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doesn’t it?” Even though she said the words, she could think of too many times when things had gone wrong to be convincing.
    “Can I call you Grace now?”
    Red looked past Belle to the low bushes beside the trail. “I’ll never be Grace again. Continue calling me Red.” She yanked on a lock of hair. Why had she been cursed with hair that drew unwanted attention?
    Belle sprang to her feet. Her eyes widened as she stared down the road. “Someone’s coming.” She bolted for the bushes.
    “Belle, wait.” But Belle didn’t slow until she was well out of sight.
    Red shared her sense of panic. Had Thorton escaped? She squinted at the approaching rider. He led a second horse. That fact alone sent shivers up and down Red’s spine. Slowly she backed away, aiming for the opposite side of the trail as Belle. That way if Red was caught, Belle might hope to escape.
    To what? Starvation in the wilds?
    She spun about. Her head did not like the sudden movement and dizziness made her stumble and fall to her knees.
    “Red. Hold up. It’s me.”
    She recognized the voice. Ward. Interfering again.
    But her annoyance was laced liberally with relief. Surely he’d give her a ride.
    To where? She had no place to go.
    * * *
    Ward was too far away to do anything but kick his horse to a gallop, and watch helplessly as Red fell to the ground. The woman seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble. But right now he didn’t have time to analyze that observation. He had to take care of Red and her little sister. Where had Belle disappeared to?
    He jumped from his horse and trotted over to Red who now sat on the ground, her legs drawn up, her face buried in her knees. He squatted at her side. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine. Just turned too fast and fell.” She eyed him with squinting disfavor. “Could happen to anyone.”
    He chuckled. “Yup. Happens to me all the time.”
    She snorted. “Sure it does.”
    “Well it does every time I have a blow to my head that leaves a lump the size of a turkey egg.”
    She stared away.
    He looked in the same direction. Saw nothing of interest. Some scraggly bushes along the trail, poplars with their lacy leaves dancing in the breeze, and further off, dark green spruce and pine. In the distance, the blue-gray Rockies. “Where you going?” Seemed to be nothing much out there for her to aim for.
    “To freedom.”
    “Yeah, sure. But where will you hang your hat?”
    “No hat to hang.”
    He guessed she had little of anything to hang. She’d left without pausing to collect her belongings. All she took with her was her little sister. Who—if he had to guess—hid from the sight of a man. No doubt men represented danger in her young mind. Maybe in Red’s not-so-young mind as well. “Even without a hat, you need a place. You can’t survive out in the open. Do you have any family?”
    She didn’t shift her gaze. “Just Belle.”
    “Uh-huh. Friends? Anyone who would give you a home?”
    The look she gave him dripped disbelief. “Do you think if we did, we would have fallen into the clutches of a man like Thorton?”
    “Guess it was a stupid question.”
    “It sure was.”
    He sank to his backside and drew his knees up in a pose that mirrored hers. Together they stared down the trail. “I got a place. Ain’t much. Just a tiny cabin. Someday it’s going to be more. Got plans for a big house.”
    “What you want with a big house? You got a girl?”
    “I got a mother and two brothers. It’s for them.”
    “No pa?”
    “He died.”
    “Where are they now?”
    Her question unleashed a tornado of memories, infiltrated with regrets and pain. “Back in New Brunswick. Travers is three years younger than me...” When he and Travers said goodbye, Travers swore he would come and join Ward when he thought Hank could take care of himself. The Travers he remembered never went back on his word. “Hank is ten years younger,” he continued. “He’d be thirteen by now. I ain’t seen him