"I'll always love you, Darcie" His voice was tight with emotion Cassie had never witnessed.
Even if he was a Mormon, how could he make plans with this Darcie when he had proposed to her only an hour ago?
She stared at Darcie, clenching her hands so tight that her fingernails bit into her palms.
It was no surprise that Darcie had accepted his proposal.
Maybe Darcie was god-sent.
Darcie dropped her hand, her face flushing.
Darcie leaned back and stared out the window.
Darcie glanced at her and frowned.
So, Bordeaux had told Darcie about the ranch.
Darcie folded her hands in her lap and stared at them.
Darcie leaned back in the seat and watched Cassie reflectively for a few minutes.
Darcie gave her a strange look.
Of all people, surely Darcie should realize why.
Did Darcie think that she had gone because of Bordeaux?
Cassie couldn't help but smile at the way Darcie described her fellow gender.
Judging by the conversation she had overheard yesterday between Darcie and Bordeaux, the woman had lived through quite an experience of her own.
For Darcie, it was the opposite.
Surprisingly, Darcie was good company, which helped the trip go by faster.
Darcie was there, but Cassie pretended not to see her.
Darcie was a constant reminder of both.
Darcie wasn't the only passenger on the stage to Springtown.
Maybe the presence of the other two women was why Darcie was so quiet.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
Darcie looked confused as she smiled graciously.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
Her last impression of Darcie was a smiling face.
Darcie was in on the entire facade.
Darcie Bordeaux was his sister?
Darcie couldn't stand the gossip and rude behavior in every town, so she finally went back to the Indians.