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Now look at her, he thought with a wry shake of his head, traipsing through the brush without a care for her dress and wearing that hat like a real rider.

He could hardly believe they’d only met less than a week ago. It seemed more like a month with all they’d been through.

At the base of the rock spire, Delsie stopped. Myles came up beside her. Instead of the lofty height of the formation, her attention seemed riveted on the names and initials carved into the soft rock. There were dozens and dozens of them, some fresh, others growing faint from the effects of the sun, rain and wind.

“Just think how many people have passed by this very rock.” Delsie reached out and traced a name with her finger. “All looking for a new life out West.” Her voice held the same wistfulness it did whenever she spoke of her sister. Did Delsie hold out hope of possibly carving a new life out here, too?

Myles reached into his boot and withdrew his knife. “I say we add our names to theirs.”

Delsie looked from the knife to him, then smiled fully. “All right.”