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.“An arrow?” he asked.She nodded, pulling the blanket around them again.Rocking back on his heels, Joaquín looked at her without speaking.The pair puzzled him.The white woman looked like a lady—the dress was well made and of a style he knew rich women wore.But he had not known many ladies to care so much about their slaves.“You must come with us,” he said.She made a wordless motion of protest, as if she wished to blend into the bark of the tree.“Night will soon fall, and the wind will freeze you to death.” He lifted his chin toward the black woman.“She’ll die.”The white woman stared at him.Again he noticed her eyes.Not quite gray.Not green.Somewhere between the two colors, like the shallowest edge of a hot-spring pool.She clasped her arms around her slave more tightly.In sudden decision, Joaquín stood and strode out of the hidden place.“St.John!” he shouted.Roger came over.“What is it?”“Women.” Joaquín pulled aside the branches to show him.“She’s afraid of me.Coax her out and let’s get someplace we can make camp before full dark.”“Will do.”Joaquín glanced over his shoulder.The woman still stared at him with distrust.It was a look he’d seen many times.Letting the branches go behind St.John, he went to join Raúl in the business of collecting usable trade goods.* * *Tess watched the dark man depart, her hands trembling.She had never seen anyone like him, seemingly civilized in his speech, with the same lilt to his words as the Spanish traders who’d been killed.But not civilized, in his wild clothes, with the impossibly long, black hair, bound by red cloth at the nape of his neck.Not civilized, for he wore a blanket and leggings.Now a white man in the same strange clothes knelt next to her.At least he did not have the fierce dark features of an Indian, but blue eyes, red hair and a reassuringly crooked smile.Even his British voice was undaunting.Whatever evil the Brits brought upon Irish heads—and heaven knew it was a load—Tess had never seen them scalp anyone.“Your friend is quite ill,” he said and held out a hand to put on Sonia’s cheek.“How long has it been since the attack?”“A few hours.” Tess closed her eyes at the remembered horror.“They came so fast,” she said.The Brit nodded.“So fast,” she repeated.“It was terrible.”“Why didn’t they kill you?”“Some other men fired guns at them.” She had been breathless with exhaustion by then, but the old Indian had called, and with swift grace, the warrior dropped his knife and rode off.“I hid from them.Sonia played dead.” Tess was still furious at herself for allowing these men to find her.“It’ll be a true enough death if you don’t come with us.You’ll both die out here alone,” he said.“We’ll help you get where you’re going.”“I’m afraid of that other man.”The Brit shook his head.“He won’t hurt you.” He stood up.“Come on.”Against Tess’s neck, Sonia stirred, and a broken moan sounded low in her throat.Bleakly, Tess realized there was really no choice.“We’re going to Taos to meet my husband,” she said finally.“Can you take us there?”“Taos is where we’re going.Who is your husband?”Tess felt the pressure of lying all through her as she stared at the kindly face, but she would not deviate from her plan now.“Seamus McKenzie,” she said without blinking.The Brit shrugged.“Never heard of him, but that don’t mean much.” He stood and whistled, a bright, loud sound, like some exotic bird.“I’m going to get Raúl to carry your woman there.Guess you can ride with me.”Tess said nothing.She held Sonia close, taking comfort in her warmth.Below the blanket, she moved her hand on Sonia’s arm.A third man appeared, and Tess started, gripping Sonia closer.He was tall and black and had made no sound whatsoever as he came through the brush.Tess looked at his feet as if he might have floated.They were enormous, as were his hands.His sparse beard was grizzled with white, and in his narrowed eyes, Tess saw his hatred.Once, he too had been a slave.She would have gambled all the money in her hems on the assumption.“This is Raúl Libre, ladies,” the Brit said, as if they were all at a tea party in a drawing room.“They’re coming with us, Raúl.If you’ll carry Rose Red, I’ll take Snow White.”For a long moment, Raúl stared at them with a flat expression.It would be amusing, him thinking her a great lady, Tess thought, but it was important that she maintain the ruse or she and Sonia would be in grave danger.If he were an escaped slave, he’d know as soon as he heard her speak that she was no plantation belle.She’d have to think of a lie to convince him if it came to that.Jaw hard, he squatted and tossed off the blanket covering Sonia.Immediately, his face thawed.“Let’s do this nice and easy,” he said in a rough, low voice.She heard the long vowels and soft consonants of the South.“Move up and I’ll see if can lift her.”Tess eased forward.The man’s big hands seemed surprisingly gentle as they slipped beneath Sonia’s legs and back.With a grunt—Sonia herself was no slight maid, but a strappingly tall woman with long muscles and a babe in her belly—he gathered her limp body and stood.Tess jumped to her feet to give him the blanket, but she’d been sitting so long in the same position, her legs nearly buckled.She hobbled toward Raúl and tossed the blanket over Sonia.Raúl gave her the same odd look as the first man had given, then abruptly turned and took his burden out of the hidden place.The Brit steadied Tess with a hand to her arm.“Are you hurt?”“No.” She rubbed her knees and took an experimental step.The tingling eased.Picking up her once-fine blue cloak, she threw it around her shoulders and followed after Raúl, anxious not to lose sight of Sonia.View More (from Kindle)View More (from Kindle App)See all books at BarbaraSamuel.com* * *MORE BOOKSby Barbara SamuelBooks available for your Kindle have additional info links.From a Kindle, click the title, if reading on a Kindle APP click WebView
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