Culpepper.
âBe easier to winter at Lost River ranch, dammit,â Moody said.
âEasy ainât always best. Time you learned that. Weâre gonna do just what we planned.â
âStay in Spring Canyon?â asked another voice. â Por Dios , the wind there, she is very cold.â
âIf you and the rest of the breeds got the lead out of your butts,â Ab said, âcamp would be snug as a tick in a houndâs ear.â
Someone swore in disgust but no one spoke up.
âIâll kill the next man I see rustling Circle A beef,â Ab said.
No one said a word.
âSame for any man who messes with them white women,â he added.
âEven Big Lola?â Moody asked in disbelief.
âI hear she done give up the sporting life.â
âSure, but dammit, sheâs just an old whore, dammit!â
âLeave her be. Weâre gonna do what them âPaches do. Live quiet at home and raid far off.â
There were restless movements but no voice spoke against Ab Culpepperâs calm, ruthless orders.
âIn a year or so,â Ab said, âweâll have ourselves a thousand head of stock and enough women for a sultanâs palace. Anyone got trouble with that?â
Silence.
âAll right. Get your tails back to camp. Kester and me will ride the back trail and see if any Circle A folks take a notion to come calling. You got any questions, talk to Parnell.â
Shod hooves clicked on stones. The unshod hooves of the mustangs Moodyâs men rode made less noise.
The smell of dust rose up to the shallow cave where Sarah and Case lay motionless.
After it had been silent for several minutes, she started to get up. Instantly he was over her again, flattening her, silencing her with a hand across her mouth.
âAbâ was all Case whispered.
It was all he had to say. She became utterly still.
Long minutes went by.
âTold you,â Kester said.
âAnâ Iâm telling you,â Ab said, âthat someone is out there.â
âGhost.â
âGhost,â Ab mocked. âAinât no ghosts, boy. How many times I have to tell you?â
âSeen âem.â
âOnly at the bottom of a bottle.â
âSeen âem,â Kester repeated.
âAinât you the baby. Pa woulda kicked your sorry ass all the way round the holler.â
âSeen âem.â
âShee-it. Next youâll be whining about them Texicans following us.â
âAinât seen âem.â
âShee-it.â
With that, Ab reined his mule around and trotted off into the darkness. Kesterâs mule followed.
Case didnât move.
Neither did Sarah, for the simple reason that she was still pinned beneath him.
Finally, slowly, he rolled aside. Before she could move to get up, he pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades.
Together, motionless, they listened to the immense silence of the land.
If she hadnât been accustomed to hunting or simply watching wild animals, she would have grown impatient long before Case gave her any signal that it was all right to move.
But she had spent many years with a rifle or shotgun, providing food for her younger brother and her worthless, treasure-hunting husband. She endured the discomfort because there was no other sensible thing to do.
Her patience impressed Case as much as her absolute stillness. He had known few men and no women who could be motionless for long periods of time. Sooner or later, most men fidgeted.
Sooner or later, most men died.
Lord, but this girl smells good , he thought. Feels good, too. Soft, but not pudding soft. Like a rosebud, all springy and alive .
Wonder if she tastes like rain and heat and roses all mixed together?
With a silent curse at his unruly thoughtsâand bodyâCase lifted his hand from Sarahâs back, freeing her.
âKeep your voice down,â he said softly. âSound carries a long way down these stone
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