“Stop,” he said, his voice forceful. “Do not beget violence.”
“Beget—? The hell are theydoin’ then!?” Violet looked back over to the others, and realized with great confusion that none of the Railwalkers were putting up a fight. They sat on their saddles, stiff but compliant, their weapons barely touched. Violet turned back to Sitting Bear, baffled. “What in Sam Hill is goin’ on here?”
“They’ll be escortin’ us, according to Bear here.” Mei shifted in her seat. Violent could sense her discomfort, but Mei remained calm. “We’ll be guests of theirs tonight.”
“Why?” Violet demanded. She eyed the collection of red men with distaste. “We ain’t doin’ nothin’ but passin’ through.”
“We are trespassing,” Sitting Bear corrected calmly. “They want to be sure we mean them no harm. That is all.”
“Well, you can tell your damn friends that we ain’t gonna do shit, so they can just leave us be!”