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feminine height by as much as he, fewer still who carried such height so proudly. Full of masculine grace, he strode as though unaware of the discomfort of his clothes; their tight fit was made tighter still by their wetness, their clinginess revealing even more the extent of the muscular frame she'd found so forbiddingly appealing not long before. |
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Night had nearly fallen by the time the route began to slope downward. "We're almost there," Mike said in a reassuring voice. |
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And then Abby saw itthe wooden cabin of her vision. Or at least it resembled it, in the faint light that still remained. It was nestled at the base of this mountain, where she had first headed into the gorgebut how could that be? The cabin had not really existed; Arlen and Hunwet had not seen it. Abby was confusedbut she was too exhausted to worry. Maybe she would ask Mike Danziger some questions, but not now. Not until she had had some sleep and some time to think. She could look for the wagon train in the morning. |
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To one side of the house was a second, smaller buildingthe stable, Abby presumed. Near it was a row of tilted panes of glass that resembled large mirrors. Abby puzzled over their usefor growing plants? But even if the harsh elements usually kept at bay by greenhouses existed here in the desert, this glass was flat and not the shape of a sheltering building. |
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Still musing, Abby stumbled after Mike to the cabin door, which he unlocked. He reached in- |
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