"
Stephen felt the color rising at the back of his neck. "I didn't know,
until a few days ago."
"And how do you feel towards her now?"
"That's none of your affair!" he cried, whirling angrily. He would
have advanced, but Michael straightened and pointed the gun squarely
at his chest.
"That's enough. Save your anger for the digging." The other relented,
but did not turn away.
"Very well," continued Michael. "I will assume from the heat of your
answer that you care for her, and perhaps are not altogether happy
that she has been locked away."
"Why in Hell do you think I'm here?" he snapped. "You bloody savages
think you're the only ones to stand up for something? I stood up for
Mary, and look what became of it." He threw down the shovel in
disgust. "Do you think I'm glad at what's happened? I promised to
protect her! My father will pay
for what he's done to me."
Michael watched the younger man's face intently, searching for any
sign of deceit. He found none.
It seemed almost too good to be true. Not only might this man's
emotions be turned toward freeing the women.
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