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White-faced and quivering, Miranda pressed her forehead against the cold adobe wall. The fried bread had come up so fast that she’d barely made it around the back of the commissary before the retching heaves had struck. Now the worst of the nausea had passed, but she still felt weak and shaky. Never again, she vowed, gagging on the vile aftertaste; not for any cause on earth would she let herself be bullied into eating such revolting food!

The brackish water in the canteen Ahkeah had passed her had only made matters worse. Straight from the Pecos, he’d said. Good heavens, was that all the Navajos had to drink? Had he offered it to prove yet another of his wretched points? Oh, what she wanted to say to that arrogant, insufferable—