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  Throughout the recital, Ev’s tone had been flat. He reached out for the cup of water.

  Kiera handed it over. She’d listened in silence. She knew the horror of being in the charge of an adult who was callous and cruel and who used any excuse to do violence to those he should cherish. Grandfather held beliefs similar to those of Ev’s father, but at least she’d always had care afterward. From what Ev said, it sounded like the circuit riding preacher didn’t provide much of anything for his family but pain. “Did he ever try to return?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Ev lowered the cup. It shook in his hand, so Kiera took it from him, replacing it with her hand. She gave a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

  “Momma didn’t survive that beating.” Ev continued, his voice not quite as steady, grief lurking behind his gaze. “Her heart was as broken as her body. She’d dreamed all her life of settling down and raising a family with the man she loved. Well, the man she loved turned out to be a monster who couldn’t settle and probably hated her for wanting him to. In the end, I think she gave up because she knew Lillith and I no longer needed anyone to stand between us and my father. The day we buried Momma, I put my sister on the train to our aunt and uncle in Chicago. I haven’t been back since and haven’t heard anything from Chicago. ‘Course, I’m on the move, so if any mail finds me it’s always months — sometimes years — late.”

  Kiera had no words of comfort. She’d lost her sisters, but at least they were still alive; she hoped. “Yet you became a marshal?”

  “Yes, a representative of the law. The law is impartial. It doesn’t have personal feelings about anyone or anything. The law applies universally, not just to those folks who happen to look at you the wrong way, or pray the wrong way, or look different than you.”

  His voice picked up a passionate note. His hand gripped hers firmly.

  “You could be a sheriff and represent the law. Yet you chose to take work that would make you wander like your daddy.”

  “I’m nothing like my daddy.” Ev growled and glared at her. “And if I wander, it’s because I’ve seen the harm done by trying to settle in one place.”

  She ignored his ire, but her heart hurt. If she didn’t hang, she planned to live the rest of her life in Smoke Valley — with or without her sisters, with or without this man. Part of her wished Ev thought differently, because she did not believe there was any other man she’d want to live with for the rest of her life. One way or another her time with Ev was coming to an end.

  • • •

  Several mornings later Kiera entered the cave with the meager supply of firewood she’d scrounged from spots around the waterfall where the wildfire hadn’t burned. The good thing was that the wood was dry. The bad thing was that the wood was so dry it would burn fast. She’d laid in what might normally be a three day supply — only luck would make it last that long. She set the wood on the pile she’d made near Ev’s left shoulder then bent to check on him.

  A week had passed since the attack and firestorm; Ev’s fever still flushed his cheeks. He wasn’t keeping food down, and the wound on his thigh was swollen and ringed with hot red skin that faded to yellow.

  She might manage to get him on a horse and keep him in the saddle long enough to ride up the cliffside to the pools. But once there, she wouldn’t be able to get the horse to the pool. She’d have to drag Ev over hundreds of feet of rocks. Even in his weakened state he was too heavy for her. She nearly wept with frustration. The means to save him lay a short distance away, and she couldn’t get him there. The best she could do was to fill a skin with water from the healing pool and hope that it would reduce Ev’s inflammation sufficiently to let him survive until help could arrive.

  She wished she remembered more of Spirit Talker’s lessons on medicinal plants, but she’d been too pre-occupied taking photographs of them. If she could get him to the healing, hot spring, that would solve the problem Photographs, now burnt to cinders, which might have helped to identify those plants, if any survived, and maybe keep Ev alive. She’d done what she could, but knew it was not enough.

  She felt his forehead again and found him still impossibly warm. His eyes opened. She waited, her gaze linked with his. Most of the time, he was out of his head, raving about his daddy and momma. However, he had his lucid moments — moments when he refused to admit he needed help. He’d urge her to leave him and run while she had the chance because he’d only hold her back.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He formed a small smile.

  She tried to smile back at him.

  “What day is it?”

  She wanted to lie, to tell him that only a day had passed, but he’d never believe her. “A week since the fire started.”

