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man like him?
    “Where am I?” she repeated.
    He recapped the canteen and sat down in front of
her. He knew and she didn’t, plus she had that extraordinary
thing that had exploded. It had moved on wheels, but didn’t
have any horses to pull it. How could that be? What would it matter
anyway? She was going to Chief Tall Deer who would be very pleased.
“You’re on Chiricahua land,” he murmured, looking
away from her.
    She knew that Chiricahua was a band of Apache
Indians. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I
didn’t mean to trespass. Is that why you’re dressed like
that?”
    He spread his arms innocently and looked himself
over, finding nothing wrong. She was the one dressed in a strange
fashion with her bare arms and legs and those shoes.
    She struggled to a sitting position, then laid a
protective hand on her stomach. Her head hurt and her stomach was
still roiling, but it was a bit better than before.
    She looked at the man. He was very handsome with
dark eyes and shoulder-length black hair that blew freely in the
wind. His face was young and friendly and although she hadn’t
seen it, she was betting he had a great smile. He couldn’t be
much older than she was. His nose and mouth were perfectly
proportioned to his face, and he looked like someone she’d see
on the cover of a romance novel. Still, that didn’t explain why
he was dressed like that.
    “Where is my car?” she asked calmly,
trying not to panic as she looked around the barren landscape. All
she saw were rocks and dunes and flatness and the biggest black horse
she’d ever laid eyes on.
    He looked at her in confusion.
    She returned the bewildered gaze. “Car,”
she repeated when she realized he didn’t know what she was
talking about.
    He shook his head and spread his arms lamely.
    “You know,” she made like she was
holding a steering wheel and moved her arms up and down as if she
were driving. “Car,” she said patiently.
    She could see he didn’t understand and knew
it was genuine. The guy didn’t know what a car was. This was
getting crazier by the second. He was dressed like some guy doing a
Western movie. He didn’t know what a car was. He’d told
her she was in New Mexico Territory and then on Chiricahua land.
Things were not adding up and it was getting scary.
    “Why were you standing in the road?”
she asked him curiously.
    “There are no roads around here,” he
told her quietly and picked up the canteen again. “Would you
like some more water?”
    She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
    At least he spoke English, but then why wouldn’t
he? This must be some sort of play or maybe she’d stumbled onto
a movie set or something.
    He poured some water into his hand and gave it to
the horse a few times. “You are not well?” he queried
quietly, coming back to sit beside her.
    For some reason, the resonance of his voice sent
shivers down her spine. That had never happened before and it was a
bit startling. It wasn’t too deep, but it was definitely
masculine and made her feel even more uneasy.
    She shook her head. “No. I guess not,”
she admitted reluctantly. “Where are we?”
    He shook his head with mild frustration and looked
at her pensively. He’d told her twice with two different
answers, but neither seemed to satisfy her. “I’ve already
told you this.”
    She realized then that he had. “Sorry,”
she said softly, thinking that Beau would have at least slapped her
and called her a dumb blond. “Um, you don’t know where my
car is?” she asked uncertainly.
    He gave a nod toward the direction from which
they’d come. “It exploded. You would have been killed had
I not pulled you out of the, what you call, car,” he said
humbly.
    She was mystified by his lack of knowledge.
Everybody knew what a car was and most people had at least one. This
was getting really scary now, but she swallowed her panic. “What’s
your name?” she asked him in a soft voice.
    “Depends on who you ask,” he