At a touch of her
fingers the handbag in her lap flew open and a little
ivory-hilted revolver lay in her hand.
"You may break me, but you'll never bend me an inch."
He looked at the little gun and laughed ironically. "Sho! If y'u
should hit me with that and I should find it out I might get mad
at y'u."
"Did I say it was for you?" she said coldly; and again the shock
of joined eyes ended in drawn battle.
"Have y'u the nerve?" He looked her over, so dainty and so
resolute, so silken strong; and he knew he had his answer.
His smoldering eyes burned with desire to snatch her to him and
ride away into the hills. For he was a man who lived in his
sensations. He had won many women to their hurt, but it was the
joy of conflict that made the pursuit worth while to him; and
this young woman, who could so delightfully bubble with little
laughs ready to spill over and was yet possessed of a spirit so
finely superior to the tenderness of her soft, round, maidenly
curves, allured him mightily to the attack.
She dropped the revolver back into the bag and shut the clasp
with a click, "And now I think, Mr. Bannister, that I'll not
detain you any longer. We understand each other sufficiently.
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