Trouble in Disguise
“You followin’ me fer a reason, McCallister?” Miri drawled in Beau Beauregard’s best voice as she stood and brushed the dirt off her buckskins.
“I decided to hold back from coming into your camp for the night until you’d made a fire and put the coffee on. Catch. I brought supper for you to cook.”
“Maybe I don’t want company,” Miri muttered, catching the jack he tossed.
“Get used to it. Until we find the counterfeiter’s plates, we’re partnering.”
Deacon delivered his astonishing opinion and rode past Miri toward her camp, leaving her standing in the dark holding a dead rabbit.