Cat Star 9 - Wildcat

by Cheryl Brooks

  “Then again, if he really wants to ride that horse, it might convince him to get his own speeder if we made him walk.”

  “It’d be good for him,” Sara agreed. “Downright therapeutic, in fact.” Though Jerden didn’t appear to need any form of therapy—at least, not the physical type. Overall, he was the fittest-looking man she’d ever seen. And I’ve seen every square centimeter of him. A flash of visual memory shook her to the core. No. Not going there.

  Lynx nodded. “It’ll take some time to bring him around—that, and a little love. You’ll see. Since he came here he’s gotten a reputation as a wild man, but he’s really nothing like this.”

  Love? It was an echo of her earlier thoughts, prompting Sara to wonder whose love he might need, but she bit back her question only to have it replaced by another. “Why would it matter to me what he’s like?”

  “Well, he is your nearest neighbor,” Lynx reminded her. “It would be nice if you two at least got along with one another.”

  “I suppose so.” Considering he’d already lived there for several months without the two of them ever meeting, Sara couldn’t see the relevance. It wasn’t as though she’d ever needed to borrow a cup of sugar from him. Then again, disputes between neighbors were to be avoided whenever possible, and the situation with Danuban had all the makings of a feud waiting to happen.

  “I’ll run the idea past him,” Lynx said. “But I’ll also make it clear that you aren’t interested in selling.” He paused, smiling in that bone-melting way that all the Zetithians she’d ever met seemed to have, with the possible exception of Jerden. “Thanks for not being… nasty about it. He really doesn’t need that right now.”

  “If it had been any other horse…”

  “I know. This one is special.”

  Sara nodded. “Very special.”

  She’d already established herself as a breeder of fine Arabians, but she only had four Andalusian mares, and she hated to dilute their bloodlines by crossing them with one of the Arab stallions. Though they would have been high-quality foals, they wouldn’t hold a candle to Danuban’s offspring.

  If only she could catch the sonofabitch.

  After the call from Lynx, Sara went out to tend her roses, needing their graceful beauty to settle her frayed nerves. As she pruned the spent blossoms and pulled a few stray weeds, she found the sense of balance these tasks always gave her. Peace restored, she went out to the main barn where Reutal, her Norludian stable hand, was leading a bay Arabian back to her stall, closely followed by the mare’s young filly.

  Nodding toward the Andalusians stabled at the far end of the barn, he waved his sucker-tipped fingers and licked his fishlike lips in a lascivious manner. “That Katy mare is so ready, one touch made my tongue hard.”

  Sara rolled her eyes. She’d long since learned to ignore Reutal’s sexual remarks—and because a Norludian male’s tongue did double duty as his sex organ, this comment was definitely sexual. “Thanks, Reutal, but a simple ‘she’s in season’ would’ve done.”

  In the three years he’d worked for Sara, the horses had stepped on Reutal’s flipper-like feet so many times, it was a wonder he could still walk. However, he had the uncanny knack of being able to simply touch a finger to a mare’s lip and know when she was in estrus, which made him a very handy fellow to have on a breeding farm. He could also predict almost to the minute when a mare would foal. Unfortunately, he also liked to sample the “essence” of other females, and the fact that Norludians rarely wore clothing was disturbing to most people.

  “Still true,” Reutal insisted with a cheeky grin. “Can’t lie to the boss.”

  “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

  Drania popped her head up over a stall door, her piglike ears pricked forward through the snowy fleece of her curly hair. “Did you find the stallion?”

  A Rutaran native, Drania’s body was similar to that of a chimpanzee—though not nearly as hairy—which made her an absolute wizard when it came to starting the young horses under saddle. She could leap onto the back of an unruly colt, clinging like a burr until it finally settled down. Sara had yet to see one throw her.

  Sara sighed. “Yeah, I found him. He’s on Jerden Morokovitz’s place. Trouble is, Jerden wants to keep him, and Danuban doesn’t seem to care that I’ve got four mares over here that are dying to meet him.”

