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"No." She had, after all, learned a valuable survival tool if she were truly in pioneer timeshow to start a fire.
She'd learned something else, too. Despite his normally remote demeanor, Thorn had a sense of humorwarped though it might be.
She smiled again, though this time perhaps a bit grimly. "Thank you for everything today, Mr. Thorn."
"You are welcome, Miss Walker." Raising his broad chin almost pugnaciously, he opened his mouth as if he had something to acid but quickly closed it again.
He turned, and Mariah found herself alone in the smokehouse.

 
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