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| Excerpt from Protecting Jennie |
Emporia, Kansas
April 1897
From the edge of the depot's crowded platform, Jennie Andrews peered over her shoulder again and scrutinized
the strangers' sunlit faces. Nervously she tapped her silk reticule against the folds of her deep green
traveling suit. When her gaze landed on a tall, powerfully built man wearing a black sack suit and leaning
lazily against the red station building, she froze. Was he watching her?
Without changing his position, the man stuck a hand-rolled cigarette into his mouth and lit it with a match
swiped on the rough, planked wall. Wisps of smoke curled upward past a face shadowed by a faded black Stetson.
His hair, as black as the jet beads Jennie had left behind, reached unfashionably to his shoulders. And yet, the
length of it looked right on him somehow.
Jennie swallowed against the sudden prairie dryness in her mouth, wished she could see the man's eyes clearly,
know if they were focused on her. Had he been hired to find her, drag her back to Boston? Despite the warmth
of the spring day's sun, she shivered. The man looked all too capable of carrying out such a task. |
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