Chapter Twenty-FiveHe stood up in his saddle, forgetting his discomfort for a moment, and waved to her. He grinned as she spurred her horse on, eager to be close to him once more.
They embraced without dismounting, White Dove leaning right over her horse's neck to grip him around the waist. They kissed and she looked into her eyes, smouldering as they were with happiness mixed with the sort of affection Noreen used to give him. He swallowed hard. “Anyone follow you?”
“There are men on the trail,” she said, gesturing back the way she came with her fingers, “Four of them. They are maybe half a day behind.”
Simms chewed at his lip. He grimaced as he eased himself back into his saddle, and touched his side where the bruising was at its worst. “Did you see who they were?”
She shook her head
