She looked better. The swelling was gone and her face was purple, the sclera of her left eye still bloodshot, but she looked better. He looked at her a little too obviously, then looked away. Her hair was different. She’d combed it over to try and hide her face while it healed. It was much prettier hair than he remembered. She was a lot prettier than he remembered.
She gave him a strange look. It was the kind of look a woman gives when she is very pleased to see a man but doesn’t want the man to know it. This caused Will some confusion.
A man emerged from behind her, out of the shadows of the hovel. This had to be the man who’d done all the work.
Will nodded. “Señor.”
The man nodded back. He was guarded, uncertain what the gringo wanted.
She spoke quickly to the man and he suddenly became friendlier.
“Ah, one of my sister’s protectors.”
Will grinned broadly. He smiled at the lady who beamed back. It was all right, it would be all right now. The Mule Tamer II, Chica's Ride