“When Ingaaahh… and I were going through the papers, weeee… found designs for a sss…mmmm… special saddle … harness. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her eyes closing. “How many times have ye’… ye’… ”
“I stopped remembering to count at fifteen… around midmorning.”
MacKenna called as halt, waving the men to join them again. She lowered herself down onto the shaft, her eyes closing. The men watched, confused. MacKenna was surprised to feel her own excitement. Maybe she be under tha weather?’ Around midafternoon, MacKenna held back, waving Max and Anderson to ride on. His grin had turned darker, more like the look he gave her at night before they crawled into the blankets. She could not tell if the Queen was blushing or in the middle of another crest. The Queen nodded, letting her kilt drop back down.
