Dougless sat rigidly while Honoria combed Dougless’s thick auburn hair, then pulled it back from her face and braided it. Come back in seven days. “Come on, Dougless,” Robert had said with a smile when Dougless didn’t reply to his question. ' That night the Dutchman in whose wagon he was riding pitched camp on the loneliest stretch of the flatlands
“What about underpants?” Dougless asked. , and for the first time Willem saw the hideous face of the man, the deeply scarred face of the woman he had loved. Best of all, he was the master-tracker. Within minutes, Dougless, a canvas shopping basket at her feet, was trying to decide between mango shampoo or jasmine.
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