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day.”
    â€œSure, but…I suppose I don’t like rides where I could fall asleep in the saddle and not be any worse off.”
    She shrugged and replied, “I guess I don’t think about that since I was born and raised in Kansas. It does me good to feel like I’m the only one on the face of the earth sometimes. After dealing with the likes of Mark Rowlett, I’d think you could understand that.”
    â€œI suppose,” Clint said as he led Eclipse to the lake. “I’m just a little more accustomed to having other things to look at apart from grass.”
    â€œLike what? Sand? Rocks?”
    Now that Eclipse was drinking, Clint could drop the reins and walk over to Lynn. She had her back to him with her arms crossed and her head tilted up into the breeze. Clint stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
    â€œLike you, for one thing,” Clint said. “I’d much rather look at you than a field of grass.”
    Lynn didn’t open her eyes, but she did lean back against Clint and smile contentedly. “I guess I can’t fault you for that.”
    The wind blew some of Lynn’s hair against Clint’s face, filling his nose with the sweet scent of her. Just as he was about to lean in and kiss her neck, Clint spotted something moving in the distance that wasn’t just another patch of long, swaying grass.
    When she felt Clint’s arms leave her waist, Lynn snapped her eyes open and looked around. “What’s the matter?” she asked when she saw Clint rushing toward Eclipse.
    Clint didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he took the spyglass from his saddlebag and put it to his eye. The other horses were a ways off, but they were still too close for Clint’s liking.
    â€œLooks like we’re not the only ones out enjoying this fine day,” he said.

NINE
    There was no need to hurry away from the lake. If the men riding those horses were following him, Clint knew they would have already spotted him. Then again, if they were simply passing by, they would have moved on by now.
    â€œLet me see,” Lynn said as she held out a hand.
    Clint passed the spyglass over to her and said, “Be my guest. See if you can recognize—”
    â€œThat’s Mark,” she said quickly.
    â€œAre you sure? You barely even had a chance to get a look at them. Take a good look. From this distance, it could be easy to see a few things that aren’t really there.”
    Lynn kept the spyglass to her eye and shook her head slightly. “I know it’s him, Clint. Those patches of white on his horse make it look like it’s wearing a fancy shirt. I used to tell him that all the time. See?”
    Clint took the spyglass and looked through it again. Before too long, he had to admit, “I can’t really tell too much. I can see some white on the horse, but that’s about it.”
    â€œIt’s Mark’s horse. And since he loves that horse more than anything else, it’s got to be him in the saddle.” She paced and wrung her hands. “He’s following us.”
    â€œProbably.”
    Although she just stood there for the next couple of seconds, there was enough tension building up on Lynn’s face to make her seem more like a teakettle that was about to start whistling. When she reached her boiling point, she stormed over to Eclipse and reached for the rifle hanging from the Darley Arabian’s saddle.
    â€œI’ll finish this right here and now,” she said. “After everything that man’s put me through, I deserve to be the one to put him down like the dog he is.”
    Clint raced forward when he saw what she was trying to do and just managed to catch her hand before she could get the rifle in her grasp. “How about you give me a chance before you do anything too drastic?”
    Lynn nodded. “Sure. You’re probably a better shot than me.”
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