“Miss Whitlock, you shouldn’t be out here. I suggest you return to your railcar.”
She tilted her head back. The softness cradling the Major’s mouth belied his firm tone. Even his piercing gaze held a temperate gleam, a marked contrast to the sharp planes and angles of his face.
He was a most captivating man. The crisp uniform added an aura of strength and protectiveness. Any lady on the hunt for a husband might find him the perfect quarry. But she wasn’t in the market for a husband. She first had to see her sister walk down the aisle - then she might consider marriage. It would take a special man to convince her to give up her freedom.
She squinted against the sunlight framing his head in a bright halo. “Why should I go back? What has happened?”
“There was substantial rockslide up ahead. Bits and dribbles are still falling. It isn’t safe.”
A rockslide? She craned her neck to peer around him. Thomas stood with a group of men about fifty yards past the smoke-belching engine. Just beyond the men, a large mound of boulders and soil and uprooted saplings covered the railroad tracks. Her heart fell. Their train was not going anywhere any time soon.