Only You (13 page)

“Why?”

“Water,” he said succinctly. “This canyon is stone dry.”

E
VE
looked up anxiously as Reno rode back in from his short exploration of the tributary canyon. The grim line of his mouth told her that he hadn’t discovered anything useful.

“Dry,” he said.

She waited.

“And blind,” he added.

“What?”

“It’s a dead end.”

“How far ahead?”

“Maybe two miles,” Reno said.

Eve looked down the narrow wash where Slater’s men waited for their quarry.

“They need water, too,” she pointed out.

“One man can lead a lot of horses to water. The rest will stay put, waiting for us to get thirsty enough to do something stupid.”

“Then we’ll just have to get past them.”

Reno’s smile wasn’t comforting.

“All in all,” he said, “I’d rather take my chances on climbing the head wall of the canyon than get caught in that kind of a cross fire.”

Eve looked beyond Reno to the stone wall that piled layer on layer to the sky.

“What about the horses?” she asked.

“We’ll have to turn them loose.”

What Reno didn’t say was that a man on foot in a dry land didn’t have much chance of surviving. But as small as that chance was, it was better than the odds of successfully running a gauntlet of Slater’s guns through the narrow canyon.

“Let’s go,” Reno said. “We only get thirstier from now on.”

Eve didn’t argue. Already her mouth was dry. She could imagine the thirst of the mustangs, who had run an obstacle course through the hot canyon.

“You first,” Reno said. “Then the packhorses.”

The dry stream bed narrowed until it was little more than a sculpted, water-smoothed opening snaking through solid stone. Overhead, the clouds flowed together and thickened into a turbulent lid over the dry land. Thunder rolled distantly, following invisible lightning.

Reno saw Eve glance longingly at the clouds.

“You better pray it doesn’t rain,” he said.

“Why?”

He gestured to the canyon wall that was only inches beyond his outstretched hand.

“See that line?” he asked.

“Yes. I’ve been wondering what it was.”

“High-water mark.”

Eve’s eyes widened. She looked at the line that ran the length of the canyon well above their heads. Then she looked back at Reno.

“Where does it all come from?” she asked.

“Up on the plateau. During big storms, rain comes down faster than it can sink in. And in some places, it can’t sink in at all. So it just runs off all at once. In these slot canyons, it gets real deep real fast.”

“What a country,” Eve said. “Eat sand or drown.”

The corner of Reno’s mouth lifted slightly. “I’ve come close to both, one time or another.”

Yet he had never had his tail in quite as tight a crack as he did right now—a dead end ahead, outlaws behind, and thirst in between.

Silently Reno examined the walls of the side canyon where he and Eve were trapped. Something about the rock layers nagged at his mind.

“Pull up,” he said to Eve.

She reined in and looked over her shoulder. Reno was sitting with both hands on the saddle horn, studying the narrow little canyon as though he had never seen anything quite so interesting in his life.

After a minute Reno urged the blue roan forward, squeezed past the two Shaggies and Eve’s dun to the tiny slot canyon he had discovered on his first reconnoiter up the canyon. He had dismissed the slot as a runoff channel. But now he thought he might have been too hasty.

“Is your shotgun loaded?” Reno asked.

“Yes.”

“Ever used a six-gun?” he asked.

“Sometimes. I can’t hit the side of the barn with one at much over thirty feet.”

Reno turned and looked at Eve. The smile he gave her made her realize all over again what a good-looking man he was.

“Don’t worry,
gata
. No barns will be sneaking up on us.”

Eve laughed.

Reno pulled out his second six-gun and removed one bullet from the revolving cylinder before he put the weapon back in the bandolier.

“Here,” he said, handing the bandolier to Eve. “The firing pin is on an empty chamber, so you’ll have to pull the trigger twice to fire.”

The bandolier fit Eve the way a greatcoat fits a child. When Reno reached forward to adjust the buckle, the back of his fingers accidentally brushed over one of her breasts. Her breath came in hard and fast. The sudden motion had the effect of brushing her breast against his hand once more. The twin touches hardened her nipple in a rush.

Reno looked up from her breast to the vivid golden eyes of the saloon girl who haunted even his dreams.

