I am on my way. I do not see why your fear is growing when you see that she has passed that way. Rafael was calm and rock steady. She latched on to his strength as an anchor.
Tracks aren’t made like this, Rafael. I see her boot tracks in the dirt, and farther on, a rock kicked over. There would be more obvious signs of her passing. She tried to convey to him what she meant, showing him memories of tracking animals.
Where are Juan and Julio? All of you should be armed and you should stay together. His voice hadn’t changed, but she sensed his uneasiness.
They’re on the way. She hoped it was true.
“Colby!” It was a cry, a plea, a small child seeking adult reassurance. She hadn’t heard Paul use that voice since he was about six years old. She leapt to her feet and spun around to spot Paul. He staggered toward her, his face a pale, twisted mask of anguish. He dropped to one knee, burying his face in his hands.
Colby’s mind went mercifully blank as she covered the distance between them in a flat run, flinging herself down beside him, drawing the lean, trembling body against her protectively. “Tell me, Paulo.” Incredibly gentle, her voice still held a wealth of authority.
She felt Rafael go still, felt him wrap his arms around her to give her strength.
“The tracks, hers and his. I followed them. There’s—there’s a—a . . .” He broke off, sobbing wildly, tears coursing down his cheeks. He buried his face again in his hands, refusing to look at her.
Colby gripped his shoulders, shook him hard twice. “Tell me!” Fear was choking her, making it impossible to breathe. “Paul! For God’s sake, did you find Ginny?”
Paul lifted his face, staring at her with haunted eyes. Colby held her breath. Rafael held his breath.
“Paul.” Colby touched the tears on his face. “What is it?”
“A grave!” Paul shouted. “I found a grave.”
There was a sudden silence. Shocked, Colby was completely still for a minute, the thudding of her heart slamming in her ears and a scream tearing up from her heart. “I won’t believe it,” she said, shoving him away, stumbling to her feet.
Wait for me. Rafael redoubled his efforts for speed in spite of his injuries. She was nearly hysterical. He should have taken the children’s blood so he could know where they were at any given time. The thought of that small child hurt, perhaps dead, struck at his heart and soul until he wanted to echo Colby’s silent scream.
Colby took off running in the direction Paul had come from. She saw the large boot prints where a heavy man had overtaken Ginny, the broken, bruised bushes where she’d struggled, the deeper imprint of the man’s tracks as he’d carried her. The tracks twisted back into the shelter of a dead-end canyon. Off to the left, in between two large boulders, was a small mound, fresh earth piled up and more scattered around, small rocks placed carefully on top to prevent animals from digging it up.
Rafael. Rafael. Oh, God I think she’s dead. Colby ran forward, screaming a denial, hurling the rocks away in a terrible fury, tearing at the earth with bare hands.
Do not do this yourself. I am so close, meu amor. Let me do it for you.
She didn’t stop, couldn’t stop until her fingers touched something solid. She stopped breathing, stopped thinking, her mind nearly numb. She became aware of everything then, the tears on her face, the dirt on her clothes, the material in her hands. Burlap. Reluctantly she pushed the remainder of the dirt away to uncover the sack.
I can’t breathe, Rafael, I can’t breathe. She was going to be sick.
“No, you are not.” She hadn’t even heard Rafael arrive. He was simply there beside her, a hand on her shoulder, his breath warm and reassuring against the nape of her neck. “Look closely at the bag, Colby.”
She could barely see through her tears. Then she was sobbing aloud, wildly, uncontrollably, gratefully, joyously. “It’s a hundred-pound sack of oats. Not Ginny. Oats.” She turned around into the haven of his arms, buried her face against his chest, and cried with sheer relief.
“She’s alive,” Rafael said. “I scanned the area and there is something evil here, but she is alive. I feel her presence.”
“Not Paul,” she whispered, clutching at his shirt.
“Not Paul, querida,” he confirmed, his hands gentle as he helped her to her feet.
Colby turned to look at Paul. He was several yards away, clutching a tree for support, his face buried on his arm. “It’s not Ginny,” she called. “It isn’t her, Paul. It’s a hoax. Thank God, it’s a hoax.”
