I'm going to marry you, see, first.

Then I'll make love to you afterwards.

I ain't asking you if you'll marry me.

You're going to do it, or I'll kill you." Lorraine gazed at him fascinated, too astonished to attempt any move toward escape.

Al's hand slipped from the bridle down to the reins, and still holding Snake, still holding the gun muzzle toward her, still looking her straight in the eyes, he threw his right leg over the cantle of his saddle and stepped off his horse.
"Put your other hand on the saddle horn," he directed.