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F R A N C I N E R I V E R S

He couldn’t make the words come. He gave a hoarse laugh and tried to

retrieve his old teasing manner, but he couldn’t do that either. “Sorry, but

she took the breath right out of me. How did you meet her?”

“Divine intervention.”

Divine? Michael was in the black pit of Sheol and didn’t even know it.

He had fallen head over heels for a devil with blue eyes and waist-length

blonde hair and a body that would tempt a man into sin and death.

Michael stood. “Come on outside and I’ll show you what I’ve done since

you went off to seek your fortune.”

Paul saw Angel washing his clothes. Nice touch. Did she think doing

him a favor would keep him quiet? She didn’t look their way. He might not

be able to spill the truth about her to Michael, but he sure wasn’t going to let

her off easily.

“Give me just a minute with your wife, would you, Michael? I’ve made a

poor impression staring at her the way I was. I’d like to thank her for breakfast

and for washing my clothes.”

“Do that. Then meet me down at the creek. I’m building a springhouse.

You can help.”

“I’ll be along in a minute.” Paul headed for Angel. He looked her up and

down again, and this time there was no mistake. She was wearing Tessie’s

clothes. He felt hot fury all over. How could Michael give them to her? He

walked up just as she finished shaking out his worn long johns. He expected

her to turn around, but she didn’t. She knew he was there; he was sure of it.

She was just ignoring him.

“Hello, Angel,” he said, thinking that might bring her about quick

enough. She turned, but her expression was cool and self-possessed.

“Angel,” he said again. “That’s your real name, isn’t it? Not Amanda. Correct

me if I’m wrong.”

“I guess I’m found out, aren’t I?” She draped his long johns over the line

Michael had put up for her. “Should I remember you?”

Brazen hussy. “I suppose faces all begin to look alike in your business.”

“And everything else.” She looked him over and laughed. “Hard luck on

the streams, mister?”

She was worse than he expected. “Does he know who and what you are?”

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