Rafe uncoiled. A single swift motion of his foot brought his brother down. The blow was as unexpected as it was precise.
Reno looked at his brother in shock.
“Settle down, baby brother,” Rafe said flatly. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my say. You want to fight about it, you go right ahead. I’ll beat you, and you know it.”
“You and those damned Chinese wrestling tricks,” Reno said angrily.
“I’ll teach you every one of them when you’re well. But right now you’re going to listen to me.”
Reno looked into the icy gray eyes that were so like his own. Though none of the coiled readiness left Reno’s body, he nodded curtly.
Rafe backed away with a lazy motion and sat on his heels with the saddlebags beside him. The appearance of being relaxed didn’t fool Reno. If he showed any sign of getting up again, he would be brought down just as swiftly as he had been the first time.
“Cal snagged Eve before Slater saw her,” Rafe said. “Seems she had some damn fool notion about taking Slater at gunpoint and offering him gold if his men dug you out.”
“Is that was she told Cal?”
Rafe nodded.
“And he believed it?” Reno asked sarcastically.
Rafe nodded again.
A mockery of a smile curved Reno’s mouth.
“Marriage has softened Cal’s brain,” Reno said in a flat voice. “That little saloon girl was going to trade for her life, not mine.”
“The less you say, the fewer words you’ll have to eat,” Rafe retorted. “But don’t let that stop you from running off at the mouth. When you get tired of eating your words, I’m looking forward to feeding them to you one by one.”
Green eyes narrowed into glittering slits, but Reno said no more. He was in no shape at the moment to take on his brother, no matter how badly he wanted to. Both of them knew it.
“After we took care of Slater’s gang, we went to the mine,” Rafe said. “Eve stood there covered with dirt from head to heels, cut and scraped and bleeding from trying to dig you out. She refused to let Wolfe or Caleb go into the mine. Said it was too dangerous.”
Tension began to steal through Reno’s body once more as he listened.
“She said she wouldn’t have minded killing Comancheros to dig you out,” Rafe drawled coolly, “but she wouldn’t risk family men. Said she was going to do it herself, because she had no family waiting for her.”
“You didn’t let her go back in the mine, did you?” Reno asked in a harsh voice.
“She was the only one who knew where you were,” Rafe said flatly. “She led me to the cavein, and I dug like hell burning, not knowing if you were alive or dead, and that goddamned ceiling kept coming down on me like a hard rain.”
Reno gripped his brother’s arm. “Christ! You should have gotten out. The rock in that coyote hole was as rotten as fruitcake!”
“Would you have gotten out if I were stuck down in some godforsaken hole?” retorted Rafe.
Reno shook his head. “Not a chance.”
Rafe’s expression softened for a moment. Of all his brothers, he had been closest to Reno.
“I finally opened up a hole a cat would have had trouble getting through,” Rafe said. “I saw light, but you didn’t answer my yells. Every time I tried to make the hole bigger, the ceiling came down.”
“Then how did you get to me?”
“I didn’t. Eve did.”
“What?”
“Somehow she shoved herself through that little hole. She started uncovering you, and then the whole damn shooting match started groaning and grinding. I yelled at her to leave you and save herself.”
Reno’s hand clenched on his brother’s arm hard enough to leave bruises.
“But she didn’t,” Rafe continued harshly. “Somehow she managed to drag you out of the rubble before the wall caved in. When I got to her, she was still pulling on you, crying your name, trying to save your life and to hell with her own.”
Reno opened his mouth, but no words came through the constriction in his throat.
“You may have found that girl in a saloon,” Rafe continued in a savage voice, “but she’s worth more than any gold you ever dug out of the ground.”
Eyes closed, Reno fought for control.
“She hung around long enough to hear you run off at the mouth about cheating saloon girls,” Rafe said. “Then she washed up, put on a fancy red dress, and took that lineback dun out of here like its heels were on fire.”
Reno put his head in his hands. He had thought he could hurt no more than the moment when he had learned of Eve’s betrayal.
He had been wrong.
But Rafe was still talking, and Reno was still learning how much he could hurt.
“She left you a message,” Rafe said.
With a deceptively easy motion, Rafe upended the saddlebags he had brought with him. Gold bars tumbled out and clashed to the ground.
“Here’s your gold, brother. You can count on it.”
The agonized expression on Reno’s face made Rafe regret his harshness. He reached toward his brother, but Reno was already on his feet, walking away from the gleaming gold bars.
“Where are you going?” Rafe asked.
Reno didn’t answer.
“What about the gold?” Rafe called.
“To hell with it,” Reno said savagely. “There’s more where it came from.”
But there was only one woman who had ever loved him more than she loved her own comfort, and he had lost her.
“PLEASE stay in the big house tonight,” Willow said. “That little cabin is so drafty.”
“Thank you, but no,” Eve said. “I’ve put you to enough trouble. I’ll be on my way in the morning.”
