high above her on the wooden box, the man touched the broad brim of his hat but didn’t remove it. The high noon shadow hid all but the jut of his chin and the mane of light brown hair that hung impudently to his shoulders. Shielding her eyes, Carina squinted up. “Good afternoon.” She made her voice strong. If it came to dickering, she would not be cheated again. “Wagon trouble?” His had a strength of its own. “A broken wheel.” The man gave only a cursory look to the damaged wheel, then eyed the trail