«Cloves,» Eve whispered a moment later.
«Beg pardon?» Caleb said.
Eve cleared her throat painfully. «Oil of cloves. On his gums. It will sweeten his temper.»
«I’d a hell of a lot rather kick his butt around the barn,» Caleb said, «and I don’t mean Ethan.»
Reno’s head came up. He gave Caleb a hard look. Caleb gave it right back.
«Yuma man,» Reno said coldly. «I’d think you’d be the last one to be taken in by a pretty face.»
Reno reached under the dun’s belly, shot the long leather strap through the cinch ring, and began tightening the cinch with hard, quick motions of his hands. His words were the same — hard and quick.
«You went into the wilderness with Willy, an innocent girl who wanted love.»
Leather hissed over leather.
«I’m going into the wilderness with an experienced little cheat who wants half of a gold mine.»
Reno snapped the stirrup into place. The creak of leather was like a cry in the silence.
«If we find the mine, I’ll have to look sharp or she’ll steal me blind and shoot me in the back, or leave me to be shot up by the likes of Jericho Slater,» Reno concluded harshly. «She’s done it before.»
From the house came the sound of an iron triangle being struck with a metal wand as Willow called the men in for breakfast.
Reno yanked Eve’s saddlebags off the corral fence, took the bedroll from her hands, and secured both behind her saddle. When he finished, he spun around, picked Eve up, and dumped her in the saddle.
Only then did he turn to Caleb.
«Tell Willy good-bye for us.»
Reno sprang into the blue roan’s saddle like a big cat. A swift motion of his hand jerked Shaggy One’s lead rope free of the corral rail. He wheeled Darlin’ around and touched her with his spurs.
The mustang headed out of the yard at a brisk canter. The two Shaggies and the lineback dun followed.
So did Caleb’s voice.
«Run while you can, you hardheaded son of a bitch. There’s nothing stronger than a silk rope. Or softer!»
RENO knew they were being followed. He pushed the horses hard from dawn until dusk, covering twice as much ground as a normal traveler would, hoping to wear down Jericho Slater’s horses.
Right now Slater had the advantage, for his long-legged Tennessee horses were faster than the mustangs. In the desert, the advantage would quickly switch. The mustangs could go faster and longer on less food and water than any horse Slater had.
Not once through the long hours of riding did Eve complain about the pace. In fact, she said nothing at all except in response to a direct question, and Reno had very few of those.
Gradually Eve’s anger gave way to curiosity about the land. The high, open country was slowly filling her with both peace and a heady sense of being on the edge of a vast, undiscovered land.
To her left a high, ragged mesa rose, covered with pinon and juniper. To her right were the rolling slopes of low, pine-covered ridges. Behind her was a beautiful valley bounded by granite peaks, rugged ridges, and the immense, shaggy mesa with its cliffs of pale stone.
Even without the journal to guide her, she knew they were slowly descending from the green and granite heights of the Rockies. The land itself was changing beneath the agile feet of the mustangs. Foothills melted into plateau tops separated by steep, stream-cut ravines. Rocky stream banks had been replaced by dirt banks deeply cut and sandy tongues in river bends. Sandstone and shale had replaced granite and slate.
Graceful aspens and dense stands of fir and spruce had given way to cottonwoods and pines, pinon and juniper. Scattered, big sagebrush appeared in place of scrub oak. Clouds gathered and thunder rolled down from the peaks, but no rain fell at the lower elevations.
And over all loomed the dark mesa. Eve could not take her eyes from the ragged thrust of land, for she had seen nothing like it before. Plants grew on the mesa’s steep sides, but not enough to conceal the starkly different layers of stone beneath. No rivers or creeks drained its ragged length. No water winked from its ravines. No tall trees grew on its crest.
The map in the Spanish journal hinted that the mesa was only the beginning of the changes. It was the lip of an enormous, high plateau that was as big as many European nations. Ahead, beyond the setting sun, the plateau’s highlands fell away in immense stone steps that ultimately unraveled into countless stone canyons.
