No, he defies her

"No." Randy didn't know where he got the strength to defy Miss Charlotte, but no longer cared what the Marlton family did to him.

"Don't test me, Mr. Fuller." Warned Miss Marlton, "get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head."

"Shoot if you must Lady Marlton, I will not surrender to you just so your father can hang me as an example for any other man in the shire who might have enough backbone to stand up to him." Her eyes narrowed, and she adjusted the aim of the flintlock a fraction of an inch, but did not shoot. Not yet at least.

"Have you ever seen a man shot by a Brown Bess, Miss Charlotte?" Asked Randy, still careful not to move but refusing to allow her to take him alive. "Unless you hit me precisely where you intend to, you'll spill my intestines all over this cave, or you'll miss, and then that fine musket of yours will be nothing more than an poorly balanced club." He smiled and gave a hint of a shrug, "I guess one of us will be screwed, either way."

Miss Marlton did not react to his off-colour jibe, and Randy began to wonder if she had the nerve to pull the trigger after all. How in the world had she gotten to the pair of long arms? A scattering of wood chips at the foot of his bed, and the hand axe that was missing from its place by the wood pile gave him some clues but he still had no idea how his captive could have gotten her hands on the axe in the first place. He turned to face the musket and spread his arms slowly to the side like a parson preparing to lead his flock in prayer.

Charlotte could not believe the ice cool nerves of Black Brand! She had never seen a man shot, but she had been on enough hunts to know the kind of bloody mess there would be if the ball disemboweled Mr. Fuller. What had she been thinking when she decided to stay and accost her captor, she didn't even like seeing birds and rabbits being shot did she really think she could shoot this young man in cold blood.

Mr. Fuller seemed to reach the same conclusion because he stepped slowly towards her daring her to pull the trigger. Or maybe he was right, and maybe Mr. Fuller had little to loose. Her father would certainly not forgive this man, he already wanted Black Brand dead before her capture, now that Mr. Fuller had **** and deflowered his daughter...

Charlotte wanted to hate the man, wanted to be glad to shoot him dead right now, or blow his balls right off the man's torso but she couldn't find it in her heart to want him hurt. However, she had no intention of letting this common man take liberties with her again; if Mr. Fuller came any closer she'd have **** but to defend herself. Mr. Fuller took another step towards the bed, is she did not fire the gun soon it would be too late.

As he stepped closer she put more and more pressure in the trigger, praying that the bold outlaw would come to his senses before it was too late.