Diane, however, persisted in following him.
The cowboy could hear her footsteps a step or two behind him, before they were walking abreast again. Except this time she remained silent.
Andrew saw no point in speeding up, since Diane wasn’t about to leave him alone. He slowed down to a walk. Try as you might, he thought. But ya ain’t gonna made me talk or do things your way.
Upright and self-assured, he continued down the passageway with his head held high.
Just then, a hand seized him by the sleeve and yanked him backward. Confused, Andrew staggered back but soon regained his balance.
He thought that Diane couldn’t have picked a better time to fight. He felt the anger boiling in his blood. This time he wasn’t about to let her get away with it.