A good-looking woman in a good looking position. Long, long black hair, a fine figure and those long, long legs, all stretched out and waiting on the ground. Enough to raise the old Adam in Steele.
Except she wasn't offering anything. On account that she wasn't so much stretched out as staked out. Tied and pegged out, waiting, despairing and dirt-streaked, while the two Apache braves who'd captured her satisfied their bellies with a mess of chili beans before turning towards their after dinner mint.
Which was when Steele shot them dead.
And found himself saddled with a runaway señorita who spoke Spanish, spelled out an interesting proposition and added up to big trouble.