Black Fox looked at Cathleen, who was so tired from the long day of riding that she occasionally slumped in her saddle from weariness. Remorse stabbed him. “I should’ve taken that old couple up on the offer to bed down in their barn,” he said, stepping down from his horse. “I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, Cat. I’m sorry.” “I’m not tired,” she said, straightening up quickly. “Besides, this place is safer. We didn’t know if we could trust them or not.” “They’re fullbloods, old-fashioned in their ways, so they would always protect their guests,” he said. “But I didn’t want to have to be polite and spend half of tomorrow visiting with them. Rainwater or Adair could be here by the middle of the morning.” “I’m just glad they gave us hot food,” she said. “If I can have a decent meal once in a while, I can ride for days.” “You’re such a pampered lady,” he said, teasing her. He went to her horse and reached up for her. “Come on. Let me help you down.
