Jamie stood at the other side of the room with her arms folded in anger. ‘‘We’re in the middle of a nightmare, not a dream, sister. A nightmare I’m about ready to wake up from.’’
‘‘You’re just mad at Cheyenne,’’ Kora answered as she started breakfast.
‘‘No,’’ Jamie said. ‘‘It’s more than that. Can’t you see it, Kora? The trouble. Witchin’ luck has struck again. It’s time to travel on. You know the pattern. Once the trouble starts, we need to be packing.’’
‘‘I can’t.’’ Kora looked at her sister and said the one thing that had been on her mind for days. ‘‘I love him too much. I’m staying this time.’’ Kora closed her eyes, remembering that the last time Win talked of her leaving had been the night Andrew Adams had first shown up. Win had said simply that she could stay the six months, but he wanted her gone as soon as the time was up.
He’d never taken those words back. And if he didn’t, no matter what happened between them, she’d have to leave.
Jamie moved closer and lowered her voice. ‘‘If you love him, leave him before someone gets killed.’’
Kora couldn’t answer. Outside, thunder seemed to echo Jamie’s warning and lightning split the sky. She couldn’t remember the exact moment she’d known she loved him, but she couldn’t tell him when he’d never said the words to her. In fact, he’d made it very plain that he’d never love any one woman.
An hour later, when the rain stopped, a sense of doom passed over her. The sun might be coming out, but her world was dying. How could she live with him until summer and then leave him? How could she tell him she wanted to stay forever when he’d never asked her?
Jamie shoved her things into a bag. ‘‘I was just starting to get used to this place,’’ she mumbled. ‘‘Another ten years or so, I think Cheyenne would warm up to me.’’
Kora watched her from the door. Jamie had exchanged her buckskins for Kora’s best dress. ‘‘What are you doing?’’
Jamie handed her a note. ‘‘A rider brought this to me a few minutes ago. It’s from Wyatt. He says it’s urgent that he talk with me.’’
‘‘But why are you packing?’’
‘‘I’m planning to go up to the settlement after Dan, but if Wyatt asks the question I think he will, I may be leaving with him.’’
‘‘But are you sure? Do you love Wyatt?’’ Kora couldn’t believe Jamie was planning to leave.
‘‘I don’t know. I guess. Much as I love any man.’’ She looked at her older sister. ‘‘I’m ready for some excitement. If you’d leave, that would be fine, but I can’t wait around forever for you to make up your mind. The cowboy you married is crazy about you. I’m not even sure he’d let you go.’’
‘‘But all the men are saddling up. They figured after what I heard at the settlement, today is the day. You can’t leave now.’’
Jamie carried her bag down the stairs and out the back door with Kora following only a step behind. ‘‘Maybe not’’-she shrugged-‘‘but I got to be ready. If Wyatt asks me to leave with him, I’m going. I can’t stay around here and watch the two of you falling wildly in love.’’
As Win walked his horse out of the barn, Kora turned toward him.
‘‘See what I mean.’’ Jamie pouted. ‘‘Another week of this and I’ll vanish completely from your view.’’
‘‘No, never,’’ Kora answered Jamie as Win crossed to the house to say goodbye again. He looked strong and healthy; only Kora noticed the tightness of his jaw. He’d live with the pain. It was his way. But she wasn’t sure she could live without him.
Jamie moved around to climb in the wagon.
‘‘Jamie, promise you won’t go today. Promise we’ll talk first,’’ Kora whispered.
‘‘I’ll pick up Dan and hear what Wyatt has to say,’’ Jamie answered. ‘‘Then we’ll talk before I leave. I promise.’’
Win walked to the corner of the porch. ‘‘It’s going to be a long day,’’ he said as he removed his hat. ‘‘I’m not sure how much trouble will come our way. Stay prepared here.’’
‘‘I’ll be fine.’’ Kora fought back the tears. Unless she could talk her sister out of her crazy plan, she might never see her again. ‘‘I’m riding with Jamie to get Dan.’’
