Suddenly I found myself looking at Charles Emerson Winchester III in a completely different light. I'd never known him to be so gallant; coming to my defense when that creep, Colonel Horace Baldwin tried to lure me into his tent to do God knew what. The thought makes me shiver. Then the jerk has the audacity to blame me by saying that I wanted him to come on to me! I would have been more than happy to deck him into the next century. If it hadn't been for Colonel Potter and the fact that he'd restrained me, Baldwin would be long gone.