"What is it?" he asked quietly, his eyes full of concern. "What have you been doing that's so terrible?" A great shudder of anguish moved through Velvet. Once he learned the truth Hank would never forgive her, but there had been enough running away, and she couldn't bring herself to lie. Not to this man. She accepted the handkerchief he offered and dried her face. "Things was hard after Pa and Eldon died," she managed to say, mopping at her eyes again. Hank nodded, his gaze tender, silently urging her to go on. Velvet drew in a deep breath and gripped a picket of the gate in one hand. For the first time in her life she thought she might faint. "I did cleanin' work mostly till I came to Fort Deveraux. I'd heard I could make a lot of money here, washin' clothes for the soldiers." She paused and looked away for a moment, drawing strength from the orange and crimson blaze of the setting sun. "I found out soon enough that there were a lot of other women here lookin' to wash clothes--there just wasn't enough work to go around. I--I ended up takin' money from men." For a moment Hank just stood there, the color draining out of his skin. "For what?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. Velvet felt as though she was being torn apart piece by piece, organ by organ. She lowered her eyes for a moment, then met Hank's gaze squarely. He knew--she could see that--but he was going to make her tell him. "For sleepin' with me," she said. With a muttered exclamation Hank turned away, his broad shoulders stiff beneath the rough, plain fabric of his shirt. Velvet reached out her hand, then let it fall helplessly to her side. She'd lost him a second time, and the experience was a cruel one. She doubted she'd ever recover from it. "I'm sorry," she whispered. He whirled so suddenly that Velvet was startled and leapt backward. His face was taut with anger and pain. "You were my woman," he whispered with hoarse fury. "How could you have let another man touch you?" The resilience that had allowed Velvet to survive the many hardships life had dealt her surged to the fore. She advanced on Hank, raging. "I wasn't your woman. I wasn't anybody's woman. I was all alone in this world, and I did what I had to do!" Hesitantly Hank lifted his hand to her face. His thumb brushed away a tear. "There wasn't a day or a night that I didn't think about you, Velvet." She hugged herself, afraid to hope or trust. "I didn't love none of those men," she said miserably. "I could only stand lettin' them touch me because I pretended they was you." Hank's smile was soft and infinitely sad. "I'm not going to lose you again because of pride," he said. "I don't like that you took money from those men, but I figure I love you enough to get by that in time. All that really matters to me is now, Velvet. Now and next week and next year, and all the years after that, when you and I are going to be together." Velvet hardly dared to believe her ears. She'd had very little good fortune in her life; she didn't know how to deal with much besides trouble. "Folks around here won't ever forget--there'll be talk--" He laid two fingers to her lips, silencing her. "I don't care," he said. "I've found you. That's all that's important." With a sob, Velvet let her head drop against Hank's sturdy chest. Tenderly he enfolded her in his arms. "Hush, now," he said. "Things are going to be different after this. Very different." An"