She smelled the sudden strong aroma of a Swisher Sweets cigar and wondered why she hadn’t earlier when the outlaw had taken her to his gang’s hideout. Had he just lit the dang thing or was it someone else about to discover her hiding spot.
She hadn’t meant to give herself away, but she just couldn’t stop the flow of tears that seemed to fall freely of their own will. She thought she could control that part of her life, but had lost control the moment she had fled the hideout. Now someone had found her and all she could do was pray to god it wasn’t one of them.