"How do you think you would have felt when you knew I was warm and thirsty and you went and brought me a drink and I wouldn't take it because--because goodness knows why! You can ride faster to make up for the time.

I've just thought out what I want to fix for you." She stepped to his side and deliberately slipped her hand under his arm--that right arm that ended in an empty sleeve.
"You are coming," she said firmly.

"I won't have it." Freckles could not have told how he felt, neither could anyone else.

His blood rioted and his head swam, but he kept his wits.

He bent over her.
"Please don't, Angel," he said softly.