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were welcoming. “Good day, sir. May I help you?”
    Angel hesitated, disliking this continued deception. What would it be like to live in a house like this and dress in fine clothes? She wanted to be free of her outlaw past, but tracking varmints and breaking horses was the only life she knew. A slight jerk brought the brim of her sombrero down over her forehead. “Howdy, ma’am. I’ve come in response to your husband’s telegram.” Angel purposely dropped her voice a notch, and her sense of integrity dropped with it.
    “My husband?” The woman moved away from the door, letting the screen slam shut behind her. “Oh, you mean Travis.” She took a step forward and rested her hand on one of the porch posts. “I’m Libby Waters. Would you care for something cold to drink?”
    “No. Thanks. Any idea when Mr. Morgan will return?”
    “It’s near supper time, so he should be here soon. May I ask what telegram?”
    Angel wondered if she should tell this woman her business. She decided to risk it. “Asking me to work for him.”
    “So he’s hiring another hand for the ranch. I shouldn’t be surprised.” Her voice held a bit of an edge.
    Angel scrambled to understand the direction the conversation had taken.
    “Pardon my manners.” Libby shrugged, and sadness flashed across her fine-boned features. “That’s not your worry.” She shaded her eyes against the sun lying low on the horizon. “Someone’s coming.”
    Five men all riding bay or sorrel horses trotted up the lane and reined their mounts in front of the barn. A sudden panic gripped Angel. She nearly turned her horse and fled. In the three years of living like a man she’d grown comfortable with the role, and the thought of leaving the security it provided choked her.
    Then, squaring her shoulders, she faced the riders, watching them veer toward the barn. More than anything she longed to be true to herself. If only she could muster the courage to remove her sombrero and introduce herself properly to this man.

    Travis, Nate, and three of the other cowboys dismounted in front of the barn. Travis wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve. It had been another frustrating day with heavy losses to the wolves and no word from his telegram. After supper he’d probably have to deal with Libby’s repeated requests for household help and talk to her about James. She continued to interfere with his attempts to turn the boy into a man.
    On top of everything else, he’d gotten another letter from his father urging him to “Give up this foolishness and come back to St. Louis.” Why couldn’t the man understand Travis’s need to succeed on his own? It shamed him that his father didn’t trust his judgment. His stomach hardened into a knot. Shake it off. It wasn’t the time to worry about it, with stock dying and the range overrun with wolves.
    Libby waved and stepped to the edge of the porch. “Travis. There’s someone to see you.”
    He’d already noted the lone rider sitting a black mare near the hitching rail, a bedroll and set of saddlebags behind the saddle. Slight of build, the man had a sombrero pulled low. A drifter looking for work or his tracker come at last? He handed his reins to Nate and walked toward the rider. “What can I do for you, mister?”
    “I’m Angelo de Luca. You sent a telegram saying you needed a tracker.”
    He nodded and looked the man over but couldn’t see much of his face with the sombrero shading it, other than smooth cheeks and chin beneath the coating of dust. “So you’re Angelo de Luca. You’re younger than I expected. I need someone who can ride, shoot, and track.” He narrowed his eyes. “You sure you can do this job?”
    The young man stiffened. “You sent the telegram. You must have heard of my reputation.”
    Travis took a step toward the edge of the porch and rubbed the day-old growth on his chin. “In that case, glad you made it. I’d about given up hope when I didn’t get a