Blackwolf's Redemption. Sandra Marton

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      “A rope?”

      “To get us off this cliff.”

      She blinked. “To get us off this…”

      He squatted beside her, grabbed her shoulders, forced her to turn her head and see the canyon. “Take a look, lady. We’re on the side of a mountain. As if you didn’t already know—”

      “Oh God!” The words were a whisper, but they became louder and louder as she repeated them. “Oh God,” she said, “oh God, oh God…”

      She began to tremble. Tremble? The understatement of the year. She was shaking like an aspen leaf in a windstorm. Jesse shook her. Hard.

      “Stop it!”

      “I’m on the mountain. Blackwolf Mountain. In Blackwolf Canyon.” She made a sound that might have been a laugh. “And this—this is the sacred stone!”

      “Surprise, surprise,” he said coldly.

      She swung toward him, eyes wide, face still devoid of color.

      “I was in the canyon. In it, do you understand? I was looking up at the mountain. At this ledge. At these stones and the sun and then—and then there was lightning and then I was here and no, it’s impossible, impossible, impossible…”

      If it was an act, it was a good one. Damn it, was she going into shock? No color. Sentences that made no sense.

      He caught her wrist.

      “Take it easy.”

      She laughed. It was the kind of laugh he’d heard wounded men make on the battlefield just before they gave it all up and went into shocked insanity. A knot formed in his belly. No. He was not going to let this woman go there. He had enough blood on his hands to last a lifetime.

      “Take it easy,” he said again. Her teeth were chattering, and he had nothing to warm her with except himself. On a low, angry curse, he wrapped his arms around her. “Calm down.”

      “D-did you h-hear what I said? I wa-was down there. At the bottom of this—this pile of rock. And then I wasn’t. I wasn’t d-down there, I was—I was here. And you—and you—”

      “Come here,” he growled, and he drew her hard against him. She struggled; he ignored it. After a few seconds, she gave a little sob; he felt the warmth of her breath against his naked flesh, the hot kiss of her tears. She felt delicate, almost fragile in his arms.

      How on earth could she have had the strength to get up here?

      It didn’t make sense.

      Yes, she’d ignored his No Trespassing signs. She’d come here to steal artifacts. He was certain of that. But how had she climbed to this ledge? He knew how much muscle power it took, and he knew, too, that she didn’t have it.

      Not that her body was soft. Well, yes, it was. Soft, as only a woman could be soft. But she was fit. Toned. Her arms. Her belly, pressed to his.

      Her breasts.

      Rounded. Full. Ripe. And maybe he was the savage she thought him to be, after all, if he was in danger of turning hard while he held a woman he didn’t know, and had every reason to dislike, in his arms.

      Tonight, once he was off this damned mountain, Jesse thought grimly, he’d turn himself back into a man of the 1970s instead of the 1870s. He’d drive into town, hit the bar at Bozeman’s best hotel and find himself a woman, a sweet-smelling, sexy East Coast tourist.

      It was time to work off the past months of foolish celibacy. And if there was one thing that had never changed about him, it was that he’d never had trouble finding a beautiful woman to warm his bed.

      After a couple of hours of that, he wouldn’t get turned on holding a thief in his arms.

      At least his thief had stopped shaking. She was making little hiccupping sounds. Carefully, he put her from him.

      “Are you all right now?”

      She nodded. Her hair had come loose. He’d thought it was brown, but it wasn’t. It was gold. Beige. Brown. And what in hell did the color of her hair matter? Quickly, he got to his feet.

      “Good,” he said briskly. “Because you’re going to have to listen closely. And cooperate, if we’re going to get down safely.”

      She looked up at him. “What happened to me?”

      Her voice was soft, still shocked. He couldn’t afford that; she’d be too much a liability unless she got a grip on reality.

      “Lightning.”

      She nodded. “I remember. It was green. How could lightning be green?”

      It was an excellent question. Lightning, especially here, came in lots of colors. Red. White. A kind of electric blue. But green?

      “Save the questions for later,” he said brusquely. “Right now, what matters is getting off this ledge.”

      She swallowed. Ran the tip of her tongue over her dry lips.

      “I’m, uh, I’m not much for heights.”

      That explained why she hadn’t tried to look into the canyon again. It sure as hell didn’t explain how she’d gotten herself up here—and then a thought came to him.

      “Do you have an accomplice?”

      She stared up at him. “A what?”

      “Is there anyone with you?” There had to be. Jesse moved to the edge of their stony platform and peered down, scanning the canyon floor as he’d once scanned for the ‘Cong. Nobody. Nothing. Only Cloud, swishing his plume of a tail and munching on the leaves of a shrub.

      “Yes,” the woman said slowly. “Of course!” She stood up, keeping her eyes on the mountain, but she wobbled a little. Instinctively, Jesse moved quickly to her and gathered her against him. “Jack. Jack and the others.”

      “They abandoned you.”

      “No. They’re at the foot of the mountain.”

      “They’re gone,” Jesse said harshly. “They let you risk your life for nothing. There’s nothing here to steal. The guardian stones, the sacred stone itself, are too big. And there’s nothing else.” His mouth twisted. “Your people made off with whatever was up here fifty years ago.”

      “My people?” She glared up at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      What, indeed? She was white. So what? He was, too. Half white, anyway, and what did it matter? He’d never given a damn about anyone’s color. It was just that there was something about this woman that was disturbing.

      “Okay,” he said gruffly. “Here’s the plan.” An overstatement, but she didn’t have to know that. “I’m going to link our belts together. I’ll fasten one end around your wrist, the other around me. I’ll go down first and you’ll watch every move I СКАЧАТЬ