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360 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 6, 2014





The quiet in her settled in his heart. In these moments, the peace that had eluded him all of his life became what she was, his companion. He walked with his past at his side now. He walked with her.
With Jane, all things were possible.
“I never said you were pretty. Well, maybe I did, but I didn’t mean it. I just couldn’t say the other.” He shrugged a little diffidently. “About you being beautiful and all, I’m saying. Partly I kept my tongue in my head because it hurts a mite to look on you that way, like there’s a radiant light coming from you that could blind me if I stare too long.”

Morgan wondered if she had gone to see Dr. Kent about her headaches. It had not occurred to him until now that she might have been hiding them from him. He wondered what stupid thing he had said that might make her think he wouldn’t want to know.

It was true he had some experience with women, but that did not mean he knew them. He recalled Jane’s words. I understand that you’ve had opportunity to beget. He wondered what Jane would have thought if he told her his opportunities had been limited to a few whores, two of whom he paid for a poke, and one who took him upstairs because she felt sorry for him.


“There’s nothing to tell—” He stopped because Jane was already getting to her feet. “Where are you going?”
“To bed. I don’t want to hear that ‘there’s nothing.’ It is the beginning of an evasion. You do not seem to understand that you make me vulnerable when you try to protect me from the truth.” Jane stepped behind her chair and pushed it under the table. She set her hands firmly on the top rail. “The only time you offend me, Morgan, is when you doubt my strength.”
He stopped reading and cocked an eyebrow at Jem. “Looks like it has about every kind of thing in it. Oil of petroleum. Alcohol. Sodium chloride. Tar ex—”
Max said, “That sodium chloride. That’s salt, isn’t it?”
“Fancy salt,” Jem said. “That’s why they call it that.”
No one corrected him.
Morgan picked up his coffee cup. He had it almost to his lips when he said, “I love her.”
No one said anything.
Morgan looked at them over the rim of his cup. “Well?”
Jessop glanced over his shoulder. “Hell, boss, I reckon we all knew that.”

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