Harrison about Ezekiel. He's an attorney, and I'm sure he could have taken some sort of legal action to discourage the man.'
'Could he keep Ezekiel from following me or threatening me?'
'No, but I could,' he told her quietly.
'How?'
He wouldn't explain. She worried about his intentions for several minutes and then shook her head. 'I don't want you to do anything. Ezekiel can't possibly know where I am now, and when I get to Salt Lake and board the train to New York, I'll be rid of him once and for all.'
'Genevieve, if I found you, why do you think the preacher won't?'
'Because you've lived in the mountains most of your life and you know how to track, but Ezekiel has always lived in the city. He won't find me, and he certainly won't follow me to the East Coast just to get me back in his choir.'
' Salt Lake isn't right around the corner. You're going to have to go into Gramby, then over to Juniper Falls, turn south again and pass through Middleton, swing east through Crawford, and then it's a straight shot down into Salt Lake. Unless you plan to ride hard, that's a good four days away from here. Jones could catch up to you in any one of those towns.'
'If he were following me.'
'Would you worry if you knew he was only a day behind you?'
'Yes, I would. He can be a real nuisance. If he were tracking me, would you know it?'
Of course he'd know. After living in the territory for so many years, a man developed a sixth sense about such things. The skin on the back of his neck would begin to prickle, and an uneasiness would settle in his bones until he backtracked to make certain his instincts were right. Adam had done just that while he'd been following Genevieve, and that was how he had known that Ezekiel and two others were following her all right. Jones might not know how to track someone down, but one of his cohorts certainly knew what he was doing. If Genevieve stayed right where she was, the three of them would catch up with her by late tomorrow afternoon.
Adam considered telling her about Jones now, then decided to let her get a good night's sleep first. She looked exhausted and needed rest. She could worry all she wanted tomorrow.
She waited for him to answer her question, but he changed the subject instead.
'You could take the coach from Gramby, and it will take you all the way to Salt Lake. Do you have enough money to buy a ticket? You mentioned you were low on funds,' he reminded her.
'I have just enough to buy the train ticket.'
'You should ride in the coach. I'll give you what I have with me, but it isn't much. The bank was closed when I left Blue Belle, and I didn't want to wait.'
She yawned again, apologized, and then told him in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't take a cent from him. 'I've never borrowed anything from anyone, and I'm not going to start now. I'll make do.'
Her head dropped down on his shoulder. He was trying to concentrate on the conversation, but she'd cuddled up against him, and her soft, warm body was proving to be one giant distraction. She smelled so good to him, and her skin was just as silky and smooth as he'd guessed it would be. He trailed his fingers down her arm and smiled when he felt her shiver.
She was as warm as a kitten and as stubborn as a mule.
'I'm very happy you came after me, and I'll be sorry to see you leave when we get to Gramby. You will have to escort me that far,' she added with a nod.
'Is that right?'
'You'll worry about me if you don't go with me to Gramby. Think of it as an adventure, Adam.'
'You like adventures, don't you?'
'Yes, I do.'
'Then you should be happy you aren't getting married. You'd have to settle down.'
'With the right man, marriage would be the most wonderful adventure of all, and when I find him, I'm never going to let go.'
He was sorry he'd brought up the topic of marriage. The thought of any other man having such an adventure with Genevieve irritated him. He felt possessive toward her and couldn't understand why.
'Get some sleep, Genevieve. You're tired.'
She closed her eyes. 'I haven't slept much in the past couple of days.'
'You aren't going to sleep sitting up, are you? Don't you have a bedroll with you?'
'Yes, but I don't want to use it.'
'Don't be ridiculous. I'll get it for you.'
'No,' she told him in a near shout. She put her hand on his thigh to stop him from getting up.
She'd sounded as though she was in a panic. Puzzled by her bizarre reaction, he asked, 'Why not?'
'Snakes,' she suddenly blurted out.
'What about them?'
'They slither under the cover and curl up against your feet.'
'Has that ever happened to you?'
'No, but it could, and I'm not willing to take the chance. I'm very comfortable where I am, and I would appreciate it if you didn't touch my bedroll. I spent over an hour rolling up my dresses just so inside, and they'll get wrinkled if you unroll it.'
He gave up trying to reason with her. If she wanted to sit up all night, that was fine with him.
'You're a very stubborn woman.'
'No, I'm not. I'm sensible.'
He snorted in disbelief. She decided to ignore him and tried to go to sleep.
Adam took care of his horse, then got his own bedroll and put it on the ground on the opposite side of the fire. After adding more wood to the flames, he stretched out on top of his cover, stacked his hands behind his head, and stared up at the black sky while he thought about how he would handle the Reverend Ezekiel Jones and his friends.
'Adam?'
'I thought you were asleep.'
'Almost,' she whispered. 'May I ask you something?'
'Sure. What do you want to know?'
'Did you ever think of marrying me?'
'No, I didn't.'
His answer was quick and brutally honest, but she didn't seem to be offended by his admission.
He watched her for a long time. He couldn't figure out why he was so drawn to her, and if he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was acting like a man who was falling in love.
The possibility made him uneasy. He was content with his life, he reminded himself, and he wasn't going to change a thing.
He was just drifting off to sleep when she spoke to him again.
'I dreamed about you.'
Chapter Six
He figured he would have to take her as far as Gramby. It was the least he could do, and there really wasn't any other choice. She was right: he would worry about her if he didn't go along. Besides, he'd never hear the end of it from his family-and he had a sneaking suspicion they'd find out-if he didn't accompany her and make certain she got on the coach. He had considered dragging her back to Rosehill and letting Harrison take some sort of legal action against Jones and his friends to discourage them from harassing her, but he was pretty sure Genevieve would take off again and he'd just end up chasing her.
He felt responsible for her because she was all alone. Like it or not, he was temporarily bound to her, and though it was completely out of character for him to do so, he was determined to interfere in her life.
