4Anna hunched down into her coat but still wasn’t close to being warm. The skin on her face was so cold she couldn’t feel it anymore. The frigid air from the harsh winter storm front had seeped into her bones. One strong bump and they’d shatter.
Clamping her jaws together to keep her teeth from chattering, she stared at the barren landscape. Surrounding them was a panorama of rolling plains; the tall, red-tinged golden grasses seemed never ending.
She couldn’t help but wonder if these men knew what they were doing, or even where they were taking her. If Indians showed up now, the three of them would be dead. There was no place to hide.
She stared at Paul’s back as he rode tall in the saddle, his wide-brimmed, flat-crowned black hat pulled low over his face to ward off the falling snow.
