Cowboy to the Max. Rita Herron

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       Sadie wiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I told you, I don’t know.”

       His gaze shot to hers. “What do you mean, you don’t know? You saw his face, didn’t you?”

       Sadie made a pained sound in her throat. “I…yes, but it was dark. So dark, I’m not sure I would recognize him.”

       Or maybe she’d blocked it out because of the trauma. “Had you ever seen him before? Maybe in the bar?”

       Her small shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I…don’t know. Maybe. But there were men like him in the bar every night. Men pawing at me and watching me. I…tried to ignore them.”

       He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “What do you remember?”

       She sighed, another sound of pain rumbling from her. Then her eyes glazed over, taking on a distant look, as if she was reliving the nightmare. “He was big, almost as tall as you but heavier. And his head was shaved.” She bunched her skirt in between her fingers. “He smelled like cheap cologne and sweat and beer.”

       She was right. That description could fit half the men in Texas, especially at that low-rent bar where she’d been working.

       He cleared his throat. “Go on.”

       She scrubbed at her cheeks as if annoyed with herself for crying. “At first, I was in shock. I…didn’t know where to go.”

       “If you’d called the police, they could have protected you and your mother.” And he would never have gone to jail. “And they might have been able to use DNA to track down the bastard who attacked you.”

       Her eyes flared with derision. “I worked in a bar, Carter. I’m Native American, too. I know how the police work. They would have made me out to be some kind of tramp.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Besides, my mother was dying of cancer. I was all she had. I could barely afford to care for her, much less drag her through a scandal.”

       “So you just let him get away?” Carter asked, incredulous.

       Sadie folded her hands into fists by her sides. “I wanted to come forward, Carter. Believe me, I did. But I told you I was in shock. In fact, the first few weeks after the attack, I was so weak and disoriented I couldn’t even get out of bed, much less remember the details of what happened.”

       A seed of hope burst through the darkness eating Carter’s soul. “But you went to the hospital, right? So they have records—”

       “I didn’t go to the hospital,” Sadie said in a low voice.

       Disappointment shot through Carter. “No hospital. Why?”

       “Because I thought he’d find me there. That he’d kill my mother and then finish me off.” She paced to the adjoining kitchen and glanced out the window, her body shuddering as she wrapped her arms around herself. “I didn’t know where to turn, so I called a friend from the reservation. He came and took me there to recover, and so the shaman could treat my wound.”

       Carter cursed, strode to her and swung her around to face him. All this time he’d banked on Sadie having the answers he needed to clear himself. He couldn’t accept the fact that she didn’t. “So you’re telling me we have nothing. No evidence. That you can’t identify this man—”

       Her face crumpled. “I’m sorry, Carter. I—”

       Something rattled outside, jerking his attention, and he threw up a finger to shush her. She tensed, her eyes widening, as he peered through the window at the alley.

       A shadow moved across the glass pane then suddenly something crashed through the window where they were standing.

       Sadie screamed. Carter jerked her down to the floor as glass sprayed the counter and carpet.

       Suddenly smoke began to billow through the room, stinging his eyes and throat.

       Dammit. It was a pipe bomb.

       Whoever had set it off wanted to kill them.

      Chapter Three

      Sadie dove down beside Carter, coughing as thick smoke clouded the room. “My God, what’s happening?”

       “It’s a pipe bomb. Come on, we have to get outside.” Carter grabbed her hand. “Stay behind me and keep low.” He wielded his gun as if he was ready to shoot, then tugged her toward the kitchen and the back door.

       Sadie grabbed her shoulder bag on the way out, her heart racing. The man who’d attacked her… He knew Carter had escaped. He’d been following her.

       All those shadows the past few days, the sensation of someone watching her, of someone breathing down her neck…it had been real.

       He had come back to kill her, to kill them both.…

       Carter pushed open the back door and she ducked behind him, clinging to his hand as they stepped onto the tiny cement patio. She struggled to inhale a breath, desperate to escape the smoke, and rubbed her beads, murmuring a Navajo prayer for her and Carter’s safety.

       When she opened her eyes, though, the air smelled rancid and dank, and the alley was dark and filled with more shadows.

       “Come on,” Carter whispered.

       The sweltering heat plastered Sadie’s hair to her skin and clothes as Carter tugged her around the corner of a dilapidated brick building. She nearly stumbled over a pile of garbage someone had thrown in the street, and clung to Carter to keep from falling.

       “Where are we going?” she asked, her lungs churning for air.

       “My truck. It’s down the street.”

       Suddenly the sound of gunfire rent the air. A bullet whizzed by their heads, and Sadie screamed again.

       “Dammit, he was waiting.” Carter yanked her behind the corner of the building. “It was a setup to lure us out of the house.”

       “Do you see him?” Sadie asked.

       “No.”

       She scanned the black corners of the alley, trembling as she watched Carter lift his gun and peer around the edge of the building. Voices echoed from somewhere down the street. An engine rumbled. Tires screeched.

       She followed Carter’s gaze, checking the tops of the buildings nearby, the back entrance to the deserted warehouse two doors down, the corner of the street across from them.

       Two cars were parked on the curb. The first, a dented green Ford that belonged to the junkie in the apartment next to her. The other, a silver Jeep that had been abandoned days ago and had been stripped, hubcaps and all.

       Another shot pinged off the concrete wall by Carter’s head, and he pressed his back against the building to dodge it, then pushed her head lower. “Stay here. I’ll see if I can draw him out.”

       Panic streaked through Sadie, and she СКАЧАТЬ