  Reutal snickered but somehow managed to keep his mouth shut—for once. Sara knew it was simply a matter of time before the comments about Jerden began but was thankful for the respite. “Where’s Zatlen?”

  “Over at the stud barn,” Drania replied. “He was going to check on the yearlings and feed the stallions.”

  Sara nodded. “I need to go over there myself. After meeting Danuban, something tells me that paddock isn’t going to be enough to keep him in.”

  Reutal waggled his eyebrows. “A real wild man, is he?”

  “Yeah. I certainly couldn’t catch him. Dunno how well he can jump, but we may have to add another rail to the fence.”

  “And Jerden wants to keep him?” Drania asked. “How?”

  “Beats the shit out of me,” Sara replied. “He was riding him without so much as a halter, but I couldn’t get near him.”

  A chill ran down her spine as a booted footstep behind her heralded more bad news, and she suppressed a groan.

  “I know the feeling,” Nate said. “You’re a hard woman to get close to, Sara.”

  Mentally counting to three before she turned around to face him, Sara did her best to maintain a neutral expression. Nate always rubbed her the wrong way, and she didn’t appreciate him sneaking up behind her. At least she wasn’t alone.

  Reutal was well aware that Sara didn’t particularly care for Nate and seldom missed the opportunity to make a quip at his expense. This time, Nate had left himself wide open. “Must be your aura keeping her away, Nate. But then, I’ve noticed that flies don’t like you, either.”

  Nate shot a disdainful glance at the Norludian before directing his gaze at Sara. “You need to teach your hired help to watch his mouth.”

  It was quick, but Sara saw Reutal’s tongue dart out in the silent, Norludian version of fuck you.

  Sara faked a cough, covering her smile with her hand. “Haven’t met anyone yet who could control a Norludian’s mouth. I gave up a long time ago.” It wasn’t true, of course, but Nate didn’t have to know that. She’d made it very clear at the outset that while Reutal could talk all he liked, she was the boss, and therefore off-limits in terms of romantic liaisons.

  “Any luck finding your stallion?” Nate asked. “Damn shame, him running off like that.”

  Sara wasn’t fooled. She knew Nate was fishing for her to use his stud, Kraken, though why she would want to breed her mares to an unapproved stallion when Danuban was around defied explanation.

  “Oh, haven’t you heard?” she said blithely. “He wound up on Jerden Morokovitz’s place. He’ll be bringing him over soon.” Or so she hoped.

  Nate’s steely blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Is that so?”

  Sara nodded. “Yes, and you should see that man ride,” she said, not bothering to hide her admiration. “He doesn’t even need a bridle.”

  Nate’s brow rose, albeit very slightly. “Never knew Zetithians were any good with horses. Best I can tell, all they do is steal women from other men.”

  Sara was surprised at just how much this comment galled her. “Hadn’t noticed that.” Her shrug was carefully indifferent. “But then, I don’t get out much.”

  “Had one stolen from you, Nate?” Reutal’s tone was all innocence, but his bulbous eyes were aglow with mischief.

  Sara doubted it. Tall, blond, and ruggedly handsome, Nate was one of the region’s more eligible bachelors. What Sara couldn’t understand was why he kept dogging her—if this was romance, she wanted no part of it. His attentions were too… cal
culated, and like most men, he made her feel uneasy. Since she’d never been pursued for herself alone, she could only conclude that he wanted something from her.

  Other than a trace of irritation marring his chiseled features, Nate gave no indication that he’d even heard Reutal, addressing Sara instead. “I’ve noticed that about you, Sara. Nimbaza isn’t exactly the playground of the galaxy, but there are some nice restaurants and clubs. Places a man can take a woman that are a little more”—his eyes swept the interior of the barn, ending with a sidelong glance at Reutal—“private.”

  Oh, God. Is he asking me for a date? “I’m sure there are, but I don’t have the time for it. Too much work to do.”

  He took a step closer. “You know what they say about all work and no play, don’t you?”

  Though a tremor of fear ran up her spine, Sara lifted her chin slightly. “I don’t put much stock in that crap.”

