Whitman couldn’t quite accept the fact the portly conductor was helping them out of the goodness of his heart. There had to be a gain for him. Whit sure as hell hoped it wasn’t a night in Sarah’s bed, or he might have to knock the man into next week. When did he get so emotionally out of control? He could hardly focus on what they were saying as he sat between the young man who loved her and the fat man who wanted her. Whit was the man who had her, but couldn’t keep her. Sarah and her bevy of men. He almost snorted at the thought. She didn’t realize how much being in the room with all of them nearly drove him to run again. Sarah leaned in close at the page he was currently reading. “I don’t see an Abernathy. You were right, Lorenzo. He didn’t travel under his own name.” She stopped and sniffed, then narrowed her gaze at Whitman. “What is that smell?” The sweat from his late afternoon run through the lonely countryside had obviously dried on him, leaving behind an odor she didn’t take kindly to.
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