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lifting her chin a notch under his cool stare. "I have money if that's what you want. I'll give you anything."
    One black brow lifted, his gaze moved slowly down her body and up again. "Anything. Are you sure about that?"
    "Absolute--" The word died on her lips, suddenly realizing what he meant by anything. She bit her lip, sure that a response would only get her in more trouble.
    She turned and kept marching. By the time they reached the teepee, her anger was like a volcano boiling inside of her.
    He grabbed several bowls and handed them to her. "You will go with the other women and help prepare our meal."
    She stared at the bowls, refusing to take them. He wanted her to serve him? Her self-imposed silence exploded a second later and she replied coolly, "I will not be your slave."
    A nerve ticked in his jaw, and he pressed the bowls into her hands. "You will do as I say."
    Jordan took the bowls from him with a curse. She followed behind Kari, then stopped in mid-step. Without considering the foolishness of her actions, Jordan turned and threw the bowls at his head.
    He caught one in his hand, but a loud crack filled the air as the other hit its mark. Her eyes widened in alarm seeing the stream of blood run down the side of his face.
    "Jordan!" Kari gasped in disbelief.
    Jordan stood completely still, horrified at what she'd done, but was unable to do anything as Gray Hawk put a hand to his bleeding temple. His gaze moved from her to the bowl in his hand, then to the ones scattered at his feet before returning to her once again.
    Jordan swallowed hard, watching with a sense of doom as his gray eyes darkened like angry thunderclouds.
    Kari went to pick up the bowls, but Gray Hawk shook his head, giving her a silent order to leave them alone.
     Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid , Jordan told herself over and over, hoping she appeared less terrified than she felt. Lifting her chin, she put her hands on her hips. "I told you I wasn't going to be your squaw."
    He took a step toward her. She took one back.
    "Pick up the bowl, Jordan."
    Hearing her name from his lips was unsettling. Maybe it was because he sounded like any other white man, instead of a savage. Well, it didn't matter who he was...she wouldn't serve him. After all, she hadn't escaped one man only to become a slave to another. Glancing at the dish at his feet, she shook her head. "No, I will not."
    "Yes, you will," he said through clenched teeth.
    Her pulse began to beat erratically at the threatening tone in his deep voice. His dark face set in a vicious expression, he grabbed a length of rawhide, obviously intent on binding her again.
    "Oh, all right," she hissed as she bent and picked up the bowls. "I'll cook your damn dinner!

Chapter 4
    JORDAN GLARED at the brave whose duty it was to watch her and Kari while Gray Hawk was off hunting, or doing whatever it was he and all those other warriors did all day. It seemed to her that the women did all the work, while the men played.
    "I hate this!" she shouted in frustration, scrubbing Gray Hawk's breeches with a vengeance. How she detested doing laundry, and having to do Gray Hawk's made her despise it that much more.
    Although it was only the sixth day of their captivity, Jordan felt as though she and Kari had been in the village forever. Since coming to the camp, a good night's sleep had eluded her, and her mood was suffering because of it.
    Things had been relatively easy for them the first few days when Gray Hawk had left to retrieve the bodies of his aunt and her friend. But upon his return, he worked them to the point of exhaustion.
    "Things could be worse."
    Jordan turned to Kari, her brow furrowed into a frown, wondering if she heard her correctly. "How in the world could it be any worse?"
    "Well, he could have tortured us, raped us,