"You've no right to be running sheep
in this part of the state," she said. "This is cattle country."
A dangerous smile tugged at a corner of his mouth, underscored by
the dance of lightning in the dark sky behind him. "This is open range. And only
a cattleman's woman would talk like that."
Rachel had to raiser her voice to be heard above the echoing
thunder. "A cattleman's daughter!" she snapped. "And if you so much as
lay a finger on me ----"
bitter laughter interrupted her. "I'm aware of who your father is, Miss
Tolliver. I've even heard a few tales about his spoiled, redheaded hellion of a
daughter. Believe me, I'd just as soon pick up a live rattlesnake as lay a
finger or anything else on you...!"