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She ignored his hand, her eyes narrowing. “I told my mother I don’t need a bodyguard. You can go back to wherever you came from.” Londyn turned back to the man standing in her path and lifted her chin. “Please, move.”
The man didn’t budge.
Londyn sidestepped in an attempt to go around the big Shoshone.
He matched her move.
Nash tapped her shoulder. “May I?”
She rolled her eyes and stepped backward, allowing Nash to take her place in front of the belligerent behemoth.
When Londyn started around the Native American, the man tensed, ready to block her yet again.
Nash met the man’s gaze with an intense one of his own and the slightest shake of his head. He didn’t have to say a word.
The Shoshone didn’t move an inch as Londyn circled the two men and pushed her way through the crowd, heading for her trailer.
The chanting grew louder.
Someone shouted, “You should know better as one of our own!”
Londyn glanced toward the voice. “Tala?”
The beautiful Shoshone woman lifted her chin. “Londyn.”
“I thought you moved to Washington when you signed on with Congresswoman Lightfeather.”
“I did. But I heard Hollywood was trespassing on sacred Shoshone lands. Color me surprised when I found out you were the lead in the film. Why are you doing this when you know it disrespects those who came before us?”
Londyn shook her head. “The story is worth telling, and the crew has promised to be sensitive to the people and history of the lands.”
“But will they?” Tala shook her head. “Already, they’ve been to the local bars and started fights.”
Londyn’s brow dipped. “I hadn’t heard about that.”
“Because you’re too busy being a bigshot actor. What happened to the girl who never wanted to leave Montana or your heritage on the LJ Ranch? What would your grandfather think of what you’re doing?”
Londyn’s lips pressed together. “He’d be proud that I didn’t give up on our family’s land.” She lifted her chin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for my next scene.”
Tala shook her head. “You’re not who I thought you were.”
“My circumstances have changed, but I haven’t.” She strode past Tala, her heart pinching hard in her chest. Had she changed? Was she a sellout?
Nash moved around her and used his body as a shield, making it easier for Londyn to maneuver through the crush of protestors.
She squared her shoulders and moved up to walk beside him. “I don’t need a bodyguard,” she muttered.
“Maybe not,” he said. “But your mother hired me. I’m just doing my job.”
“It’s a waste of your time and mine.”
“Your mother warned me you might resist the idea.” His lips twisted. “You’ll find that I don’t give up easily.”
“I could file a restraining order,” she suggested.
“You could. It would be easier and less expensive if you just talked with your mother,” he said.
Londyn snorted. “You don’t know my mother.”
