Isn't it obvious?

The man who had grabbed her immediately yelled; in a different language.

That bit of information sent a shiver down Lisa's spine. She knew that it was an Apache who had grabbed her, and as he dragged her towards the camp, here eyes began darting in every direction. The other Indians who had been **** the five younger women had stopped, and Lisa could hear the groans of mixed pain and pleasure coming from the stunned women on the ground.

Her thoughts were interrupted though, for as the Apache who had grabbed her came to a halt, another forcefully grabbed her by her chin and pulled her eyes to his.

"Another woman?" he said in a gruff accent. "Good. My men need more pleasure. Strip her down!"

Lisa felt as the arm behind loosened its grip and pulled her around. Now, the Apache who had grabbed her had started to rip open the front of her shirt. It didn't take him long, and he was already working on her bra as two more indians closed in on her. It was then that Lisa realized that her hands were out of reach from the indians and she could grab her gun. She only had one shot though, and she needed to see who would be best to shoot. There was the Apache who appeared to be the leader watching, the indian undressing her, or one of the two indians who were advancing. She took a quick glance at her gun.