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to do with him.”
    “So you took to the wilderness to clear
your head?” Colt nodded. “Sounds like a good plan. Hard to think when you're
surrounded by reminders of the guy.”
    “Exactly.” I waved my arm, intending to
point at Colt, but managed only to slosh a bit of bourbon on the ground. Jericho
reached up, gently taking the cup out of my hand.
    “Maybe you've had enough for now.”
    “Oh...sorry. I've never been good at
holding my liquor.” The warmth in me was making the world a little fuzzy around
the edges. It was a pleasant fuzziness. “And I had some wine before...”
    Jericho laughed, a nice sound. I could
get used to that sound. “It's okay. You just do what you need to. We'll watch
out for the big bad wolf, make sure you're safe while you sort out your life.”
    “Oh, hey...that reminds me. Did you guys
see a wolf today? A big black wolf...don't know if it was bad...” I reached
behind the log, digging in my pack for my phone. “Here...I took pictures.” I
flipped open the phone, scrolling to the shots of the wolf on the path. I
leaned forward and held it out so the guys could see it.
    “See?” I flipped through the photos. The
first one was clear. The rest wouldn't win me any awards. “He sat when I asked
him to, but I didn't get a picture of that. I thought he might have been the
ranger's dog, but the guy said...”
    I got the feeling no one was listening to
me. I glanced at Colt, then to Jericho. Neither were looking at me or the
phone. They were looking at each other, and the look they exchanged was one I
couldn't miss, even in my happy state. Something was wrong, very wrong.
    “You did see it, right?” I slumped on the
log, then slid down onto the ground between Jericho and Colt. “I think the
ranger thought I was crazy.”
    “Ranger?” Jericho's voice had an edge to
it. “What ranger?”
    Colt coughed, then turned away as he
fumbled for...something. “Yeah, Jericho, there was a ranger...” His voice was
muffled.
    I turned to Colt. “Were you on the path
ahead of me? You must have been, if you saw him, and then showed up at the
springs when you did. Or did you say you came from the other way?” Wine,
bourbon, and the afterglow of sex had muddled my recollection of what he'd said
when we first met.
    “Yeah, I saw the wolf.” Colt sat up,
absently poking the fire. “I saw the ranger.”
    Jericho tensed beside me, leaning forward
to look past me at Colt. “Were you going to tell me? Or just wait till he
showed up here? What the hell were you thinking? Or you weren't thinking, were
you?”
    I sat perfectly still between the two of
them, confused, the fuzzy feeling fading. The air was charged with tension,
everything changing. I wasn't exactly scared, but I was no long drifting in a
comforting haze of alcohol and sex.
    “What did I say? Did I say something
wrong?”
    The tension held for a moment, then
shifted. Whatever was going on between them, they'd let it go, at least a
little. Jericho finally stood up, making a point of stretching, even though I
knew he was far from relaxed.
    “You're fine, Red. This is between Colt
and me. Nothing to do with you.”
    “You're not going to fight or anything,
are you?”
    Jericho moved around the fire, heading
for the trees. “No. Just guys being guys. No fighting. I'm going for more
firewood.”
    I relaxed bit by bit. Maybe in my muddled
state I'd misunderstood whatever had just happened.
    “So, you did see the wolf? Big,
black...blue eyes...” I looked into Colt's blue eyes, at his dark hair. It had
dried now, and it curled around his shoulders. In the light of the fire it
looked tipped with deep red. But in the sun...Would it be tipped with silver?
    Colt turned to me. “Big black wolf. Yeah,
I think I've seen him before.”
    I stared at him, almost unable to look
away. Blue eyes, black hair...
    “You've heard the stories, Red? The
legend of Black Wolf Mountain...the rest of it, the territory to the north, all
the wild stories.”
    I