She wanted to be left alone, but that was no longer an option. At some point she might have to face people and their curiosity. The question of where she would go was never far from her mind.
Abruptly, she said, “I’ve gotta go. I have to take care of my mare and some other business.” She nudged the horse forward, but Tyler stepped in front of her and grabbed the bridle’s cheek strap, keeping her horse still. His glance seemed to soften as it rested on her face. She wanted nothing from him, especially the remembrance of what she used to look like, who she used to be.