Paul lifted his head, staring at her as if she was crazy, then he ran forward on trembling legs, stumbling over the uneven ground to see for himself. They clung together laughing hysterically, their relief so great they were a little crazy for a few moments.
Colby sobered first, reaching again for Rafael. It was only then that she really looked at him. His face was ravaged and raw from the deep claws of the vampire’s mutated creatures. His shirt hung about him in dirty shreds, the skin of his chest angry and lacerated. Blood stained his shirt and seeped from his wounds. His eyes were red and swollen even in the early morning light, a testimony to his loss of strength.
He stood tall and straight and so torn up her tears began all over again. “Rafael, you shouldn’t have come.” He was so wounded, his great strength utterly diminished, yet still he had come to her aid. She bit her lip, wanting to touch him, wanting to hold him close and soothe the worst of his pain. “You don’t even have dark glasses.”
“And where are yours?” He took her hand, his thumb moving over her skin as if checking for burns or blisters.
“I don’t know, I forgot them. I still have to find Ginny. I should have known. It was right there in front of me, but I was so frightened. That’s what they were counting on. I’d be so scared I’d believe the obvious.” She touched his face gently. “Rafael, you have to go back. There’s Julio and Juan. I’m not alone now.” She couldn’t help herself, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him, careful of his wounds. “Thank you for wanting to be here for me.”
“You must go to rest, Don Rafael,” Juan said, dismounting. He took in the tracks, the opened grave and sack of oats. Rafael stood very close to Colby, a purely protective gesture. “Have you found young Ginny?”
Paul flung himself into Juan’s arms. “I didn’t do this. I know I didn’t do this.”
Rafael quieted him with a touch. “No, Paul, you didn’t do this. There is a puppet at work here, a very evil being. I will not leave until the child is found. She is somewhere in that direction.” He pointed back toward the area where Colby had been casting around for sign. “Juan, you and Julio get to higher ground and use the scopes. Make it look as if you’re heading out of the area to check the cattle.”
“You think someone is watching us,” Paul said. “I don’t understand this. Ginny’s still missing; he must have her with him.”
Rafael nodded. “I do not think they are together. Ginny would fight to give his position away. I think the two of you were lured out here deliberately.”
Paul met the red-rimmed eyes. “You think they want to hurt Colby. Can the vampire use me to hurt either of my sisters?”
“Paul,” Colby objected.
Rafael put a restraining hand on the small of her back. “During daylight hours the vampire cannot give you any orders. He can program you ahead of time, but cannot continue to do so during the day. Nicolas is watching over you. I will not allow anything to happen to any of you.”
Paul squared his shoulders. “What do you want me to do? If this man has Ginny, we have to get her back.”
Colby shook her head firmly. “No, she went off in the other direction. Somehow he lured her over there, I’m not sure how, but we’ll find her over that way. He erased her tracks and did a darned good job of it too.”
“How?” Paul asked.
Colby shrugged. “All he had to do was wait for her to start for the spring and somehow get her to switch directions. Once she was out of sight, he got rid
of her tracks on that side and any evidence that she’d passed that way. He left her tracks leading in this direction, covered them with his own, and smashed bushes to make it look like she struggled.”
“And he used the sack of oats to make his prints deeper in the dirt so we’d think he was carrying Ginny,” Paul said.
She nodded. “I should have figured it out right then. It would have saved us a lot of grief.”
“Why, Colby?” Paul asked plaintively. “Why is the vampire doing this to us? Where did he come from and what does he want?”
Colby looked up at Rafael. “That’s a good question, Paul, and I don’t have the answer. It makes no sense.”
Rafael sighed. “The vampire has effectively destroyed the man’s brain. He’s rotting from the inside out. To him, what he is doing may make perfect sense, although to us it is elaborate and vile. He cannot think clearly anymore. He tries to obey his master’s bidding. More than likely his master did not say to kill the child so he is concentrating on drawing out his target.”
As much as she wanted Rafael there, he was swaying with weariness and she could see blisters rising on his skin. She touched his mind, as soft and delicate a probe as she could make it. Instantly she was driven to her knees, the pain so excruciating her heart stuttered.
