Fargo?” the major’s daughter asked.Skye Fargo ran his lake blue eyes across the girl’s willowy frame, the proud breasts pushing up from the shirtwaist of her traveling dress—pale and lightly freckled and sheathing a small jade cameo, the same green of her eyes, hanging by a gold chain. Her shirtwaists had been getting tighter and tighter over the past few days since the party had left Fort Mandan, exposing more and more of her cleavage.The stagecoach was parked in a canyon of White-Tail Creek, in western Dakota Territory. Valeria Howard sat in a canvas chair before the stage’s left front wheel, holding a parasol over her regal head of bright red hair. Fargo sat on the ground ten feet away from her, his back to a boulder, sharpening his Arkansas toothpick on the whetstone perched on his thigh.The soldiers escorting the stage from Fort Mandan had taken their own mounts and the stage’s four-horse hitch down to the creek for water.“Miss Howard, you got no idea,” Fargo said.Her nose wrinkled and her jade eyes glinted snootily as she continued staring at the knife on his thigh.
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