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Authors: Constance O'Banyon
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Saber said, dropping down on the
ground.
Reese drew an intolerant breath, his gaze
sweeping the rise. At that moment, several Indians appeared at the top of the canyon, and for
a long, tense moment, Saber was frozen with
fear. At last the Indian raised his arm, and Reese
returned his salute.
"A-are they coming after us?" she asked, her
voice once again trembling.
"I'm not sure of anything where the Comanche are concerned. Stand close to me and don't
utter a word."
"Who is that tall Indian?"
"Miss Vincente, you are looking at Quanah
Parker, chief of the Comanche."
"Do you know him?"
"If anyone outside his tribe knows him, yes, I
know him enough to respect him-and to fear
him."
"Wasn't his mother the one who was captured
by the Indians when she was just a girl?"
He frowned, his gaze still on the mesa above
them. "Yes."
"And he chose to stay with the Comanche,
though he could have lived in the white world."
Reese looked at her with sudden humor dancing in his eyes. "Quanah would scoff at your reasoning. Why would he want to live with white
people, who would only despise him, when he is a great and respected chief among the Comanche?"
Saber licked her dry lips, and her throat grew
tight with fear. "Are you sure he isn't going to
attack us?"
"Put your mind at rest. He just gave me the
peace sign. But do as I warned and don't move
or speak. He's riding in."
Saber felt her body quaking with fear as the
tall Indian broke away from the others and rode
down the hill toward them.
When he had reached them, he dismounted in
a smooth motion and clasped hands with Reese
while his dark eyes moved over Saber. She
cringed with fear and stepped behind Reese.
Reese and Quanah spoke in the Comanche
language. Then Reese nodded and gathered up
the reins of Saber's horse and handed them to
the Indian. Quanah then pointed to the pack
mule, and Reese nodded his agreement.
Saber watched with amazement as the Indian
mounted and led her horse and the pack mule
away. That left them only one horse! She
watched the Indian ride out of sight, still unsure
whether he would gather his tribe and come
storming down on them.
She gripped Reese's arm. "Will he come
back?"
"I don't think so. He has what he came for. Just be glad horses were all he wanted."
"What will we do with only the one horse?"
"We thank God we're still alive, and we ride
double. We're lucky that he left us my horse."
She turned toward him, and his gaze moved
over her features. Her face was so smudged with
dirt he could hardly tell what she looked like, but
she appeared to be none too pretty. But what did
it matter? She had the Vincente money behind
her, and Matthew loved her.
Again, he felt the unwelcome tightening of his
loins, and the swelling of his desire, which had
momentarily distracted him. "Ma'am," he
called, stopping Saber in her tracks. "If you'll get
your business over with, we need to ride on."
"Is it safe now?"
"Yes, ma'am. As I said, Quanah gave me the
peace sign, and he would never go back on his
word."
"What I don't understand is, if you knew this
was Comanche land, why did you choose to ride
this way?" she said, turning and stalking away.
Reese stared after her. Even with her ill-fitting
trousers, he could see that her hips were softly
rounded and she had long, shapely legs. Her
slow, easy steps were provocative and enticing.
She had a good shape to her, all right. And he'd
reacted to her body moments ago, until he reminded himself that she belonged to Matthew.
He glanced at the rise where Quanah had just
appeared and waved to him. He heard the sound
of the Indians riding away and relaxed.
When Saber rejoined Reese, he wasn't in a
very good mood. "Ma'am."
"Yes."
"To answer your earlier question, I rode this
way because it's unlikely that anyone will follow
us into Comanche territory."
She was startled by his reasoning. "So this
way, all we had to worry about was the whole
Comanche
ground.
Reese drew an intolerant breath, his gaze
sweeping the rise. At that moment, several Indians appeared at the top of the canyon, and for
a long, tense moment, Saber was frozen with
fear. At last the Indian raised his arm, and Reese
returned his salute.
"A-are they coming after us?" she asked, her
voice once again trembling.
"I'm not sure of anything where the Comanche are concerned. Stand close to me and don't
utter a word."
"Who is that tall Indian?"
"Miss Vincente, you are looking at Quanah
Parker, chief of the Comanche."
"Do you know him?"
"If anyone outside his tribe knows him, yes, I
know him enough to respect him-and to fear
him."
"Wasn't his mother the one who was captured
by the Indians when she was just a girl?"
He frowned, his gaze still on the mesa above
them. "Yes."
"And he chose to stay with the Comanche,
though he could have lived in the white world."
Reese looked at her with sudden humor dancing in his eyes. "Quanah would scoff at your reasoning. Why would he want to live with white
people, who would only despise him, when he is a great and respected chief among the Comanche?"
Saber licked her dry lips, and her throat grew
tight with fear. "Are you sure he isn't going to
attack us?"
"Put your mind at rest. He just gave me the
peace sign. But do as I warned and don't move
or speak. He's riding in."
Saber felt her body quaking with fear as the
tall Indian broke away from the others and rode
down the hill toward them.
When he had reached them, he dismounted in
a smooth motion and clasped hands with Reese
while his dark eyes moved over Saber. She
cringed with fear and stepped behind Reese.
Reese and Quanah spoke in the Comanche
language. Then Reese nodded and gathered up
the reins of Saber's horse and handed them to
the Indian. Quanah then pointed to the pack
mule, and Reese nodded his agreement.
Saber watched with amazement as the Indian
mounted and led her horse and the pack mule
away. That left them only one horse! She
watched the Indian ride out of sight, still unsure
whether he would gather his tribe and come
storming down on them.
She gripped Reese's arm. "Will he come
back?"
"I don't think so. He has what he came for. Just be glad horses were all he wanted."
"What will we do with only the one horse?"
"We thank God we're still alive, and we ride
double. We're lucky that he left us my horse."
She turned toward him, and his gaze moved
over her features. Her face was so smudged with
dirt he could hardly tell what she looked like, but
she appeared to be none too pretty. But what did
it matter? She had the Vincente money behind
her, and Matthew loved her.
Again, he felt the unwelcome tightening of his
loins, and the swelling of his desire, which had
momentarily distracted him. "Ma'am," he
called, stopping Saber in her tracks. "If you'll get
your business over with, we need to ride on."
"Is it safe now?"
"Yes, ma'am. As I said, Quanah gave me the
peace sign, and he would never go back on his
word."
"What I don't understand is, if you knew this
was Comanche land, why did you choose to ride
this way?" she said, turning and stalking away.
Reese stared after her. Even with her ill-fitting
trousers, he could see that her hips were softly
rounded and she had long, shapely legs. Her
slow, easy steps were provocative and enticing.
She had a good shape to her, all right. And he'd
reacted to her body moments ago, until he reminded himself that she belonged to Matthew.
He glanced at the rise where Quanah had just
appeared and waved to him. He heard the sound
of the Indians riding away and relaxed.
When Saber rejoined Reese, he wasn't in a
very good mood. "Ma'am."
"Yes."
"To answer your earlier question, I rode this
way because it's unlikely that anyone will follow
us into Comanche territory."
She was startled by his reasoning. "So this
way, all we had to worry about was the whole
Comanche
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