You just worry about the gal and
leave catching those sonuvas to me!
“Look, kid, I know what you’re thinkin’ about the gal and I don’t blame you. I’ve had the same thoughts myself.” He smiled crookedly as Sarah’s back stiffened. “But we gotta wait. We need Johnson so we gotta keep him happy.” He winked heavily. “But when we quit here, well . . . ain’t no reason at all why we should leave any witnesses behind.”
Sarah gasped and turned to the outlaws, ashen-faced.
“Then I guess there’s not much use in cooperating with you, is there?” Sarah said in a shaking voice. “I mean, if you’re going to kill us anyway, why should we do what you want now?”
Waco had a cold grin on his lips but his eyes were hard and deadly as he walked across to her, suddenly struck out with his left hand and knocked the knife from her grasp.
Sarah gasped and clutched her numbed wrist against her breast. Waco twisted his fingers in her long blonde hair and yanked her head back savagely. Howie’s eyes began to spark and he leaped across the room, grabbing the girl’s arm and twisting it up her back. She cried out in pain.
His bristly face barely an inch from Sarah’s, Waco gritted;
“’Cause there’s dyin’ and then there’s dyin’, miss!