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.
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