““Miriam really hates for me to ride to and from the ranch alone so your coming along should make her feel better. Right, Miriam?" Miriam cast her a don't-play-my-own-tricks-on-me look. For her benefactress's peace of mind, less than for Rider's knowledge, Willow added, "I've told Miriam she doesn't need to worry about me. I always carry a pistol." Rider's brows shot up. "You pack a gun?" "Uh-huh, an old Colt .45. It was a present from Nick, my oldest brother." "And I bet you know how to shoot it, too." He smiled wryly. "I ain't no quick draw, but I usually hit what I aim at.””