Suddenly Win flung his leg over the railing and stepped back on the porch. He pulled her to him. ‘‘If I asked you not to go, would you stay here?’’
‘‘No,’’ Kora answered. ‘‘I have to go get my brother.’’
Win nodded in understanding. ‘‘Then take Logan as guard,’’ he compromised.
Kora thought of all she’d learned from him about loving. ‘‘Take care,’’ she whispered back. ‘‘And never forget, I love you.’’
Win’s hold tightened, but he didn’t speak. For a long moment he held her, then he turned and left without a word.
His silence should have made her angry, or think he didn’t care about her. But she understood. He’d shown her he loved her all night. If he couldn’t say the words in daylight, it didn’t matter. No man would ever make her feel so cherished.
Kora watched the yard. Jamie was saying something to Cheyenne, and for once she didn’t look as if she was going to tackle him. Logan stood close to Win, making lastminute plans.
‘‘I can’t leave,’’ Kora whispered as her vision blurred. ‘‘Win’s right. Folks make their own luck in this life. We can fight it together. This time I don’t have to run.’’ She glanced at Jamie. ‘‘If only I could convince Jamie,’’ Kora whispered as she saw Jamie fight back the anger when she waved at Cheyenne and he didn’t even bother to look back at her.
Win rode south with a dozen of his men, crisscrossing his land, making sure all was calm. The sky was still cloudy, but it had been clearing all afternoon. If the cattle were just below the caprock, it wouldn’t be long before they were moving across his land.
He knew he should have nothing on his mind except the ranch, but Kora’s words kept resounding in his brain. She’d said she loved him as easily as if she’d always said the words. He’d never known her to be so foolish.
They had a bargain, nothing more. She didn’t have to say she loved him. He’d given her little enough reason to care about him. Win hadn’t missed Jamie’s comments about his shortcomings. Except for a few things from the store, he’d bought her nothing, not even a wedding band. He’d never taken her anywhere, or offered to. Hell, most women got a few days’ honeymoon. He hadn’t even stayed home the first night. Most of the time he didn’t say a handful of words to her a day. And the first time he’d made love to her, he’d hurt her so badly she’d screamed.
Win frowned. It made no sense that she loved him.
Yet she took care, not only of his house, but of him. From the very first, she kissed him good night as though it was something important for her to do. She’d forgiven him for their first time together as if it had been her fault and not his. And last night she’d let him touch her like he’d never thought a lady would allow. Then she’d welcomed him again and again. Offering him whatever he wanted, moving so he could see her undressed, raising her arms to allow him freedom to touch her, spreading her legs…
‘‘Hell!’’ he swore beneath his breath. He didn’t have time to think about her. There were more important things to consider. Only all he could focus on, all he could hear, was the way she’d softly said she loved him.
Win grumbled. She wasn’t doing what they agreed on. She was doing far more than just acting like a wife in exchange for his house. The little woman he thought would be almost invisible in his home had gotten into his blood. She was the lover he’d never even dreamed of having. Her body was alive with passion when he touched her, begging for more. The taste of her was habit forming.
Tonight, he’d hold her again. He’d remove her clothes slowly, enjoying each view. Then he’d lay her in the middle of their bed and begin his feast at her throat. He’d make love to her and she’d cry his name as she had last night in passion. And when she had relaxed and fell asleep, he’d continue to touch her. He didn’t need to teach her to please him; everything she did pleased him. Last night she’d awakened already warm from his touch, ready for more. She’d do so again tonight.
It might take days, maybe weeks, but he’d make love to her until he got her out of his mind and could think of other things, more important things. Win frowned. On second thought, it might take years.
‘‘You hear that?’’ Cheyenne straightened in his saddle, listening.
‘‘What?’’ Win shook his head, trying to get back to reality.
‘‘Cattle!’’ Cheyenne motioned for the men to follow as they reached the south corner of Win’s ranch. Here, for miles, the land was broken by steep inclines where the land jutted up suddenly to higher ground known as the
