A Temporary Family. Sherri Shackelford

order for their plan to succeed. Since she couldn’t let him put himself in harm’s way, she’d have to do this herself.

      She wiped her hands on her skirts and straightened. “I can’t work with my hair unbound like this.”

      She brushed past Snyder and marched toward the last bedroom. Nolan’s room. The room the outlaw hadn’t yet searched.

      Snyder grasped her upper arm in a viselike grip. “I like your hair just fine the way it is.”

      Tilly shot him a quelling glance. “I prefer my hair bound.”

      The painful hold on her arm eased. Snyder let her go and swiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

      “Be quick about it, girlie. I’m hungry.”

      “I’ll be quick as gunfire,” she said over her shoulder.

      If she wanted to live her life as a brave woman who wanted to live a purposeful life, then she’d better start acting like one.