now, waking to the smell of coffee and maybe some of Maude’s delicious fry-bread. This ugly little man was at the root of all her problems. I’m sick and tired of him ruining my life! He’s in my country now, and I’m not going to let him bully me.
“Saw you drive through town,” he muttered, grudgingly. “I’d been looking. When Cody started talkin’ about his famous cousin, everything clicked. Couldn’t believe my luck. Stupid damn PI couldn’t find you, but I come clear out here and run right into you. Injuns—that wasn’t so hard to
