" Son of a bitch!" Cash erupted. " He's wearing Nate's guns." Reese had been too occupied gazing into those eyes to notice the oddity of a gun belt strapped around a naked waist. Cash was right. Those were Nate's pretty pearl pistols. Reese had never liked those guns. He liked them even less now. " Sullivan, ask him where he got those," Cash demanded. " What gave you the idea I can speak Comanche?" " Because you are one?" " You're a jackass, but I don't expect you to talk to a donkey." " This is no time to be funny, breed." " Then quit trying so hard. "