He slipped off the horse, not bothering with the tied-down stirrup, and landed neatly in front of her, the dust of the road puffing about his square-toed boots. What he could not forgive, in spite of his attraction to Susan, was that awful smile on Olive Thorin’s face as she watched the girl sitting in what should have been her place. The cunning bastards have set the brush on fire behind us. She felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her again, and she did not resist them.
His face was carefully blank, and Susan thought he might be just the tiniest tad ashamed of his presence here. Besides, they were curious. Then his eyebrow went up. “Come, ye stupid old donkey, before the whole place catches! Then ye can explain to Señor Lengyll why ye st
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