beaned Jimmy Newton with a dirt clod. The beast instinct had not atrophied. Time to fight or die.
Rolling to elbows and knees, she sustained another shattering blow that nearly knocked her back to her side. Refusing to let the shock nullify her mind, Anna forced herself out of her defensive position. The instant her head came up she could see what Bethy was doing. She’d dropped to the ground and, propped on elbows and back, was using the powerful muscles in her legs to drive Anna over the edge.
Thrusting out with her toes, Anna lunged forward, sprawling on her attacker. Bethy’s bunched legs pistoned into Anna’s midsection. Gasping for breath, Anna fell to the side, her shoulder slamming into Bethy’s. Before the other woman could recover, Anna slipped her manacled hands over Bethy’s head, trapping her in a mockery of a lover’s embrace.
“If I go over, I’m not going over alone,” she promised in a voice more akin to an animal’s growl than a human utterance.
Thrashing and bucking, Bethy tried to head-butt, tried to force her knees between their bodies. Chin tucked protectively into her shoulder, Anna hung on, hugging Bethy more tightly. Screaming, Bethy turned in Anna’s arms and tried to crawl away.
Quick as a cat, Anna was on her back, her legs wrapped around Bethy’s waist, the chain between the handcuffs jerked tightly across her throat. As Bethy ran out of oxygen, the fight went out of her. Finally, she collapsed, facedown in the dirt, Anna riding her like a demented jockey. Muscles spent, throat dry and raw, it was all Anna could do not to collapse on top of her. The battle had lasted less than sixty seconds, yet both women were utterly spent. Fleetingly, Anna thought to mention this fact to the fight choreographer.
“Uncle,” Bethy muttered, a puff of dust rising with the word.
“Uncle” was what children cried when they lost a wrestling match. Fury, smothered until now by fear and exhaustion, roared up from the paltry reserves of Anna’s strength. Tightening the chain across Bethy’s throat, she croaked, “Uncle, my ass. You tried to kill me.”
“I didn’t, though,” Bethy managed. “So you can’t strangle me to death.”
Anna wasn’t sure of the legalities of that argument and at the moment didn’t care. During the brawl they’d tumbled up against the TV-shaped boulder Bethy had looped the rope around. Grunting, Anna rolled herself and an inert but conscious Bethy Candor over and sat up. Wriggling back against the rock, Anna used her daypack— effectively locked onto her when her hands were cuffed—as a cushion. She dragged Bethy with her, squeezing until the other woman was sitting between her legs, Anna’s still locked around her middle, the cuff chain hard against her throat.
Slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Twice Bethy struggled, and twice Anna tightened the chain around her neck until she became docile.
With air and rest came thought. Anna’s first was: Like a dog chasing a car. She’d caught Bethy. Now what? If she let loose of her, she didn’t doubt Bethy would try to kill her again. Anna was strong now, but Bethy was bigger and heavier and younger. In a fair fight Bethy would win. So fighting fair was out. Anna’d always thought it was silly anyway, like the rules of war. War was war; the point was to kill and prevail via the use of force. Pretending to do it in a civilized manner was a sop to the conscience of killers.
Continuing to sit stalemated indefinitely, they would die of thirst before anybody came upon them. Already Anna felt she was dying of thirst, though she knew she had many hours of torture to look forward to before she would actually expire.
The rope running between her cuffed wrists inspired her. Gathering a length of it, she began pulling it through her hands, dragging the loop around the rock they leaned against, moving the circle of rope.
“What’re you doing?” Bethy asked.
“Making us more comfortable,” Anna lied.
“You better let me go,” Bethy warned, but she made no effort to escape. “Regis is coming, and he’s going to make you let me go.”
“That so?” Anna wondered if it was true. More rope paid out between her hands. She felt her senses split, the hands working toward one goal, the rest of her alert to any change in her prisoner that might signify imminent danger.
“Yup. It sure is,” Bethy said with a smugness Anna found alarming. “He’s going to kill you,” she announced with satisfaction. “That’s why I didn’t just kill you right away. I was saving you so he could do it.”
“That was nice of you,” Anna said. A clink of metal let her know the carabiners affixed to the ends of the rope were moving closer.
“I’m a nice person,” Bethy said with what sounded like absolute sincerity.
The carabiners were in sight. Bethy reached out and grabbed them.
“Let go.” Anna tightened the chain.
“Bitch,” Bethy gasped and let the interlocked carabiners drop.
Two more pulls and Anna had them in her hands. Fingers thick with dust and aching from dragging the rope, she fumbled the carabiners open with difficulty and broke the loop. Before Bethy could get any ideas, Anna whipped one end of the rope around her neck and clicked the carabiner back on to it. An effective noose created, she jerked it tight.
“What are you doing?” Bethy screeched and reached up to claw at the rope around her neck.
“Shut up,” Anna said. “Hands down.”
Bethy did as she was told. Despite the fact Anna had her in a stranglehold, and had a slip knot around her windpipe, the lack of fight was worrying. Maybe Bethy hadn’t been bluffing, and Regis was coming to murder her. A couple’s bonding experience. Shared interests were important in a marriage.
Shoving that thought aside, Anna lifted her manacled wrists and arms from around Bethy. Too long held above the level of her heart, the hands were beginning to numb. Needles of feeling prickled as blood flowed back in. With the heels of her hands she shoved Bethy off her chest, jackknifing her nose toward her knees while keeping the slip knot around her neck tight.
“Give me the key to the handcuffs,” Anna demanded.
“I don’t—”
Anna jerked on the slip knot she’d made with the carabiner. She hated doing it, hated choking Bethy. The temptation to pull the rope tight enough to kill the horrid woman was too great. Each time Bethy forced her to do it, it was a little harder to back off the pressure when Bethy became compliant. The need to kill wasn’t fueled merely by anger but by exhaustion. Anna wasn’t sure how much longer she could maintain the upper hand.
“Key,” Anna demanded.
Bethy reached into her trouser pocket, contorting her upper body since Anna had no intention of allowing her to sit up straight or lean back against her. As Bethy’s hand began to pull free, Anna tweaked the rope enough to get her attention. “If you even look like you’re thinking of tossing that key into the canyon I will kill you without a qualm.”
“You don’t need a qualm, you’ve got a
The key was out; pinched between her fingers, she lifted it toward her shoulder. The instant Anna reached for it Bethy turned her head and popped the tiny silver key into her mouth. Any shred of conscience that remained to Anna burned off like sulfur off a match. Bracing her knuckles against Bethy’s neck, she pulled the rope so hard the other woman’s flesh popped through the carabiner next to her spine.
“Spit it out,” Anna said; venom through clenched teeth.
Bethy spat it out.
“Give it to me.”
Bethy gave it to her. Anna unlocked the cuffs carefully. The lock was easy but the mechanics of the handcuffs unfamiliar. When they were off, she dropped them over Bethy’s shoulder into her lap.
“Put them on.”
Bethy put them on.
Working as quickly as she could, Anna wrapped the long rope around and around her prisoner, trussed her up the way people in cartoons were trussed, with coil after coil pinning her arms to her body. When she was nearly out of rope she wove the other end, with the mate to the carabiner serving as a noose, through several coils on Bethy’s back and clipped it to the rope still circling her throat.
“If you struggle you will slowly strangle yourself,” Anna said. She didn’t know if that was true or not, but Bethy apparently believed her. As Anna backed away on shaking legs, Bethy sat perfectly still.
