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That was what she thought she tasted on his lips: realness and strength and the utter spring freshness of new beginning. When his lips left hers she opened her eyes reluctantly.

He took a step back from her and she read a different truth entirely in his eyes. They were suddenly both shadowed and shuttered.

It hadn’t been hello at all. It had been goodbye.

Then Sullivan straightened and smiled slightly—that cynical my-heart-is-made-of-stone smile.

“Sarah,” he said softly, “you’ve got your hands full trying to save this town. Don’t you even try to save me.”

Then he turned and walked through his open door. He was alone, even though the puppy was with him. He was the gunfighter leaving town. Not needing anyone or anything. Not a woman and not a dog.