by Amanda Boone
She had not traveled out into the dry wilderness to find a man-beast. She’d been in search of a lost group of settlers who had disappeared from the region in the 1800’s, when it was still the Wild West. A marking on a cave nearby of a cross had led her to this area. Her radar equipment had done the rest, picking up the skeleton as she scanned the land.
Technically, Krista was not authorized to be here. She had been unable to retrieve a permit from the local authorities, and so she could not call in a team to dig with her. She had assumed her permit had been rejected due to a bias that she was an anthropologist, meant to study human behavior, and not an archaeologist, who usually led digs for lost artifacts and people. She even suspected that the local authorities did not want a young, posh city girl uncovering the treasures of the frontier. But as she outlined a drawing of the man-beast in her sketch pad, she began to wonder if perhaps the local authorities had known the secrets within the sand, secrets they wanted to stay buried.
But why a tiger? Unless... her mind began to race, growing excited. Perhaps the man-beast was not some ancient creature legends were created around, like she originally assumed based on numerous mythologies she had encountered in her studies. Perhaps this man was someone who had travelled from Asia, or had ancestors who did. Perhaps he was connected to the lost settlers she was looking for...
“Hey sunshine,” a deep, sexy voice greeted, popping his head into the tent.
“Derek! What if I had been changing,” Krista protested, though truly she’d jump at the chance to be naked around Derek, to feel his piercing blue eyes on her curves and his sturdy lips trailing kisses down her skin. Hot cowboys were hard to find in the city, especially ones with the gentle but authoritative nature Derek encompassed.
“You’re practically naked as it is, so why would it matter?” he returned with good humor, smiling brightly under his oversized cowboy hat. “What you got there?”
“Nothing,” Krista said and she quickly closed her sketch pad. “Just being creative.”
Derek Shiloh was rugged and handsome, but she barely knew him. He was a local rancher who had befriended her one day when he was out looking for a lost cow. They’d made polite conversation, and since then he came to visit her often, claiming he didn’t like her camping out on her own, a sense of protection glinting out of those piercing blue eyes of his, made bluer by his tanned skin.
That’s what she had told him – that she was camping and collecting mineral deposits. It was a half-truth. She was a scientist studying the land. But it was people she was hoping to find, not minerals. People hunting raised questions. Minerals did not.
Krista probably could have trusted Derek with the truth, before her find. He was sincere, his need to protect her real. But she couldn’t tell him now, not with a man-beast lying so near. He may not understand like she did. Years of reading Native American legends had prepared her, eased her into the possibility that shifters existed. If she showed Derek the bones of the man-beast, his whole sense of reality could be destroyed. He wanted to protect her, but she wanted to protect him just as much.
Derek held his hand out. “The sun is going down. Come join me in the shade. I brought some brew.”
Krista gladly accepted his hand and followed him out of the tent. Standing next to him, she was reminded how tall and strong he was, built like a mountain of muscle, muscles that peeked through his navy blue T-shirt and jeans. As he reached down to put a six pack of beer into her cooler, she couldn’t help but glance at his broad but firm behind.
They don’t make them that good in the city, she thought.
“Over there,” Derek said, pointing to a rock formation nearby, holding the cooler. “There’s some shade over there.”
Allowing him to take charge, she followed him to the shade. It was blissful, much cooler than her tent, but Krista couldn’t relax. Sitting with her shoulder pressed against Derek’s was electric. They were so close, a section of her long glossy brown hair cascaded over his T-shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“To new friends,” Derek toasted, cracking open a beer and handing it to her.
“To new friends,” she said as he opened his own and she took an eager sip. Normally, she preferred a sweet mimosa over beer, but being so far away from civilization tore down her boundaries, made her more adventurous.
“How did you get here?” she asked, realizing she didn’t see his truck.
“Bridget dropped me off,” he explained. “She’s my right hand man at the ranch. Well, right hand woman. She needed the truck to run an errand.”
Krista’s heart dropped. In all of his short visits, she had never considered Derek was involved with someone else. “That was nice of her,” she mumbled, setting the beer aside. Now, it only tasted of disappointment. “I can give you a ride back, if you want.”
He laughed. “A cactus can move faster than that heap of junk,” he said, meaning her tiny smart cart. “And I don’t think I’d fit.”
She wasn’t offended. His laughter could never offend her. And he was probably right. With all her equipment locked away in the back seat, there was little room for him. “Then how will you get back?”
He gave her his full attention, a flicker of emotion taming his bright smile. “Maybe I don’t want to go back,” he said.
It was an odd thought, but the first thing Krista could think of was how she didn’t know the color of Derek’s hair. He never took off his cowboy hat, wearing it like a soldier wore a helmet on the frontlines. Right now, all she wanted to do was tear his hat off and run her hands through his hair as he pulled her close.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” she whispered back, feeling a hot pulse run through her body that had nothing to do with the blazing sun.
Then she remembered the woman he mentioned – Bridget. As much as Krista wanted Derek, she had some morals. Knowing they were about to kiss, she stood, breaking the moment. “I should get back to work, before the sun goes down.”
