As the Indian departed, Sallie turned to study the man in
buckskin. Upon closer scrutiny of her rescuer, she wondered if she
was truly rescued or in greater danger. This man certainly looked
tough. He was lean and rangy like his mustang. He had the carriage
and appearance of a man not to be taken lightly. There was several
days' growth of beard on his face and a long, shaggy, iron-gray
mustache drooping from his upper lip. Dark, piercing eyes, now
focused on the departing Indian, peered out beneath heavy brows.
Were he cleaned up, she decided, he might've been somewhat
handsome, in a rugged sort of way. The man on the grulla mustang
scanned the horizon, slowly lowered his rifle, and tucked it into a
scabbard on the side of his saddle.
She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her hips. "What
did he say?" Sallie demanded, hoping she sounded more confident
than she felt.
He shifted his piercing gaze to her, taking in her somewhat
disheveled appearance. In the struggle, some of her light brown
hair with its streaks of gray had escaped the confines of the bun
at the base of her neck. Her dress had a tear down one arm and
another on the skirt. The dark-patterned material was smudged in
places with dust and grime. As he silently studied her from head to
foot, she tried to hide how uncomfortable he made her feel.
Again, she demanded, "What did he say?"
He looked her directly in the eyes. "Said you were too much
trouble, and I was welcome to you," he drawled in a deep baritone
voice.
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