Chapter 19
Santee looked askance at Raschid, wondering why he’d ridden out with her and Ahmed on one of the ‘in-training’ horses. She looked questioningly at Ahmed, but he shrugged.
She knew Raschid had probably never ridden a horse with absolutely no lineage before, but it didn’t affect the way he handled the horse. His easy skill had the horse on its toes, neck arched and ready for the next subtle instruction.
The man did nothing without a plan. Today, he was dressed like a cowboy, from a broad-brimmed hat to alligator-skin boots. From a distance, he would appear to be just another deeply tanned horseman. The white silk shirt, however, put him on a level far above the common cowboy. So what was his plan?
Raschid rode alongside Santee at every opportunity, his dark eyes caressing her
