He was overwhelmed by the one appalling fact that she WAS here, and that the stricken soul crying out to him from the depths of those eyes that were like wonderful blue amethysts told him that Bram had made her pay the price.

His muscles hardened as he looked at the huge form bending over the stove.

It was a splendid opportunity.

A single leap and he would be at the outlaw's throat.

With that advantage, in open combat, the struggle would at least be equal.
The girl must have guessed what was in his mind, for suddenly her fingers were clutching at his arm and she was pulling him away from the wolf-man, speaking to him in the language which he could not understand.