“You’re so damned alive,” Reno said almost roughly. “And you came so damned dose to dying.…”

He adjusted the bandolier as much as possible on her. Telling himself he wouldn’t, reaching for her even as he told himself not to, Reno slid his hand around the nape of Eve’s neck. He pulled her toward him as he leaned down.

“I’m going to check out that slot canyon,” he said against her lips. “Keep an eye on the back trail while I’m gone.”

“Be careful.”

“Don’t worry. I plan to live long enough to enjoy
every last bit of what I won in the Gold Dust Saloon—and that includes you.”

The kiss Reno gave Eve was like lightning, hot and untamed, striking to her core, lasting only an instant.

Then Reno was gone, leaving her with his taste on her lips, his hunger racing in her blood, and his words shivering through her, warning and promise in one.

I plan to live long enough to enjoy every last bit of what I won in the Gold Dust Saloon—and that includes you.

A
FEW
hours later, Eve, Reno, and the horses were still scrambling up layer after layer of stone, following a precarious way out of the blind canyon. Many times the passage threatened to vanish against one cliff or another, stranding them, but it never did.

Not quite.

“Don’t look down.”

Reno’s order was unnecessary. Eve wouldn’t have looked down if someone had held a gun at her head. In fact, she might have considered being shot a blessing, if it meant that she would never again have to lead a mustang along an eyebrow trail high above the canyon floor.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Reno asked.

Eve didn’t answer. She didn’t have any energy to spare for words. She was too busy staring at her feet, willing herself not to stumble.

The coarse grain of the sandstone was engraved on Eve’s mind. She was certain the texture of it
would inhabit her nightmares for years to come. Pebbles the size and shape of marbles were scattered all over the surface of the ledge, ready to send a careless foot sliding and skidding.

The mustangs had little difficulty with the trail. They had four feet. If one slipped, there were three to take its place. Eve had nothing but her hands, which were already sore from catching herself the last time she had tripped.

“See the white rock ahead?” Reno asked encouragingly. “That means we’re getting closer to the lip of the plateau.”

“Hallelujah,” Eve whispered.

The lineback dun snorted and jerked her head down to rub off a pesky fly.

Eve barely stifled a scream as the reins yanked at her hand, threatening her precarious balance.

“It’s all right,” Reno said in a low, calm voice.

The hell it is.

But Eve didn’t have the breath to waste on contradicting Reno aloud.

“That was just a fly bothering your horse,” he said. “Put the reins over her neck. She’ll follow you without being led.”

A jerky nod was the only answer Reno got.

When Eve lifted the tied reins over the mustang’s neck, her arms were trembling so much that she nearly dropped the reins.

Reno’s hands balled into fists. Ruthlessly he forced himself to relax one finger at a time. If he could have walked the trail for Eve, he would have. But he could not.

Bleakly Reno resumed the climb. Eons of rain and wind had rounded the rock and worn nearly perpendicular channels through it. The higher he climbed, the deeper and steeper became the many channels cutting across the pale, smooth surface of
the stone. Sometimes he had to double-back and find a way around a particularly wide channel.

Reno scrambled up and onto another slickrock terrace. The blue roan was hard on his heels, as surefooted as a cat. The other mustangs were equally agile. He walked forward quickly, anxious to meet and overcome the next obstacle.

He didn’t notice that Eve had sent her mustang on ahead at the first wide spot in the trail. He was intent on the next scramble and then the next. Until he climbed the last pale slickrock terrace and saw a mesa top opening before him, he wouldn’t know whether they had struggled upward all this way only to reach a dead end at the foot of a cliff. He was impatient to find out, for he didn’t want to retrace his steps in failing light.

Eve kept her eyes on the small marks the horses’ hooves had left on the stone. Each time she came to one of the hundreds of runoff channels that criss-crossed the massive layer of white rock, she took her courage in both hands and stepped across, ignoring the black abyss beneath her feet.

She no longer looked to the right or to the left or even straight ahead. She definitely didn’t look behind. Each time she looked over the back trail, her skin tightened at the sight of layer after layer of rock dropping steeply into a blue haze. She couldn’t believe she had climbed that far. She couldn’t believe she had to keep on climbing.

Breathing hard, Eve stopped to rest, hoping some strength would flow back into her weary legs. She would have given a great deal for a drink of water, but she had left the heavy, awkward canteen tied to the dun’s saddle.

