The next day was warmer as the heavy clouds had moved on. Soon it would be cooler and the rains would come. Anna chose a spot in the river that was as hidden as possible and bathed. She thanked God that no one came and Mr. MacDonald was true to his word. He did not approach. He was a big man and she had felt the hardness of his muscles when he picked her up at the Comanche camp. She had seen that pattern of muscles on his back and knew she was no match in strength. Her respect for him had grown; grudgingly, but grown.
It was a relief to don her slip and skirt. She had fashioned a loop on the band on the left of the open area and put two small ties on the opposite side. By threading one through the loop and tying the two together, the skirt would remain up. She strode back into the camp ar
