"So we go to fight, do we?" "I go." "Then we go with you." Hog fastened his gaze on the huddled shape under the mesquite bush for a moment. "You'd do the same." Hunter mounted up. "You're certain you want to go? I'll understand if you stay." "I am with you. Do you plan to leave any of them alive?" "This Comanche will show them the same mercy they showed her." Hunter's lips thinned. "None at all." Amy was still sleeping when Hunter returned three hours later with Santos's bloody scalp dangling from his stallion's bridle. Her honor had been reclaimed...with a vengeance."