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Blogathon 2006: Chapter 18.

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Dove silently made his way to the corral to get his horse and get back to where he'd made camp. He planned on collecting his gear, maybe finding his gun, and holing up somewhere to figure out his next move.

There was still no sound coming from the house, but he knew Solitaire wouldn't be out for long and was bound to wake up angry as a cornered rattlesnake. And then he felt the now too-familiar press of cold metal against the back of his neck.

"Shh! Just keep walking to the corral!"

Dove raised his hands away from his body, trying to figure out a way to reach the Bowie knife he'd taken off Solitaire. The pressure against his head wavered, however, and he found the opening he'd been waiting for. Whirling around, he grabbed the wrist of his attacker and found himself staring into a set of green eyes.

"You must be Bliss Lomax," he said. She nodded.

"Let go of my wrist."

"Not a good idea to sneak up on a man with a gun in the middle of night like that."

"Not a good idea to waste time talking in Solitaire's corral, either, so you'll have to trust me. Let's get out of here."

The woman had a point.

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