buttons popping in all directions as he tore the shredded garment off her shoulders.
His hands grabbed her breasts through her chemise and kneaded them roughly as his weight came down on top of her. He tried to shove her legs apart with his knee and realized, through his drunken stupor, that her ankles were tied together.
“
The instant she was free, Sloan kicked Alejandro in the groin as hard as she could.
He hissed in breathless agony and pitched over in a heap on the floor.
She had trouble getting to her feet because she had been tied up for so long, but she knew that she didn’t have much time before the bandido recovered. She grabbed the knife from the floor and cut her hands free. When she finally managed to stand up, she slipped the knife into her belt, feeling hope rise in her breast that she would actually escape.
She spared one more glance at Alejandro, then turned to the door-only to find her way to freedom blocked.
“Going somewhere?” Sir Giles waved Sloan backward from the door with the pistol in his hand.
He looked from the growing bruise on Sloan’s cheekbone to the Mexican bandido writhing on the floor and said, “I told you to leave the woman alone. Now, get up off the floor. Don Cruz has already come looking for her. I want her kept in a safe place where he won’t be able to find her.”
“It is too late for that.” Cruz snaked an arm around Sir Giles’s throat and put his Colt revolver to the Englishman’s temple.
“Cruz!” Sloan cried in relief.
“Move over here, Sloan.”
Sloan had started toward Cruz when Alejandro reached out and tripped her. As she fell, he caught her in front of him and rolled so there was no way Cruz could shoot at him without taking the chance of hitting Sloan.
Alejandro made it to his feet in a surprisingly agile move, rising with Sloan as a shield, her arms bound by his grasp around her waist. He had grabbed his pistol and held it at Sloan’s temple in a mirror image of Cruz’s hold on the Englishman.
Alejandro grinned slyly. “So, Don Cruz, it is a standoff, no? Except, I do not care if you kill the Englishman.”
Sloan watched the whites appear in Sir Giles’s eyes as the Englishman said, “I am worth a lot more money to you alive, Alejandro, than dead. Don’t forget that.”
“What is money compared to revenge?” Alejandro said. “This man put me in a stinking jail cell. This man would have hanged me.” As he tightened his grip on Sloan, his hold on her hair pulled her head back at an awkward angle. “And this woman would have unmanned me. No, I think I will have my revenge now. There will be time enough later to think of money.”
Alejandro turned his head and shouted out the window, “Ignacio! Tomas!”
“They are indisposed,” Cruz said, his lips twisting sardonically.
“
Sloan watched a transformation occur as Cruz’s eyes darkened. His hackles rose and his body tensed like a wolf ready to spring. She felt Alejandro’s arm tensing and knew that in a moment he would shoot the Englishman-and then kill Cruz.
She lifted her hand far enough to reach Alejandro’s knife where she had put it in her belt, and in the same motion stabbed him in the thigh as hard as she could.
When Alejandro shrieked, she threw herself onto the ground and was met there by the Englishman, whom Cruz had also shoved out of his way. There was the deafening roar of two gunshots occurring almost simultaneously, a grunt of pain, a bitter laugh, and then silence.
Sloan lifted her head to search for Cruz and saw him slumped against the wall, his eyes closed, the side of his shirt covered with blood. She whirled to find Alejandro slumped against the opposite wall-his eyes glassy with pain, and then vacant, the life gone.
She was too stunned to move.
“Nooooooo.” The wail of pain and grief wrenched itself from deep inside her. She beat her fisted hands futilely upon the dirt floor. “Not again… not again…”
She was inconsolable, and so she fought the consoling hands on her shoulders-until the sound of the reassuring voice found its way through to her consciousness.
“… it is all right, Cebellina. I am fine. It is only a small wound.”
Her head came up off the ground and she scrambled to her feet, her hands pulling at his shirt where he had been shot. “How badly are you hurt? I have to do something to stop the bleeding. Sit down. Sit down!” She shoved him into the rickety chair at the table and he pulled her down into his lap, capturing her hands to keep them still and cutting off her protests with his mouth on hers.
Sloan couldn’t get enough of him, the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him. She tore her mouth away to say, “I love you, Cruz. I love you. I love you.”
Then he was kissing her again, his heart as full of her as his body was starved for her.
