"Did you wish to speak about something ?" she asked impersonally.
Lone felt the flush in his cheeks, which angered him to the point of speaking curtly.

"Yes.

I found your purse where you dropped it that night you were lost.

I was bringing it over to you.

My name's Morgan.
I'm the man that found you and took you in to the ranch." "Oh." Lorraine looked at him steadily.