  He frowned. “What are you still doing here? If the Shoshone kill Boyd because you waited for me to die, the two of us’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.”

  “I’m giving you the best chance I can to survive. Water from the healing pool is in this skin. You’ll need to soak your wound with it twice a day. Firewood’s here on your left.” She pulled back to let him see the water skin and meager stack of fuel. “The horses have enough feed to last them, and since there’s no grass left, they probably won’t wander farther than the waterfall. Just don’t let them trample you. Other supplies are behind your head. Easy reach, but you’re between them and any hungry critters looking for food. All the guns and ammunition are on your right.”

  “You can’t ride for five days through rough country without firearms.” The strength of his objection blazed in his fever bright eyes though his voice was thready and his lips trembled.

  One corner of her mouth kicked up as she lifted his head to give him water. “You and I both know I couldn’t hit anything chasing me or that I might be chasing. I won’t be stopping to hunt. I’ve got my knife for protection, and that’s all I’m going to need. I’m leaving the photographs with you, so you’ll know I’ll be back with Muh’Weda and Boyd in no time.”

  His mouth formed a thin line.

  She knew he wanted to object but was too weak for any sustained discussion. Besides, he couldn’t stop her, wouldn’t if he could. Her leaving had been his idea. Finally, she hadn’t disagreed. With time dwindling, chances of saving Boyd’s life were greater than chances for Ev’s survival even if she stayed. Nonetheless, she wished he could stop her from going. She wished he wanted her to stay instead of sacrificing his life for Boyd’s. She wished she was the one injured. She wished a thousand different things, but had to deal with the ones she had.

  “It’s still early,” he whispered. “Leave now and make the most of the daylight.”

  She swallowed a protest, knowing he was right. Then she leaned forward, brushing her lips across his. “Don’t die on me. Promise!”

  A dry chuckle twisted his entire frame. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”

  His kiss lingered on her lips, as she went.

  • • •

  The days and nights blended. Ev tried to keep track. Dreams of his father beating him or his sister for some unfathomable sin mixed with brief delusions that Kiera had returned and nightmares of burning wolves attacking the horses. Something must have happened because the horses were gone. He had a vague memory of two wolves roaming just outside the cave. The horses had panicked, and he’d rolled out of the way to avoid their wild charge. He hoped they were okay. His bay had served him well and long and didn’t deserve to become wolf fodder. The wolves should have pursued the mounts. However, his fevered brain planted the pair inside the front of the cave and, waking or sleeping, kept them there. Their hot fetid breath caressed his dreams. Their rough fur prickled his delirium. Why didn’t they just eat him and get it over with?

  He was in and out of fever-induced madness so much that he couldn’t be certain if minutes, hours, or days passed since his last clear moments. The wolves were never present when, shivering as always, he woke, though he could smell them and knew they were near. When he remembered to do it, bathed his
wound, stoked the fire, and hoped the feeble blaze would keep the predators away.

  The morning came when he emptied the water skin, placed the last few branches on the coals, and watched them catch. The flame would extinguish before dusk. Freezing to death or feast for wolves, he wouldn’t last the night.

  He prayed then as he rarely did. Prayed for Kiera’s safety, and that the sister he’d lost long ago would forgive him when he met her on his way to heaven or hell. He tried to pray for his father, to forgive the man all the harm he’d done in the name of his god. Ev found the words wouldn’t come. He couldn’t forgive, so he knew he’d end with the devil. He thanked God for the few precious days with Kiera, grateful that he’d had the chance to know her. He closed his eyes on amen, ignored the hunger in his belly, and soon enough slid into the abyss.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Ready, Miss Alden?” Lieutenant Eldridge tipped his hat in respect even though Kiera sat manacled in her saddle, the reins of her gray mare held in the firm grip of a grizzled sergeant.

  “If you could give me a private moment with my spirit brother, I’d appreciate it.”

  “Two minutes. No more.” The Lieutenant nodded then walked his horse down the line of troops.

  “I don’t like leaving you alone in the custody of these soldiers,” protested Muh’ Weda.

