The hangovers were murderous! “What the devil do you think you’re doing?” Shiloh croaked as she watched her two scraggly-looking brothers drag Hawk’s unconscious body to the nearest tree. “We’re hanging the son of a bitch that kidnapped you…and only God knows what else he’s done,” Gideon Drummond muttered as he glared murderously at his unmoving captive. “Wake up that bastard,” Noah Drummond ordered one of the three cowboys that had volunteered to ride in the rescue brigade. “I want him to know what’s going on when we leave him dangling from the end of a rope. He’s going to feel his neck stretched out before he dies.” “Stop it!” Shiloh railed—unintentionally inflicting agony on her sensitive head. Nauseous though she was, she abruptly jerked free of Noah’s grasp. “You are not going to hang him!” “You’re sorely mistaken, little sister,” Gideon growled. “If you don’t want to watch it happen then take a walk.” Shiloh tried to reach Hawk, who had been tossed over a horse and had a noose draped around his neck.
