“We’re not going back to where those devils are.” She shook her head. “Absolutely not.” Her muscles ached, her eyes felt gritty. Every time she looked at her hands she saw Clint’s blood. She wasn’t going to take any chances that Lancaster would escape justice. They needed the authorities up here. “We have to go for help.” “I am the help,” Will said. She wanted to believe it. Admittedly, he’d helped her last night, giving her shelter and security to recover a bit. “Why didn’t you announce yourself rather than chase me?” “I let you know I was there.” “Breaking a twig hardly counts.” She needed to get over it, but it annoyed her that she hadn’t even sensed him until he’d taken action. Mailmen weren’t typically praised for stealth. “You’re pissed thinking I got the better of you, but really it was sheer luck I caught you before you disappeared from the false trail you laid.”
