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They had two adopted children already.
They can actually talk!
They say she is amazingly beautiful.
They have some very nice animals.
Yet they honestly think there is no choice left.
They have a phone.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
They don't scare us much.
And what have they promised?
They must be in Tulsa.
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They studied together at the library on Wednesday evenings.
They had climbed about fifty feet.
They don't expect him to live.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
AdvertisementAs they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
This would be the only attempt they would make.
They needed to gain a little weight before they would be released from the hospital, though.
I hope not the way they did the last time.
They've done everything they can.
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Pierre, however, felt excited, and the general desire to show that they were ready to go to all lengths--which found expression in the tones and looks more than in the substance of the speeches--infected him too.
Had they made a mistake?
Home was any place they were together.
Had they all been arguing?
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They would like to have such a life.
Following a long drive that consisted of little more than two ruts worn by vehicle tires, they came to the Marsh ranch.
So they did suspect her.
They wanted to stay at the party.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
They were out of the sand.
She found Felipa and Destiny in the dining room where they were having an ice cream snack.
They couldn't leave here soon enough as far as she was concerned.
If his family wanted him to come back, they would have to get rid of his current responsibilities.
They were home and together.
Why hadn't they tried it before?
He didn't want anything to do with them, so they didn't exist.
He said they called him a bad name.
She said they were both supportive of her when Alex was born.
They have her in pull-ups now and she's not happy about that.
The medication they were giving her to clear up the congestion in her lungs was making her sleep a lot, but they thought that was better than having her upset all the time.
They should be home any minute.
Together they led her away.
When they stopped beside a wide shallow creek, he crouched with his back to her.
Sure, they had spent more time wandering on the ranch, but that was only because Brandon wanted to get her alone.
They were expecting - as surely as if they were in her womb.
Jonathan and Alfonso were playing with the sticks as if they were swords.
We accept that they don't, but we still want to feel welcome.
Hopefully he would be in a better mood after they got back home.
That would change when they got home.
They talked for a few minutes and then Carmen left to take Destiny to their room.
They were at it again - or at least Dulce was.
Was that what they had been arguing about?
When they left, it sucked the life from the room.
The problem was how they were both reacting to the situation.
If they were truly soul mates, she should be in his corner all the way.
They all said goodnight and then headed upstairs.
She grinned up at Alex as they left the room to go downstairs for breakfast.
By the time they finished erecting the oxygen tent over her bed, she had finally settled down.
They both couldn't be there all the time.
They changed the antibiotic again.
They didn't say anything he didn't already know.
To her surprise and delight, they instantly bonded with him.
The moment was so tense that, when the telephone rang, they both jumped.
Your eyes... they are so unusual.
They were so synchronized and fluid that Carmen asked Alex if they danced often.
They crawled into bed and she rolled on her side with her back to him.
Maybe they had inherited or learned it from their mother, not his father.
They want what you give Carmen.
They didn't make it to the restaurant.
They wasted no time getting on the road and Brandon was driving fast.
Brandon led her outside and they walked casually toward the barn.
Then they spend all their time at parties instead of studying.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
A few minutes later they all marched in and took their places at the table.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
They were having so much fun that even Alondra broke down and joined them.
Whatever the case, they had no flow together.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
They must have been close, and yet, to the best of her memory, Alex had not spoken of Gerald.
If his family had lived in the United States for centuries, why didn't they learn to speak proper English?
His gaze traveled over her face expressionlessly as they danced away from the spot.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
They mingled with the guests a little longer and then Carmen excused herself.
They didn't know about the science of surrogacy back then - but then, they didn't know about cesarean delivery either.
Why don't they inherit?
Possibly. Possibly they won't even be the same sex.
Carmen glanced at Señor Medena, who was beaming as if they were his children... or as if they were his biological grandchildren.
It no longer mattered how they were conceived, carried or delivered.
Mom used to say that people suspected in others what they had experienced or what they would do in the other person's shoes.
Blindfolded, they knocked it around for a while until it broke, spilling candy all over the floor.
Hadn't they covered this the night they showed him the picture?
After breakfast, they all retired to the entry room and gathered around the tree to open presents.
Right now she'd like to kiss those smooth lips - and she might if she didn't know where they'd been last.
Even if they could change things, she didn't want to.
They hadn't actually settled anything, and yet they were no longer quarreling.