Rafael’s hands were gentle as he lifted her to him, but his eyes were stern. “Do not do that again.”
She blinked back tears. Tears wouldn’t find Ginny and they wouldn’t stop the pain for Rafael. “Paul, I need my rifle. Take the mare and go back to the house and bring me my gun and extra ammo and a canteen.”
“You’ll find Ginny?”
“Absolutely I’ll find Ginny.”
Paul hesitated. “But what are you going to do with the rifle?”
“I don’t know yet,” Colby replied honestly, “but this is going to stop. Now go.”
He turned away, took two steps, and turned back. “What if you’re both wrong, Colby? What if he has her?”
“I’m not wrong, Paulo,” she told him. Colby had been reading tracks most of her life; she was certain she could find her sister.
“You know what we are through your link to Nicolas,” Rafael pointed out. “I am telling you, Ginny is not with the vampire’s servant and for that we can all be grateful. I sense his presence in one direction and hers in another. Colby hopes to send me away because I am not at full strength, but I won’t leave her until everyone is safe. You have my word of honor.”
Paul hugged Colby, needing to, needing her strength, deriving comfort and reassurance from her the way he’d done most of his life.
Colby watched Paul scramble out of the canyon and begin to make his way back toward the ranch house before she turned back to Rafael. “You look like you’re going to fall over. I’m a good shot, Rafael. If it isn’t the vampire, I can take care of it.”
“They eat human flesh, Colby,” he said, gesturing toward the direction they thought Ginny had taken. “You find your sister and I will destroy the vampire’s evil creation.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Let him think you are alone. He will come after you. I do not like using you as bait, but it is the only way when I am so weak, meu amor.”
“I don’t mind being bait to get Ginny back. Are you certain Ginny’s alive?”
He took a deep breath, scenting the air. “She’s alive.” Rafael’s large frame shimmered. “It will be easier for me to endure the light in the form of mist. I will be close, Colby.”
She knew he would be. Rafael was in excruciating pain, yet he had still come to her when she needed him.
He is taking a terrible risk. Nicolas’s voice was harsh in her mind. Soon the lethargy will overtake him and he will be unable to move, and without cover, he will die.
I won’t let him. She couldn’t change Rafael’s mind once it was made up. She could only try to locate Ginny quickly and get them all out of the climbing sun.
Colby began a slow, methodical search of the ground. She kept her eyes glued to the dirt, moving in an ever-widening circle. In a shallow depression behind the boulders she discovered a partial print, the worn left heel, an old rusty shovel. It was one she recognized. She and Paul had discarded it months earlier after the handle had broken.
It took twenty precious minutes to find where the man had lain in wait, his elbows making twin impressions in the grass on the knoll. He had watched the trail long enough to smoke three cigarettes. Conscious of the sun’s position, she carefully examined the ground, sure that the vampire’s puppet had some method of transportation. Again she used up precious time she knew Rafael didn’t have unraveling the trail as she backtracked him. A few hundred yards from his vantage point she found where he had left his horse.
Rafael. I’ve seen these tracks before. They belong to a man working for Clinton Daniels—his name is Ernie Carter. I ran into him near where I found Pete’s body. His eyes were red and swollen and he felt evil. Could he have killed Pete? The idea that this man had been anywhere near Ginny terrified her.
It is likely.
Colby examined the trampled grass, found where the horse had grazed and its droppings, and knew that Ernie had been there for some time. She could see a clear impression where the heavy grain sack had rested against rocks, the weight crushing the grass beneath it. She bit her lip reading the story easily, the short strides taken away from the horse, obviously burdened. Ernie had laid out the scene and had gone back to the knoll to observe his handiwork. She found the telltale tracks, his distinctive heel mark where he’d spotted her tracking him and he’d whirled around, the longer strides indicating he had run to his horse.
He’s somewhere close by. He definitely spotted me and could be stalking me now. For a moment her shoulder blades itched, expecting an impact any moment.
