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his saddle by a leather thong.
    Connell’s eyes met Faith’s, their message clear. While Tucker was distracted, she let the canelo fall back a bit, quietly slid the plainsman’s heavy Hawken rifle out of its scabbard and held it ready in both hands. At Connell’s nod, she tossed it to him.
    His left hand closed around the barrel. He swung the long gun around in one fluid motion, laying it across his knees with the business end pointed toward Ramsey Tucker.
    “No,” Connell repeated. “I’m staying.”
    Faith saw terrible anger in Tucker’s face, vitriol in his eyes. She also sensed raw fear. He’d met his match in the rough-edged stranger and he knew it.
    The captain’s nervous mount danced beneath him and he jerked hard on its bridle. “What’d you say your name was?”
    “Folks call me Hawk,” Connell offered. “I rode night hawk for Fremont out in California. The moniker stuck.”
    “We could use a good hand with the stock.” Tucker’s voice was filled with false bravado. “You take your turn as a wrangler with the other single men and you can stay.”
    “Mighty neighborly of you.” Connell smiled over at him, his steady regard a warning he’d not be deterred. It wasn’t until Tucker had ridden off that the smile became truly genuine.
    Faith was grinning broadly. “You’ll do.”
    “I thank you, ma’am.”
    “And quit with that false politeness, will you? If I’m going to call you Hawk, you’d just as well call me Faith.”
    “The other respectable ladies would have my hide if I did that, and you know it. Think of all the loose talk that kind of familiarity would cause.”
    “Let them talk. It’s gotten so I don’t give a fig what they say.” Faith was warming to her subject. “Every one of them has stood by while Ramsey Tucker abused my animals and ordered me around like some worthless chattel. The way I see it, you’ve earned the right to call me anything you like.” She giggled. “Did you see the look on his despicable face when I tossed you that rifle?”
    “That, I did.” Connell sobered. “I should have thought to strap on my forty-four again once I left town. Did it hurt you to lift the Hawken?”
    “Honestly? A bit. But it was worth every twinge to see Tucker running off like a mangy cur with his tail twixt his legs.”
    “Do you have a pistol of your own?”
    “Papa’s Colt Walker. Why?”
    “Because I intend to drive, eat and sleep with my revolver. I want you to begin wearing yours, too, right out where everybody can see it.” With a grin he added, “I assume you have extra cap, ball and powder and know how to shoot.”
    “Of course I do. What’s so funny? Did you figure I couldn’t handle a gun?”
    “Not at all. I was just marveling at the fact I knew you’d say you could. I assume you’re a good shot, too.”
    “You’d better believe it!”
    She nudged her heels against the horse’s side to keep him in line with the front of the wagon. Whether Hawk McClain was teasing her or was dead serious, at least he’d quit assuming she was totally helpless. For a man like him, that was pretty good progress, considering they barely knew each other.
    “I never shoot animals for sport,” she warned. “Only when we need food.”
    There was genuine admiration in his tone when he said, “You’d make a good Indian. Little Rabbit Woman would have liked you a lot.”
    “Who?”
    “Little Rabbit Woman. She was my Arapaho wife,” Connell said quietly. “In another life. She died a long time ago.”
    Empathy flooded Faith’s heart. “I’m so sorry.”
    “I believe you actually mean that.”
    “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”
    “Because she was an Indian and I’m not. Lots of folks would hold that against me.”
    “Do you think Irene will?”
    Connell shook his head, a look of benevolence and calm on his face. “No. Not Irene. We haven’t seen each other in years, but I wrote and told her all about my past with the Arapaho before she made the final