"Mercy on me?" She laughs. It sputters out of her like venom. She can't help it. This hick don't have no clue what her and his Rodeo have been through. What she has. There ain't no one that can simply "tell" her that anyone has "best" intentions anymore. She needs to see it for herself.
Still, she appreciates that he's not being violent, just firm. He has her pinned up against the trailer, holding her at bay, keeping her from doing something and that speaks something about him. He hasn't hurt her and his friend has run off. This "Pinky" hasn't stayed and demanded blood like her last group would have. Maybe Rodeo was right about his people. Only time will tell. In the meantime she'd be a fool to let a man talk to her the way Pinky had. Teagan's betting that the men around here will think twice about what she's capable of.
And, this man too...All big, and protective of his flock, holding her because he thinks she can't do a damn thing about it.
It's with one smooth move that she's out of his grip. The bigger they are the harder they fall and her legs are vipers, tangling with his and knocking him so he's on his back. She's on him, full weight on his chest, knife to his throat. "If I wanted to fuck his heart with my knife I would have, make no mistake. I didn't come here for no mercy. And you aint in a position to be telling me shit either..." She takes the knife from his throat and sheathes it.