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for a couple of days until your rich husband can give me a very large sum of money.”
    “He isn’t my husband ,” she said.
    “Well he will be ,” Logan growled.
    She glared at him.
    “And your name, ma’am?”
    “Annabelle Casey and you may call me Miss Casey.”
    A wicked smile crossed his face. “Whatever you say, Annabelle.”
    If her hands weren’t tied she would have slapped him again. Instead she seethed inside.
    “And you , Logan,” she spat, “are your intentions honorable?”
    His eyes narrowed. “Completely honorable.”
    “And why should I believe that? Because you have exhibited such honorable qualities up until now? Kidnapping a young helpless girl, putting a bag over her head, and now keeping her hostage for ransom from a man you have never met. Oh, the epitome of honor, Logan!”
    He couldn’t decide if he wanted to wring her neck or laugh at her.  She was far from helpless and he was an honorable man no matter what she thought.  His face burned a bit at her insult but he reminded himself she did not know him, if she had she never would have questioned him. It angered him to the point of losing some of his precious control.
    “Listen , Annabelle,” he hissed, “I wouldn’t think of dishonoring you, whether or not you deserved it. Just steer clear of me, Princess, and before you know it, you will be back in the lap of luxury and the arms of the heartless man you love so much.”  With that he shoved the plate of food into her hands and turned his back on her.
    “My hands are still tied , you Neanderthal!” she shot back.
    “Well deal with it!”  He stomped back to the group and grabbed a plate from the cook. To his dismay it was cold and looked like the scrapings off the bottom of a horseshoe.  Thrusting the ruined meal onto the table by Kit he turned his back on her and put a fork full into his mouth.  It was far from desirable.
    At first she was shocked and then bewildered.  What was his problem? H e was the one who had ruined her day; what did he expect, she would forgive him for kidnapping her?  And what did he mean if she deserved honor? Of course she did! What had she ever done to prove him wrong?  He had no right to say anything about her or her situation, and for all she cared he could believe she was in love with her husband…betrothed, what did it matter to him anyway? Disgruntled she sat down on the warm earth and put the plate in her lap.  Using her hands together she grabbed a bit of food in her fingers and put it in her mouth.  It wasn’t as warm as it had been but it was good. She would surely make a mess, but what did it matter now? Her skirts were worn and dirty and she could only imagine what her face looked like. 
    Gently she touched her forehead and felt the dry trickle of blood and the bruise which was growing under it.  She was so upset and so worried that she felt overwhelmed.  Hot tears pricked at her eyes and she tried to blink them away.  Her options were slim: she could stay with these men and hope Mr. Sevier would pay the ransom so she could free her family from their debt or she could try to escape, but that idea seemed the less likely of the two.  All she knew was that if she didn’t get to Mr. Sevier her family would lose everything because of her. Her heart beat rapidly in her breast and the tears overflowed and she turned her back to the group of men.  Her food became wavy with tears and soon she gave up eating all together, she had lost her appetite.
    It was Kit who came to her rescue some time later.  He had not heard the interaction between her and Logan, but he could see the anger on Logan’s face and it was nearly unmistakable she had been crying.  Logan was nowhere to be seen having gone with the Indian to another part of camp for a time. Her food was cold and uneatable by now, but she didn’t seem to care so he dumped the plate nearby and helped her off the ground.
    “M iss Casey, my name is Marcus Kittlinger, but you can