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name! Just because I am part Indian gives you no right . . ."
           Careful to keep his features expressionless, Adam was inwardly startled over her revelation. From her appearance, he'd had no inkling this girl was part Indian; not with her having a relatively fair complexion, soft green eyes, and no distinct Indian features. He knew Warren was white, and that he had three half-Indian brothers, but to his knowledge Warren had never mentioned having a sister—mixed blood or otherwise. "Your heritage has nothing to do with my statement! It so happens, I was referring to the fact that you charged headlong into a dangerous situation-something a lone man would have given serious consideration to before doing. And if you think you're fooling anyone by running around wearing men's clothes-that are much too tight-and using grammar that makes you sound^ like you’ve never cracked a book, you're not. You're a ... a nuisance, that's what you are . . . worse than a flea on a dog." ,
           "Y-you have your nerve speaking to me like that! She sputtered indignantly. She thought her charade had been a stroke of genius, but apparently he had seen through it immediately. Then why had he allowed her to capture him? Could it be, he had been telling the truth?
           Adam continued as though he never heard her, although his voice was now edged with steel, "Furthermore, if you had any brains between your ears you would know that even a tame animal will turn dangerous when cornered. Did you ever stop and consider that you’ve accused me of cattle rustling and murder? Either crime is a hanging offense and a man can only die once. If I was guilty, I would have nothing to lose by trying to get the drop on you. And by damn if I was guilty, I might not stop at stealing your horse and riding away. I might be tempted to see for myself just how much of a woman you are underneath those tight britches." He rocked back on his heels and, ignoring the pain that shot through his feet, smiled smugly. "Judging by the expression on your face, I'll bet you never considered that possibility, did you?"
           Too stubborn to admit how sensible his argument was, Blair protested, "N-no, but you have underestimated my ability to defend myself. Mister . . ."
           "Cahill, Adam Cahill. And I think you have overestimated yourself. There is a world of difference in firing at a tin can until you can hit it accurately, or shooting wild game to go on the table. But when a man takes a bead on another man and knows when he pulls the trigger, that man will die . . . well, it sets him to thinking. It is a deed a man with a conscience does not take lightly." The lines deepened along his brows and under his eyes, a muscle flicked angrily at his jaw. "I’ve spoke my piece and you'll hear no more lectures from me. You can stay here until dark if you like, but I'm going to the ranch. I've walked more today and endured more aggrevation than I have in my entire life, and Tm tired." With that, he turned and began walking.
           Quickly mounting, Blair had to let out enough rope to accommodate his long, limping strides, then quickly shortened it when she nudged the mare to within ten yards of him.
           Not wanting to admit she might have been mistaken, Blair was determined to have the last word. "You just said all those things in hopes that 1 will relax my guard. Well, I’ll tell you right now, Mr. Adam Cahill, it won't work! It won't work at all!"
           Adam never said a word. Instead, his jaw thrust more defiantly, and his shoulders squared with renewed determination.
     
     
     
     
     
           The sun was just setting low in the western sky when they entered the front yard. Tillie, who had been standing on the porch, hurried to meet them.
           "Stay back, Tillie," Blair warned. Although the man's argument had made very good sense, she felt committed to seeing it through until her brothers returned. Then,