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Vincente.
Like many of the wealthy landowners, he's probably grown soft letting others do his work for
him. I believe he's a Spanish don or grandee or
some such."
    Saber bit her lip in vexation. There was no talking to this man; she wasn't even going to
waste her time trying.

    As the day progressed, it warmed up a bit. But
by late afternoon, dark clouds were gathering in
the west. Red and gold streamed through a
break in the clouds, and it looked to Saber as if
an artist had splashed color across the horizon.
    She glanced at Graham Felton and was about
to comment on the beauty of the sky, then
clamped her lips together. She didn't want to
share her thoughts with the likes of him. Absently her gaze fell on his strong hands, which
held his reins in a loose grip. She'd already felt
the strength of those hands, and she shivered,
thinking he could break her bones without even
trying. She wondered what it would be like to
feel those hands run over her body caressingly.
    With a start, she blinked her eyes and blushed at
the impure thoughts she was having about such
an unworthy man. What was the matter with
her? He was the enemy the man who had paid
to have her abducted and she should be thinking only of Matthew. Her thoughts turned to her
fiance. Matthew must be out of his mind with
worry by now. Would she ever see him again?
    The sun was setting by the time Reese called
a halt. Saber dismounted, wishing she had
gloves to protect her hands from the raw cold,
which had intensified with the setting of the sun.

    "Why are we stopping here?" she asked, eyeing him warily. "There is no protection from the
wind."
    "Shh," he cautioned, grabbing up the reins of
both horses and gripping her shoulder, shoving
her against a cliff wall and pressing his hard
body against hers. He removed his gun and
cocked the hammer.
    "What-"
    His head swiveled in her direction, and he
glared at her. Should she scream? she wondered. If someone was out there, they might help
her. His eyes were frosty, and he had the look of
a predatory cat. She decided against calling out,
because she could feel the strength in the body
pressed against hers. She was once more reminded that he could crush her with his bare
hands if he wanted to.
    He was watchful, motionless, as though listening for any sound that might alert him to
danger. When he turned his attention to Saber,
his silver eyes bored into her, and she became
aware of the hard body pressed against her. He
was so near she could see the pores in his skin
and the dark stubble of his beard where he
hadn't shaved for several days. She could smell
the muskiness of him, and something twisted inside her; then something unexplainable ran
hotly through her whole body. It was as if her blood were on fire. He moved slightly, and she
felt his erection swell against her as they became
aware of each other in a new way. For a breathless moment, she thought he was going to kiss
her. His mouth was so close to hers that her lips
parted invitingly.

    In a sudden motion he moved away from her,
and she felt the tension ease. He turned his head
to listen and then holstered his gun.
    She had to swallow several times to take a
gulp of air before she could speak. Her throat
went dry, and her nerves tightened. "Who was
it?" she asked, trying to gather her thoughts and
not think about what had just happened to her
while his body had been pressed against hers.
    "Comanche," he said, turning his head as if he
heard something she couldn't.
    Her eyes widened with fear-she was glad
that she hadn't cried out. The Comanche were
considered the fiercest Indians of all, and the
mere mention of their name struck fear in Texans' hearts. "What would have happened if they
had seen us?" she inquired in a shaky voice.
    "You are fortunate you didn't have to find out.
We are trespassing on their land, and intruders
don't make them any too happy."
    "I don't care if this is Comanche land. I'm
tired,"