Maybe they were both a little wrong... and a little right.
They probably had a lot to discuss and most likely were not alone.
They could discuss it privately when they got home.
Let him wonder what she would do when they got home.
The next thing she knew, Alex was shaking her awake and telling her they were changing planes.
After what seemed like a short wait, they boarded another plane.
She fell asleep again and didn't wake until they reached NXA in Arkansas.
She was faintly aware when they reached home and Alex carried her to their bed.
They were home but still playing love tag at night.
His words were comforting, even if they didn't resolve her concerns.
The fact that they were expecting two babies instead of one made it more of a challenge.
And if so, would they be able to fit three people comfortably in the front seat?
Could they afford to buy a van?
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
His excuse for going to Columbia had been that they needed money.
If they hadn't been fighting, he might have been there when she started hemorrhaging.
Surely they had other people who spoke Spanish - people familiar with the customer.
Considering the problems they presented, she could hardly blame him for that.
Had they argued that much at his father's house?
There was no immediate need for a van and if they did need one, they... he, obviously had the money.
One way to do that is to make sure they don't have all the facts.
They wanted Dad to annul the marriage - even cut off any money for Mom.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
They had nearly completed the room when Destiny got sick.
She looked at them as though they had betrayed her.
Maybe they had, but what choice did they have?
They ate and then she put the remaining food in the refrigerator for Alex.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
After they left, Carmen sank into the chair and picked up a horse magazine.
She'd buy the pizza and have it delivered if they would bring her some.
Was God punishing Destiny because they had been greedy?
When they arrived at the hospital, Alex was pacing.
They stood there for a moment, watching their image in the mirror.
Hadn't they talked enough?
She melted into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and welcoming the feel of his fingers as they searched for the zipper on the back of her dress.
They moved around the room; her head on his shoulder, her hand in his.
It was the first time they made love any place outside their bedroom, and it was way beyond exciting.
So they were going to question her.
The blue skirt and sweater were a little dressy for jail, but they'd no doubt give her some fashionable stripes to wear anyway.
Mmm. They look delicious.
Afraid they'll find out you enjoy it?
They slid down the hill a ways until they could stand without being seen.
They walked for a while.
If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
They went through their evening routine and then left for the hospital.
The snow started shortly after they left and the wind blew it horizontal.
They can't keep her temperature down.
She was getting a little dehydrated, so they were speeding up the IV.
Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.
They did another x-ray this morning and the infection has spread to the other lung.
They said she'd be sleepy because of the medicine, so I'll try to sleep while she is asleep.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
Destiny probably wouldn't wake before they returned, and even if she did, Señor Medena would keep her occupied.
He said Destiny's fever had broken and if she continued to improve, they would take the tent off her bed in a few days.
The babies were healthy and by mid-August, they would have two new family members.
On the 28th of February they celebrated her thirtieth birthday.
Carmen watched with Destiny while they waited anxiously for Alex.
They can be downright cantankerous.
They were sitting beside each other, reading when she began the inquest.
She helped Destiny into a frilly white dress with yellow trim and they both finished up with white sandals.
With everything ready, they sat on the window seat and watched for Alex.
Together they went to the kitchen and began putting the food in serving bowls.
When Alex walked through the door, they were standing by the table, waiting on him.
It was as if they had started a fresh relationship.
Neither did she, but she wasn't claiming that they were hers, either.
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
They were making progress, though.
All this happened before they were married - before they met.
If they presented a united front, Tessa might back up.
Within a week, they were back at the hacienda.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
They admire you for what you have accomplished.
Like two bull Elk, they were each so focused on pushing the other back that they had forgotten anyone else existed.
Maybe they would both think about it before they jumped at each other next time - especially in front of the children.
They had already made arrangements for Katie and Bill to watch Jonathan and Destiny while they went to pick up the babies.
The trip to the airport and the flight to Illinois were both uneventful, the hotel accommodations better than they could have expected on such short notice.
Later they were taken to a room where they were introduced to their newest family members.
It won't make any difference to you whether they are adopted or biological - not in how much you love them or how you treat them.
Maybe it was the emotional high they were feeling because of the babies, but something seemed to have shifted their foundation.
No one knew what the future held, but if they faced everything together, surely they would grow together.
They were chatting together as if they had known each other all their lives.
He moved on before they were aware of his presence.
