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who’d introduced him to a life of crime?
    “Of course, as it turned out, there really wasn’t a bear.” She carefully enunciated each word so that he could grasp what had happened. “But I had no way of knowing that at the time, did I?”
    His cracked lips parted, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he seemed to regard her with a kind of morbid fascination.
    Since leaving Boston, Victoria had become familiar with that look. As usual in her encounters with Western men, she was mystified as to why he had difficulty understanding her.
    “The point is, I didn’t mean to hurt Mr. Dodson. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
    “How did you. hurt him?”
    She sighed. “I shot him.”
    Mr. Youngblood retreated a step. “You what?”
    “I heard something outside my wagon in the wee hours of the morning. The day before, one of the men mentioned seeing a black bear in the vicinity. He warned us to be on the lookout.”
    “Couldn’t you tell the difference between a man and a bear?”
    “It was dark.”
    Mr. Youngblood’s good eye blinked spasmodically. “Lady, you’re the one who should be locked up.”
    At the reminder of how she’d found the battered Logan Youngblood, Victoria’s gaze drifted to the stockade. “I didn’t mortally wound Mr. Dodson. I just winged him.”
    “Where?”
    “Does it really matter?”
    “I’m sure it did to him,” Youngblood countered.
    “His foot.”
    “What were you aiming for?”
    She licked her lips, not at all liking the feeling that she’d lost control of their conversation. If anyone ought to be answering questions, it was him. He was the one who’d been incarcerated.
    Strictly speaking, even if he wasn’t behind bars, he was still a prisoner. To be more specific, he was her prisoner. And, as she saw it, she was duty-bound to escort him to Trinity Falls to answer for his ill deeds.
    “Everything happened so quickly, I didn’t really have time to aim at anything in particular.” She straightened. “But we seem to have strayed from the central topic.”
    “So they kicked you off the wagon train for shooting one of its members?” he asked grimly, ignoring her efforts to get their discussion on track.
    “Oh, no, they just took away my rifle for that.”
    The nervous tic quickened. “Then what happened? I mean, other than the wagon train being attacked and everyone but you being killed, I can’t think of a single reason for you to have been separated from the others.”
    “Of course you can’t,” she conceded, striving for the patience one used when dealing with a child. The trouble was, she hadn’t been around that many children.
    “Let me guess,” he interjected softly. “They tossed you off the train because you drove them crazy with your damned riddles.”
    She’d heard head injuries caused confusion. Was that why he seemed incapable of understanding the simplest of concepts? “How many blows to the head did you receive?”
    Logan bit back an oath. Swearing at the contrary female who’d released him from the stockade would do no earthly good. He raked a hand through his hair. The subsequent flash of pain made him suck in his breath.
    He looked toward the morning sun. Time was running out for them. They needed to leave the fort. “Look, lady, I—”
    “My name is Miss Amory,” she told him in that dainty, haughty voice of hers.
    “Which will make no difference to an Indian with justice on his mind.”
    Her greenish eyes widened. “Justice?”
    “The red man’s kind of justice. It’s swift and hard.”
    She looked over her shoulder, as if expecting an arrow to come flying at her. Framed by a splash of yellow sunlight, she appeared achingly vulnerable. A slim woman, with reddish hair that was in the process of escaping its anchoring pins.
    There was little logic to it, but he felt compelled to protect the foolish creature.
    “We need to be on our way,” he repeated.
    “I wasn’t the one asking all the questions.”
    He