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Royce snickered "Davis, don't you think you're a little old for her? You and Fritz are both old enough to be her father"

Three pair of hostile eyes turned on the sandy-haired youth Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke

"And you're too young"

"Too young?" Royce sputtered, puffing up his chest "I'm pert near twenty-one Anyways, yer only a few months older than ed The day was getting hot and it took tooout anyway Her age must have been mentioned at least a half-dozen tier than Royce orking unsupervised Yet working girls his age were usually either wives or soiled doves

Fritz tossed the rest of his coffee at the fire and stood

"Here's Pete"

Pete joined thenarled old hand to indicate his companion

"This here is Chauncey Bordeaux He's going to be ridin' with us to Ashley"

The stateu whose food?"

Bordeaux dis glance He appeared unperturbed by her caustic question

"I'll live off the land," he responded casually

Her laughter lashed out in the clear air, seizing his attention

He tipped his hat back, fixing her with a bright blue gaze that stunned her vocal cords

The laughter gurgled to a halt in her throat His eyes were captivating;, by far the most attractive feature in his darkly handso familiar about that face, yet she was certain she had never otten those eyes

He took a visual survey of her fro shirt buttons A flood of heat washed up her throat to stain her cheeks One dark brow lifted in a quizzical expression "I said so funny?"

She crossed her arms over her chest He wasn't the first male to use that tactic to intimidate her She inclined her head to indicate the endless sand, broken only by an occasional yucca or chickweed "If you can find anything out there to eat, you're welcome to it"

Hopefully her voice soundedBordeaux with an intent expression He started to speak, but Pete cut in

"Bordeaux, this saucy little peach is Cassie Rinehart She's got a sharp tongue, but she could make shoe soles taste like fine steak"

Bordeaux raised his brows again "Oh?"