Rider on Fire & When You Call My Name: Rider on Fire / When You Call My Name. Sharon Sala

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      “You can’t prove that,” she muttered.

      “Well…actually, I can,” he said. “You’ve come all this way. You don’t have to believe me. Follow me if you dare, and see for yourself.”

      Sonora thought of the handgun tucked into the storage behind the seat and then of how far she’d let herself be guided by a whim. What could it hurt? If she had to, she could take him. Besides, maybe this would finally put an end to being a walking nightmare just waiting to happen.

      Adam watched her eyes, only guessing at the jumble of thoughts that must be going through her head.

      “I won’t hurt you,” he added.

      She fixed her gaze on his face, remembered the last thing he’d said to her in her dream, and then sighed. “I know that,” she said.

      Her assurance was startling.

      “Why do you say that with such confidence?” Adam asked.

      “I’m here because I fell into some sort of twilight zone. I’m here because I keep dreaming of a man who’s either sick or dying. And I’m here because you keep haunting my dreams.”

      Again she mentioned seeing him in her dreams. Intrigued, he had to ask. “What am I doing in your dreams?”

      “Trying to seduce me… I think.”

      He wondered if he looked as startled as he felt.

      “Indeed,” he drawled. “And did I succeed?”

      Thunder rumbled in the distance.

      Sonora glanced up at the sky. Either she holed up in another motel until this storm passed, or she followed this man. Despite the fact that she’d seen his face in her dreams, she didn’t know him. For all she knew, he might try to harm her. Then she sighed. Miguel Garcia wanted her dead. So what was new? It was either the devil she knew or the one she didn’t.

      “I have one question to ask you,” she said, ignoring the fact that she had not answered his.

      He shrugged. “Then ask.”

      “This man you claim to be my father. Does he have a wind chime on his front porch that looks like a dream catcher?”

      Despite the depth of his tribal beliefs, Adam was taken aback by the question.

      “Yes.”

      “And does he have a hobby of carving things out of wood?”

      Adam thought of his friend’s fame that was known all over the world by those who indulged in his particular brand of art.

      “Yes, you could say that,” he said.

      “And…a few days ago, was he taken ill?”

      Now Adam was feeling off-kilter.

      “You have seen all of this…in dreams?”

      She shrugged, then nodded.

      “The Old Ones have been playing with you,” he said softly.

      “Who?”

      “Never mind,” he said. “If you want to meet your father, then follow me.”

      “I need gas.”

      “I will wait.”

      She reached for the nozzle to the pump, quickly filled the tank and then dashed into the station to pay.

      Adam saw Franklin in every movement she made, from the cut of her features to the way she moved when she walked—with her toes pointed inward just the tiniest bit and with the grace of a young filly at one with the world. She was a woman with copper-colored skin and long legs that life had saddled with a hefty portion of defiance. She and Franklin would get along just fine.

      When she came out and mounted her bike, Adam was already rolling out of the station and onto the street.

      She stuffed her hair back beneath her helmet, then fired up the engine. She was on Adam Two Eagles’s tail before he passed the city-limits sign.

      Chapter 6

      Sonora was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that not only was the man she’d dreamed of actually real but that she was following him up a mountain without knowing where she was going. It was against every safeguard she’d been taught, and against every instinct she had. And yet she was doing it.

      It was the first time in her life that she’d questioned the wisdom of having no personal ties. Before, it had been not only convenient but wise. Without family, bad guys had no leverage against agents like her. But she’d never been faced with this particular situation. She wanted someone to know where she was and what she was doing, if for no other reason than to have a place to start looking for her should she suddenly disappear.

      Even as she was thinking the thoughts, something told her she was overstating the obvious. Adam Two Eagles had made no threats toward her. She didn’t feel uneasy around him and she was a good judge of character. She wasn’t afraid of Adam Two Eagles, but she was uncomfortable with what he represented.

      Frustrated by thoughts that just kept going in circles, she began to focus on the beauty of the mountain, instead. Pine and cedar trees grew in great abundance, as well as knobby-barked blackjack trees—a cousin of the oak. Every so often she would see a bird fly out from among the branches of a tree and then disappear into another.

      She thought of what it would be like to live up here, so far away from the conveniences of city living. One would have to be very secure to live so alone. Then it occurred to her that she lived in a city among thousands and was as alone as anyone could be. It was an eye-opening realization to know that it wasn’t where you lived, but how you lived, that made lonely people.

      Obviously, Franklin Blue Cat was alone, but if he was as secure within himself as Adam, she doubted that he was very lonely.

      Just when she thought they would never arrive at their destination, Adam began to slow down, then came to a complete stop.

      Sonora was forced to stop daydreaming and focus on the immediate. Up to now, the road had been blacktop, but she saw that at the fork it became dirt. She realized she was about to eat dust.

      When Adam leaned his head out of the window and waved her over, it became apparent he was concerned with the same thing.

      “If you follow me too closely, you will be covered in dust.”

      She flipped up the visor on the helmet so that she could more easily be heard. “I’ll manage,” she said.

      “Still, if you want to lay back a little, I thought I’d tell you where we’re going so that you don’t miss a turn.”

      Sonora thought about it and decided that a serial killer probably wouldn’t give her a chance to get away like this. His offer СКАЧАТЬ