“You’ve been no trouble at all,” countered Willow quickly. “I enjoy having another woman around.”
Eve turned to Caleb. “I wish you would let me pay you for—”
“Evelyn Starr Johnson,” Caleb interrupted, “if you weren’t already hurting so much, I’d turn you over my knee for bringing that up again.”
A wan smile flickered over Eve’s face. She stood on tiptoe and brushed a kiss over his cheek.
“You’re a kind man, Caleb Black,” she whispered.
“That will come as news to a lot of folks,” he said dryly. “Since you’re so all-fired set on leaving, we’ll go at first light. Otherwise you’ll go off alone, and this is no country for a woman alone.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Caleb said. “But when Reno gets all shooting mad about having to ride to Canyon City after you, be sure to tell him it wasn’t my idea.”
“Reno wouldn’t ride across a pasture for me, much less across the Great Divide.”
Eve turned and walked quickly toward the cabin where Caleb and Willow had lived while they built the big house.
Unhappily, Willow watched Eve until she went into the cabin and shut the door behind her.
“Why won’t she stay in the house with us?” Willow asked.
“I suspect it’s the same reason she won’t stay, period. She knows how Reno feels about having a saloon girl mixing with his sister.”
“Eve may have worked in a saloon, but she isn’t a saloon girl!” Willow said in exasperation. “Good God. How can he be so blind?”
“Same way I was with you for a time. Same way Wolfe was with Jessi.”
“Just because you’re men?” Willow suggested tartly.
Caleb laughed. His arm snaked out, drawing her close.
“All the same, I could shake Reno by his ears,” she muttered as she put her arms around Caleb’s lean waist.
“Don’t worry, honey. I left that job for Rafe. He was looking forward to it so much I almost feel sorry for Reno.”
Before Willow could speak, Caleb kissed her. It was a long time before he lifted his head.
“Is Ethan asleep?” Caleb asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You inte
rested in learning more about the fine art of catching trout with your bare hands?”
“Who gets to be the trout this time?” Willow asked with a hidden smile.
Caleb laughed softly. “We’ll take turns.”
EVE sat at the only table in the one-room cabin, watching moonlight and lantern light send conflicting shadows across the table’s wooden surface. As she watched, she mechanically shuffled a deck of cards. Each time she shuffled, several cards escaped and slithered across the table.
Frowning absently, Eve flexed her fingers. They were much better than they had been when she arrived at Caleb’s ranch a few days ago. Even so, they were still clumsy, stiff from the terrifying time she had spent in the mine, digging frantically through rubble for something far more valuable than gold.
Did that cheating saloon girl leave any gold?
Slowly Eve’s hands became fists. Just as slowly they uncurled. She put her palms down on the table and pressed so that the trembling that came when she remembered Reno’s words wouldn’t show.
After several moments Eve took a deep breath and gathered up the cards. She squared them off carefully and began shuffling again. When cards slipped free, she ignored them. After several shuffles she flexed her hands, rounded up all the cards, and shuffled some more.
Eve knew she should be sleeping, for the ride to Canyon City would be long and tiring. Yet sleep eluded her. Whenever her eyes closed, she would hear rocks grinding and breaking over Reno in a long, brutal wave.
From the direction of the barn came the low rumble of male voices. Eve cocked her head, looked at the angle of the moon, and decided that Pig Iron was making his nightly rounds a bit early.
She flexed her fingers absently, picked up the cards that had escaped, and stared at them. The more she worked her hands, the more supple they became, but she had nothing like her normal dexterity.
A cool breeze came from the front of the cabin just as Eve was trying very hard to shuffle cards without losing one of them. Startled, she looked up.
Reno was standing in the open door, looking at Eve as he had in the Gold Dust Saloon, taking in the red dress, the steady golden eyes, and the mouth that trembled.
Drawn from the long trip, his face still cut and bruised, he was even more handsome than she had remembered; and his eyes were a hungry green fire.
When Reno walked toward Eve, cards shivered and overflowed from her hands in an untidy burst. Blindly she began gathering them up once more, but her hands were shaking too much. She balled them into fists and hid them in her lap.
Reno pulled out the other chair at the table and sat down. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared the table. Cards fluttered like autumn leaves to the floor. He unbuttoned his jacket and pulled a fresh pack of cards from his shirt pocket.
“Five-card draw,” he said huskily, “two-card limit, table stakes, five-dollar ante, my deal.”
The words were familiar to Eve. They were the exact words she had spoken to Reno a lifetime ago, when he had pulled out a chair, sat between two outlaws, and taken cards at her table in the Gold Dust Saloon.
Eve tried to push back from the table, but could not. Her arms refused to respond. She looked at the patterns of shadows rather than at Reno. She couldn’t bear looking at him and knowing what he saw when he looked at her.
Saloon girl. Card cheat. Something bought off a train.
“I don’t have any money on the table,” Eve said.
Her voice was thin, flat, a stranger’s.
