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Hartley had been looking forward to a rest, but he could see that Sean was not going to stand for it. He was a little surprised to find that he liked Sean enough to alter his plans. Sean was one of the best men hed ever ridden with; his sharp eyes and usually calm ways were a valuable asset. There was much about him that remained a mystery, but Hartley was sure theyd be together for a long time, plenty of time to someday learn it all.
Hartley returned to the cabin without a word, and told Anita to start breakfast. Sean, telling himself to relax, let the matter drop for the time. Just 24 hours later he was calling himself a fool for doing so. He woke and found that Hartley had ridden out, leaving him and Anita alone.
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Sean was in a tower rage as he packed his saddlebags and gear. He hoped to never see Hartley again, because if he did, he was going to strangle him. The woman at the house watched in surprise as he took supplies from the kitchen, leaving disaster in his wake. She then watched from the front door as he rode away from the cabin without a word. Had Sean cared to put his emotions aside, hed have noticed her calm, and understood that Hartley hadnt left for good, and was, in fact, planning to return as soon as possible.
As it was, Sean returned also. Try as he might, he could not find his way out of the hills. It seemed that each trail he found became impassable within several miles of the cabin. Angry and frustrated, he returned late at night, now wishing Hartley was on hand so he could choke the life out of the man. He dropped on his bed, fully clothed and asking himself how hed come to be in this place. At last he fell into a restless sleep.
In the morning Seans mood had not improved. Anita had put some breakfast on the table, but was nowhere to be found. This was fine with Sean, who sat down and ate like hed not had a meal in weeks, still asking himself why hed let himself be suckered in by Hartley.
Having lost his razor, he hadnt shaved since theyd left Tulare, but that didnt stop him from wanting to be clean. I can hardly stand myself, he grumbled as he stripped to the waist after his meal and scrubbed up at the basin that stood next to the cabins only door.
He was just finishing his wash, changing into the last of his clean clothes, when two riders came into the yard, Hartley and another man. Sean was out the door and reaching for Hartley before he could dismount. He yanked the smaller man from the saddle and held him in the air by the front of his vest.