Her eyes were sleep groggy, her hair a wild tangle of blonde curls where it fell down her back. He noticed his bandana wrapped around her hair at the base of her neck and bit back a smile. The dress she wore, expensive from the look of it, was dirty, the white lace around the collar dingy and the shiny blue material had a small rip in the skirt. She was a mess but he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more alluring. When she was on her feet, he left her standing by the horse and cleared out a small spot by the boulders. It wasn’t the best accommodations but they’d have to do. Walking back to the horse, he grabbed his bedroll, spread it by the rocks and turned to face her. “Get some sleep. We’ll have to cut out before first light and I want to make it to the Montana border by midday tomorrow.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. “You’ve got to be joking.” He grinned and walked back to the horse. “Afraid not. Now either use that bedroll or I’ll use it myself.”
