"You will drink?" Her eyes glittered up at him, so filled with hatred that a chill ran up his spine. Hunter grasped her chin again. "Her nose, Warrior. And this time, turn loose when she starts to swallow or we drown her." " will drown her. I'm just helping." By the time the tenth swallow had been accomplished, Hunter dripped sweat, Warrior looked sick, and the girl was limp with exhaustion. Yet still she fought. Hunter's admiration for her grew. She had great courage--Comanche heart, his people called it."