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measuring the space for a baby to grow.
    “Go on,” Reno said.
    He knew his voice was too deep, too husky, but there was nothing he could do about it, any more than he could control the heavy running of his desire, no matter how foolish he knew it was to want the calculating little saloon girl.
    The heat from her body was like a drug seeping through his skin and being absorbed into his blood, making it harder with each heartbeat to remember that she was just one more girl out to get whatever she could by using her body as a lure.
    Then Reno realized that Eve had said nothing more. He looked up and saw her watching him with yellow cat’s eyes.
    “Going back on your word so quickly?” Eve asked.
    Angrily Reno lifted his hand.
    “I think it must be 1580,” Eve said.
    “More like 1867,” Reno retorted.
    “What?”
    Without answering, Reno looked at the frail cotton of the camisole, which served only to heighten rather than to conceal the allure of Eve’s breasts.
    “Reno?”
    When he looked up, Eve was afraid she had lost the dangerous game she was playing. Reno’s eyes were a pale green, and they burned.
    “It’s 1867,” he said, “summer, we’re on the eastern edge of the Rocky Mountains, and I’m trying to decide if I want to hear any more fairy tales about Spanish gold before I take what I won in a card game.”
    “It’s not a fairy tale! It’s all in the journal. There was a Captain Leon and someone called Sosa.”
    “Sosa?”
    “Yes,” Eve said quickly. “Gaspar de Sosa. And a Jesuit Priest. And a handful of soldiers.”
    Through a screen of thick brown eyelashes, she watched Reno warily, praying that he believed her.
    “I’m listening,” he said. “Not real patiently, mind you, but I’m listening.”
    What Reno didn’t say was that he was listening very carefully. He had tried to retrace the trail of the Espejo and Sosa expeditions more than once. Both expeditions had found gold and silver mines that had yielded vast wealth.
    And all of their mines had been “lost” before their riches ran out.
    “Sosa and Leon were given license to find and develop mines for the king,” Eve said, frowning as she tried to remember all that she had learned from the Lyons and the old journal. “The expedition went north all the way to the land of the Yutahs.”
    “Today we call them Utes,” Reno said.
    “Sosa followed Espejo, who was the one who gave the land the name of New Mexico,” she said hurriedly. “And he was the one who called the routes leading out of all the mines and back to Mexico the Old Spanish Trail.”
    “Nice of them to write in English so you could figure all this out,” Reno said sardonically.
    “What do you mean?” Eve asked, giving him a quick glance. “They wrote in Spanish. Funny Spanish. If s the very devil to puzzle out.”
    Reno’s head lifted sharply. Eve’s words, rather than her body, finally had his full attention.
    “You can read the old Spanish writings?” he asked.
    “Don taught me how before his eyes got too bad to make out the words. I would read them to him,and he would try to remember what his father had said about those passages, and his grandfather, too.”
    “Family tales. Fairy tales. Same difference.”
    Eve ignored the interruption. “Then I’d write down what Don remembered in the journal’s margins.”
    “Couldn’t he write?”
    “Not for the past few years. His hands were too knotted up.”
    Unconsciously Eve laced her own slender fingers together, remembering the pain the old couple suffered in cold weather. Donna’s hands had been little better than her husband’s.
    “I guess they spent too many winters in gold camps where there was more whiskey than firewood,” she said huskily.
    “All right, Eve Lyon. Keep talking.”
    “My name isn’t Lyon. They were my employers, not my blood relatives.”
    Reno had caught the change in Eve’s voice and the subtle tension in her body. He wondered if she was lying.
    “Employers?” he