CHAPTER 17
Morgan had ridden all day, with only brief breaks for him and his mount. He stopped and made camp when the sun disappeared over the horizon. He bedded down his horse and built a fire.
After eating some jerky, Morgan placed a cigarette between his lips. He dragged a matchstick across the bottom of his boot, then held the flame over the tip and inhaled. He crouched down and tossed the match into the campfire.
He stared into the ascending orange blaze. He closed his eyes as the warmth pulsed toward his hands and face. The last three days of riding had given him nothing but time. Time to think.
Morgan wanted to get to Helena and find Nita. She’d helped raise him and Warren. If anyone knew anything about the past, it would be her. Morgan just hoped she wouldn’t be reluctant to ta
