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mean you couldn’t go home?”
    “He’d decided I should be wife number five.”
    “His wife died a month ago and he’s already looking for his next wife?”
    “Yes. And I didn’t cotton to the idea especially since it seems his wife died under suspicious circumstances. I slept in the truck so he wouldn’t find me.” She took a bite of salad. “He stayed until eleven the next morning, so I couldn’t get to my things until he left.”
    “Why didn’t you call the police?”
    “It was easier to wait.”
    She continued eating as if they’d been discussing the weather. He sat silently, thinking about what she’d faced alone. Did it happen often? She was certainly attractive.
    “I’m sorry,” he finally said.
    “For what?” she asked in surprise.
    “I was rude about you taking so long to pack. Where is your luggage, by the way?”
    “I put it in your storage trunk in the back of the truck when I loaded your gear. I hope you don’t mind.”
    “There was enough room?”
    She nodded, but it was the smile on her lips that fascinated Rich.
    “What’s funny?”
    “Nothing.”
    “So Brad is the reason you decided to leave town?”
    She nodded again.
    “But your friends—”
    “I’d only been there since the last of February, Rich. It’s no big deal.”
    “But what if you can’t find a job in Rawhide?”
    She smiled again. “Don’t panic. I take care of myself. If I can’t find a job, I’ll move on.”
    Once, when he’d been irritated with his parents, and even his twin, Russ, he’d wished he didn’t have a family, that he could be all alone. In his juvenile imagination, he’d thought that would be a good thing. Now, he ached for the woman across from him. No family. No friends. Totally alone, no one to rely on.
    “That’s a tough life.”
    She shook her head, still calm. “It was worse when my father was alive.”
    “Worse? How?”
    She sighed, then nodded at his plate. “You’d better eat your cheeseburger before it gets cold. Besides, I think you’re going to need another pill tonight.”
    “No, I don’t. Two in one day is enough.”
    “I’m not sure.”
    He realized she’d distracted him from her strange answer. He couldn’t imagine life without his father and mother, his brothers, his huge family. They all lived on the ranch outside Rawhide. Well, actually, some of his cousins were down in Laramie attending college. But there were still a lot of Randalls around.
    “When did your dad die?” he asked, after taking a bite.
    “When I was sixteen.”
    “So…last year?”
    “You think flattery will get you whatever you want, don’t you?”
    “It doesn’t hurt.”
    “I guess not,” she agreed, but she didn’t say anything else.
    “Okay, I’ll be more direct. How old are you?”
    “None of your business.” She said the words pleasantly, but Rich could hear the steel in them.
    “Why are you so secretive?” he demanded.
    “Because you’re not a friend. I hardly know you. It doesn’t pay to tell your business to strangers. I’m driving you to Wyoming. That’s it. I’ll be on my way tomorrow after I get you home.”
    He didn’t like the thought of that. She was too pretty and young to wander around without any protection. But she was right about him getting tired. He decided to talk to her about the dangers of her lifestyle tomorrow in the truck. They’d have plenty of time.
    The waitress arrived with his pie. He ate it slowly, finding himself filled up on the cheeseburger. But he had to finish it after making a big deal about it to Sam.
    As he took the last bite, the waitress returned with their bill. He was surprised but relieved when Sam didn’t reach for the ticket. At last, she was accepting his providing for her. Next, she’d agree to take a room.
    Looking at the total, he called the waitress back. “You forgot to put her salad on the bill.”
    “No, sir. She paid before you got here.”
    He glared at Sam. “You did what?”
    “Let’s not argue in front