Sure, they needed to clear the air about the inheritance issue, but that wasn't enough for Carmen.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a few minutes and then Señor Medena spoke.
If she had stayed with her husband and they had more children, would he have felt financially responsible for the others as well?
They could do nothing for the occupants.
According to Lisa, they were the closest thing to a family that she had other than her parents and siblings.
His bright smile with the two missing front teeth faded as he realized they were leaving without her.
It was a moment that lay in her stomach like a week-long hunger, regardless of the fact that they had been gone only minutes.
Maybe friends didn't let friends drive drunk, but how did they stop them when there were so many?
They would all get together and wash her old car, winding up in a gleeful water fight.
They knew about the break up and maybe they thought she knew about the drugs.
Maybe they thought she never knew.
For a moment they stared at each other.
They wouldn't all be there unless something terrible had happened.
Everyone was staring at her as if they expected her to faint or something.
I guess it was storming so bad that they didn't see or hear the train.
She could drive, if someone would simply tell her where they were.
Her groggy mind wondered why they were there and why she was in the hospital – and then she fell asleep again.
Nick was trying to wake her up so they could go to the mall.
Do you know what they would want?
Anything else they said faded down the hall after them.
They were a family who knew all they had was each other.
They hadn't seen her in church for a while and they were worried about her.
The antidepressants didn't help that much, but maybe they were responsible for the fact that she had not lost control yet.
It would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
It's a long way to drive from Fayetteville, and then they'd have to bring you back in the morning.
But I'm sure they were on another street.
It was something her parents never understood... which was probably why they moved to Fayetteville.
Being close enough so that she could attend college while living at home had been their rationalization, but she suspected they were also trying to stimulate her social life.
They left the main road on a narrow trail consisting of two ruts.
A little further ahead, they glimpsed a white flash of tail as a deer bounded crossed the trail no more than fifty feet ahead of them.
By the time they reached the spot, the deer had vanished in the trees.
She glanced around for some kind of weapon as they walked, and soon came up with a walking stick.
Where were they, anyway?
They finally reached the creek, where Giddon stopped long enough to scoop her into his arms.
By the time they reached the house, she was shivering and stiff.
They're lying on your bed.
When they reached the house, she invited him in for a cup of coffee.
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
She stared out the windows at the telephone poles as they approached and sped off in a blur.
With every second, they were getting farther from the safety of civilization.
If Giddon had any such plans, he would soon find they were futile.
Connie immediately assured her that the Giddon's wouldn't be shelling out the money if they didn't think she was earning it.
Three weeks after she began working for the Giddons, they had the pool filled.
They usually spent the morning hours in the garden and the afternoon at the pool.
When they reached door he paused, gazing down at her with an unreadable expression.
The wild hills were calling, as they had in her youth.
After supper, they all spent their usual evening in the family room.
They were all originals, upwards of $20,000 each.
At least they had one common interest.
The destination of the path remained a burning mystery, but Tammy innocently tossed fuel on the flames with a chance comment one day while they were watching television.
Surely Sarah and Tammy weren't involved, but did they know?
They had talked in front of her, so it couldn't be what she thought.
Maybe they found cocaine on her and she needed twenty-five thousand to get out of jail.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
They hadn't traveled far down the trail before she got a peripheral view of the building.
In fact, they held a tenderness she had never seen.
They were so absorbed in each other that they didn't hear the car enter the drive.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
She left him only a few months after they were married.
I tried to warn Yancey before they were married, but he wouldn't listen.
An armadillo stared at them from a rocky ledge as they passed, and a doe and her fawn darted across the trail not more than a hundred yards ahead, disappearing into the brush.
As they came out on an open trail, he increased speed.
If they could talk, what tales these hills could tell.
They climbed back on the ATV and crossed the creek.
After a while they were riding around the side of a steep hill through tall grass.
After a long time they came into a clearing on the edge of the mountain.
He stopped the ATV again and they got off, both gazing in rapt silence.
But people are out here all the time with ATV's, aren't they?
They seem to know man isn't a threat until the engine is shut off.
Do you suppose they don't smell you coming so quickly?
When his fingers stopped their work, they lingered.
They had to get away from here - back to the house where there were other people.
Both of them were surprised to see the blue truck parked in the yard when they returned.
She didn't look at Yancey when they left.
When everyone was satisfied, they exchanged names and numbers.
