She got up, walked over to the general and sliced his hands free.

"What'd you give my men?"

"Testy Peterson? Not carrying a grudge, are we? Gee, you killed my partner and left me for dead. But do I hold a grudge? Hmm? I should of put a laxative in yours." She looked over at his men. "Some Passion Flower, Nutmeg, and Snakeroot. Not enough to have lasting effects. It should start to wear off soon. Biggest first. I only did a general dosage."

"We need your help."

Danni spun to face Billy. You couldn't have, like, called?"

"You don't...have...a...phone." Billy grounded out.

"You're an Indian, send up smoke signals."

One of the guys snickered.

"See, all ready wearing off."

She watched Billy closed his eyes and run his hands through his hair. She always loved the way he did that when he was getting upset. She use to grab his hands away from his head and run her fingers through it instead. She could still feel the silky feel of it.

"Oh my God, she's hot to trot for the guy!" One of the men spit out.

"Danni!" Billy yelled, a note of begging in his voice.

Danni spun, grabbing her dagger out of it's holder and let go in one fluid second.