He was disappointed, she could tell, but he also looked relieved, as if she had saved them both from some ill fate. “How is your work going?” he asked, his interest peaked. “You find anything interesting?”
“No,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. She had never been a great liar. As an anthropologist, she sought the truth. Speaking against the truth was like having her blood flow backwards. “Nothing important.”
He looked across the desert to where the tarp lay over the grave, protecting the bones from a new layer of sand. “That looks like a mighty big hole.”
“Sometimes you have to dig deep to find what you’re looking for.”
“And sometimes it’s right before you,” Derek proclaimed. “Krista... I...”
The rumble of a truck invaded the moment. The truck belonged to Derek, she had seen him drive it before, but this time a woman with bright red hair hanging down like ivy and wearing a blue flannel shirt was behind the wheel. She pulled up beside them. “We gotta go,” she hollered at Derek, ignoring Krista. “The lambs are dropping.”
The woman –Bridget,she assumed –was beautiful, but there was nothing friendly about her.
“Not the season,” Derek called back.
“You know what I mean. Get in.”
In no hurry, Derek brushed a piece of hair from Krista’s cheek. “Until next time, sunshine,” he said, and then he jumped into the truck.
As Krista watched the truck drive away, leaving her alone in the deserted valley once more, she forgot about the man-beast completely, wishing she had kissed Derek while she had the chance.
***
Derek
Derek hated leaving Krista alone in the desert. It went against everything he believed. He admired her spirit of independence as much as he admired her healthy curves and stunning amber eyes, like flames against her dark skin. But men were meant to protect women. His instincts screamed at him to turn the truck around and bring Krista with him back to the ranch where he could keep her safe.
But that would be counterpro
ductive. The desert was where Krista was safest. The ranch was where the true danger lie.
He knew Krista was hiding something, that she wasn’t being completely truthful. He had seen her drawing of the man with tiger bones.
But he didn’t think less of her for it, not when he had a secret of his own.
***
Chapter Two
Krista
She worried about leaving the bones behind, but Krista had somewhere important to be. Navigating her little smart car across the valley, Krista could almost imagine she was a driving a rover across Mars. Everything around her felt alien compared to the city, from the abstract rock formations to the oddly-shaped cacti. And the man-beast buried in the ground.
The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced the man-beast had something to do with the missing settlers. Whether he was one of them or whether he was part of the reason they had disappeared was yet to be decided. That’s why she needed to talk to Lolli, who was of the Native American tribe that resided nearby, where she headed now.
She had known Lolli and his family for years. When she was a sophomore in college, she had dated Eddie, Lolli’s son. Eddie had brought her back to the reservation one weekend, and his family had adopted her as if she was one of their own. The family lived amongst a cluster of trailers, but the way they took care of their land and homes, those trailers could be mistaken for palaces. They had such pride.
Eddie graduated a year ahead of her. When he ran off to work the oil rigs, breaking away from his home in New Mexico, including their relationship, his family was sympathetic. Lolli continued to treat her like a daughter. In the three years that had passed since she graduated, Krista was around more than Eddie was. It was as if he was a ghost, and she was the living flesh that filled his place.
Krista didn’t resent Eddie for leaving. She had too much to be thankful for. He had given her a second family. And he had told her the story of the lost settlers, igniting her interest in the mystery, enough that she let it consume her career.
The sun beat down as harsh as it had the day before, causing the road to disfigure behind her as the heat rose off the land. She thought she saw a vehicle in the distance following her, but when she looked in her rearview mirror into the haze of heat, it was impossible to tell a rock from a bird.
Sweltering in her car, Krista regretted her decision to wear a long white cashmere sweater over her cut-off shorts. The fabric was light and soft, but any fabric at all was too much.
It had to be done. Lolli was a respectable man. It simply wouldn’t due to arrive at the reservation in a sports bra. The thought was so ridiculous, Krista laughed out loud as she pulled in near the trailer Lolli called home and parked her car.
That laughter stopped when a truck pulled up beside her.
“Derek, what are you doing here?” she asked as closed her car door, watching with confusion and dismay as Derek and Bridget emerged from the truck.
“We followed you,” Bridget said unapologetically, a disregard in her tone.
I can’t really blame her for hating me, Krista thought. I keep plotting ways to steal her man.
“Why were you following me?” she asked. She wasn’t suspicious. She was sure there was a good reason.
There was.
“We turned on the road behind you a few miles back and saw your fluid was leaking,” Derek explained, and he went to her car and popped the hood.
Startled, Krista peered down the way she’d come. She couldn’t see any fluid trailing her car, but that was no surprise. Everything evaporated within minutes in the heat.
“Thanks,” she said, standing beside Derek as he fiddled with parts under her hood. He tensed with her so close.
“No thanks needed,” he said with an edge of regret, and he closed her hood and returned to the truck.
“You brought friends,” Lolli noted, finding them outside. Lolli was far from old, but his hair was starting to grey and wrinkles formed around his eyes, which looked upon the truck with caution.
“Krista!” a little boy shouted, running past Lolli to her. It was Todd, Lolli’s grandson and Eddie’s nephew.