Had they decided they didn't want her bored and inquisitive?
As they blended in with the rest of the dancers, she glanced back at the table where the man sat.
The ride back was quiet, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the door of his house.
He opened the door for her and they entered, quietly slipping into the kitchen.
Since they were all dressed up, she assumed they were going to church together.
It simply happened that they were attracted to each other.
She looked down at her plate before they discovered they had been observed.
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted when Tammy sped into his arms like a bullet.
They had cake and ice cream and talked for nearly an hour about one thing and another.
Eventually they stopped their chatter and fell silent.
They never bothered me that much.
They might have considered her an innocent bystander in her relationship with Allen, but being on the sideline again would, at minimum, make them suspicious.
When they reached the clearing of the lawn, Yancey waited until she came up beside him.
Other than the brief conversation about seeing him with Allen, they had not discussed him.
Instead, they had talked about the house and how she would assume responsibilities.
Her gaze took in his masculine chin, the square cut lower lip and the piercing blue eyes - only right now they weren't piercing.
And yet, if he was involved in something illegal, they could have nothing together.
She didn't want the family picture, as that was the one they used in the newspaper.
From the time they broke up, she knew it could come to this if he were left to his own devices.
Len was eyeing Yancey's car and didn't see them until they stepped out the door.
They were several miles down the road before either of them spoke.
She'd better find a safe place until they arrived.
They wanted her out of the way, or at least silent.
They know who I am, and that I want to keep my identity silent.
He motioned to the others to follow and they all went down the path to the building.
What they had witnessed in the last hour required the silence of personal reflection.
Their lives were now entwined with the two people they left alone in that building.
Each still held the final pieces to the puzzle they left behind.
Spencer stopped and they all faced each other.
The voices of her roommates drifted from the kitchen where they were preparing supper.
What they got was a mother hen.
Kind of makes you wonder what they were up to when she was my age, doesn't it?
Neither of them is working today, and I'm sure they'd be delighted to join you.
Financially, they think it's a sound move to have four people share the rent.
Well, if they turn you out, we'll just get a room at a hotel in Bartlesville.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
Brandon should have told them, and when they finally made it to the barn, she said as much.
Since they all lived in the same apartment complex, and the evening was early, Adrienne invited them to her apartment for a cup of coffee.
They were all giggling over coffee when Brandon walked in.
One day when they were sitting on the porch steps together, Brandon proposed a solution.
If that's all they give you, count yourself lucky.
Pete and Royce joined them, their eyes lighting up when they saw the flapjacks.
He was only a guest until they reached Ashley.
If you want me to cook them, you'd better clean them up so they don't look like snakes.
Much as she hated to admit it, they tasted good.
Grabbing an armful of the hay they had packed around the supplies in each wagon, she dropped it on the sand and the mules eagerly began devouring it.
I like to watch them move and listen to them - I even like the way they smell.
Then you think they are around.
The sooner they got started, the sooner they would reach Ashley.
They thought she was setting her cap for Bordeaux.
Let them all think what they wanted.
Money would be tight, but they could manage.
Four more days and they would be in Ashley.
They would find someone to drive the wagon back across the desert.
They could do their own cooking, even though it wouldn't be as nice.
It was a hot evening and they were well back from the fire.
If they all hadn't been so close, she would have thought he didn't hear the question.
Now that they were all together, it would be a good time to tell them.
Obviously they all thought she was leaving with Bordeaux.
They could find a place somewhere.
Mid day they stopped for a rest.
When they were all together he addressed them soberly.
Do you think they might attack?
This was exactly why they didn't want a woman along.
They'd think we burned the supplies, like you said.
He mulled it over in silence, sipping on his coffee while they all waited for his decision.
They selected the most valuable food items and buried them.
They packed as much as they could on six mules and left the other six for riding.
Using the extra sand, they made fortifications and bedded down for the night behind them.
They each went to their assigned wagon and lit a match, tossing it inside the wagon and moving away from the circle almost in unison.
By the time the wagons were fully engulfed in flames, they had traveled far enough to be out of the firelight.
They converged then, and moved quietly across the sand, hoping the Indians didn't burst from the night to attack them.
From the top of a dune they paused for a backward glance.
For the first time, Cassie realized what a target they had been around the fire at night.
The Indians must know they had abandoned the wagons, and their tracks would be illuminated by the firelight.
