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woman. He was risking his neck just riding on the
same horse with her. “I have to get some food and water,”
he explained gently, wanting to touch her yellow hair. He’d
already smelled it and it smelled clean and sensual, unlike anything
he’d ever smelled before. “I will be back,” he
promised. “I won’t be gone long.”
    “Can I go with you?” she asked him
weakly, not wanting to be left alone.
    “You aren’t well,” he reasoned.
“You’ll be okay here,” he assured her and
gracefully regained his feet.
    She couldn’t understand this. It was too
unreal. He looked like an Indian right out of the old West and he
spoke impeccable English. She’d never been a good student in
history and now she wish she’d paid more attention in class. At
least, she might have remembered if the Indians had spoken English.
She knew some had, but that had been a century or more ago, hadn’t
it?
    “Are you a movie star or something?”
she asked him lamely, looking up at him.
    “Movie star?” he echoed with obvious
confusion. “I know nothing of this movie star. What is a movie
star?”
    She gazed into his dark brown eyes and could see
the genuine question in them. He really didn’t know what a
movie star was. There was no way he was lying about this. He honestly
didn’t know what a car was nor did he know what a movie star
was.
    With a feeling of disbelief and even dread, she
asked him in a trembling voice. “What year is it?”
    He arched his dark eyebrows with surprise.
“1860.”
    Her mouth dropped open in horror. “No! It’s
2015,” she said hastily. “It’s 2015!”

    He looked at her skeptically, thinking she really
had been out in the sun too long. “You rest. I will return.”
    She watched him mount the big black stallion
without using the stirrups and ride away, hoping he would. She was
alone now and more frightened than ever.
    What was going on?

Chapter 7
    Several hours later, Cody came back to the place
where he had left Suzanne and found her sleeping with her head
propped against a big boulder. He took the opportunity to really look
her over and appreciated what he saw. He’d seen many white
women while he’d been in boarding school and even had a few for
teachers, not to mention the brothels he’d frequented from time
to time while he was working in the white man’s world. But none
of them looked like her. Her hair hung over her shoulders, curled at
the ends and parted down the middle.
    Her clothing was scandalous, but he had to admit
that it was alluring. He’d never seen pants on a woman let
alone pants that were that short. At least not in public. Women
usually wore that sort of thing as undergarments, but it did reveal
her shapely legs that were lacking hair, something he found
incredibly attractive. He watched her chest rise and fall evenly,
admiring the fullness of her breasts and her fine neck that just
begged to be kissed.
    Her fair skin was pink from being in the sun and
he wondered if the sun was bright where she came from like it was
here. He wondered a lot of things about her world, especially if all
women dressed like she did.
    His body reminded him that he hadn’t been
with a woman in a long time. Maybe he could keep Suzanne for himself.
That thought wasn’t altogether unpleasant. She could be his
slave and do his biddings; he would treat her far better than Tall
Deer treated his women. He would treat her right and maybe she would
grow to like him even if he was a half-breed. But he knew that was
never to be. He had to hand her over to Tall Deer. He owed the chief
even if the crazy fool didn’t know it.
    Suzanne slowly opened her eyes when she felt him
looking at her. She hadn’t heard him come back and wondered if
she’d been sleeping that hard or if he was just that quiet.
    He threw his leg over the horse’s neck and
slid to the ground with two rabbits in one hand and a knife in the
other. “You skin these.”
    She sat up and looked at the small gray beasts and
shook