Buzzards look after their own!
“You’re a pesky one,” he observed.
The young woman flung her head back. Wide eyes caught and matched Calico’s gaze and the defiance in them was backed by a sudden tightening of her mouth.
“Now we’ve both stopped moving,” Calico said, “maybe you’ll tell me what it was all about?”
“It’s none of your affair.”
Calico shrugged easily and straightened in the saddle.
“Ma’am, I reckon stopping a runaway buckboard makes it some of my business, especially as I saw four riders doing some chasing.”
“It’s none of your business. Now may I continue to my destination?”
“Which was?” Calico pressed.
“Where your kind is not invited,” she said tartly.