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valuables.”
    “I don’t care about the money you offered.” Nevada dug out the gold coin the man had paid him and tossed it toward him. “I agreed to stay with the horses, and that’s all. I had no idea you planned on robbing a stage.”
    “Good.” The leader snatched it and walked back to the scene playing out in front of the coach. He walked to the far side and stepped up onto the wheel, dragging down a case from on top of the stage.
    The woman still gripped her arm and drops of blood dripped on the ground. The hat and veil covered her hair and most of her face, revealing only a nicely shaped chin and curved red lips drawn down in pain. “I say, you over there.” She tilted her chin in his direction. “I don’t care to bleed to death. Can’t someone help me?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Nevada stepped forward. He walked up to her, marveling at her near perfect form and slender waist. He reached for her arm, but she pulled back.
    “Not here in front of everyone.” Her hand clutching the wound trembled. “I’d appreciate some privacy, please.” Nevada cast a look at the outlaws, but they didn’t appear to notice, as two were busy relieving the driver and passengers of their belongings and the third unstrapped the small box taken from the top of the stage.
    “All right. Let’s step over here.” He motioned to an outcropping of boulders and brush. He reached out, hoping to help her over the rough terrain, but she shrank away. Hot anger drenched his skin with perspiration. Why hadn’t he paid attention to his gut back at the camp? Those three men were obviously up to no good, but he’d ignored the warning. The woman believed him to be part of the gang. He’d never be party to harming any lady, and this was most certainly a lady.
    A sudden shout went up from the coach and a gleeful voice drifted toward them. “Hey, looky here. Someone hid this bag in the seat. It’s got a real pretty doodad in it, and some gold coins. Whoo-whee!”
    The woman walking beside him suddenly sagged, and he reached out to steady her. “What is it? Are you feeling faint?”
    She placed her hand over her heart. “My grandmother’s brooch. I can’t lose it. Oh, please…” Her breath caught in a ragged sob, and she bowed her head.
    “I’m sorry, Miss, but I’m more concerned with this gunshot wound and getting the bleeding stopped.” He paused and studied her. “I’ll not touch you unless I need to, but you’ll have to let me look at that wound.”
    She stopped behind the dense brush, then removed her grip on her arm and hesitantly offered the injured member to him. “Can you stop the bleeding?”
    “I think so.” He peered at her sleeve. How to get to the wound without destroying the sleeve? Of course, it already contained a bullet hole that would need to be repaired. “Can you push your sleeve up above your elbow?”
    “I’ll try.” She gritted her teeth and pushed at the material loosely draped between wrist and elbow. It slid partway up but didn’t quite reveal the affected area. “You’ll have to help.” She raised her head, and he barely caught a flash of green behind the veil.
    The sackcloth mask kept slipping, making it difficult to see clearly through the small eyeholes. He tugged it back in place and bent over her arm, only to have it move again. There was no hope for it. Either he took the thing off so he could see properly, or he wouldn’t be much good to this woman. “Ma’am?”
    “Yes?” Pain spilled from her voice, and she bit her bottom lip.
    “I can’t see much through this blasted mask.”
    “Remove it, then.”
    “I need to tell you something first, and you have to make me a promise.” He could see she struggled to keep from crying, but he had to extract the promise first, as much as he hated seeing her suffer. “I’m not part of this holdup.”
    Her chin raised and she frowned. “You’re wearing a mask and carrying a gun, and you’re here, aren’t you?”
    “I know. I rode