Joe said softly when he was done dragging the bodies off into the brush and kicking some dirt over the blood that was soaking into thirsty soil. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He hunkered down beside what was left of the fire and reached for the coffeepot. He was on his second cup when the woman’s tear-streaked face finally appeared beneath the canvas wagon top. “Are you hungry?” Her only answer was a hesitant nod. Joe stood, his knee cartilage cracking loudly, and walked over to the antelope carcass, where he sliced off a goodly chunk and carried it back to the fire. He replenished the coals to get a good flame to sear the outside of the meat and keep the juices in where they belonged, then laid the meat onto a flat rock that he shoved into the fire. The aroma of roasting meat quickly spread through the clearing where he had made his camp. “Supper’s ready,” he said a few minutes later. “Come and get it.” He was not entirely sure the woman would risk coming near, but if she did not, that was her choice and she was entitled to it.
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