“Little Toad!” Krista exclaimed, picking Todd up into her arms. “You’re getting so big!”
“Ribbit,” Todd said playfully, and he wrapped his arms around her neck, nestling into the soft padding of her arms.
“This is Derek and Bridget,” she said to Lolli. “They own a ranch nearby.”
“I know who they are,” Lolli revealed flatly.
“Sir,” Derek greeted, tipping his hat.
Bridget remained stubbornly quiet.
An awkward silence passed between them. Krista felt like she stood in the middle of a battlefield, but there was no weapons, just disdain.
“I have questions about my research,” she said, breaking the silence as she held Todd close.
This caught Bridget’s attention. “I’d like to know more about your research.” It sounded like a demand.
“No,” Lolli answered for Krista. “Not you. I don’t like your heart.” He turned to Derek. “You may stay.”
Simultaneously, Krista and Bridget spoke in protest.
“My research is private,” Krista objected.
Louder and more overbearing than her, Bridget argued, “This is my home. I have a right to know if some city girl is trying to destroy it.”
Lolli held up his hand, silencing them. “Right now you are on my land. I am in charge. What I saw goes.”
“Go back to the ranch,” Derek ordered Bridget. “I can handle it.”
Bridget wanted to object. Everything about her body language was an objection. But knowing she was defeated, she marched to the truck and started the ignition. “Whatever you say, boss,” she seethed, and she sped away, leaving a trail of dust behind her.
“She’s bad,” Todd whispered in Krista’s ear. “I’m glad she’s gone.”
“It’s okay, Little Toad,” Krista reassured him. “She won’t hurt us.”
“Yes, she will,” Todd insisted.
“You should have left with your girlfriend,” Krista said to Derek, trying to remind herself they had just met, that their occasional chats in the shade meant they were friends, but nothing more.
To her surprise, Derek laughed. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he said, radiating with charm. “She’s my employee. Nothing more.”
It was hard for Krista to believe. “Does she know that?”
Derek shrugged. “She should. We have no history together, not unless you count fixing tractors and breeding cattle.”
Bridget had done nothing to earn Krista’s sympathy, but she suddenly felt bad for the woman. “You’d be surprised how fixing tractors and breeding cattle can make a woman feel,” she said, bouncing Todd on her hip. “Maybe you should go to her.”
It took all of Krista’s will to suggest it. She didn’t want Derek to go to Bridget. She wanted him to stay, but she couldn’t allow it, not when she was about to tell Lolli about the man-beast.
“It’s okay,” Lolli told her. “I have a feeling he can answer your questions better than anyone.”
Giving in, knowing she’d be fighting a losing battle between the two men, Krista set Todd free and followed Lolli into his trailer with Derek beside her. Though she looked ahead, she was very much aware of Derek – of his height, of his strength, of his intoxicating earthy scent and the way he let her walk a little ahead of him, standing guard slightly behind her, as protective as always.
Stepping inside Lolli’s trailer, Krista was met with the familiar sight of his library of old books. Lolli was a historian. He collected yellowed maps and leather-bound books as if they were furniture. And in his mind, away from the books, he stored knowledge passed down from his ancestors. The history books, Krista had already read. It was the ancient knowledge she sought now. Taking a seat on a plush green sofa, she tried to figure out how she would ask about the man-beast without revealing all to Derek.
“Tell me about the lege
nds of beasts,” she bade when Lolli sat in his leather recliner across from her.
“Put that down,” Lolli said to Derek, though he was blind to Derek’s movements.
Behind Lolli, Derek set down and old smoking pipe and took a seat next to Krista on the sofa.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” Lolli said, relaxing. “We have many legends of beasts.”
Sighing inwardly, Krista knew she had no choice but to speak directly, whatever the outcome may be. “Man-beasts,” she said. “Shifters. What do your legends tell of shifters?”
“All the nations have their own stories,” Lolli told. “From gods that turn into bears, to bears that turn into humans, and humans that turn into gods. Nature is forever shifting, flowing. It is the nature of creation.”
“Only bears?” Krista pressed.
Beside her, Derek huffed.
“No, my child. Bears. Eagles. Mountain lions. Wolves. Nature knows only life. She does not distinguish between the species.”
“So to you, shifters are more than legends. They’re a part of history.”
“They are a part of reality,” Lolli confirmed. “Perhaps your friend has more to contribute than just his judgmental grunts.”
“No sir,” Derek said firmly, sitting tall. “I have nothing to say. But I do have something to ask. Why are you so interested, Krista? You’re an academic. If you go around shouting shifter, you’ll never be taken seriously.”
“I take myself seriously,” Krista said. “That’s enough for me. I don’t care what everyone else thinks. Anyway, I have evidence to prove that shifters exist.”
It surprised her how easily the words fell out of her mouth, decongesting her fears. It felt natural to acknowledge the existence of shifters, as if she were talking about the changing seasons.
For the first time since she met him, Derek took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair – his sandy blonde hair, streaked with hints of red. Matched with his tan and blue eyes, it made him more than a sexy cowboy. It made him irresistible.