Eve couldn’t see the stone maze, but she sensed it just over the horizon, an end to the mountainous terrain that had begun in Canyon City and had continued for hundreds of miles.
The stone maze was a land of awesome dryness where no rivers flowed except after storms, and then only briefly. Yet at the bottom of the deepest canyon was a river so mighty that it was like death itself; none who crossed its boundaries returned to speak of what lay on the other side.
Eve wanted to ask Reno how such a thing could be, but did not. She would ask for nothing from him that wasn’t part of the devil’s bargain they had struck.
And the thought of having to keep that bargain — of giving herself to a man who thought her a liar and a cheat — was like ice congealing in her soul.
Surely Reno can’t keep on believing that. The more we’re together, the more he must see that I’m not what he thinks I am.
As Reno had all through the day, he turned and checked the back trail. At first Eve had thought it was concern that she would cut and run that kept Reno so alert. Gradually she had realized it was something else entirely.
They were being followed. Eve sensed that at the same instinctive level as she sensed the woman-hunger in Reno whenever he looked at her.
She wondered if Reno was like her, remembering the two rods touching, clinging, joined by secret currents, shimmering with unknown possibilities. She had never felt anything like it in her life.
Throughout the long hours on the trail, the memory haunted Eve. Each time it returned, it sent frissons of wonder and excitement through her, undermining her anger at Reno.
How could she be angry at a man whose very flesh and soul matched hers?
He felt it as clearly as I did.
He can’t believe I’m no better than my cheap red dress.
Surely he understands. He just too mulestubborn to admit he was wrong about me.
The thought was as alluring to Eve as the possibility of Spanish gold somewhere ahead in the wilderness, hidden from all other people, waiting to be discovered by whoever was brave or foolish enough to risk the dangerous stone maze.
«WAIT here.»
Reno said no more. Nor did he need to.
Eve reined in her tired mount, took the lead rope of Shaggy One, and watched Reno leave without asking where he was going or why. She simply sat on her horse and waited for his return with a patience that came from exhaustion. Around her, the last colors of the day drained from the sky, leaving twilight behind.
It was full dark when Reno reappeared as silently as a wraith. The Shaggies and the dun were too busy cropping the scant grass to bother calling a greeting to their trail mate. The blue roan felt the same way about wasting energy on ceremony; as soon as Reno allowed, she fell to grazing with the hunger of a mustang that had grown up rustling its own feed.
Reno waited for Eve to ask where he had been and why. When she didn’t, his mouth tightened with irritation.
«Are you going to sulk all night, too?» he asked.
«Why do you care what a liar, a cheat, and a saloon girl does?» Eve asked wearily.
She pretended not to hear the word Reno hissed beneath his breath as he dismounted. He began unsaddling Darlin’ with quick, angry motions. After he upended the saddle on the ground to let the fleece dry, he turned to face Eve with his fists on his lean hips.
«Beats me why women get upset when a man calls them what they are,» he said bluntly.
Eve was too tired to be polite, much less cautious.
«I can understand how a rude, blind, stubbor
n, cold-blooded lecher like you might feel that way,» she said.
There was a taut, electric silence while she dismounted.
And then Reno laughed.
«Sheathe your claws, gata. You’re safe from me tonight.»
Eve gave him a wary, sideways look.
«I may be lecherous,» he said dryly, «but I’m not a fool. As long as Slater is on my trail, I’m not going to get caught with my pants undone.»
Eve told herself she wasn’t disappointed that she would get none of Reno’s disturbing, compelling touch that night — or any night soon. It was better that way.
Only one thing a man wants from a woman, make no mistake about it. Once you give him that, you better be married, or he’ll go off down the trail and find another foolish girl to spread her legs in the name of love.
Yet even the echoes of Donna Lyon’s bitter advice couldn’t keep Eve from seeing Reno with his nephew, smiling and gentle, and with his sister. The love in him had been strong enough to touch.
