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His gray eyes narrowed skeptically as though he knew she was talking about him. "No, he won't," she said, turning her attention back to the trail that headed into a forest of trees and brush. Her heart hammered as she kept going, ignoring twigs and limbs that pulled at her legs, arms and hair.
    "Jordan, where are you going?"
    "We're getting out of here."
    "Now?"
    "Can you think of a better time? I'm not about to become anyone's dinner. You've heard the stories."
    Kari nodded, her eyes wide with terror.
    "Start running," Jordan said without hesitation, as she broke into a run, Kari at her side. Darting through the trees, the voices from the village faded, and as they drew deeper into the woods, hope fueled her steps. They were escaping!
    Jordan hated to think where they would go from here. There was nothing but the vast plains all around them. Two women on foot with no supplies would definitely be vulnerable. The fact they had no money to bargain with made things even more dire. But it was better than the alternative.
    A clearing was ahead, the sunshine streaming through the trees was like a beacon to freedom. Jordan smiled triumphantly at Kari as they raced toward it.
    But her smile faded as the unmistakable sound of footsteps pounded behind them. Chancing a quick glance behind her, Jordan's eyes widened in alarm seeing the half-breed running toward them, his expression clearly determined. There was no way they could outrun him. He was like an animal, quick and powerful, but Jordan wasn't about to give up. "Run Kari!" she yelled, dropping her cousin's hand.
    Picking up a rock, Jordan hurled it at the half-breed's head. It missed him completely, and he was close enough for her to see the whites of his eyes. The fury she read in the gray depths gave her pause.
    "Jordan, stop! This won't work. We'll never get away," Kari said, coming up from behind her.
    The Indian stopped a few feet away, close enough to reach out and grab Jordan, but he didn't.
    "Let us go," Jordan begged, her voice cracking with the plea. "We've done nothing to you or your people."
    He glanced down at her bruised wrists before meeting her gaze. For a moment she swore she saw remorse in his eyes, but it was gone a second later.
    "I can't," he said, having the audacity to sound sorry.
    Jordan took a step toward him and slapped him soundly across the cheek, her hand stinging from the contact. Annoyingly her captor hardly flinched. "You could if you wanted to," she said, before swinging again.
    He grabbed her wrist before she could strike again. The nerve in his jaw beat double-time as he stared at her through cold eyes. "I'm Gray Hawk, War Chief of my people. You'll be safe as long as you're with me. But I can't say the same if you were to belong to another. Accept your fate, for I will not warn you again. One more time, just once," he said lifting a single finger for emphasis. "And you will find that I can be ruthless if pushed. There are others here who would give anything to teach you a lesson in obedience. If you keep it up, I may just let them."
    Jordan kept her mouth shut, certain it would be a mistake to anger him further. But she did know one thing for sure--there was no way she would sit back and accept her fate as he called it. The Indians had changed her fate eleven years before when they'd killed her parents. They wouldn't ruin her life all over again. She and Kari were going to get out of the village alive and untouched.
    "Go," he said, motioning for them to precede him back to the camp as he followed behind in silence. Jordan dug her fingernails into her palms as she watched Kari wipe away tears. She glanced back at the half-breed--Gray Hawk. Maybe he would listen to reason. What could it hurt? She turned and he stopped, watching her with suspicious eyes.
    "What exactly do you intend to do with us?" she asked,