Mari stepped to the edge of the porch and took one last glance out over the neverending sepia plains. She closed her eyes and tipped back her head letting the day's first kiss of the sun warm her face. With a quick sigh and mental shake, she left the porch and made her way to the stable. She knew some of the men would be up and about getting the workhorses ready to pull the debris from the bunkhouse, but Ty was in his office, writing lists and making orders for lumber and supplies to replace what was lost in the fire.
Ty was distracted, which is what she wanted, but she couldn't help the pit of disappointment and anguish that opened in her belly. If she succeeded, she'd be on her way home to 2014. If she didn't, she'd be dead. Either way, she'd never see Ty again, never touch him again, never feel him against her again. She'd never know his love again.
She swallowed hard against the ball of burning tears in her throat. Espada couldn't kill her. She was already dying inside.