As she peeped through a long crack in the door, Lila saw Clint leaning against the rail of the ship as if he were looking in the water. A flash of wild grief ripped through her when she saw the hurt look on his face.
“It’s hopeless,” he said, and then turned toward Val. “Why would she do this? Doesn’t she know how we feel about her?”
“How do you feel?”
“I care a great deal, but she doesn’t know that. She thinks we’re nothing but a couple of horny cowboys who want to f**k the hell out of her and then lock her up. Val, she thinks we’re using her. Do you blame her for running away?”
“But it’s our job to bring her in, Clint, no matter how we feel about her.”
“Job, hell! What has she done that’s so bad? She’s not a killer. All we have to do is return the jewels she stole and…I don’t know a
