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their heat.
    “Is she alive?”
    “Yes.”
    “ What are we going to do?”
    When he failed to response, Margaret tapped him on the head with her fingers as she did when they were younger.
    “Jason. W hat are we going to do?” Her sharp tone got his attention–as if the rap on his head wasn’t enough.
    Jason lurched to his feet. Margaret took a step back to avoid being knocked down. Hell, what was wrong with him? He felt as skittish as a cat with a large dog on the loose and no tree to climb.
    “Well , we can’t leave her here. We’ll have to take her to the ranch,” he said, as his eyes searched the forest for anyone ready to claim the woman.
    “I suppose you’re right. It’s getting late. I can take her to town wi th me when John picks me up next week. He’ll know if someone is asking about a missing girl.”
    With the danger passed, Margaret took matters into her own hands. Taking comm and of a situation, with her no-nonsense-manner, was her way of dealing with any emergency that might upset her well-organized life.
    “We’ll see,” he replied. His sister might think she had everything arranged, but he imagined an entirely different scenario.
    “I’ ll make a place to lay her.”
    “Yeah. ” He still stared at the girl, and if it weren’t for the swish Margaret’s skirts made, he’d never have known when she left.
    “ Tyler, scoot forward as far as you can, and take Emma with you. Janey, crawl up beside your brother.”
    He glanced at Margaret as she went to the back of the wagon, spread out a blanket, and fluffed a pillow to make a pallet. The children, awakened from their nap were getting restless. Margaret had placed Emma in Tyler’s lap.
    “Jason, are you going to bring the girl or not? Someone has to pick her up and it won’t be me. As dirty as she is I imagine I’ll have to burn everything that touches her. I’ll never be able to wash out the smell.”
    His sister was anything but tactful. He was glad the girl was unconscious and couldn’t hear her. He scooped up the mud encrusted, twig infested, foul smelling bundle, which he realized weigh no more than a child. Even as dirty as she was, all he could think about were those beautiful green eyes and the swell of desire that swirled inside him.
    Tyler ’s eyes widened in alarm. “Mama, what’s that smell?”
    He looked from Margaret to the lump of humanity Jason carried , then back to his mama with a wrinkled nose.
    “Hush now,” Margaret chastised and motioned with her hand for Tyler to move closer to the front of the wagon. “I'm glad the girls are too young to ask questions. Leave it to Tyler to be outspoken. He’s curious about everything.”
    “He’ s so much like you, it’s a wonder John can tolerate the pair of you,” Jason laughed and laid the girl on the makeshift pallet.
    Margaret dampened a dainty handkerchief and placed it on the girl’s lips, which were painfully dry. Her actions contradicted her insensitive words. Sometimes she used a harsh and blunt manner to hide her soft heart.
    She frowned at him then tried to sooth Tyler. “It will only be until we get to the ranch. You can test your new skill of how long you can hold your breath until we get there,” she teased.
    “John’ s been teaching him to swim underwater. It’s become a contest between them to see who can stay underwater the longest. Of course, John lets Tyler win,” she whispered to Jason. “John spoils him rotten.”
    “ John spoils all of you rotten.”
    “Yes he does.” Her eyes took on that soft, dreamy expression every time she spoke of her husband. “I couldn’t have found a better man.”
    “Found? You chased the poor man to ground with all your schemes. It was either marry you, or have me gunning for him.”
    Margaret just grinned at him, and tucked the blankets around the girl to soften the ride. Jason helped her onto the wagon seat. Placing his rifle on the floorboard, he adjusted the strips of leather in his hands, and with a