"If you don't take me with you," she said, "I will follow you to New Orleans, and if you don't believe me, just wait and see. I won't be left behind, Steven." A muscle in his jaw bunched in suppressed anger; Steven knew Emma meant what she said. "All right, then, we'll compromise. We'll be married when we get to Spokane. That'll give you some protection against Macon, but remember this, Emma--if they hang me, don't wait around for the funeral. Macon wasn't bluffing--the minute the life goes out of me, he'll take you to bed, whether you want to go or not." Emma"