"Watch out for her, Caleb. If the men of Fort Deveraux have the wrong idea about Lily, so do the women--and they'll tear her apart if they get the chance." Caleb frowned. "What are you saying?" "It isn't just those bawds down on Suds Row that Lily has to look out for. Did it escape your notice that the 'good' women at my party snubbed her in that ever-so-gracious way they have? They don't like her, Caleb, and they won't miss an opportunity to let her know it." "Gertrude likes Lily," Caleb maintained. "That will take her only so far. She's prettier by half than any girl on the post, and now she's got that infernal laundry business going. Lily's proud, Caleb, and that's her weakness. They'll relegate her to Suds Row if they can." Caleb resisted an urge to go back to Fort Deveraux, snatch Lily up, and take her with him to Spokane. If she was at his side, no one would hurt her--he'd see to that. "Women," he muttered furiously. Sandra"