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The voice came from behind him, and Wilson turned.

The fire had gone down, and the man was only a shadow against the trees.

But a moment later he brought his horse forward into the light, and Wilson had a good look at him.

He was tall and dark-skinned, a half-breed, Wilson thought.

And he was handsome, despite the long thin scar that slanted across his cheek.