Westin Legacy. Alice Sharpe

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      “So it’s on Open Sky land?”

      “Absolutely. Our family has known about it for generations. I’m surprised Uncle Pete never mentioned it to you.”

      “Is your father the chatty type?”

      Adam laughed. “God, no.”

      “Neither is Pete. I guess it runs in your family except now that I say that, you can talk when you want to.”

      His lips twitched and he shook his head.

      They climbed a series of rocks, their horses picking their way behind them. Adam turned every so often as if to see if she needed help. She made sure she didn’t. Her femme fatale episode was behind her now. Onward and upward.

      He was quite a bit ahead of her when she noticed he’d stopped. Shading his eyes with one hand, he was peering up into the sky. “It’s getting late,” he called. “Let’s get to the top of this bluff and ride again. It’s a little rocky so go slow.”

      “Slow is my new middle name,” she mumbled, and when she finally returned to the saddle, she did so with a smile on her face if not one in her gut. But Bagels seemed as happy as she was that the drama was over and plodded along behind Adam’s mount like a good horse.

      “It’s over the next ridge,” he said at last. They’d actually climbed high enough that snow still existed in shady pockets of land and the temperature dropped. They were soon over the ridge and coming down the far side toward the mountain that was apparently their goal. Echo breathed in big gulps of pine-scented air and marveled that it didn’t seem so remote and lonely here after all.

      It took her a second to notice Adam had stopped his horse dead in his tracks. She stopped as well, and for a second, admired the way Adam looked sitting in his saddle, the man and the horse in total harmony and striking against the green trees and brilliant blue sky. Eventually it occurred to her there was something ominous in the way he stared down the mountain. He was so still and vigilant…?.

      It began to unnerve her. Even the birds seemed to have stopped chattering in the treetops and both horses stood with their ears perked forward.

      Waiting…

      Just when she was about to crack, Adam turned toward her. “Someone is down there.” His voice was very soft.

      The leather saddle creaked as he leaned forward and unsnapped a strap on a long holster that held a rifle, although he didn’t take the weapon out of the scabbard.

      Okay, this was unnerving. And exciting. Really, she’d been positive she’d die of boredom over the next twenty-four hours and already she’d survived a runaway horse, enjoyed some banter with a good-looking relative and now they were going to catch a grave robber.

      “Adam?”

      “Shh,” he said.

      She lowered her voice. “I assume you’re talking about a bad guy?”

      “I think the odds are pretty good. Come on, stay close to me.”

      Try to get rid of me….

      Maybe instead of cooking shows she should divert into true-life action documentaries. The construction of coq au vin, while interesting, didn’t get the pulse pounding like this…?.

      They got off the horses again and walked them partway down the hill. Every twig they trod upon sounded like a thunderclap. Adam finally stopped at a flat spot and tied both horses to a tree. “That looks like an ATV down there. I’m going to check it out. You can stay with the horses.”

      “That’s okay.” She fully intended to stay near the gun.

      He pulled out the rifle and handled it as though he knew what he was doing. She crept along behind him.

      The battered old scooterlike thing sported more rust than paint. It had obviously been parked in an out-of-the-way spot with some attempt at concealment. That kind of shouted nefarious goings-on to Echo, and her spine tingled between her shoulder blades.

      He leaned in very close to her, one hand on her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear. The juxtaposition of this intimacy and the tension of the situation really set the sparks flying.

      “I’m going to see who’s in that cave. I want to catch him red-handed.”

      Me, too! she thought but didn’t say. No way am I missing this.

      Where was a camera crew when you needed one?

      More creeping through the trees until she finally saw where they were headed. Even she could tell the doorlike thing over the mouth of the cave was ajar.

      “I’m going in,” he said, turning to her. She’d been plastered to his back so they ended up nose to nose. “You stay here. If you hear shots or see someone come running out of that cave, stay hidden behind these rocks. Don’t try to help me. Don’t try to stop them. Just hide.”

      “I’m going with you,” she said.

      “Just listen to me, will you?”

      “Stop bossing me around.”

      “I should have tied you up with the horses.” With that he slunk away.

      She lost sight of him for a few minutes, then he emerged next to the cave opening. In an instant, he’d slipped inside.

      How could she bear standing outside waiting for something to happen? Besides, he might need help.

      She started slinking down the trail. When she heard a muffled sound coming from the cave, she broke into a run.

       Chapter Three

      The lock was neatly sawed in half.

      Adam patted his pockets for his flashlight as he stole through the door, then stopped. Whoever was in here had already lit the wall torches. The light wasn’t great but it was good enough to make his way.

      Last March, Pierce had told him that he had found fuel in the torches which he’d assumed Adam or Cody had put there. They hadn’t. After they had proof that the burial chamber had been violated, Adam had made a point of emptying them, but obviously someone had come along after him and filled them again.

      Damn. This place was just too remote to adequately safeguard now that someone was intent on robbing it. His father would need to see this for what it was or three generations of Westin stewardship was going to be for nothing. Maybe this thief was going at it slowly, but sooner or later, greed would get the better of him and all this history would disappear forever.

      But why now, why after all these years? Who knew about it and how had they found out? Who had told?

      Adam paused for a second as a new sound came from the cavern up ahead. It sounded like rocks falling but not enough for an avalanche. Hugging the wall, he waited a few minutes. The sound continued but now he could tell it wasn’t falling rocks. He held the rifle down at his side, ready in case he caught someone unprepared and that someone panicked, but not anticipating he would need to use it.

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