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Eden stopped by the wooden cubbyholes on the office wall that served as teachers’ mailboxes, and pulled out all the envelopes, memos and student worksheets that had been crammed inside the small enclosure labeled with her name. She sorted everything on the way back to her classroom, then sat down at her oak teacher’s desk and began to read through the paperwork.

A legal-size envelope with her name and the school address handwritten in pencil caught her eye. There was no return address on the letter, which had been postmarked yesterday.

Eden opened it, her hands shaking. As she read the short note contained inside, her stomach sank. It was getting all too familiar.

THIS PUEBLO IS ALL WE HAVE LEFT. YOU ARE HALF-WHITE AND SHOULDN’T BE LIVING HERE. THE POLICE CAN’T HELP YOU. LEAVE NOW BEFORE THINGS GET WORSE.

The unsigned note, in block letters, stunned her because a new dimension had been added to the note—a threat. She sat immobile, heart beating overtime, then stuffed the envelope into her pocket and rushed to the teachers’ phone in the book room. Although the note hadn’t mentioned her son, she had to make sure Christopher was safe. When Mrs. Chino, who ran a day-care center out of her home during the week, assured her that Christopher was fine, Eden finally relaxed.

Lost in thought, she returned to her classroom, wondering how to deal with the person who was trying to drive her off pueblo land. When she’d renewed her search for the truth, her main goal had been to clear her family’s name so that her son would grow up feeling pride, not shame in their family. She’d never expected to have to fight another battle as well.

As her sixth-grade students came into the room, she focused on the class. She’d just started taking attendance when an office secretary appeared with a cryptic note from Mr. Puye, their principal.

Students are to be kept in the classrooms. A stranger has been seen on campus. Lock your doors as a precaution and stay alert. The police have been called.

Eden, who always kept her classroom doors locked anyway, walked to the window and tried to get a better look. A shadowy figure was partially visible behind the large hedge, but Mr. Puye was already walking in that direction.

Then a pickup pulled up, and two men jumped out of the cab. She recognized Nick and Jake. With Nick leading the way, they raced around the hedge and into the tall cornfield beyond the school grounds. The men disappeared quickly from sight and, as she looked back at the hedge, she noticed the shadow was gone.

Eden held her breath, waiting for another glimpse of Nick. He hadn’t even thought to hesitate before entering the cornfield to track down the intruder. His dedication to duty was absolute. A man who possessed loyalty like his was just the kind of ally she and Christopher needed, but she wouldn’t risk letting Nick have a hold on her life again.

An eternity later, or so it seemed, Nick and Jake emerged from the end of the cornfield. They were alone. The person hiding in the hedge had either escaped or been allowed to leave.

The principal gave them the “all clear” as the period ended. Eden dismissed her class for lunch and went to the office. After reading that last note, she knew the game had changed, and the possibility that the intruder may have actually been watching her was frightening. Of course it was also quite possible that this was an unrelated incident. What she needed now was enough information to settle the question, if only in her own mind.

As she entered the office, everyone was talking about what had happened. The consensus seemed to be that the upcoming initiation rite was attracting off-pueblo intruders. It seemed a reasonable assumption, but an unproven theory didn’t quiet her fears as completely as she would have liked.

Hearing that Deputy Black Raven was still on campus, she lingered in the office, hoping to see him. She tried to tell herself that it was just because the intruder had rattled her and he was a cop, but deep down she knew it was more than that.

Moments later Nick strode into the office. His loose-legged stride was all masculine boldness and confidence. Women watched him out of the corners of their eyes, and exchanged wistful smiles when he wasn’t looking.

Eden was pleased when Nick found her immediately among all the staff and gave her a heart-stopping smile. Fires suddenly danced over her skin and an excitement as primitive as the desert itself lit up the air.

Nick walked over and placed a strong hand on her shoulder. “I was hoping to catch you.” As he searched her face, Eden felt the full force of the black eyes that had always been able to see deep into her soul. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

She wanted to deny that anything was, but the words were all lodged in the back of her throat.

“Talk to me.”

His voice caressed her, running down her jagged nerves like molten wax that both soothed and burned. Though several staff members remained in the room, as she looked into his eyes it was as if all the others had faded back into the dim recesses of another reality, and they were the only two people there.

