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for a full minute,then Graciela turned and flung herself on the woman, sobbing out a long good-bye. The two of them would have been saying good-bye a week from Sunday if Jenny hadn't grabbed Graciela by the waist and tossed her up on the horse. The idiot skirt and petticoats tripped her on the first try, but she mounted on the second.
    The woman tapped her on the thigh, but didn't say anything when Jenny frowned down at her. "I hear you," Jenny muttered. "I'll do the best that I can."
    Then she warned the kid to hang on, and she dug the heels of her boots into the horse's side. They galloped away from the mesquite tree and the woman, away from the walled camp in the distance.
    Five minutes later, Jenny heard the shots.
    "Thunder," she said to Graciela, closing her eyes above the kid's head.
    All right, Marguarita. You're an angel now. There's not going to be anymore pain, no more blood on your handkerchief. If there's any blood around here, it's going to be mine. If you have any influence up there,me and the kid could use a helping hand. Just keep that in mind, okay? Do what you fricking can.
    They rode spit for leather, keeping away from the main roads, untilmidday. Jenny wouldn't have stopped then, but the kid's body pressed next to hers radiated heat like a small oven. They were both soaked in sweat when she found a trickle of water and some shade and decided to stop, hoping Maria, or whatever her name was, had remembered to pack some food in the saddlebags.
    Wordless, she lifted Graciela to the ground, then walked toward the trickle, kneeled, and scooped water over her face. A long sigh lifted her chest as the water ran down her throat and soaked into her high-necked shirt-waist.
    "You stink," Graciela announced, dropping down beside Jenny and cupping her hands for the water. She let the water dribble through her fingers, then patted her face delicately.
    "You'd stink too if you'd just spent six weeks in a jail cell." Jenny opened her collar and poured water out of her hand down between her breasts. She released a long sigh of pleasure.
    Graciela slidher a sullen look. "Were there rats in your jail cell?"
    "Rats almost as big as cats." Jenny reached for the pins in her hair. "Would you know if whoever packed the saddlebags packed scissors or a knife?"
    "Is that true?" Graciela said suspiciously. "As big as cats?" A shudder convulsed her shoulders.
    Jenny eyed the trickle of water. She hoped to reach Verde Flores the day after tomorrow. And she hoped to board the train without attracting undue attention. That wasn't going to happen if she smelled rank enough to drop an ox. Another sigh lifted her shoulders. She hated to waste a single minute, but this might be one of those ounce-of-prevention things.
    Standing, she fetched the saddlebags and opened them beneath the shade of a scrub oak at the edge of the trickle. Whoever had packed the bags had managed to cram an amazing amount inside. Jenny found a change of clothing for both of them, and nightdresses. Nightdresses! There were toilet articles including a sewing kit, and a skillet, and the money pouch, which felt satisfyingly heavy in her palm, and a thin packet of papers. She found a bar of soap at once, and another pouch that contained smaller bags of medicinal supplies.
    She sniffed the bags of powders and ointments, and uttered a low sound when the pungent scent of crushed sabadilla seed made her nostrils flare. This was the remedy she had hoped to find.
    Rocking back on her heels, she studied Graciela's reddened eyes. "I'm going to need your help."
    "I hate you," Graciela hissed.
    "I need your help anyway." Now that she could see Graciela in full sunlight, she had to concede the kid was different from Marguarita, but equally lovely. Graciela's eyes were particularly beautiful, thick-lashed and changing from blue to green, then back again. Right now those eyes were as hard as rocks. Patrician and spoiled to the core, Graciela stared at her with haughty disdain.
    Jenny