"Travis raised his head from sighting down the rifle as shock radiated through him. Those eyes. Such a vivid blue. It was as if he'd seen them before. But that was impossible. Females didn't exactly pay them calls on a regular basis. Clearing his throat, he readjusted his rifle. "We don't cotton to trespassers around here, lady. You best skedaddle back the way you came." "I will. But not until I say my piece." She pivoted to face him fully, her lashes lowering for just a moment before she aimed her gaze directly at him again. Even knowing what was coming didn't stop the jolt from ricocheting through his chest when those piercing eyes latched onto him. "I came to warn you, Travis." Travis? She knew who he was? Most folks meeting the Archers all at once had no way of knowing him from Crockett or Jim. Yet she said his name with the confidence of recognition. He squinted at her. "Look, lady. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I want no part of it." "This is no game. Please, Travis. Just listen." "You know this gal, Trav?" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his youngest brother start to lower his rifle. "Hush up, Neill, and hold your line." The kid obeyed without question, firming up his grip. "The man who wants to buy your land is sending men out here tonight to persuade you to change your mind. They plan to set fire to the place while you sleep and force you to accept the next offer in order to recoup your losses."