“I’m okay,” she said, her voice too shaky to pass as natural. “Really.”

“No, you’re not,” he said firmly. “You can’t fool a man who knows you in all the ways I have,” he whispered discreetly.

Her breath caught. Images of another time and place filled her mind and she remembered the many layers of desire she’d discovered in his arms.

Hearing the school telephone ring, Eden quickly focused on the present. Many years ago she’d sworn she’d never lean on anyone like her mother had on her father. And yet, after hearing Nick’s soft words she’d nearly turned her back on everything life had taught her. She’d have to be much more careful.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I have to go get my gradebook and some student papers before lunch is over,” she said, taking a step away.

He was about to say something when Mr. Puye came out and caught his eye. As he excused himself and accompanied the principal into his office, Nick turned his head for one last look at her.

She knew then that he’d be coming around to her home later to finish the conversation. Nick never left any challenge unanswered.

EDEN REACHED into her pocket and clasped the note she’d received earlier today, wondering what she should do. If news that she’d been receiving warning notes got out, it was possible she’d be asked to resign until after the matter was settled.

Not that she would. She couldn’t afford it, not with Christopher to support. But the last thing she needed was another complication.

Thoughts swirled like hungry buzzards in her head, colliding with each other, and undermining her courage. Back in her room a moment later, Eden collected her belongings and walked out of the building. She only taught half days, though if things went the way she hoped, next semester she’d be teaching full-time.

As she reached the fence at the end of the school grounds, Eden saw Nick parked farther down the road under the shade of an old cottonwood. Seeing her, he got out of his department vehicle and walked to meet her.

“We have to talk, Eden.”

He stood proud and tall in his tan uniform, his eyes alert and focused, like a warrior of old. Nick was a living, breathing temptation on every imaginable level.

“I’m sorry, Nick, but I’ve got to stop by the post office to buy some postcards for a class project, then go pick up Christopher.”

“No problem. I’ll give you a ride and we’ll talk on the way.”

It hadn’t been an invitation, but rather an order, and she bristled at his tone. “No thanks, officer. I’m walking.”

Unexpectedly, Nick grinned. “Some things never change. You still hate having anyone tell you what to do.”

His smile was infectious, but Eden didn’t want to encourage him, so she forced her expression to remain stern. “That’s right. Now please go away.”

“You know I won’t do that,” he answered calmly. “You need my help and I need to maintain the peace here on the pueblo. That gives us common ground. Instead of fighting each other, we should work together.”

Eden considered his offer then nodded. “I’m stuck in a difficult situation, Nick. I came here searching for answers about my family’s past, but someone seems dead set on running me off this pueblo. If the school finds out that I’m being threatened, they can really make things difficult for me. Can you find the person harassing me and quietly get them off my back so I can finish what I came here to do?” She handed him the note she’d received earlier. “I found this in my mailbox this morning when I came in.”

He scanned it quickly. “You mentioned getting notes before. When did you get the first one?”

“I began to feel uneasy, like I was being watched, just a few days after I moved in. The notes started right after that. I think it may be the work of someone my grandmother called ‘Tall Shadow,’ but I haven’t been able to find out who he is yet.” Eden told him about her grandmother’s letter, but suspected from the look in his eyes that he’d already seen it. “This man may have been behind everything that happened to my family. It’s possible that he’s the one sending the notes now.”

Nick remained silent for several long moments as they got underway. “Eden, I understand all about family loyalties, believe me. And we’ll get to the truth. But I have to tell you, no one by the nickname Tall Shadow lives here now. I’d know.”

“I’m looking into a twenty-year-old case, and people come and go. I know that. But I can’t back off and move away, Nick. My son deserves a mom who has the courage to do what’s right.”

“This is my fight, too, whether you believe it or not,” he said, then as if unwilling to leave it up to interpretation, added, “We have the same goal and that makes us allies.”

A swift, secret fire burned through Eden, but she fought to keep her thinking clear. They would be allies because she had no other recourse, but her only future, her only goal, was to give Christopher the kind of secure, loving home she’d always wanted but never had. Nick was her past, but Christopher’s future was in her hands.

