Bordeaux's shadowy form materialized out of the darkness.
She misjudged the distance in the dark and landed on Bordeaux's foot.
Bordeaux's eyes twinkled and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The body fell from the horse at Bordeaux's feet, but he barely noticed as he plunged to the sand on his chest.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
We could take two wagons, but that would mean we'd have to travel slow, and there wouldn't be any animals for riding except Bordeaux's horse.
How would they fit into Bordeaux's plans?
Cassie tugged at Bordeaux's sleeve.
She forced her eyes open to find Bordeaux's face above her.
The old Indian gripped Bordeaux's arm and nodded, his mouth working into a snaggletoothed grin.
We let Bordeaux's horse loose a ways down the trail, hopin' he'd find it.
Besides, he did come back Cassie could feel Bordeaux's intent gaze.
Afterward they moved Darcie's things to Bordeaux's ranch.