He looked at her. Jane bit her lower lip; her heart was pounding. She felt like a thief who was caught by the hand, and it was very stupid, because she did not do anything wrong. Their eyes met. Earl was sweaty from head to toe. Drops were on his forehead. Black hair grew moist. A trickle of sweat ran down his cheek to the high solid, sharp chin. On the strong neck muscles to clearly show through too I could see the moisture. Jane felt the smell - the smell of a man, mixed with the smell of horses and leather, and mown hay ... Jane's fingers began nervously smoothing her skirt completely smooth.