to the conclusion she was his. Now she had become a pawn in their bid to reclaim one of their own. âIs this your notion of honor?â
âHonor?â the old warrior repeated.
âIt is the white word for having a good heart,â Fargo said. âIs your heart good that you do this?â
The old warrior did not like the slur. He thumped his chest with a fist. âI good man. My people good. But Skagg bad. His men bad.â
âI am not one of Skaggâs men,â Fargo immediately made it clear. âYou should not involve me or my woman in this.â
âYour woman?â Mabel said.
The old Untilla drew himself to his full height. âMe chief. Must do what must do.â He spoke to the other warriors and two of them came up and stood on either side of Mabel. âYou go. She stay with us.â
Mabel covered herself as best she was able with her arms. âYou canât do this!â she objected. âI have never done anything to you.â
âI sorry,â the chief said, but he did not sound sorry.
âI refuse to let you take me,â Mabel persisted. âIf you try I will scratch your eyes out.â
The leader addressed one of the warriors, who promptly trained a barbed shaft on Mabelâs leg. âScratch us, we hurt you.â
Mabel appealed to Fargo. âDonât stand there like a lump! Talk to them! Do something!â
There was not much Fargo could accomplish, under the circumstances. âDo you want us both dead? Go with them for the time being. I will find the chiefâs daughter and swap her for you.â
âBut what if something happens to you?â Mabel brought up. âWhat if Skagg kills you? Where does that leave me? Iâll tell you where it leaves me. At the mercy of these savages.â
The old warrior beckoned. âYou come.â
âI will not!â Mabel defied him. âDo your worst. But I would rather die here and now than let you have your way with me.â
âHave our way?â the chief said, evidently trying to divine her meaning. It was a full minute before he responded, and then he did the last thing Fargo expected: he laughed. âWe not want you, white woman.â
âYou are saying you will not rape me?â
The old warrior laughed louder. âNever do that.â
Mabel asked what Fargo regarded as just about the silliest question he had ever heard. âWhy not? What is wrong with me?â
âYou white.â
It took a while to sink in, and for Mabel to reply, âHold on there. Are you saying you wonât touch me because I am a white woman? That it makes me inferior somehow?â
âYou white,â the chief said again.
âI canât say I like your insult,â Mabel said, completely oblivious to the fact she had done the same thing not a minute ago. âAnd besides, I am in my bare skin.â
âSorry?â
âI donât have any clothes on. I refuse to go with you like this. I donât know about your kind, but white people do not go anywhere without their clothes.â
âYou silly,â the old warrior said. âSkin is skin.â
âMaybe your kind doesnât mind going around buck naked but my kind does,â Mabel informed him. âGet me some clothes or kill me where I sit.â
The old warrior looked at Fargo. âShe speak straight tongue?â
âYes,â Fargo said. The chief had been right; she was silly. Silly enough to let them kill her over it.
âWhites much strange,â was the old warriorâs judgment. Turning, he addressed the others and a younger warrior promptly lowered his bow and ran off down the mountain.
Mabel sat up. âWhere is he off to?â
âTo fetch your clothes,â was Fargoâs hunch.
âWell, that is something at least.â
A strained silence fell. The Untillas were statues, the arrows of the bowmen fixed on Fargo. From high up in the mountains
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