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Oh, they’ll come. Yer plenty young still. Got time to find someone who’s worth it to ya, he said gruffly, nodding his head. Reno didn’t think Amalia would run into any trouble when it came time for her to want a mate and possibly even a family. It sounded as though she was fond of children. The cowboy had never been much good with them. He could teach them how to fish, teach them how to hunt, he could show them the lay of the land, or he could teach them how to kill. There weren’t much more he had to offer to young ones.

If ya decide on it, I’m sure it’ll be a fine thing. Take yer time, though. No sense rushin’ into anything. Man who really loves ya will wait as long as he needs.

Reno offered a crooked smile. He believed it was best to keep his thoughts on children to himself. There was no sense putting those ideas out there, no sense in spoiling the positivity she had shared only moments before. He knew she’d be fine. Something in his gut said it was true.