Nobody would deny the
Comanchero anything, least of all the . . .
So she came to Prairie Dog Town, where her real nightmare began. The Caudillo took one look at her and immediately surrendered all thought of ransom. He wanted her, even though she shrank from him as she would from a rattlesnake poised to bite.
Then, in the uncomplicated way of the Comanchero, she was given an ultimatum — become his woman or be turned over to the scum as a plaything to be treated however they saw fit.
There were worse things even than being bedded by a man whose touch made her flesh creep.