"Hunter grew impatient with his struggling captive and caught a handful of her braid to hold her still. "There, I've got her. The nose is worst. On the end where it curves up. Her forehead, too, " Warrior dabbed juice and smiled. "She doesn't like me. Come to think of it, she doesn't seem any too fond of you." Leaning farther forward, Hunter took another look at her face. Her eyes were as big as a startled doe's. Twinkling laughter lit up his own. "She doesn't look as if she wants to spit today, eh? Give me a week, and she'll be broken to ride." "You blow like the wind." Warrior raised a sarcastic eyebrow and tossed aside the used mullein. "You taught me all I know about being a warrior, , but when it comes to reluctant women, you are as clumsy as a new bear cub." "That's because they're never reluctant."