Sighing, she rubbed her hands over her aching thighs and scrambled up onto the next terrace to see what awaited her. Just a few feet away, the
rock sloped to another runoff channel. This one was shaped rather like a funnel with the far side cut away. There was a steep descent to a small ledge. From there the channel sliced endlessly down through the white rock, dividing it into separate masses.

Reno and the horses were on the other side.

“It’s no more than a yard wide,” Eve told herself through stiff lips. “I can step across it.”

It’s more than a yard. I’ll have to jump.

“I jumped farther than that across the creek just for fun.”

It didn’t matter if I fell in the creek. If I fall now…

The weakness in Eve’s knees frightened her. She was thirsty, exhausted, and nervous from spending hours expecting to slip and fall with every step. And now this black canyon to cross.

She couldn’t do it. She simply could not.

Stop it,
Eve told herself harshly.
I’ve done harder things the last few hours. The crack is only a few feet wide. All I have to do is give a little jump and I’ll be on the other side.

Repeating it made her feel better, especially as her eyes were closed. It would have helped if she could have seen Reno or the horses on the other side, but she couldn’t. From where she was, she could see nothing but the steep slope at her back and the chasm ahead.

Eve ran her dry tongue over her equally dry lips. She was tempted to walk back a hundred yards and drink out of one of the many, odd hollows in the solid stone where water lingered from a recent rain. The hollows held anywhere from a cup to several gallons of water.

In the end, Eve decided not to go back, because she didn’t want to walk one more yard than was absolutely necessary. Besides, the hollows were
alive with tiny swimming creatures.

Eve took a deep breath and approached the black opening that lay between her and the horses. From the marks she could see on the rock, the mustangs had sat on their hocks, skidded down to the ledge, and then stepped or jumped to the other side of the channel. There was no slope to scramble up on the far side. She could fall flat when she landed and it wouldn’t matter.

Easy as jumping down a stair. Nothing to it.

Taking another breath, Eve walked forward.

A pebble turned under the ball of her foot, throwing her off balance. She turned as she fell, her arms wide, her fingers reaching for anything that would stop her fall. There was nothing to grab but air.

The force of the fall knocked the breath out of Eve and sent her rolling rapidly toward the black gap. There was no bottom, no top, nothing to cling to. She was flailing down a slide made of stone, hurtling toward an endless night.

“
Reno!
” Eve screamed.

First her feet, then her knees, bumped over the ledge, then her thighs. Somehow her hands found enough purchase on the rock to halt her tumbling. She lay with her cheek against the rock, her arms shaking, and her legs dangling over eternity. When she tried to pull herself up out of the abyss, she nearly lost what grip she had upon the stone.

An instant later Eve felt herself being torn free of the rock. She fought wildly before she realized that it was Reno lifting and turning her, pulling her back from the abyss. He braced his feet apart and held her against his body.

“Easy,
gata
. I’ve got you.”

Trembling in every limb, Eve sagged against Reno.

“Are you hurt?” he asked urgently.

Eve shook her head.

He looked at the pallor of her face, the trembling of her lips, and the shiny trails tears had left on her skin.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

She took a shuddering breath and put more of her weight on her own feet. He released her just enough to find out if she could stand. She could, but she was shaking.

“We can’t go back,” Reno said. “We have to go on.”

Though he tried to speak in gentle tones, the race of adrenaline in his system made his voice harsh.

Nodding to show she understood, Eve tried to take a step. Immediately she was betrayed by the shaking of her legs.

Reno caught her and brushed his mouth lightly over hers. The kiss was unlike any he had given her, for it asked nothing of her in return. He eased her down onto the stone and sat beside her, cradling her while she shook with a mixture of fatigue and exhaustion, fear and relief.

Reno took off the canteen he wore slung down his back. The rasp of a canteen stopper was followed by the silvery music of water trickling out as he dampened his bandanna. When the cool cloth touched Eve’s face, she flinched.

“Easy, little one,” Reno murmured. “It’s just water, like your tears.”

“I’m n-not crying. I’m…resting.”

He poured a bit more water on his dark bandanna and wiped Eve’s pale, tear-stained face. She let out a ragged breath and sat quietly while he removed the evidence of her tears.

“Drink,” he said.

Eve felt the metal rim of the canteen nudge her lips. She sipped lightly, then with more interest as the water slid over the parched tissues of her mouth.

