fire.â Fargo held off telling her about Binder for the time being. She was upset enough as it was.
âYou left me lying there all alone?â
The accusation in her tone made Fargo inwardly wince. He was about to explain when he sensed movement, and whirled.
Seven darkling forms stood only a few yards away, arrows notched to their bowstrings, and this time the arrows were pointed at him.
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So much for the Untillas not being abroad at night.
Fargo froze, aware that so much as a twitch on his part would cause those bowstrings to twang.
âI canât believe you walked off and left me,â Mabel was saying. âWhat were you thinking?â When he did not respond she snatched hold of his sleeve. âAnswer me!â
âLater,â Fargo said, not taking his eyes off the warriors.
âNo. Now. I am so mad I could spit. It is a wonder I wasnât killed, thanks to your neglect.â
âYou still might be,â Fargo warned, and nodded at the Untillas.
Mabel swiveled, and gasped. âOh, God! They havenât gone. They left me here as bait to catch you!â
That was Fargoâs guess, too. With the gorge at his back, he had nowhere to retreat to. The Untillas had picked the perfect spot. He would have to make a fight of it. Outnumbered as he was, he stood little chance.
âWhat do we do?â Mabel whispered. âI donât want to die.â
Neither did Fargo. But he would not die meekly. It went against his grain. He was about to draw his Colt when the warriors parted and one of their number advanced.
An older warrior, he did not have a bow. He stopped an armâs length away and calmly regarded them. âWhat you do here?â
To hear English gave Fargo a flicker of hope. It occurred to him that the Untillas were bound to have learned some of the white tongue through their dealings at the trading post. âHow are you called?â he asked.
Instead of answering, the elderly warrior repeated, âWhat you do here?â
Fargo gestured at Mabel. âWe are looking for her brother. He lives up in these mountains somewhere. The man you killed for no reason was to take us to him.â
âWe have reason,â the old warrior said.
âCare to tell me what it is?â
The warrior said something in his own language to the younger warriors. Then he said to Fargo, âMan we kill Skaggâs man.â
âYes, Binder was one of Skaggâs men,â Fargo said. âWhat difference does that make?â
âSkagg enemy.â
Fargo was not as surprised as he would have been had Skagg not taken an arrow earlier. âI thought your people traded with him. Why is he now your enemy?â
Touching a bony finger to his chest, the elderly warrior said, âMe want daughter.â
For a moment Fargo thought the old man was saying he wanted to take Mabel as his daughter, but that was preposterous. âI donât understand.â
âSkagg have daughter. Me want her back.â
Fargo tried to imagine why Skagg would take an Indian girl when Skagg did not like Indians all that much, and only traded with the Untillas because of the money he made on the furs they brought him. âWhere does he have her?â
âAt Landing. She his captive.â
âWhy did he take her?â Fargo asked. For Skagg to provoke the tribe made no sense.
âSo we tell secret. But we not say.â
âWhat secret?â
âSkagg take daughter,â the old warrior grimly repeated, and bobbed his head at Mabel. âWe take her.â
Mabel gasped. âWhat? Why? What did I ever do to you?â
The old warrior acted as if he did not hear her. He stared only at Fargo. âWe trade.â
âYou want me to find your daughter and free her in exchange for Mabelâs life?â
âDaughter in wooden lodge. You get her. We give your woman.â
The Untillas had seen Mabel and him making love, Fargo guessed, and jumped
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