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told her the same dream she might try to persuade him not to go.
    “I don't remember, dear,” Lisa said. “Can we just forget about it? I need to head out if I want to be back before the shadows get long.”
    Frank gave her leg a pat.
    “You're right, you need to get a move on,” Frank said. “Just be careful, all right? I really mean that. Don't take any risks you don't need to. Don't stop to talk to anyone. In town be sure to mention that I'm with you but down at the saloon getting a drink or something. Don't do anything that would put you in jeopardy. I know that you think you are a force to be reckoned with since you have your little rifle, and maybe you are. But many people have rifles and are much better with them than you are I jus—”
    “I'll be all right,” Lisa cut him off. “I promise.”
    Frank let out a deep sigh and nodded.
    Without saying anything else, Lisa dressed up, then spurred her horse to a trot and headed for the road. Town was only a few hours ride one way, but she wasn't going just one way and wanted to be back long before dark. At first she kept Jeb at a quick pace, but soon the plow horse was panting heavily and Lisa slowed the pace down to a walk.
    She really didn't need to be in a hurry. And so what if she came back in the dark, what was the worst that could happen? Sure there was some strange Indian fellow stalking the homestead, but what did that even mean? Maybe he was just watching the homestead to make sure that she and Frank weren't soldiers in disguise or something of that nature. Or maybe he thought that secretly they were panning for gold and wanted to know if they were so that he could pan for gold as well.
    “Don't be silly,” Lisa said to herself in a soft voice. “The Indian isn't looking to pan for gold. He's looking for you.”
    But how did the Indian even know that she was a she? Lisa thought about that one for awhile. There were times that she bathed in the river that she felt like she was being watched. The bend where the current really picked up was most fun place to wash off in the spume. It was also the most open part of the river. Frank hated that she bathed there, but sometimes she convinced him to bath with her. Anyone and everyone with eyes could’ve seen Lisa was a very beautiful woman if they saw her bathing at the big bend of the river near the homestead.
    “Maybe Frank was right,” Lisa said. “Maybe it does pay to be modest.”
    But this was all conjecture, she had to remind herself. She didn't even know for sure if the figure was a man, or if the figure was just her imagination. She reminded herself of all the times she'd thought she’d seen something in the woods and it turned out to be nothing more than a jumble of shapes her brain had put together to be something they weren't. That was probably it, Lisa convinced herself. There was probably nothing to be worried about at all, no Indian, nothing like that. The only thing that she and Frank needed to worry about was their sex life.
    Lisa often times wondered what Frank really thought of her. Sure he treated her well enough, but at the same time, even though he treated her like a partner there were many times that he took her for granted. Then again she couldn't imagine what life would be like being someone else’s wife; someone who wasn’t quite as forward thinking about what women as Frank. And Frank didn't care that she was barren. The thought made her sad. Even though there was no way to know that it was her.
    Then she remembered how Frank had pleasured her today. He had seemed an expert at it; which probably meant that he had been with some other women. Lisa chided herself. It had been silly to think that Frank had never been with another woman. In society’s eyes, although it was naughty, it was kind of all right for men to sleep around. The standards for women were different.
    Lisa's heart sunk as she thought about it, because it probably meant that Frank knew if he was fertile or not.