Brand appeared to be in a real fizz to be on their way. He packed up both bedrolls, fed the horses and hovered at her elbow while she finished the last of her biscuits. Before she swallowed the remains of her coffee, he tramped off to the creek to wash the tin plates, then packed them into his saddlebag.
She had to scramble to fit in her necessary morning stop and splash cold water on her face before Brand herded her over to the mare.
“Want a boost up?” he asked.
“No, I do not. Why are you in such an all-fired hurry this morning?”
“No reason.” He wouldn’t look at her, so she knew he was lying. Something was wrong. Her heart skipped some beats.
She pulled herself up into her saddle and shot him a look. “We are not being followed, are we?”
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