She turned her head just in time to catch a glimpse of an Indian rushing between the trees some distance from the cabin. She recognized him instantly.
“Black Sparrow. Run,” she called. Her Indian friend’s arrows would be no match against Lucas’ rifle.
Lucas shot her a split-second perplexed look, then he released her and spun around, raised his rifle, and fired. “Sonofabitch Blackfoot,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Get out of here, Black Sparrow,” she called again. Lucas grabbed for her, and pushed her in front of him.
“Stop shooting at him,” she demanded, and kicked at Lucas when he wouldn’t ease his grip.
They reached the cabin, and Lucas elbowed the door open. Releasing her, he turned, and fired his rifle into the trees again. A faint cry tore through the air.
“Got ya, you bastard,” Lucas called triumphantly.
She kicked forcefully at his legs.
“Stop your fighting and get inside the cabin, woman, before we both get killed.” He cursed loudly when her foot connected with his shin. “Dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?”
He shoved her backwards inside the cabin in front of him. She dug her heels into the dirt, refusing to be manhandled. She shot a quick glance over his shoulder, and caught a glimpse of Black Sparrow. He was clutching at his arm.
“Save yourself,” she called, just as Lucas released her and spun around. He aimed his rifle again. She had seen enough of his skills as a marksman to realize that his next shot would be fatal. Without hesitating, she did the only thing she could think of at the moment to divert Walker’s attention. She lunged at him from the side, and clutched his cheeks between her hands, then pulled his head around to face her. Without hesitating, she pressed her lips to his mouth. Wide-eyed, she stared over his shoulder, just in time to see the warrior dart through the trees away from the cabin.