She wanted to talk to Bordeaux about it, but they were moving so fast that conversation was impossible.
Even the animals were quiet, as if they knew danger lurked in the darkness.
By dawn they had left the wagons far behind.
They paused at a water hole that bubbled up between some rocks.
The morning was getting hot by the time they managed to water the mules and fill their canteens.
Do you think they may have given up?
They've got mules to eat now, why would they want to follow us?
I didn't say they weren't following.
But if they don't want our food, why would they follow us?
If they left the reservation because they were hungry, why would they be out here?
No, it wasn't our food they were after - it was mischief.
The white sand reflected the hot sun back at them until they were dripping with perspiration.
So they don't reflect the sunlight and give away our position.
Hopefully, they don't see us either.
What would they do if they caught up?
They barely knew each other.
They half walked; half slid down the sandy hill to join the others.
As they approached, Royce eyed Bordeaux with a smirk.
But if they thought she and Bordeaux were engaged, the matter would be closed.
Probably because I know how they think.
How would they fit into Bordeaux's plans?
They were depending on her and she wasn't going to let them down.
After a few hours of limited rest, they were back in the saddle again.
They were running low on water, so it was a dry camp.
Would they reach Ashley tomorrow?
They emptied all the water into four canteens and took four empty ones with them.
Not far from the camp, they reached a rock outcropping.
With the canteens full, they started for the cave entrance and then stopped.
In an hour or so the storm would abate and they could leave.
Maybe she could get a little rest while they waited.
This was the man she loved, and they were engaged.
They clung to each other in celebration of the occasion.
After all, what did they have to lose?
They shouldered the full canteens and, picking up their rifles, started back to the camp.
They cautiously crept around the dune.
They climbed the dune and kneeled close to the top.
They must have been attacked some time during the night.
I just hope they escaped.
If they did, they'll be looking for us.
They may be too busy running.
They won't expect us to go that way, and we can move around in the lava field without leaving tracks.
How could they get away, leaving such a trail?
They'll find our tracks, won't they?
Not if they don't come back this way.
As they walked back down the dune, she dragged her hand in a wavy line, trying to obliterate their tracks.
It takes time we don't have, it won't fool the Indians, and you're raising dust they might see.
When the ache had left her legs numb, and her breath was no longer coming in gasps, they started out again - across sand dunes - up and down.
They traveled until she lost track of time.
Her groggy mind registered the fact that they would no longer leave a trail like a slug.
Judging from the sharp rocks, they must be in the lava field.
How many miles had they traveled today?
If the Indians were renegades, surely they wouldn't want to take the time to track only two people - not with the cavalry on their trail.
But would they know where to look?
No wonder the cavalry wanted you bad enough to pay you twice what they thought Pete might pay.
He removed his hand and they moved back against the rock wall of lava that swirled over them.
They couldn't be seen unless someone came down into the ravine.
They waited in tense silence as the horses slowly moved on.
Did they suspect she was here?
He led the horse around and they left the ravine, traveling at right angles to the path the Indians had taken.
As much as she would like to have offered to walk while he rode, she knew they would cover ground faster if she rode and he walked.
Finally they descended into a low place in the ravine, momentarily putting an outcropping between them and the Indians who waited.
There he swung up behind her and they rode away from the area at a fast trot.
How long would the Indians wait before they realized they had been fooled?
The soft sand in the ravine would make it simple for the Indians to detect where they had emerged.
The big bay was breathing hard when they stopped to rest.
They rested for less than an hour and then he saddled the horse again.
She kept a keen eye out for the same kind of weed and was surprised at how much they found.
Will they follow us?
I don't think they're with us any more.
As they watched, three Indians rode around a bend in the gully and passed below them.
They were in plain view, where they rested.
They might instinctively feel her terrified regard.
Obviously they knew him.
It even appeared that they were friendly.
Bordeaux helped her down the hill and they joined the Indians.
They have a camp not far away.
It was hard to believe a village could be this close and they didn't know it was there.
As they entered the Indian encampment, hostile black eyes turned to follow them.
They halted in front of a dome shaped dwelling with a grass cover.
Cassie waited while they talked.
They took their time, squatting on the dusty ground, letting minutes pass between bits of conversation.
They were curious and thought she was quite a spectacle.
As they approached, the sound of running water welcomed them.
