Any hope she'd had of distracting the man gone, she let him push her forward.  Maybe faking innocence hadn't been the best tactic after all.  Maybe she should have fought, but she knew she'd never have managed more than bruising his shins.  He was far too strong, and experienced, it seemed,  from the way he'd tied her so quickly.<br/><br/>Head whirling, she walked toward the door with as much forced calm as she could muster, until they were nearly there.  "Okay, mister," she said, turning to face the man behind her as best as she could without looking like she was trying to do anything other than a friendly plea.  "I really don't want to go in there.  Bad memories of the place from when I was a kid and my mom...." she let her voice trail off, then shook her head as if trying to clear a memory from it.  "Look.  Is there anything I can do to get you to just forget the whole thing and let me go?  I assure you, I'll let your horse get stung all you want next time."