“Neither do I,” Reno said. “Guess we’ll have to bet ourselves to stay in the game.”
Eve watched in disbelief as Reno dealt cards. When five cards lay before her, she reached for them automatically. Just as automatically she threw away the card that didn’t fit with the rest. One more card appeared in front of her. She picked it up and looked.
The queen of hearts looked back at her.
For a heartbeat Eve couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Slowly all the cards slid from her fingers one by one.
Reno reached out and turned over the cards that had fallen facedown in front of Eve. Within moments a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace of hearts gleamed in the lantern light.
“Beats anything I have, now or ever,” Reno said, throwing in his hand without looking at it. “I’m yours, sugar girl, for as long as you want me, any way you want me.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and brought out the emerald ring.
“But I’d rather be your husband than your fancy man,” Reno said in a low voice.
He held the ring out to Eve on his palm, silently asking that she take it. Tears gathered in Eve’s eyes. She put her hands in her lap to reduce the temptation to take the ring and the man.
“Why?” she whispered painfully. “You d-don’t trust me.”
“I didn’t trust myself,” Reno said tightly. “I’d been such a fool over Savannah Marie that I vowed never to give a woman that kind of hold over me again. Then I saw you.”
“I’m a card cheat and a saloon girl.”
Reno gestured to the pat hand he had dealt to Eve.
“I’m a card cheat and a gunfighter,” he said. “Sounds like a good match to me.”
When Eve’s hands remained in her lap and she said nothing, Reno closed his eyes on a wave of pain. Slowly he got up and sat on his heels beside her, putting one hand over her cold fingers.
She looked at the table rather than meet his eyes.
“Can’t you even look at me?” Reno whispered. “Did I kill every bit of what you felt for me?”
Eve took a deep, shaking breath. “I showed you stone ships and a dry rain…but I’ll never find a light that casts no shadow. Some things are just impossible.”
Reno stood with the stiff motions of an old man. Once his hand moved as though to touch Eve’s hair, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached toward the heart flush he had dealt her.
As the gold ring dropped soundlessly onto the cards, lantern light revealed the fine trembling of his fingers. Reno looked at his hand as though he had never seen it before. Then he looked at the girl whose loss would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“You should have left me in the mine,” he whispered.
Eve tried to speak, but tears closed her throat.
He turned away swiftly, heading toward the door, unable to bear anymore.
“No!” Eve cried.
Suddenly she was on her feet, running to him.
Reno caught Eve up in his arms and buried his face against her neck, holding her as though he expected her to be torn from him. When she felt the scalding caress of his tears against her skin, her breath stopped, then came out in a ragged sound that was his name.
“Don’t leave,” Eve said in a shaking voice. “Stay with me. I know you don’t believe in love, but I love you. I love you!”
Reno’s arms tightened even more. When he could speak, he lifted his head and searched Eve’s eyes.
“You showed me ships made of stone and a dry rain,” Reno whispered, kissing her gently, taking her tears, “and then you showed me the light that casts no shadow.”
Eve trembled and then went very still, looking at him with a silent question in her eyes.
“Love is the light that casts no shadow,” Reno said simply. “I love you, Eve.”
Epilogue
B EFORE the last aspens were transformed into topaz sentinels burning against the autumn sky, Reno and Eve were wed. When they stood before their friends and vowed to share their lives with each other, Eve was wearing Reno’s gift to her: a gleaming rope of pearls, an ancient Spanish ring of emerald and pure gold, and a radiance that made Reno’s throat ache until he could barely speak.
They stayed with Caleb and Willow through the cold brilliance of winter, laughing and working together while they shared Ethan and sang Christmas carols in a harmony that tempted angels into envy.
When spring came, Reno and Eve rode west for a day, to the place where a shaggy green mesa and snowy mountains stood guard over a long
, rich valley. On the banks of a rushing river, the two of them built a home that was shelter against winter, haven against summer heat, and scented with the lilac brushes that were Reno’s gift to Eve on the birth of their first child.
The children of Reno and Eve knew what it was to walk free upon a wild land. They felt the untamed sun of the stone maze and stared in wonder at signs hammered into rock by a culture and a people long dead. Two of the children became ranchers. Another learned to hunt mustangs with Wolfe Lonetree. A fourth lived among the Utes, writing down their language and legends before they, too, passed from the land.
A fifth stood with an ancient journal in one hand, a broken cinch ring in the other, and all around him the elegant, enigmatic stone ruins left by a civilization so old that no one remembered its true name. His sister stood beside him, her eyes filled with wonder. In her hands was a sketchpad filled with the mythic landscapes of the stone maze whose deepest mysteries only God knew.
In time, each in his own way, the children of Eve and Reno Moran took the measure of dreams made and dreams lost, pain endured and pleasure remembered. But above all, each child discovered the truth of stone ships and dry rain, and the name of transcendent light that casts no shadow.
And the name was love.
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