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haywire, that was all. Still, speaking of imagination, why had she seemed to panic when she first saw him? Later, her response to their discussion about her wagon train camping expedition was odd, as though she had never heard of such a thing, even though she just claimed to have come from one. |
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And what was that strange reaction when he mentioned his name? |
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He turned for an instantlong enough to see her first wobbling steps. But as she caught his eye, her chin rose as though in defiance and she began striding forward until she passed him. Her speed picked up, and he found himself following herfilled with admiration. Well, whatever and whoever she was, the lady had guts. |
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"Abby," he called, "you can have some more water if you'd like." |
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She stopped until he had passed the bottle to her. She took a swigand this time, she did not hand the bottle back. |
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He kept pace with her so that they walked side by side through the narrow gorge, the golden slopes of the mountains towering above. Noon had passed, and the sun, although no longer straight overhead, had left a trail of heat that surpassed the warmth that had surrounded Mike that morning. At least he wore a light T-shirt; he realized that Abby must be very uncomfortable in the high neck, long sleeves, and full skirt of her period costume. |
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But he had to hand it to her. She still did not complain. In fact, she looked right at home strid- |
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