Steven grinned as though he could see right through her. He was finely dressed, but she could see the bulge of his .45 beneath his suitcoat. "Hello, Miss Emma," he said, taking off his new beaver hat. "Mr. Fairfax," Emma replied, stepping back to admit him. There in the shadowed light of the entryway, he brought a very small box from the pocket of his vest and held it out. "This is for you." Emma fairly lunged for the package, before remembering it wasn't polite to go grasping at things in other people's hands. "You shouldn't have," she said. Steven's eyes glittered with silent laughter. "But I did," he reasoned. "That's true," Emma replied, snatching it from his fingers and ripping off the paper. The package contained a tiny bottle of real French perfume, and Emma's eyes went round at the sight of it. Uncorking the little crystal lid, she held the splendid stuff to her nose and sniffed. Surely heaven didn't smell any better. "Thank you," she breathed, amazed that a cowboy could give such an elegant, costly gift. Even Fulton, with all his money, had never presented her with anything so dazzlingly extravagant. Steven smiled. "You're welcome, Miss Emma. Now, are we going on that picnic or not?" Emma led the way back through the house. "Daisy's fixed us a grand basket." "We'll have plenty to eat then, darlin', because I just picked up a full meal from the hotel." Emma turned and looked at him in surprise. "But the lady always provides the food," she said. "That doesn't seem quite fair, since it was the gentleman who did the asking," Steven replied in a mischievous whisper. Daisy
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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