A low sound of pleasure came from her as she swallowed. She hadn’t known anything could taste so clean, so perfect. Holding the canteen with both hands, she drank greedily, ignoring the tiny trickle that escaped at one corner of her mouth.

Reno blotted the extra water with his bandanna at first, then with his tongue. The warm caress so startled Eve that she dropped the canteen. He laughed and caught the canteen, stoppered it, and slung it across his back once more.

“Ready to go?” he asked softly.

“Do I have any choice?”

“Yes. You can take that gap with your eyes open and me right beside you, or you can take it unconscious over my shoulder.”

Eve’s eyes widened.

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he added.

Gently his hands circled her throat. His thumbs found the points where blood flowed into her brain.

“A bit of pressure and you’ll faint,” Reno said calmly. “You’ll wake up within seconds, but you’ll be on the other side by then.”

“You can’t carry me over that,” she protested.

“You’re like a cat. Sleek and lithe. But for all their speed and grace, cats don’t weigh much.”

Reno stood, pulling Eve to her feet and then off them in a smooth, easy motion. He shifted his grip, holding her balanced against his hip with one arm. It all happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to draw a breath.

Eve’s eyes widened in shock as she realized how much of Reno’s strength he had kept in check when
he touched her. She had always known he was stronger than she was. She just hadn’t known how much stronger. An odd, strangled sound escaped her lips.

Reno frowned.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said.

“It’s not that,” she said faintly.

He waited, watching her.

“It’s just…” Eve made a sound that was half laugh, half sob. “I’m used to being the strong one.”

There was a long silence while Reno held Eve and thought about what she had said. Slowly he nodded. It explained a lot, including why she hadn’t told him how close to the end of her rope she was. It simply hadn’t occurred to her. She was used to being with people who had less strength and stamina than she did, not more.

“And I’m used to traveling alone,” Reno said. “I’ve pushed you too hard. I’m sorry.”

Carefully he set Eve on her feet again.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

Eve sighed and nodded.

One of Reno’s arms slid around her waist.

“Tired little
gata
. Put you arm around me and lean. It’s not far.”

“I can—”

Abruptly Reno’s hand came down over Eve’s mouth, shutting off her words.

“Quiet,” he whispered against her ear. “Someone is coming.”

Eve froze and strained to hear beyond the wild beating of her heart.

Reno was right. The lazy breeze was carrying the sound of someone cursing savagely.

“Damnation,” hissed Reno. “Get down!”

Eve had no choice about it. He had her pressed
on her stomach against the rock before she could blink.

“Keep your head down,” he said in a very soft voice. “They won’t be able to see you until they’re at the top of the slope above us.”

Reno took off his hat, handed Eve the canteen, and drew his gun. She watched as he began crawling on his stomach up the ten-foot slickrock incline.

On the other side were three Comancheros leading wiry mustangs. They were headed straight for Reno. Crooked Bear was in the lead. He spotted Reno immediately. When the Comanchero shouted, bullets started whining and ricocheting off the pale stone, sending sharp chips of rock flying.

Instantly Reno returned the fire, picking targets with care, for the range was better suited to a rifle than to a six-gun. There wasn’t much cover, but the Comancheros made good use of every irregularity. They flattened themselves in the shallow basins, dove behind hardy piñon, or threw their bodies into one of the many cracks on the seamed surface of the slickrock.

Unfortunately, all except Crooked Bear were beyond the range of Reno’s six-gun. The Comanchero took a bullet in his arm, but the wound wasn’t bad. The most it would do was slow the big Indian down a bit.

Reno slithered back down the slope to Eve and pulled her to her feet.

“They’ll stay put, but not for long,” he said. “Get ready to run.”

Eve wanted to object that she couldn’t run, but a look at Reno’s jade green eyes made her change her mind. His fingers wrapped around her right arm just below the shoulder.

“Three steps, then jump,” he said.

There was no time for Eve to waver or worry. Reno was thrusting her forward. She took three running steps and jumped like a doe. He was right beside her, flying over the black channel, landing, holding her upright when her foot slipped. Seconds later they were running flat out over the slick-rock.

Eve had never moved so fast before in her life. Reno’s powerful hand was clamped around her arm, lifting her, hurtling her forward, then lifting her again the instant her feet touched the ground.