[center] He leaned down to face her, a dark look on his face. "What I tell y about sassin' me, miss?" He glowered. He opened the cage, and pulled her out. He tossed her a bucket and a rag. "Wash up yer back. It's been bleeding again. The lads and I are still thinkin' 'bout what to do with ya." He told her, and he got on one knee and he leaned close to her again. "Trust me. Yer attitude may be wait lies between us killin' ya, and you living." He told her. He stood back up and leaned to the post, just watching her. He had some ideas in mind, but nothing he'd tell her about just get. [/center]