Still groggy from the wine and the enervating heat, she rubbed her eyes, wondering who had come to visit and whether she would even unpack her medicines if they’d come for a cure. Then another thought had her eyes widening, and she shot out of her bed and reached for her skirt, which was hanging from a hook beside her dresser. Oh hell, had the ladies said something to the sheriff after all? Could it be him coming to apologize? Or worse, remind her she had to leave? As quickly as shaking fingers would allow, she pulled on her blouse and hooked the buttons up her back, leaving the top few undone. Her hair would just have to hide her state of undress. “Hallo. Honey, you in there, girl?” came a voice she’d recognize anywhere if only for its gruffness. “Letty?” she called out. She opened the door of her wagon and stepped down to the ground to find Letty with her skirts hitched high on either side of her legs, straddling a horse as wide as she was.
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