He is to your north, on foot now, moving through the brush. Neither Juan nor Julio has a clear shot at him.
Colby flung up her head, an unfamiliar coldness sweeping through her, an iron resolve. The vampire had not only done this to her, he had put Paul through something no one, let alone a child, should have to go through. I can’t think about him, Rafael, I have to find Ginny. Please don’t let anything happen to Paul. Promise me.
Querida, Paul will not be harmed by this evil creature. I have him now, and I will destroy him. Paul comes now with your rifle.
At once her heart stilled. Rafael was determined to go into battle. He was mortally injured. By all rights he should be dead, not running around hunting for a servant of the undead.
She held out her hand for the rifle and Paul tossed it to her. He dropped the mare’s reins and swung down, handing her the box of ammunition. “Have you picked up her trail yet?” he asked.
Colby shook her head. “This man’s a skilled tracker. He’s brushed out her tracks for a good quarter mile through the brush. I want you to work out the trail, Paul, but it will be dangerous. You’ll have to pretend you’re me and you’ll be the bait. I’ll work my way through the brush to get a bead on him. Rafael’s hunting him, but he’s badly injured and the sun is already up. I can feel how tired he is and how difficult moving is becoming for him.”
“What if she’s . . .” Paul trailed off.
Colby shook her head as she thumbed shells into the rifle. “She isn’t, Paul. Rafael says he’s certain she’s alive. What about you?” She paused, her gaze meeting his solidly. “Can you resist anything the vampire might have programmed into you?”
I am with him. It was all Nicolas said, but it was enough to reassure her.
Paul nodded. “I won’t hurt Ginny. Nothing could make me hurt her.” He put the canteen strap around his neck. “And Nicolas De La Cruz is in my mind. He’s awake, so I guess it will be all right.”
“Take my hat and my long-sleeved shirt. Stay in the brush so he thinks you’re me. He has to believe that, Paul, can you do that?”
Paul took the hat and shirt, frowning as he did so. “You’re already burned.”
Colb
y ignored his comment. “I’m counting on you, then.” She took off running, her body low to the ground, using as much available ground cover as she could, working her way north. She knew Ernie was working his way toward her in the hopes of killing or capturing her. He was good, but he made mistakes and one of them was his continual need for nicotine. She could smell the cigarette burning as he smoked it somewhere ahead of her.
Without long sleeves to protect her arms, branches scratched her skin and, even with the cloud cover overhead, she could feel blisters forming. Her eyes burned, tearing continuously, and she knew Rafael was suffering even worse. She flattened her body in the midst of brush, crawling along an animal trail through the branches.
What do you think you are doing? There was a distinct snap to Rafael’s voice, as if he had bared his teeth.
I’m protecting you. Paul is playing me and he’s nearly as good a tracker as I am. This man isn’t going to get close to either one of you.
I forbid this.
“Forbid away,” she muttered aloud. He was weak, nearly the walking dead, his body so ravaged and torn, but he was too stubborn to admit it. He needed help whether he knew it or not. She crawled closer to where her quarry had settled into the rocks, waiting for her. Waiting to kill her. A chill went down her spine as she realized that was the man’s single goal—to get to her.
Colby . . . There was a warning note in Rafael’s voice, a promise of retaliation.
Just do your thing and let me do mine. This is who I am, Rafael, so if you’re thinking about hooking up with me for any length of time, get used to it.
This is who I am, Colby. You put yourself in danger at any time and I will wrap you up in an impenetrable barrier where nothing can touch you. It will take a great deal of my strength when I need it elsewhere.
She muttered an imprecation under her breath, calling him several names, none of which were complimentary. The man was impossible, even when he was on the verge of death.
She had pushed through the bushes a little farther and saw the vampire’s puppet. It was definitely the same man who had been with Tony Harris on her property near the mines. Her stomach lurched as the thought came unbidden that he had tried to feed on Pete’s body, that he must have been the one to kill him. Ernie Carter looked enormously strong, but disheveled, his clothes torn and rumpled. He was drooling and one eyelid drooped over his eye. He watched Paul through a pair of binoculars, but continually wiped at his streaming eyes.
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