Eve wanted to touch it. She wanted to make with Reno the home she had always dreamed of, the safe haven from a world that didn’t care whether she lived or died, and the babies no one could take from her arms and send away.
The realization of how deeply and in how many ways she yearned for Reno frightened Eve. Unlike the Spanish needles, she wasn’t made of iron. They weren’t hurt by the eerie currents that joined them. She doubted that she would be so lucky if she gave in to her complex, unexpected hunger for Reno.
Eve dismounted in a rush. As she stood and flipped the stirrup up over the saddle horn, Reno’s arm went around her waist, pulling her close. Suddenly she felt the muscular length of his body molded against her from shoulder blades to thighs. A hard ridge of flesh pressed against her hips.
«Cold-blooded is the last thing I am,» Reno said. «Especially with you around to keep me hot.»
First his mustache teased her sensitive ear, then the lip of his tongue, then the edges of his teeth. The restraint of the caresses was at odds with his heavy arousal.
The combination of intense masculine hunger and equally intense self-control was both disarming and compelling to Eve. She had never known a strong man who had exercised any restraint when it came to taking what he wanted.
Except Reno.
Maybe the longer he’s with me, the more he sees I’m net a saloon girl to be bought and sold on a man’s whim.
The idea was profoundly alluring. Eve wanted Reno to look at her and see a woman he could trust and respect, a woman he could build a home with, have children with, share a life with.
A woman he could love.
Maybe when he sees that I keep my word, too, he’ll look at me with more than desire. Eve thought yearningly. Maybe and maybe and maybe…
If I don’t try, I’ll never know.
Table stakes. Five-card draw. A royal heart flush or a bushed heart flush.
Ante up or get out of the game.
As Reno felt the subtle softening of Eve’s body, both hunger and relief swept through him. He hadn’t meant for her to overhear his conversation with Caleb. Nor had he meant to hurt her by rubbing Caleb’s nose in the fact that Eve wasn’t the sweet country innocent she appeared to be. But Caleb hadn’t left Reno any other choice.
«Does this mean Slater is far enough back that you’re not worried about being, er, distracted?» Eve asked.
«No,» Reno admitted reluctantly, releasing her. «I’m afraid we’ll have to have a cold camp tonight, in more ways than one.»
«Is Slater that close?» she asked.
«Yes.»
«Lord, how could he be? After a day on the trail like we had, even our shadows were complaining about following us.»
Reno’s smile gleamed in the moonlight.
«How did he know where to find us after he lost my trail out of Canyon City?» she asked.
«There aren’t that many ways over the Great Divide.»
Eve sighed. «I guess the country isn’t as empty of people as it looks.»
«Oh, it’s empty, all right. I’ve gone months at a time in the high country without seeing a soul. Just the crossroads and passes get kind of crowded.»
«Not to mention human nature,» Eve said, stretching.
«What?»
«Even if we took a hard way over the Great Divide, if Crooked Bear has a woman who’s also keeping company with one of Caleb’s riders, Slater would find out real quick where I’d been.»
«That’s the way I figured it,» Reno said. «We’ve got an edge, though.»
«What?»
«The mustangs. Most of Slater’s boys are riding Tennessee horses.»
«Those horses beat everything on four legs in Canyon City,» Eve pointed out.
Reno’s grin was as hard as his voice.
«We’re not in Canyon City anymore. Our mustangs are going to walk Slater’s Tennessee horses right into the ground.»
9
By day Reno rode with the rifle across his saddle. By night he and Eve slept with the mustangs picketed around their remote, hidden campsites. As a further precaution, he scattered dried branches along the obvious approaches to the campsites.
Several times a day Reno would send Eve and the packhorses on ahead while he backtracked along the trail to a high point. There he would dismount, pull out his spyglass, and study the land they had ridden over.
Only twice did he catch sight of Slater. The first time he had six men with him. The second time he had fifteen.
