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Brand expected Dawg to object, growl, move away, slink back to Brand’s side. Instead, the dog closed his eyes and looked as content as a baby in a cradle.
Brand realized his mouth had fallen open, and he forced it closed. But his surprise made him stare. Dawg never let anyone but Brand touch him. Not until this moment.
Sybil drained her cup. “Thank you for the coffee and the nice visit. Now we must be on our way.” She rose to her feet in a fluid movement that reminded Brand of a deer edging from the forest. “No doubt we’ll see you again.”
The words were said lightheartedly, but Brand felt the promise and threat of them. Did she want to return and visit? Did she hope he’d extend an invitation? But Sybil didn’t meet his eyes, so he couldn’t judge her thoughts.
When Mercy scrambled to her feet, Sybil caught her arm and they hurried away.
Dawg whined as they disappeared into the trees.
Brand patted the dog’s head. “Never seen you get all sappy about a girl before. Just remember, we aren’t staying, so don’t get too interested in her.”
Words Brand knew he should tattoo on his own brain.
He couldn’t stay even if he was tempted. If Pa and Cyrus saw him with Sybil, they wouldn’t hesitate to threaten her. Even if they didn’t catch up to him, someone would surely remember the wanted poster they’d seen somewhere, and place him as a Duggan. And if she learned his name, she’d be shocked. She’d withdraw. And who could blame her? Might as well move on and save her the trouble of telling him to leave her alone.
People would judge a person as guilty by association.
He’d grown to accept that all he could hope for in this life was to stay ahead of the Duggan gang and avoid the hangman’s noose.
* * *
Sybil’s plans to go immediately to the corrals next morning were cut short when Linette said, “Can you show me how to finish the edges on the baby shawl?”
“Of course.” As soon as breakfast was over and the kitchen cleaned, they went to the big room overlooking the ranch.
An hour passed before Sybil could slip away. Mercy had disappeared to some unknown destination, so she was forced to go alone.
Not that she was alone. There were cowboys everywhere. Eddie had said they were adequate chaperones anywhere on the ranch.
When she’d first looked out the windows, only two cowboys had been watching Brand work, but now several more gathered round the pen, and another jogged over in a rolling, awkward gait that said riding a horse was more his style.
Sybil found a place along the fence next to a cowboy whose name she couldn’t recall. “Is he as good as everyone says?”
“A couple of years ago, I worked on a ranch down in Montana.” The man barely glanced at Sybil as he talked, his attention fixed on the activities in the corral. “I heard stories about a dark, nameless man who could break the rankest animal to be found. I wondered at the time if it was a tall tale. One of those stories told around the campfire for entertainment. But I’m beginning to think the story held a lot of truth.”
A campfire legend. Sybil liked that and would certainly include it in her story.
Already she chose words to describe it to the readers.
A man with no name, but a reputation from which legends are born. A man whose strength of character made one instinctively trust him. Whose arms—
No. She would not say that his arms made one feel safe and secure. She wouldn’t even let herself believe it. This man spelled danger to her fragile heart.
But he wasn’t staying around, so she didn’t have to be concerned. All she had to do was write the story.
She glanced about. Strange that all the hands seemed to have gathered at the corrals this morning. Or perhaps not. Brand would finish up before long and no doubt they all wanted one last glimpse of this legend.
“That’s his last horse,” one of the men murmured.
“Or so he thinks,” replied another, with a soft chuckle accompanying his words.
Sybil’s attention kicked into full alert. “What does that mean?” she asked the second man.
He gave a wicked grin. “We found another unbroken horse.”
Several of the men snickered and nudged each other.
Something about the way they acted warned her they were up to no good. Her nerves twitched with a mixture of anticipation and concern.