The sound of the Englishman clearing his throat brutally interrupted them. “This is all quite fascinating,” he said, “but haven’t you forgotten something?”
They both turned to find Sir Giles standing with a pistol aimed at them.
Cruz held Sloan still in his lap when she tried to jump up. “I have not forgotten anything, Sir Giles. You are free to return to England at any time. But I would suggest you make it soon.”
Sir Giles narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’m the one holding the gun, Hawk. I will give the orders.”
Cruz raised his voice only slightly and called, “Luke! Creed! Long Quiet!”
Instantly, three tall, forbidding men bearing Colt revolvers appeared to stand guard at the windows and door to the adobe house. Beside Luke stood Beaufort LeFevre.
“My friends promised to leave Alejandro to me,” Cruz said. “But I will be happy to accept their assistance in dealing with you. I suggest you drop your gun, Sir Giles.”
“I still have the papers your brother left-”
“I’m an agent for the Texas government, Sir Giles. Of course my wife is not a traitor.”
Sloan gasped and stiffened in Cruz’s arms.
Luke grinned as he met Sloan’s astonished look.
Sir Giles sputtered, “But you gave me information-”
“-that the Texas government wanted you to have. Matters have reached the point now where there is no more need for me to play the Hawk. Now that Texas will soon be annexed, we do not need to worry about the threat of war with Mexico anymore.”
“I am sure President Jones will explain everything to your government,” Beaufort added from his position beside Luke. “You should be receiving orders to return home directly.”
“Mexico will fight annexation. There will be war,” Sir Giles warned. “And Britain-”
Cruz raised a hand to cut off the Englishman. “Britain had better think twice before getting involved. You can tell your superiors that Texas will have the entire might of the American nation behind her in any hostilities that might arise. Mexico will not just be fighting Texans next time-she will be fighting the entire United States Army.
“You are not welcome here any longer, Sir Giles. You had best go back to England.”
Sir Giles Chapman was, after all, a diplomat and not a soldier. He turned his pistol butt-first and handed it to Cruz. He bowed slightly to Creed and Long Quiet where they stood at the windows, in graceful acknowledgment of his defeat, before he turned and walked out the door past Luke and Beaufort LeFevre.
“I guess I’ll be taking my leave of Texas, too,” Beaufort said. “My work here is done.” He turned to Luke and added, “I’ll be taking Angelique with me. I can see there’s nothing here for her.”
“Good-bye, sir,” Luke said, shaking Beaufort’s hand. “Your daughter is a beautiful woman. I’m sure she’ll find the right man for her someday.”
Beaufort arched a disbelieving brow, but in true diplomatic fashion agreed, “I’m sure you’re right. You can count us gone within the week.”
Sloan tried again to leave Cruz’s lap, and this time, after he had covered her with his shirt, he let her go. Shoulders back, she stalked away from him and out the door of the adobe house past her two grinning brothers-in-law and her smiling half brother without looking back.
She had not gotten far when Cruz caught up to her and turned her around to face him. “Do not run away from me, Cebellina. Not now. There is no reason for it.”
“You don’t call deceiving me a good reason?” Sloan said.
“I had no choice,” he said, his voice low and insistent. “I wanted to tell you a hundred times, but I was under strict orders of secrecy.”
“Oh, Cruz…” Sloan’s stoic facade crumpled and she threw herself into his arms. “I’m so sorry I doubted you. I’m so sorry I believed the worst of you. I’m so sorry I compared you to Tonio!”
“I am not my brother, Cebellina. I will never betray you. I love you more than my own life.”
He pulled her into his arms, but grunted in pain when she squeezed the place where he had been nicked by Alejandro’s bullet.
“We have to get you home,” she said. “We have to take care of your wound.”
Cruz sighed. “And where is home? Will you help me rebuild Dolorosa?”
“Of course I’ll-”
Sloan was cut off by Luke’s appearance at her elbow. He was shifting from foot to foot, and he wouldn’t meet her eyes. “What is it?” she asked. “Did something happen to Tomasita while I was gone?”
“No, no, she’s fine,” Luke said. “But I’m afraid I have bad news for you.”
Sloan held her breath waiting for the ax to fall.