Reno collapsed the spyglass, mounted, and cantered quickly to catch up with Eve and the packhorses. At the sound of hoofbeats, she turned. He saw the golden flash of her eyes beneath her hat brim and the intense honey color of her hair beneath the hot August sun. He also saw the subtle lines that fatigue and worry had drawn around her curving lips.
When Reno reined in beside Eve, the temptation to lean over and taste once more her subtle blend of salt and sweet and heat almost overwhelmed his control. He scowled savagely at his own growing, unruly hunger for the girl from the Gold Dust saloon.
«Are they closer?» Eve asked anxiously, looking at Reno’s grim face.
«No.»
She licked her dry lips.
Eyes like green crystal followed the tip of her tongue.
«Are they falling back?» she asked hopefully.
«No.»
Her mouth curved down. «I guess those Tennessee horses are tougher than you thought.»
«We’re not in the desert yet.»
Eve made a startled sound and looked at the surrounding land. They were riding down a long, troughlike valley that was bracketed for its entire length by two flat-topped ridges. So little vegetation grew on the ridges that their layered stone bodies showed clearly through the scattered brush and pinon. As a result, the ridges took on a dappled sandy color that owed more to stone than to plants.
«Are you sure we aren’t in the desert?» Eve asked. «It’s so dry.»
Reno looked at her in disbelief.
«Dry? What do you think that is?» he demanded, pointing.
She looked beyond his hand. Winding down the center of the valley was a ribbon of water that was more brown than blue, and so narrow a horse would have to work to get all four feet wet at the same time when crossing it.
«That,» Eve said, «is a poor excuse for a creek. More sand than water.»
With a wry grin, Reno took off his hat, wiped his forehead on his sleeve, and resettled his hat.
«By the time you see that much water again, you’ll think it’s God’s own river,» he promised.
Dubiously Eve looked at the thin, dirty ribbon of water coiling through the dry valley.
«Really?» she asked.
«If we find the shortcut, yes. Otherwise, we’ll see a river that owes more to hell than to God.»
«Rio Colorado?»
Reno nodded. «I’ve known a lot of men who like wild country, but I’ve never known a man to cross the Colorado where it runs through the bottom of the stone maz
e, and come back to tell the tale.»
A sideways glance at Reno convinced Eve that he wasn’t teasing her. But then, it was too hot and dusty for anyone to have any energy left for teasing.
Even Reno was feeling the heat. The sleeves of his faded blue chambray shirt were rolled up, and the collar was open for several buttons. Sweat glittered like tiny diamonds in the thicket of black hair revealed by the half-undone shirt. Three days on the trail had left a thick, black stubble of beard that made his smile savage rather than reassuring.
No one looking at Reno now would have been misled into thinking him anything but what he was — a hard man with a reputation for coming out on the winning end of gunfights.
Yet despite Reno’s threatening appearance and the currents of sensual tension that coiled invisibly between herself and him, Eve had never slept more securely than she had in the past few days.
For the first time since she could remember, she was not the one who had to sleep lightly, listening for every noise, ready to grab whatever weapon was at hand and defend those who were weaker than she was from whatever predator was prowling the night beyond the campfire or cheap hotel room.
Being able to depend on someone else was such a simple thing, yet the realization that she could depend on Reno kept rippling through Eve like currents through a river, changing old certainties.
Reno saw Eve take in a breath and let it out, then do it again as though breathing deeply were a luxury.
«Looks like the thought of going dry doesn’t bother you,» he said.
«What? Oh.» She smiled slightly. «It’s not that. I was just thinking how nice it is to sleep through the night without worrying.»
«About what?»
«About a bully or a lecher trapping one of the younger kids in bed at the orphanage, or about outlaws stumbling over the Lyons’ campsite.» Eve shrugged. «That sort of thing.»
Reno frowned. «Did much of that happen?»
«Bullies and lechers?»
He nodded curtly.
«They learned to leave me alone after a while. But the younger kids…» Eve’s voice faded. «I did what I could. It was never enough.»
«Was old man Lyon a lecher?»
«Not at all. He was kind and gentle, but…»
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