He took off his shirt, stuck his head under the stream of water, and sluiced more dust from his hair and bare torso. It felt good to be at least a little bit clean again, he thought as he pulled on the fresh shirt. It stuck to his damp skin in places. When he turned toward the house, he thought he saw one of the curtains move slightly as it fell back into place. Had Glory been watching him wash up? Luke didn’t have any false modesty. He knew that many women found him attractive, despite the fact that he wasn’t what anyone would call handsome. And he certainly enjoyed the company of women in return. But even if Glory MacCrae was drawn to him, he wasn’t going to try to take advantage of that to capture her and turn her in for the reward on her head. Such behavior just wouldn’t be honorable as far as he was concerned. He might be just a no-account bounty hunter with more blood on his hands than he liked to think about, but he had his limits. When he went back inside the house, Glory greeted him by saying, “Why don’t you hang your gun belt there on that peg beside the door?”
