“Don’t do it for blood then. Do it for the
money. It is better that we have it than that they should.”
“I’ll agree to that,” he said cheerfully. “But I will have no part of any shooting with that girl in there. She is the daughter of a friend. Get her out first, then we will see.”
She hesitated, and French Williams glanced toward the house. Soon they would be wondering what had become of her, and if they came out now ...
“Wait. I’ll see what I can do,” and she turned and went back inside.
“Do you trust her?” Sparrow asked.
“Only to do what she thinks is best for her.”