NICK DROVE AWAY from the Plaza, lost in thought and trying to ignore the sweet scent of the woman beside him. He had a real bad feeling about this business. The note Eden had received worried him far more than he’d let on. The implied threat was there, and could mean almost anything. To make things even worse, despite the fact that Eden had told him about the contents of her grandmother’s letter, he was dead certain she was still holding back about something.

That wasn’t surprising, of course. He was holding out on her, too. Neither of them had any reason to trust the other. The entire history of their relationship was one of crushed hopes and dreams. The past had left too many scars.

Nick tried to focus on his job. He needed to keep a sharp lookout for trespassers who might be trying to sneak onto the pueblo to document Tewa rites.

A few hundred yards from the rural post office, he caught a glimpse of several people gathered below in a small, brush-lined arroyo. It was deep enough to hide all but the tops of their heads.

“Eden, there’s something going on down there I have to check out. Stay in the unit until I get back.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, maybe a fight. Lock the doors when I get out and stay inside, okay?”

Nick left the gravel road and parked the vehicle behind a line of junipers. After reporting his position to the dispatcher, he slipped out of the Jeep and crept forward noiselessly toward the scene of activity.

It wasn’t long before he had a clear view. Two men were holding his uncle Thomas by the arms as the third punched him repeatedly. The broad-shouldered pueblo men had slicked-down hair, wore bolo ties, snake-skin boots, and had on fancy western-cut shirts. That was practically a uniform for the casino muscle he’d seen a few times. Ever since legal gambling establishments had opened on several nearby pueblos, crime had been on the rise.

Nick stepped out into the open, resting his hand on the butt of his pistol. “That’s enough,” he yelled out. “Let the man go.”

The goon who’d been hitting Thomas spun around. Seeing Nick was a cop, he sucker-punched Thomas one more time in the gut, and then took off running with his pals.

The sound of a door slamming caused Nick to glance back. Eden was walking in his direction, pretending to talk to another officer just out of view. Nick realized she was trying to back him up by making it appear that he wasn’t alone. He had to smile. That was the Eden he knew. She could always be counted on to help someone in trouble.

Nick went to his uncle’s side and slowly helped him up. Thomas seemed dazed, but he recognized Nick. Glancing across the arroyo, Nick saw that the men who’d assaulted Thomas had already reached an SUV parked on the other side. He’d never catch up to them now.

“Hey, nephew,” Thomas managed, trying to crack a smile as he struggled to catch his breath. “And Eden. When did you join the force?”

Nick saw Eden approach, carrying his nightstick like a baseball bat. “I thought you were going to stay in the unit where you’d be safer,” Nick said harshly.

Knowing she’d put herself at risk to help him made him realize that she still cared about him. But the undeniable fact that the knowledge pleased him, was disturbing in itself. If there were two people in the world who were better off without each other, it was Eden and him. “What if they’d been carrying guns? Did you think of that?” he added.

“Admit it, Nick. I helped out a lot,” she said with a tiny smile and handed him the night stick. “Those thugs punching your uncle took off right away when they thought another officer or two were coming to help you.”

“It could have backfired,” Nick grumbled, then turned to his uncle. “Who sent the muscle? I want some names,” he clipped. “What casino are they from?”

“I’m not pressing charges, so you’re wasting your time.”

“If I’m right, those aren’t the kind of men who just fade away. They’ll be back, and next time I may not be around to rescue your butt.”

Thomas nodded slowly, shaking off Nick’s helping hands. “I didn’t think they’d come looking for me, that’s all.”

“You owe them money?”

Thomas shrugged. “When didn’t I owe somebody money? Don’t worry about it. I’ll find my own way out of this.”

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy. Once they’ve got their hooks into you, they don’t like to let go.”

“True, true,” Thomas said. “But I’ll come up with the cash somehow. I always have an ace up my sleeve, nephew. You must know that by now.”

He had a gut feeling his uncle was referring to the diary, but if that were the case, Thomas had a few surprises coming. Neither he nor Jake would ever pay a ransom for that diary, or allow themselves to be blackmailed like their father had been. And the pueblo residents whose secrets were in that journal were probably less able to pay blackmail than either him or Jake.

“A funny thing can happen when you have a card up your sleeve,” Nick warned slowly. “It can fall out onto the table anytime and, once people know you for what you are, you’ll suddenly find that there’s no place to hide. Trouble will find you no matter where you go.”