He looked away and saw the red rim of the sun pushing up above the hills.

And colour poured up the throat of Kate Cumberland, up even to her forehead beneath the blowing golden hair.
Haines jerked his sombrero lower on his head.

A curse tumbled up to his lips and he had to set his teeth to keep it back.
"But I have heard his whistle." Her lips moved but made no sound.
"Five other men heard him." She cried out as if he had hurt her, but the hurt was happiness.

He knew it and winced, for she was wonderfully beautiful.
"In the willows of the river bottom, a good twenty miles south," he said at last, "and I will show you the way, if you wish." He watched her eyes grow large with doubt.
"Can you trust me ?" he asked.

"I failed you once.