Don’t go back. I forbid it!” Sarah Jane grabbed his arm and dug in her fingernails until she drew blood. Slocum pulled away. “I just spent the past few days babysitting your mistress. That’s not something I’m looking forward to doing with you.” “Oh, John, really? This isn’t a dangerous trip, is it? If it is, I’m sure you’ll keep me safe and sound.” She snuggled close until Slocum felt their mingled sweat plastering his sleeve to his arm. “I got so bored sitting around, waiting, with nothing to do. I simply had to get away.” “Miss Burlison needs you,” he said. “She’s been through more than you can imagine.” “Really? Then tell me about it. Every little detail. I want to hear it all! What did she say about me?” Slocum wondered what kind of servant Sarah Jane was. She had lived it up in the Pullman car while her mistress almost drowned, got raped by a gang of savages, fought Indians, and was damned near shot by a bounty hunter.