  “I don’t much like it either, but you can get to Smoke Valley faster than anyone else. I’m counting on you to bring Ev and my photographs to Laramie fast.”

  Neither one of them acknowledged that it would probably be Ev’s body Muh’Weda would bring out of Smoke Valley.

  “You should have headed for Canada the minute the soldiers spotted you trying to get my attention last night.”

  She shook her head. “Even if I could have outrun them, I wouldn’t want to. I need to clear my name. Ev … ” Kiera swallowed a sob. “Ev needs you to bring him to Spirit Talker. If not for Boyd, I’d be with Ev now.”

  Muh’Weda gave her time to compose herself. “I’m sending Boyd with you plus one of my cousins to act as messenger.”

  “No. You’ll need their help with Ev.”

  “I’ll have all the assistance I need. Boyd’s sharper than he looks despite his lack of experience. You need someone on your side to keep you from being railroaded.”

  “I doubt anyone can prevent Big Si from doing that.”

  “Maybe not, but Boyd knows the law. He can slow things down. Maybe long enough for me to catch up with you and help.”

  There wasn’t any help, unless he got those photographs to Laramie before she was hanged, and they both knew it.

  The lieutenant trotted by on his way to the head of the troop. “Mount up.”

  “Time’s up, my friend. Promise me you won’t grieve if the worst happens.” She stretched to touch him but couldn’t quite reach his shoulder.

  “The worst won’t happen,” Muh’Weda denied, raising his hand in respect. “So I won’t promise.”

  She stared at him for a long time. “Guess there’s nothing left to say but goodbye.”

  “For’ard ho!” The troop moved off at a trot, double file.

  “Farewell, sister of my heart.” Muh’Weda’s words drowned in a cloud of dust and jingle of harness. He watched until the troop disappeared over a rise. Kiera never looked back.

  • • •

  Hell was almost as painful as Ev expected. Pins needled his back, chest and arms. He couldn’t see it, but a hot poker skewered his thigh. He ached everywhere. Worse, some monster pounded on his skull from the inside. He’d put up with all of it, if he could just have a drink of water. If he could be thirsty, maybe he wasn’t dead. Kiera left the water at his side. He tried to reach for it, but his arms wouldn’t move. The devil had him trussed like a chicken. So even if he’d had water, he couldn’t have reached it. At least he wasn’t cold anymore. Nice not to feel frozen. Of course he didn’t feel warm either. So the thirst, the smell of pine and horse he’d just noticed, the creak of harness and thud of hooves … creak of harness? Thud of hooves?

  A series of bumps jostled his body and the wooden frame he was tied to. Tied to a wooden frame? A travois? He might feel dead, but he wasn’t. He’d be happy about it, overjoyed, as soon as he knew who had him and where he was being taken.

  The sounds of rushing water met his ears, and the travois jerked to a stop. What seemed like a long time passed, but eventually a man in buckskins appeared beside him.

  “So, you’re awake.”

  Ev’s “yes” didn’t sound like much more than a croak.

  The man knelt, and Ev recognized Kiera’s friend, Muh’Weda. He released the ropes securing Ev to the travois.

  “Here. Have some water.”

  Muh’Weda helped Ev to lift his head then put a waterskin to his lips.

  “Glad to see your fever’s broke. You were out of your mind for the entire day that we had you in Spirit Talker’s hot spring. He said not to leave you there for more than a day, so we’re on our way back to Lake Yellow Stone now.

  While Muh’Weda talked, Ev didn’t give a hoot what had happened over the past few days. Ev sipped, knowing that he’d never keep the water down if he drank too fast.

  “Kiera, where’s Kiera?”

  Something gleamed in the brave’s eyes, and his lips quirked. “She’s waiting for you.”

  “She said she’d come.”

  “She sent me instead. Drink more.”

  Ev drank.

  “You know I’ve never seen anything like what I saw when we found you at the Smoke Valley waterfall.”

  Ev raised a brow but kept taking sips of water.

  “We had a little trouble getting you out.”

