![]() He could hear the wild-caught horses in the corrals moving idly a dozen yards from the little house. The wooden boards of her porch were uneven under his feet. The night air was crisp-spring in the desert. Her childhood had been hard and hadn’t made it easy for her to trust. He knew how hard those words were from this proud woman who did not believe in making herself vulnerable for anyone. “If you would have me, I would be yours,” Maggie said, moonlight softening her fierce young features into something more accessible. There were many things in his years on earth that were faded by time, but not that night. ![]() If he closed his eyes he could still see her, her beautiful bright eyes wet and luminous. Tough and smart and funny-and unexpectedly tender. No warning to brace himself, and he felt as though he’d been punched: Maggie. Then he said, in the same tone, “My wife will ask you to Change her after I’m dead.”Ĭharles had no time to prepare. I don’t know about you.” More seriously he said, “There is a scent to black magic-I would smell it.” ![]() “And Chelsea is no more evil than you or I.” He paused thoughtfully. “Hosteen is not right about everything.” Charles grinned at Joseph’s ironic tones. ![]()
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