Chapter Seventeen
“So that’s the famous major,” Lucas said, trotting slowly on Letty’s left. “Not what I expected.”
“Not what I expected either,” Tom said, on her right. “He’s altered almost past recognition.” He cast a frowning glance back at the distant figure on horseback. “I don’t like that gray. Hope it doesn’t throw him.”
Letty didn’t like the gray either. She twisted in her saddle and watched Reid for a moment. “An unusual man. He seems fairly . . . taciturn.”
“Wouldn’t say that,” Tom said.
Letty waited for an enlargement of this comment, but none was forthcoming. She glanced back at Reid again. He’d disappeared from sight. “So how would you describe his character?”
“Reid? Oh, he’s a great gun. A regular Trojan!”
“Yes, but what’s he like?” she said, exasperated.
Interest spa
