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he muttered as he grabbed her elbow and frog-marched her ashore. “What’s your name, woman?”

She tilted her chin defiantly, clamped her mouth shut and glowered at him as he dragged her alongside him.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.

“In places I’m sure you’ve never been, General,” she said impudently.

“Obviously. Where I come from ladies don’t brawl. I have already determined—the hard way—that you’re no lady. Furthermore, I’m not a general. I’m the commandant at Fort Reno. Major Rafe Hunter.”

She twisted to flash him a smirk. “You’re from back East, right? Uppity accent. Imperious demeanor. Wealth and pedigree, no doubt. Don’t you have better things to do than sneak around, assaulting defenseless women?”

“Defenseless?” he hooted. “I can think of a dozen adjectives to describe you, but defenseless isn’t on the list!”