Coley swayed with the gentle rocking motion, her slender body in unison with the man in the saddle. The horse's coat, that had glistened so blackly in last night's rain, now gleamed blood-red in the morning sunlight. On the road below them was a car with two figures watching their approach. Coley recognized one as her brother and presumed that the other was the rancher whose help Danny had sought. Although Coley was relieved at the sight of her brother, she couldn't summon much gladness. The apprehension she had felt last night had not eased with the morning light. Her scarred companion Jason had been even less communicative this morning than he had last night, nodding only a hello when he had entered the cabin to find her dressed and drinking the tea he had left for her. He had informed her that the horse was saddled and he was ready to take her to her brother. And that had been the sum total of the conversation for the last fifteen minutes. There had been so many questions Coley, had wanted to ask him, about her aunt, the ranch and everything.
