Carey's horse ran straight past him, seeing the other riders off in the distance, and Carey knew he was trapped. Will was certainly behind him now. He dropped the derringer to the ground, hoping compliance would be beneficial. His only option was to find a way to get close enough to Cordia to take that gun away and use her body as a shield. "Cordia," he said as sweetly as he could muster, "you're not going to shoot me," he smiled at her, nonchalantly. "Go ahead and step out of the way, darlin' so I can join my men."
"You and your men shot my daddy," she replied, her voice filled with hate.
Carey swallowed hard. It had never been his intention to physically harm her father. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly. "Your father and I have always been such good friends. I'm sure he would
