Storming Paradise. Mary McBride

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СКАЧАТЬ Libby. I’m a hot person. And I want to get on to our father’s ranch. Why don’t you go find our driver.” She closed her eyes. “I’d go myself but that snake might still be lurking out there.”

      If it was, Libby thought as she climbed out of the coach, she was going to catch it and then wrap it around her sister’s neck. She lifted a hand to shade her eyes against the bright noon sun. Eb Talent was stretched out in one of the few patches of shade the relay station had to offer. He got to his feet with some difficulty as Libby approached.

      “You got that little one all settled down now, Miss Libby?” he asked.

      “I believe so, Eb. We’re ready to continue on to Paradise if you are.” Libby’s gaze drifted around the relay station. “Where’s Mr. Jones?”

      “Down by the creek.” The old man turned his head and spat into the dust. “We didn’t know, Miss Libby. Why, that little girl coulda fooled anybody. She don’t care much for men, I take it.”

      “She’s had some rather nasty experiences.” Libby looked around again, noticing a thin line of cottonwoods against the intense blue of the sky. “Where is the creek? Over there? Shall I inform Mr. Jones that we’re ready to leave?”

      “That’d be fine, ma’am. Save me some walking and some shouting. I’ll go on and make sure the horses are all set.”

      On her way to the creek, Libby ran her fingers through the damp curls at the nape of her neck. She had taken off her hat, or rather Andy had knocked it off during her hysterics earlier, and at the moment Libby had to admit it felt good to be bareheaded and ungloved beneath the sweltering sun. There wasn’t a breath of breeze, still the leaves of the cottonwoods were shimmying up ahead. She could hear a faint ripple of water running over rocks as she approached, and she could see the long dark hair skimming the broad shoulders of Shadrach Jones as he sat, his back to her, on the bank of the creek.

      “We’re getting ready to leave, Mr. Jones,” she said as she neared. “Before we do, however, I wanted to thank you and tell you how much I appreciate what you did for Andy.”

      He angled around, cocking his head, squinting against the sunlight. One leg was bent, its denim covering rolled up past his knee. Two bright, bloodred lines were streaming down his calf.

      Libby gulped in air, then let it out in a rush. “Good Lord! You’re bleeding,” she exclaimed as she sank down on her knees beside him. “Is it…was it the snake?”

      He laughed. “He just clipped me a little. I did most of that damage myself just making sure all the poison’s out. It looks a lot worse than it is, believe me.”

      She didn’t believe a word of that casual denial. On her knees, Libby edged closer to him. “We need to get that bleeding stopped,” she said firmly. “Do you have a clean handkerchief, Mr. Jones?”

      “No, ma’am.” He pointed to the blood-soaked bandanna now lying in the dust.

      Then Shad narrowed his gaze on her worried face. If she bit any harder on that lower lip, he thought, pretty soon she’d be bleeding, too. It dawned on him suddenly that she wasn’t wearing her hat, that her dark hair had a reddish cast out here in the sunlight. He didn’t know why that pleased him or sent a quick jolt of desire through him. The lady could be bald for all it mattered to him. What mattered, after all, was the fact that she was a lady. And he wanted no part of that.

      “I’m fine,” he told her gruffly. “Save your mothering for your daughter, Miss Kingsland. I don’t need it”

      “What you need is a clean bandage, Mr. Jones,” she snapped, “and if you’ll turn your back for a moment, I’ll provide you with one.”

      The soft worry in her features had hardened to flint now, Shad noticed. Amos Kingsland’s stubborn fire burned in her blue eyes. “Turn my back?”

      “Please. I need to tear off a strip of my petticoat.”

      “Go ahead.”

      “I will,” she said, “as soon as you redirect your gaze.”

      “I’ve seen petticoats before, ma’am.”

      “Not mine, Mr. Jones,” she countered sternly.

      Biting down on a curse, Shad turned and stared off across the creek while he listened to assorted rustlings and then to one quick, decisive rip.

      He jerked slightly at the cool touch of her hand on his leg.

      “Sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she murmured as she wound the torn cloth around him. “That was a very selfless gesture, Mr. Jones. What you did for little Andy. I’m grateful to you.”

      Shad didn’t reply. He was trying to concentrate on something else. Anything else. The way the creek eddied around the slant of a downed cottonwood branch. A bluebottle fly edging along the pull-strap of his discarded boot. Patterns of sun and shade. Anything but the soft, almost dazzling drift of her fingertips. Anything but those feathers and flames. He was thinking he much preferred the bite of a rattler. It did less damage in the long run.

      “There,” she said, making a last little tear, giving a last little tug as she tied the bandage. “That ought to do, at least until we reach Paradise.”

      Hallelujah. He could feel the sweat trickling down his side and he knew it had nothing to do with the sun overhead. “Thank you, ma’am.”

      “You’re quite welcome.”

      He heard the dovelike swish of her skirts—those sacred, well-guarded petticoats—that meant she was getting up. He could almost breathe again.

      “Oh. One more thing, Mr. Jones.” She was standing just behind him, her shadow spilling over him like dark silk. “I hate to ask after what you did for Andy, but I wonder if you’d mind riding the rest of the way up front with Mr. Talent? The poor child’s calmer now, but…”

      “Glad to,” he answered quickly. God, how he was glad.

       Chapter Five

      Libby lifted the side curtain to gaze out at the passing landscape. At the final relay stop, Shula had popped her head out of the coach and inquired—Princess fashion—about the time they’d be reaching Paradise. Eb Talent had slapped his knee and hooted with laughter.

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