Unless someone knew the area, they could pass within a hundred feet of it and not know it was there.
They knelt and drank from the cool spring.
They need washed, too, don't they?
No. I can only assume that they made it to Ashley.
They might be the ones that sent the cavalry our way.
That night they slept under the stars - Bordeaux a respectable distance from her, but close enough to assist if anything went wrong in the night.
If they married in Ashley, where would they live?
They had to talk about everything.
If they separated at Ashley, she might not ever see him again.
In any case, Mom had known Dad since they were kids, but his desertion caught her by surprise.
They would probably be leaving very soon and anything she could do to hurry the process meant they would get to Ashley sooner.
Cassie waited silently, knowing they were unaware of her presence.
Where had they been?
More important, what had they been doing?
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?
They were served a kind of pancake that Bordeaux said was made from ground Mesquite beans.
In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern.
The desert and lava fields behind them, they made good time.
They rode into Ashley in the late afternoon.
Were they still alive?
The crowd had dispersed, so they turned toward the only hotel in town.
No, Pete spotted them afore they saw us, so we got away.
He led her to the restaurant and they took a table, ordering supper and exchanging stories.
They had given up, deciding that if they hadn't found their bodies, they must still be alive and would find their way back to Ashley.
And why had he dumped her the minute they got to town?
After all, they had their father.
Men say they love me.
They say it wasn't my fault - but they don't want to marry me.
If they don't want to marry you, they don't love you.
They moved off and their voices faded into the noise of the waking town.
They signed on with that ranch in Wyoming.
Surely they were unaware of his deceit.
But then, what could they do?
Did they know about Darcie?
After all, they had known and loved each other for a long time.
Why would they be jealous?
With every mile they traveled closer to the ranch, her anxiety increased.
They finally arrived in Springtown in the early afternoon.
He slapped the horses with the reins and they started out in the direction of the ranch.
He drove the team relentlessly until they were well out of town.
As they stopped in the ranch yard, the twins bolted from the house.
They looked enough alike to be twins.
They could argue like this all afternoon.
They showed no indication of giving them any privacy.
In fact, they appeared to be hanging on her every word – waiting impatiently for the answer.
He slapped the team into action and they headed for town at a more leisurely pace.
No, they were Apache.
They don't usually do that.
I'm still not sure why they did - maybe because they had recently lost a lot of their own people.
Whatever their reasons, they treated us well.
Eventually they even set us free.
She said they treated her better there than anywhere else.
They started down the road toward a ranch house.
Afterward they moved Darcie's things to Bordeaux's ranch.
If only she could forgive and forget the way they did.
A person couldn't avoid fate, but they could control the way they responded to it.
They would have disagreements - even fights, but they would forgive each other.
Why they found it so amusing that Mr. Cade was a recluse evaded her comprehension.
If all their conversations in the three months he had been coming to the diner were put together, it was doubtful that they would make a respectable paragraph.
Mr. Catlin at the bank says he's as honest as they come.
The ranchers around here say they can always count on him to help when they're in a bind.
But then, they seemed to remember everything - probably because they kept it revived for entertainment.
Where Russell Cade was concerned, the only thing they seemed to have against him was the fact that he provided them no new topics.
They must be nearing their destination.
They trekked back down the hallway to the family room and then into a spacious kitchen.
They kept popping back open.
You may call or have friends over anytime you wish - as long as they don't interfere with your work.
They looked unused... his mothers' hobby, or was there a sad story?
Would they be snowed in for a week now?
They finished the snack in silence.
Cade mounted a gray gelding and they headed out across the treeless hills.
After nearly an hour of riding, they descended the steep walls of a draw and followed it to a small valley.
They rode through the herd, which paid little attention to their passage.
Cynthia leaned over as they drew near one and tried to pet it, but the cow moved away a few steps and began grazing again.
I guess they're not as tame as they look.
I'm the only human they see most of the time, and I represent no harm to them.
I don't know what traits you look for in beef cattle, but they look healthy.
They are, and hardy.
They rode across a mesa and then descended to a wide creek.
When they paused on the bank, she could stand the pain no longer.
They ate in silence then, enjoying the tranquility of mother natures' work around them.
Lunch finished, they mounted and started back to the house.
There again, it's hard to say whether they die from natural causes or attacks by predators.
The wolf finally decided they were no threat and turned his back on them, trotting away across the vast grassland.