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Chapter 2, Saunders Coleson: To say the cave Saunders shared with Alegria was cramped would have been an understatement. While both were armed with the mountain men’s crude spears, neither could sleep without the fear of waking to the searing pain of impalement by the other. Saunders knew this was no way for the pair to reach detente. Keeping the small fire going gave him a reason to stay awake and keep a watchful eye on the woman who earlier in the day ruled his life. Where once she considered him her slave, now he was free once again. He was certain she would do what she could to reverse that standing. The woman’s constant pacing, huffing, and lack of real words nearly drove the former priest to running her through himself. If his legs weren’t still cramped from the cold, he might have