  Nate’s retort was cut off by the sound of approaching hoofbeats.

  Sara glanced up as Jerden entered the barn astride Danuban, the pair of them seeming more like a centaur than two separate beings. The black leopard stalked alongside them like a warlock’s familiar. As they came to a halt a few paces away, tingles raced over Sara’s skin and a hush fell over the barn. Even the birds nesting in the rafters ceased their incessant chirping.

  Jerden’s eyes met hers with an impact Sara could almost feel.

  “I brought your horse back.”

  Chapter 3

  Sara had the satisfaction of seeing Nate’s jaw drop, though she didn’t know whether it was due to the perfection of the horse or the entire picture they presented. At least Jerden wasn’t naked this time—if a loincloth qualified as clothing.

  For a long moment, no one moved or said a word. Drania was the first to spring into action, snatching up a halter and lead rope from a nearby hook. Danuban’s head was so high she had to climb up his neck to buckle it in place. The surprising thing was that the stallion actually stood still for it.

  Sara passed by Nate without a glance and took the lead from Drania. Jerden dismounted, landing on his feet as easily as a cat, his glowing eyes still fixed on Sara. “Lynx said you would allow me to ride him.”

  “That’s right,” Sara said.

  Jerden nodded. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” Drania whispered breathlessly, an expression of adoration on her pixieish face.

  Barely acknowledging Nate or anyone else, Jerden turned and started toward the entrance, the huge cat padding along behind him. Noting Jerden’s bare feet, Sara was about to offer him a ride home in her speeder when Nate broke the silence with a snort.

  “You see?” He nodded toward Drania, who was still gazing after Jerden with speechless admiration. “Even Rutarans fall all over them.” Nate’s glare followed Jerden out of sight. “Fuckin’ man-whore.”

  Sara didn’t have the opportunity to comment, for just then, Danuban tossed his head and let out a ringing neigh, nearly yanking the rope out of her hands. For a moment, Sara thought he would go charging after Jerden, but then Katy put her head over her stall door and nickered. The stallion surged forward, dragging Sara along with him.

  “Sorry, Nate,” she shouted over her shoulder. “Duty calls.”

  ***

  Jerden couldn’t blame Sara for not wanting to sell her horse. And he couldn’t blame the horse for wanting to stay with the mares. But that man standing there in the barn with Sara irritated the hell out of him.

  He’d arrived right in the middle of… something. An argument, perhaps? He had an idea that tempers had been about to flare. It was none of Jerden’s business whom Sara Shield argued with, but nevertheless he caught himself listening for the sound of voices as he headed for home. Stopping as he reached a small stand of trees, Jerden waited until he saw the man storm out of the barn and climb into his speeder, his anger clearly evident in every move he made. As the speeder screamed off toward the road leading north, Jerden wondered who he was. Perhaps Lynx could tell him—or he could ask Sara when he returned the next day.

  All the walking back and forth would take up a fair amount of the day, since Jerden had three hundred acres of land himself, and Sara’s farm was probably of a similar size. It wasn’t quite as tiring as running up and down the mountain slopes and wasn’t anywhere near as rocky, but for once he didn’t feel the need to exhaust himself. He could easily walk back and forth between their farms without shoes, for smooth turf covered the gently rolling landscape, the occasional grove of trees dotting the hills.

  The line between Sara’s land and Jerden’s was quite evident, for his wasn’t nearly as well kept. Her tractor droid worked the hay fields and pastures on a regular basis—seeding, fertilizing, mowing, raking, and baling hay. Farther out toward the surrounding mountains were fields of oats, which provided her horses with grain and bedding. The horse barns and pastures were nearer to the house, each section of the farm ringed by the regulation firebreak—something Jerden wasn’t required to have due to the location of his house, which was situated beside a lake at the foothills of the mountains.

  The open grasslands were prone to wildfires started by the fierce storms that swept through the region during the rainy season, but Jerden hadn’t seen any yet. The greatest danger of fire came at the end of the dry season, when the lightning from the early storms set the parched grass aflame and spread across the open plain. According to Lynx, those fires only posed a danger to buildings and unharvested grain. Afterward, the grass grew up from the ashes, turning the blackened land to green in a matter of days.

