Sam gave a light curse as she saw the amount of steam rising up, seems the little water she’d put in the radiator had already evaporated. The cowboy confirmed her fears, ”Well shit, that’s not how I wanted to start my do-over.” She meant her mad dash outta dodge to start anew, but wasn’t about to clarify it for the stranger, handsome as he was.
He offered her a bed or the barn, and both were tempting. ”Whichever yer willing to offer me I’ll take. Gal can’t be picky when she’s plum stuck in the middle of no where and barely a dime to her name.” Hands wiped down the sides of her jeans as she eyed him curiously. ”Guess I owe you some thanks and a name.” Hand held out as she spoke, ”Names Samantha, Samantha Walker, but call me Sam.” She waited for him to take her hand, you could tell a lot from a man by the way he shook hands
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