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that she was adding to the list of secrets she refused to tell.
"I want to go back with you now." Her hand slipped into the crook of his arm.
He felt astonished at how compliant he was as he allowed her to lead him back toward his cabin.

Later that morning, they were on the road speeding toward Los Angeles. Abby had kept on her skirt and blouse but had traded her boots for her lighter shoes. Her hair was still comfortably loose about her shoulders.
She had thought she was used to riding on those well-traveled roads Mike referred to as freeways, but the vehicles he'd called cars and trucks multiplied, without reducing speed, as the width of the flat and smooth gray path increased. She tried not to grip the Bronco's door handle, but she had to make a decided effort as other conveyances zoomed by, sometimes seeming to come within inches.
The scenery changed. They passed from open desert into the mountains, and Abby marveled that the Bronco, unlike the horse for which it was named, did not lose power as it sped over rises and curves. What a wonderful way to get from one place to another! She thought of her family on the wagon train and sighed. They might have gotten safely on their waybut certainly their passage was not a modicum as easy as this.
Mike glanced at her, and she gave a bright

 
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