All The Way. Beverly Bird

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      People wouldn’t forget him because of a few weeks off—and if they did, he could remind them again in a hurry. But he was afraid of what he would find when—if—he had time on his hands to corner Liv Slade for a few answers.

      Damn you, Livie, what did you do?

      “Find Chillie for me,” he said to Pritch, his throat more raw than ever.

      “Your business manager? Why?”

      “If I’ve got to take a month off—”

      “Six weeks would be my recommendation,” the doctor interjected.

      “Stay out of this,” Hunter growled. Then he turned back to Pritch. “I need Chillie to find me a place to stay in Arizona for a little while.”

      He’d checked into it once, years ago. She was still living there. She’d left Flag and had opened up a bed-and-breakfast in Jerome with a partner.

      It was time to pay Livie a visit.

      Liv let her mare choose her own footing down the trail off Cleopatra Hill. Daisy was a champion climber, and all she needed from her rider was to leave her alone and let her do her thing. Liv gave her her head and kept her own attention on the sixteen people riding single file in front of her.

      Six of them were guests of the inn. The others were tourists visiting town for the day or staying at one of the more modern hotels. The tours were a side business she’d begun two years ago after being peppered by questions about the area at the tea they served each afternoon at the Copper Rose. Liv knew a lot about Jerome, about Arizona in general. Her knowledge came free with a stay at the inn, but then she started wondering, why not charge the other tourists? Why not combine local lore with a little Western riding?

      Riding had never been her strong suit, but she was better at it than most, thanks to Hunter’s relentless tutoring. Her horseback tours of the area had become a thriving success.

      Don’t think about him, she warned herself. But her mind had worried over him ever since he had disappeared from the Michigan hospital two days ago. News reports said he was “recovering” at an undisclosed location.

      Hunter wasn’t the type to lie about and heal. Liv had the nagging, unsettling feeling that he was up to something.

      The walkie-talkie at her waist suddenly crackled and spat noise. Bourne was riding at the head of the pack and his voice came through. He thought that an overweight woman wearing a voluminous pink blouse was starting to seem short of breath. Her poor horse was doing all the work, Liv thought, but she also suspected that the woman’s nerves were screwed up just about as tightly as they could go. She decided it was time for a scenic break.

      She told Bourne to stop the group at the next clearing. A few minutes later the riders gathered in a rocky enclave with a spectacular view of the Verde Valley beneath them. In the opposite direction, the homes and buildings of Jerome climbed up the hill like diligent ants.

      Liv dismounted. “A hundred and twenty-five years ago, this area was nothing more than a settlement of tents,” she began conversationally. She’d learned never to sound as though she was lecturing. “Our Native Americans were the first miners on these hills, then the Spanish came along, looking for gold but finding copper instead. Along about 1876, Anglos staked the first legitimate claims and Jerome sprang to life. It called itself the wickedest town in the West.”

      “Why?” someone asked as Bourne began handing out juice packs.

      “The men who came here were—for the most part—young and single and rowdy. They were drawn from all over the world—Mexico and Croatia, Ireland and Italy and China—by the prospect of finding their fortunes here. Jerome became the darling of investors, and there was always some corporation willing to buy these guys out. Then, of course, the men needed something to spend their money on, so more people moved in to provide that. At one point Jerome boasted twenty-one bars and eight houses of…well, ill repute.” She grinned. “And where there are liquor and loose women and men of different cultures, there are bound to be a few fights and a handful of murders.”

      “Especially if one of those women played her man like a fiddle.”

      The voice was smoky, an idle notch above dangerous. Recognition jolted through Liv. She turned quickly.

      Hunter.

      Liv had the bizarre thought that at least she knew where he was now. He sat on a black horse just at the mouth of the path. Already his hair seemed vaguely longer than it had on television a week ago. But everything else about him was treacherously familiar.

      How many times had he ridden up to her hogan looking just like this? With that careless, masculine slouch on a gelding with no saddle…his movements making his hair shift and catch the light. But this time he didn’t grin at her. She had the half-hearted hope that he was in pain—it hadn’t been that many weeks since his accident—and maybe that glare didn’t mean that he had every intention of destroying her for what she had done.

      Liv flipped her own hair behind her shoulder. “If she got what she wanted, then I’d say she was a wise woman.”

      “Or the man was a fool. I’m no fool, Livie.”

      “Don’t call me that.” No one but Hunter had ever called her that.

      “Folks are ready to move on here, Liv,” said Bourne.

      Liv glanced at him helplessly. It occurred to her that he had no idea who Hunter was. She planned to keep it that way. “Start out again without me.”

      “Not sure that’s a good idea. The insurance—”

      “Do it.” Liv swallowed carefully and softened her tone deliberately. “Please.”

      “You’re the boss.”

      She looked back at Hunter. She heard Bourne’s saddle creak as he mounted again behind her, then the plodding sound as seventeen sets of hooves hit the rocky soil, moving out.

      Something strange was beginning to happen in the area of her chest, something airy and light that almost felt like relief. They’d settle this now. Liv discovered that she was ready for combat. It was better than living in dread. She couldn’t go on leaping out of her skin every time the phone rang.

      “Boss,” Hunter repeated so softly his voice might have been a caress, but there was nothing warm about it.

      “You knew that or you couldn’t have found me. Someone had to have told you I was leading this ride.”

      “The desk clerk at the Connor suggested where I might find you. You have a few of his paying customers astride.”

      “Yes.” It seemed safest to keep things simple until she could gauge his intent.

      “I’m staying there.”

      She forced herself to nod. “How nice.”

      “I thought the Copper Rose might be a little…too СКАЧАТЬ