"Don't touch me!" Rafe went still. His silver gaze searched her face. She was pale and shaken, her blue eyes glazed. "What happened inside the bank? Did someone accost you? For godsake, Angel, talk to me!" Angela shook her head and hoisted herself onto her horse. Then she dug in her heels and took off as if the devil was nipping at her heels. "Angel, wait!" Rafe caught up with her on Red Rock Canyon Road. Grasping the reins from her hands, he brought both horses to a halt. "I want to know what this is all about and I want to know now." "As if you didn't know!" she shouted back. "This is one time my instincts failed me. You're an outlaw." Rafe spit out an oath. That damn wanted poster! There must have been another one posted in the bank, the Lord knows where else. "You told me you were innocent of any crime. But there it was, staring me in the face. You and your brothers are bank robbers. For all I know you did rob the stage and kill those people." Rafe heaved a weary sigh. "I'm neither a killer nor a bank robber. It was all a mistake." "That's what they all say. I trusted you, Rafe Gentry." "Let me explain." She pulled the reins from his hands. "What's there to explain? That poster said it all." She slapped the reins against the horse's rump and the chestnut bolted, carrying her upward along the narrow trail. Rafe recognized the danger the moment Angela had taken off. Had Angel not been blinded by fear and anger she would have seen the low-slung branch in her path. It was the same branch they had avoided on the way down to town.