  Since they were currently in the latter part of the rainy season, the weather was warming up, but the rains were still frequent enough to keep the fields green and the grass cool between Jerden’s toes. Later on, the heat would drive him indoors, which was something he wasn’t looking forward to. Out here in the open, he could forget his previous life and nearly everything about it. Terra Minor wasn’t exactly like Zetith, with its shady forests and rushing rivers and streams, but it was closer to home than Rhylos or the refugee ship had been.

  Like many others on that ship, Jerden had felt cramped and stifled. He’d spent several months on Terra Minor before he, Onca, and Tarq had come up with their plan for a brothel on Rhylos, a planet where pleasures of all kinds were available to anyone. The playground of the galaxy, Rhylos hadn’t had much in the way of open fields, and the city of Damenk never slept. Nights here were quiet, with only the sound of night birds and the wind breaking the silence. Sometimes that silence had seemed like a curse, but other times, when his sleep was untroubled, he slept the night through, awakening with a feeling that better days lay ahead.

  Jerden wasn’t sure this was one of those better days. After all, he’d just relinquished a horse that he would miss very much, and even though he hadn’t given it up completely, he knew he would be losing something else. Solitude. He could regain it while he walked or rode, but in between times, he would have to interact with Sara and her staff—the greatest advantage being that they were so alien he wouldn’t see Audrey or her murderer in their eyes.

  Jerden slowed to a halt as the realization struck. He hadn’t seen either one in Sara Shield’s eyes. And he’d been staring right at them.

  He had no idea how long he’d stood there, his mind a total blank while the world kept spinning and the sun shone down on his shoulders. At last, Cria grew impatient, stropping herself against his leg, recalling him to his surroundings. Standing at the crest of a low rise, he was gazing out across his land, the lake in the distance mirroring the sky and the mountains beyond. But it wasn’t his land he was seeing—at least, not the way he knew it to be. It was smooth and green, dotted with flowers, shady trees, and grazing horses.

  Blinking against the brilliance of the shining vision, he glanced down and saw that his feet were planted on the dividing line between the two properties. When he raised his
head, he saw that his land was as rough and wild as it had ever been. Turning to compare what he’d envisioned with Sara’s farm, he saw that it was very similar—prosperous, pastoral, and peaceful, but without the lake and mountains.

  Cria nudged him again.

  “You’re right,” he said. “It’s time we went home.”

  The dogs spotted him as he rounded the lake and the whole pack ran out to meet him—the six he recognized, plus one more. At least, he thought it was a dog. It looked more like a little rat, but it was barking. Jerden wondered when all the dog owners in the region would come round to collect their missing pets, though none had appeared to be well cared for when they arrived.

  They were certainly cleaner now and had each picked up weight. What amazed him most was that Cria hadn’t eaten any of them. Although he fed her regularly, he’d seen her catch the occasional field rat, so he knew she went hunting, but she had never bothered his other pets.

  The house had been uninhabited for a year or more when Jerden moved in, and though there had been plenty of evidence that rodents had taken shelter there, he hadn’t seen any mice in a long time, thanks to the smaller cats, despite the fact that his door normally stood open. He’d only closed it when Sara was there because he didn’t want to talk to her anymore.

  He now realized that may have been a mistake, particularly in light of what had happened since. He’d been rude and inhospitable, something that went against his nature, as well as his upbringing. But he’d also been hurt. He wouldn’t have admitted it at the time, not even to himself, but it was true. And it wasn’t because she wanted her horse back. No, he was hurt because she hadn’t wanted him—as a man or anything else.

  It wasn’t as though hundreds of others hadn’t wanted him, and he’d made love with most of them, fathering children on a large percentage. Why it should bother him that this one particular female wasn’t interested in him was a mystery. He still hadn’t reached the point where the scent of a woman’s desire could affect him. The little Rutaran had smelled as cute as she looked, but his own arousal was as elusive now as it had been at the moment of Audrey’s death.