Enormous trees, dressed in their best autumn colors, provided shade from the sun in the late afternoon and protection from the cold breeze of early morning.In places the trees were so thick Molly began to feel oppressed by their abundance. Just when she thought she’d give anything for the sight of the sun, the trail curved and the trees thinned out to reveal a meadow or mountain clearing.But even breathtaking beauty can become commonplace, and after three days of mountains, valleys and awe-inspiring vistas, Molly began to long for wide-open spaces. And solitude.Rather than being isolated, as Molly had assumed she and Hawk would be on the trail, they were rarely alone. Looking back at the wagon that currently followed their path, she shook her head with disgust. Another night of a shared evening meal, life histories around a campfire and Hawk sleeping three feet away from her.Most of the travelers accepted Hawk without question, but in the faces of a few she had read suspicion whenever they looked at his ruggedly sculptured face, and speculation when they looked at her rounding belly.
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