  He handed the skin back to Muh’Weda. “Why?”

  The Shoshone eased Ev’s head back onto the travois.

  “We had to get past two wolves.”

  “Wolves?” Ev croaked, raising his head on his own.

  Muh’Weda gave him the skin again.

  Ev drank. Had those delirious nightmares been real? What had kept the wolves from having him for lunch?

  The brave nodded. “They defended you like you were their last meal. We had to lure them out with a couple of fresh rabbits. We took so long getting you settled on the travois, rounding up your horses, and packing your supplies that we were afraid the wolves would come back. We didn’t want to have to kill them to get you away, but they vanished along with the rabbits.”

  “That’s incredible,” Ev muttered between sips of water.

  “I’ve heard of such things in legends but have never seen it nor do I know anyone who has. I will tell Spirit Talker when we return to Yellow Stone Lake. He may be able to explain the wolves’ behavior better.”

  Ev didn’t know what to make of the story, so he kept sipping water until he could take no more. By then his energy was depleted. However, instead of laying back he tried to rise.

  “I’ve got to … ”

  “No,” insisted Muh’Weda. “You must rest. I’ll get you to Kiera soon enough.”

  They traveled at a snail’s pace, crawling over the ridges and dales with deliberate care for Ev’s injuries. He should have been grateful. He was, but he was also impatient more with the infirmities that didn’t heal fast enough and forced the slow pace than he was with Muh’Weda and the other Shoshone helping him.

  Two weeks after Kiera’s departure, the rescue party reached the Shoshone camp on the shores of Yellow Stone Lake. By then Ev was hobbling, but he tired easily and still lacked the strength in his thigh to be able to sit a horse for very long. They arrived as the moon was rising. Ev wanted to see Kiera immediately, but he was taken to a small lodge furnished with food and sleeping furs and left there with two Shoshone men guarding the entrance. When he attempted to leave, the two men very firmly made him understand he was to stay inside.

  He finally fell asleep on the furs. His sleep was sound and dreamless. He woke slowly to see Spirit Talker seated and tending his leg wound. Muh’Weda sat next to the medi
cine man.

  Spirit Talker tightened a bandage then looked Ev in the face as Muh’Weda handed Ev bread and pointed to a bowl.

  “While you eat I wish to speak of these wolves Muh’Weda says you have seen. Please tell me about them.”

  In between bites, Ev recited the incident at the hot springs and then in the cave.

  When he finished, Spirit Talker nodded. “These wolves are guardians of Dabai’Waipi. I remember seeing them before Muh’Weda brought our daughter of the heart to us out of the snow. As long as you do not harm Dabai’Waipi, the wolves will not harm you.” The man took Ev’s empty bowl and handed him washing water and a pile of cloth. “Wash. Use these clean clothes. Muh’Weda will be outside when you are ready.”

  “Kiera … ?”

  The man left before Ev could form a single question — and he had so many.

  Indians! Ev would never understand why they behaved as they did. He needed to know if he was their guest or their prisoner? Promising to take him to Kiera was all well and good, but it hadn’t happened yet. Either way he figured he’d comply with instructions. In his experience, objecting just slowed things down, and until he saw Kiera for himself, he was in a mighty big hurry.

  When he emerged from the tipi, Muh’Weda led Ev to the council. This, at least, was familiar from his earlier stay at the camp. The same three elders sat in the same places with the men and women of the tribe flanking them on either side. A pipe was passed around. When a young man handed the pipe to Ev, he knew better than to refuse. He also knew that the version of tobacco used by some nations could sometimes pack a powerful punch. He sucked the smoke into his mouth and slowly released as much smoke as he politely could without inhaling too much. Then he passed the pipe to the next man.

  Smiles and nods of approval dotted the room, but the elders remained stoic. When the pipe ceremony ended and the pipe was emptied, cleaned and stowed away, Spirit Talker stood.

  Ev moved to stand as well, but Muh’Weda’s hand on his arm held him back. “Patience, Marshal. You will learn everything you need to know in good time.”