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Her drawn-back hair emphasized her thin oval face. Bright gold flecks glinted with a prospector's promised riches under a creek's flow in her blue eyes. Fringed by thick lashes, those eyes made a man forget what he was going to say.
"I tied you so you wouldn't hurt one of us with your thrashing around. Now you're awake, I'll let you loose."
"What makes you think you're safe because I'm awake? Men are more dangerous when they're alert. Ask your husband," he snarled, not sure if his resentment came from his being alive or knowing he owed her a debt his honor would demand he pay.
"He's dead. Besides" her lips flattened into an even narrower line than before. She reached sideways. "I've got all the protection I need."
Trace found himself staring down the twin bores of a double-barreled shotgun.