The Mercenary's Kiss. Pam Crooks

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СКАЧАТЬ can’t leave my father,” she said. “He’s all I have, besides Nicky, and I need Pop to help me find my baby and—”

      She halted, her bosom heaving. Jeb clenched his teeth.

      He didn’t want to be affected by this woman.

      He didn’t want to be needed by her.

      He thought of Lieutenant Colonel Kingston. The General. He thought of honor and integrity. Of patriotism. He thought, too, of leaving the country he’d just come back to. One more time. And his plans for California disintegrated like smoke in the wind.

      “I’ll help you, damn it.”

      She gaped at him. For a long moment, no one spoke.

      “Why?” she asked.

      “Because I can. I’ve been chasing men like them for years for the United States government. And right now, you have no one else.”

      “I don’t even know you,” she said.

      “You will by the time we get to Mexico.” He rose and headed for his horse. “Creed can take your father to San Antonio.”

      “Why should I trust either of you? How do I know you won’t kill us or—or something along the way?”

      “Elena, honey.” Pop took her hand, and she clung to his so hard her knuckles turned white. “If these gentlemen had a notion to hurt us, they would’ve done so by now.”

      “Oh, Pop.” Her eyes welled with tears, and she burrowed her face against his neck. “I don’t want to go with him. I want to go with you.”

      “Did you hear him, Elena? This is what he does. For the United States government.”

      “I can’t leave you.”

      “Nicky needs you more than I do.”

      Her eyes met his, and her shoulders squared fiercely.

      “All right, then.” She swiped at the tears on her cheek and took in a long breath, then rose and strode toward Jeb.

      He glanced down at her. The top of her head barely reached his chin.

      “Tell me what needs to be done first,” she said.

      He untied a coil of rope from his saddle horn. “You’re bleeding. We need to stitch you up.”

      “No. I’m fine.” With her thumb she swiped at the blood trailing down her temple and smeared it on her skirt. “The next thing.”

      She was pale, and she’d taken a hell of a hit against the side of her face. The gash on her temple looked nasty. But neither was life threatening. She was anxious to get moving. Jeb decided not to push the issue.

      “Get the horses,” he said. It was the easiest of the jobs for her. “We’ll need them to get the wagon back on its wheels.”

      She nodded and began walking toward the river.

      “Then find a sturdy branch,” he called after her. “Strong enough for a splint.”

      Her hand lifted, acknowledging his command without turning. She broke into a run, her urgency a tangible thing.

      An urgency Jeb was beginning to feel, too.

      He could only hope she understood all that lay ahead for them.

      Dusk had nearly settled by the time they finished. The wagon sat on all four wheels again. The team was harnessed and ready to go. The old man lay on a cot on the ground, resting comfortably enough, his leg set and strapped to a splint.

      But then, Elena had given him a generous dose of Doc Charlie’s Miraculous Herbal Compound. Jeb figured the man was pretty much numb from it.

      She hovered over him, fussing, as much for his sake as her own. But the old man couldn’t be in better hands than Creed’s. He’d promised Elena he’d drive all night to San Antonio, that once they rode out of the woods and got back onto the main road, the trip wouldn’t take long. He even offered to send word to the rest of the troupe explaining what happened. His sincerity went a long way in appeasing her.

      “You’re sure about all this?” Creed asked in a low voice.

      “She can’t go hunting for those men alone,” Jeb said grimly. “I’ll catch up with you in California later. See that the old man is taken care of before you board that train. Find him a good surgeon to take out the bullet.”

      “I will.” Creed hesitated. “Lieutenant Colonel Kingston will want to know what happened here.”

      Hell, he should know. Jeb hoped the officer and his superiors ordered the whole United States Army to war against the revolutionaries.

      “Report the incident. Just keep my name out of it,” he said.

      “The General will find out sooner or later,” Creed said.

      “Not if I can help it.”

      “You ever going to reconcile with him, Jeb?” he demanded. “Now might be as good a time as any.”

      Jeb glared. Creed knew better than to even suggest it.

      “Well, you’re taking a hell of a chance going after the rebels,” Creed went on, glaring back. “With a civilian, no less. And a woman at that.”

      Jeb heard his worry. It wasn’t often he and Creed disagreed. “You have a better plan?”

      “Go back to Laredo. Find Kingston. Enlist his help.”

      Jeb considered Elena. Her baby. The hours already gone.

      “No,” he said. “There’s no time.”

      “You’d both be safer.”

      “Going to Kingston first would be the smart thing to do,” Jeb conceded. Not that Elena would have agreed to it. His mouth quirked. “But then, when have I ever done the smart thing?”

      “Damn, you’re stubborn,” Creed said, shaking his head.

      Jeb grunted. That had gotten him into trouble more times than he cared to count.

      He glanced at the sky. He wanted to see Creed on his way before it got dark. And they still had to load the old man into the wagon. He pulled on his gloves.

      “Elena.”

      Her head lifted. At Jeb’s unspoken command, she bit her lip and nodded, then bent to drop a kiss to her father’s forehead. “It’s time, Pop.”

      “I know.”

      She pressed her cheek against his. “I’m afraid. For you. For Nicky. For all of us.”

      “Me, too, honey.” He stroked her hair, over and over. “But you have to be strong. No matter what happens.”

      “I’m СКАЧАТЬ