After a barely perceptible hesitation, Willow nodded, for she didn’t trust herself to speak. Her unhappiness would have been clear in her voice. Yet it wasn’t Caleb’s competence as a guide she doubted, nor was it his innate honesty. It was his effect on her that made her hesitate. He made her intensely aware of herself as a woman, yet at the same time he made no attempt to conceal his dislike of her. The combination was disconcerting.

I’m justtired, Willowreassured herselfsilently. Awarm bath and a night of sleep will make all the difference in the world. I’ve come too far to turn back because of a rough stranger who makes me feel like a clumsy girl. Besides, there’s nothing to go back to. Mama was right. The dreams she and Papa had died with the land. I can’t go home again. I can only try to find a new home and build a new dream.

«Mrs. Moran,» Eddy said, rising slowly, «I leave you in good hands.»

«Thank you. If I can ever repay your kindness —»

«Nonsense,» Eddy interrupted firmly. «Your husband’s father sold me the best horse I ever owned. Saved my life more than once. If I can help his kin, I’m happy to do it.»

Eddy adjusted his coat over the pistol he wore and bowed over Willow’s hand before turning to Caleb. «I’d tell you to be careful of the little lady, but if I didn’t think you would be I’d never have mentioned your name to her. And if I hear anything about a drifter called Reno, I’ll be sure to let you know.»

Caleb shot a sideways glance at Willow. She didn’t react to the nickname, which meant that she was a fine actress or she knew her «husband» only as Matthew Moran.

«You do that, Eddy.» Caleb turned to Rose, bowed over her hand, and said, «Take care of him, Rose. And keep him off that damned yellow stud.»