She watched him look at Marilee with his heart in his eyes. Then without another word he went to the carriage, untied his horse, and in one graceful movement mounted.
He rode off without looking back.
Chapter Five
SETH TRIED TO shrug off despair as he rode away.
He wanted to look back. He wanted to capture the image of his sister in his mind. But something kept him from doing so. Pride? Pain? A bit of both.
Or was it that he feared he might change his mind? And that would be wrong for his sister. Earning her trust would take time.
He was leaving part of his heart behind. But he had to ?nd another part of it elsewhere. His brother.
There had been a special place they’d gone as boys. If Dillon was still in the area, he would be there.
He guided his horse west toward the small valley twelve miles away. Hidden behind rugged hills, it was accessible only through a narrow opening overgrown with underbrush. He and his brother had found it years ago when riding cattle. Inside had been a cabin built against one of the surrounding hills. A human skull lay a few feet from the door. Only boys then, Seth and Dillon surmised a hunter or hermit had been killed by Comanches.
The entrance into the valley had been so overgrown that had the two boys not been searching for a lost calf whose mother was bellowing nearby, they never would have found it.
Neither would anyone else.
If Dillon was still in the area, he could well be there. And Seth was sure Dillon wouldn’t leave without Marilee.
Seth had a few other places in mind, but this was his best bet.
He backtracked several times, something made easy by the hills. A man could be swallowed by them. No one was following him. Then he veered off toward the cabin. It was at least three hours away, particularly on Chance, who still wasn’t at full strength.
Time to think even as his gaze continually surveyed the hills. War instilled instincts that would never leave him.
The sun was dropping rapidly. Shadows designed by clouds moved across the green hills. They were hauntingly familiar. He knew these hills; they had inhabited his dreams for more than four very long years.
Heat dissipated as the sun sank. A cool breeze ruf?ed his hair. He hurried the pace. He didn’t have a lantern. He wanted to make the valley before last light.
If Dillon wasn’t there, he could stay the night and start searching at dawn.
The last rays of sun ignited the sky with ?re. He found the trail and moved cautiously. If his brother was hiding here, he would be looking out for intruders. Seth located the entrance from memory and dismounted. The brush that shielded it was easily removed and replaced.
Dillon was here. Or had been recently.
He decided to walk the horse in. Dillon and whoever was with him might be triggerhappy.
He moved cautiously. Then stopped when he heard the all too familiar sound of a ri?e hammer pulled back. He had not been quiet enough.
“Strike a match,” demanded a voice from the shadows.
Seth hunted for the matches in his pocket, then struck one. “Dillon?”
Silence. Then, “It can’t be.”
“Can’t be, but is,” Seth said.
Dillon stepped out of the shadows. “Seth?”
“No other,” he said lightly, though emotion tugged at his heart.
“Thank God,” Dillon said. “They said you were dead, but I kept hoping.” He paused. “The twins?”
“Died at the Wilderness. I was taken prisoner. When the war ended, I was ill with some fever I caught in prison. I was in one of their hospitals for more than a month. Then it’s a hell of a long journey from New York without money or a horse.”
The ?ame from the match burned down to his ?ngers. Seth dropped it and used the heel of his boot to make sure it was snuffed. Then he reached out his hand, and Dillon grasped it tightly. Suddenly four other shadowy ?gures appeared as if out of nowhere.
One of them lit another match, then a torch, and he had a better view of Dillon. When Seth had left for war, Dillon had been seventeen and wanting to go as well but their pa needed him at home. Now he was only twentytwo but he looked older. His face was far harder than it should have been.
Then his gaze moved to Dillon’s companions. Seth recognized all but one. They had been Dillon’s friends, far younger than himself. But now they were anything but boys. They all had a dangerous look, an expression that distrusted much and feared little.
Each one shook his hand. Danny Mitchum. Micah Roberts. Sawyer McGee. The fourth man was the most dangerous looking of them all. “Colorado,” he said by way of introduction. No more.
No one asked how Seth had found them. They obviously trusted Dillon and Dillon’s trust made him one of them.
“Tell me about the Major-” he said.
“Come inside,” Dillon said and led the way to the entrance of the cabin. The windows were covered with black blankets. Dillon quickly lit two oil lamps and sat in a chair.
Seth took the other. The other four men had disappeared back into the shadows.
“I remember all of them but Colorado,” Seth said.
“He found us. He had his own battles with army authority.”
“Delaney?”
Dillon nodded. “He killed Pa. Tried to kill me.”
“What happened?”
“Delaney came to serve an eviction notice because Pa hadn’t paid the new taxes just imposed. Pa tried to talk to him, ask for more time. We had cattle. A fair price would have paid what we owed. Pa said he would take them to San Antonio, be back in three weeks with the money. He approached Delaney, and one of Delaney’s men just shot him. Said he was threatening Delaney. He wasn’t. I went for the man who shot Pa. They shot me, then arrested me.
“He probably would have hanged me had it not been for Danny and Micah, who broke into the jail and freed me. Now they’re wanted as well. We’ve been hiding out since.”
Seth tried to subdue his anger. “Abe tells me he’s grabbing other ranches.”
“I expect him to leave the army soon. He’s already starting to bankrupt the men he brought to Texas. His bank loaned them money, now it’s foreclosing on them. Once out of the army, he can get their land for even less than they paid for it.”
“How?”
“Rustling, for one. He’s making sure no one can meet their payments.”
“I thought you-”
“We’re taking a few cows from Delaney’s friends and giving the meat to some families,” he said. “But the main rustling is being done by Delaney. At ?rst he just offered way below market prices; the fools he lured here took them. Then they caught on, refused to sell to him. So he’s rustling cattle and blaming it on us. More than a few homes and barns have been burned. Horses stolen.”
“Why haven’t you left?”
“Marilee. And you and the twins,” he said simply. “Everyone believed you were dead when we didn’t hear anything for so long. Everyone but Pa and me. I kept hoping one of you would return, and someone had to be here to tell you what happened. But I couldn’t keep Marilee with me, not being hunted like I am. I wasn’t ready to leave her with McGuire one day longer than necessary. The only hope I had was to expose Delaney and clear my name.” He looked at Seth. “Now that you’re here, you can take Marilee.”
“She doesn’t know me,” Seth said.
