"Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it." "You truly do love him, don't you?" Rachel bunched her skirts in her fists and sat down, settling her back against the well. "Tell me. Help me understand." Loretta smiled. "Why I love him, you mean?" Her smile faded, and she sighed. "Oh, Aunt Rachel, how do you explain love? Hunter says it springs up from a hidden place, and I think he must be right. I sure didn't set out to love him or even like him." She shot Rachel a sidelong glance. "I hated Comanches worse than Uncle Henry, remember? But Hunter's a man, a wonderful man. What more can I say?"