How do you do, ma’am. Name’s Ben Tasker.” He watched her shoulders wilt and her whole body began to quiver. Obviously she was badly frightened. “I mean you no harm”, he tried to reassure her. “It’s just that we’ll be traveling together for quite a time, and you can’t go about hiding like this the entire way to Indiana.”
Still, she said nothing. Well, he could wait her out. This whole affair reminded him of the way Indians smoked out their prey by setting fire to a cabin. When the hapless victims could stand the heat no longer, they became easy pickings. He settled in with his back against the bleached log long ago trapped on the river bank, pulled his coon skin hat over his face and pretended to nap. A stubborn one was she. The sun had slid past midday when she finally shrugged her way out of the cape. She kept the left side of her face completely covered with her mobcap, however. But when he viewed her face from her right side for the first time, he had to stifle a gasp. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen!
The one eye he could see was blue. No. more a blue-green—the color of the sea in the shallows. It was large and framed with long, thick lashes that lay on her cheek like a smudges of soot when she shut her eyes against his uncontrolled astonished stare. Before she closed them though, he read their message. The lost seeking look of a trapped animal wasn’t reserved for those with four legs. Poor little creature.