Now Clara shook her head.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You're safer here. Trust me."

"Safer? Surrounded by a bunch of strangers who are trained fighters?"

"They won't be strangers for long. You have my word; nobody here will even think of trying to harm you."

Clara still was thinking of ways to escape, but could tell this was a dead end.

"I have your word, nobody here will try and harm me?"

"I swear it."

"And if they do?"

"Then I will take you back to Laramie myself and pick you up every weekend."

"Alright..." Clara stood up again. She was getting hungry.

"To the kitchen." James started climbing,...