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Bri half collapsed against the back wall of the freight office to catch her breath and collect her wits. If she believed in voodoo, she would swear that dynamic Ranger had cast a magical spell that boiled her good sense into mush and her inhibitions into a cloud of steam.

Blast and be damned, how could she keep responding so immediately and intensely to Hudson Stone? She melted beneath his scorching kisses and bold caresses in one second flat.

“You okay, miss?” the oldest, whey-faced orphan asked worriedly.

“Did he hurt you?” the second lad wanted to know.

“We’ll fix him good if he did,” the youngest urchin promised vengefully.

“I’m fine. He caught me off guard, is all.” She patted each boy on the shoulder. “Thank you for coming to my rescue. I’m indebted. Will you tell me your names?”

“Tommy,” the skinny lad said then gestured to the runt. “This is my brother, Howie. And this is our friend, Georgie.”

“I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.” She shook their hands. “My name is…Ellie. I have an idea where we might find jobs that will give you a fresh start away from this rowdy town. If you’ll gather your gear, we’ll be on our way as soon as possible. Are you interested in an adventure?”

“You mean leave all this behind?” Tommy snickered as he gestured toward their improvised home.

Bri chuckled. “I’ve always had a thirst for excitement and adventure. I have an idea that will get us out of town and on the road to a promising and rewarding future. We can strike off together after we retrieve our belongings. We’ll meet back here in an hour if you’re willing.”

The boys nodded eagerly then darted away.

Bri started in the opposite direction then paused a few minutes later to glance skyward. “Happy now, Benji? I can see why you pointed me in the direction of those boys. But I’m not particularly pleased that infuriating Ranger got tangled in the middle of this.”

At least she’d conjured up a plan to leave town without inconveniencing Hud further. He’d made it glaringly apparent what he thought of her and how annoyed he was with this assignment. She had dismissed him—and she damn well meant it. Now she wouldn’t have to make the entire trip alone and she could help the urchins begin a new life while she was at it.

Quickening her step, Bri hurried to the hotel to grab her satchels.

The next morning Hud rolled from bed and cursed the restless night’s sleep that made him out of sorts—even before he confronted the feisty Gabrielle Price. His arousing encounters with the elusive Lady In Gray had fueled his fantasies. Unfortunately, the commander’s daughter kept appearing out of nowhere to spoil his erotic dreams.

Yawning, Hud raked his fingers through his tousled hair then doused his face in cool water from the basin. Wherever the kissing bandit was hiding out, she had three ragamuffins looking after her. Hud knew he wouldn’t see her again so he might as well squelch the lusty anticipation that gnawed at him. He had to suffer through his mandatory duty of babysitting Gabrielle Price and her fiancé. Alluring and intriguing though she was, she symbolized everything he wasn’t. Plus, she challenged him and defied him. The chances of her obeying his direct orders during the trip were a fifty-fifty proposition at best.

Hud grabbed his saddlebags, slung them over his shoulder and ambled down the hall to fetch Princess Price. He rapped on the door, but she didn’t answer so he knocked harder the second time.

“Mizz Price!” he called out, becoming more annoyed with each passing second. “Rise and shine!”

Damn it, if she was delaying their departure on purpose he’d have more than a few words with her. “Ready or not, I’m coming in.”

Hud opened the door then choked on his breath as he gazed incredulously around the room. The pitcher and basin that usually sat on the commode were shattered on the floor. The nightstand was overturned and the bedding lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. Hud walked over to step lightly on the bundle of blankets to make sure Gabrielle wasn’t under them. Sure enough she wasn’t.

Not only was Gabrielle nowhere to be found but her two satchels were also missing.

“Damn,” Hud muttered as he lurched toward the door.

This was his fault. He had shown no enthusiasm whatsoever when he assumed his duty as bodyguard. He had been rude and disrespectful to the commander’s daughter and he had voiced his displeasure for this assignment. Then he had left her to fend for herself in this raucous town. She’d had no one but her dandified fiancé as protection and now she was gone!

“What in God’s name happened here? And who are you?”

Hud glanced over his shoulder to see Eaton Powell II—or so he presumed, since he was decked out in the very latest fashion—puffed up like a toad. The snooty politician was glaring disdainfully at him.

“What have you done with my fiancée?” he demanded loudly.

“I haven’t done anything with her,” Hud replied. “I came to fetch her for the journey and this is how I found her room.”

Eaton looked down his patrician nose and struck a superior pose. “I will ask you again. Who are you?”

“Captain Hudson Stone. I’m the Ranger sent to escort you and your fiancée to Commander Price.”

Eaton looked him up and down then snorted insultingly. “If you represent the inadequacy of our state law enforcement on the frontier then I shall be sure to tighten regulations and qualifications when I am elected to the senate.”

The cocky dandy shouldered past Hud to survey the ransacked room. “My God! It looks as if there was a struggle. Someone must have realized who Gabrielle was and abducted her for money or for something even more sinister.”

He whirled around to stab an accusing finger into Hud’s chest. “This is your fault! My fiancée has vanished and I hold you personally accountable. Furthermore, I shall see you dishonorably discharged from your battalion!”

Eaton’s voice rose to a roar. Hud glanced sideways to see several tousled heads poke around partially opened doors.

“Hey, keep the noise down.” The man with bloodshot eyes, who had rented the room directly across the hall, glared at him. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Hud approached him immediately. “The woman in this room has been abducted. Did you see anything?”

The man shook his disheveled gray head. “No, I didn’t come upstairs until nearly two o’clock. Hell, I don’t even remember how I got here from the saloon.”

Judging by the man’s puffy face and red-streaked eyes, he was indeed sporting a hellish hangover.

“What about you, sir?” Hud asked, glancing at the scrawny little gent who had rented the room next door to Bri’s.

The gent bobbed his bald head. “I heard something crash to the floor and I heard a man’s voice late last night. But I didn’t even know a woman had rented the room. I wasn’t about to get involved with a ruffian. I mind my own business and I’m only here to catch the stage to Dodge City this afternoon.”

After questioning the six men in nearby rooms, he didn’t come up with one useful clue. Hud swore under his breath and cursed the disaster that had greeted him this morning. To make matters worse, Eaton was breathing down his neck, blaming Hud for whatever had happened to his beloved fiancée.

“I’ll find her,” Hud assured Eaton, who persisted in snapping and growling at his heels like an ill-tempered dog.

“Don’t bother,” Eaton snarled hatefully. “I’ll hire my own posse to pose questions and turn this town upside down.”

With an audience of the six men, who were still craning their necks around the hotel room doors, Eaton flung his arms ceilingward and burst out with, “Dear God! I can only begin to imagine the horrors my frightened fiancée must be enduring…if she’s still alive.” He glared at Hud. “No thanks to you, Ranger Stone.”

Wheeling around, Eaton pelted down the hall. He ranted about how he had come to Fort Griffin and The Flat to campaign for public office and how calamity had struck. He bewailed the abduction of his fiancée long and loudly.

Hud cursed the unexpected turn of events as he watched the hotel patrons close and lock their doors. To his further frustration, he couldn’t find one promising lead as to who might have overpowered Gabrielle Price and abducted her in the middle of the night.

A sense of urgency hounded Hud as he descended the fire escape to survey the horse tracks in the dirt. There were three sets, which didn’t coincide with what the man who rented the room next door to Bri had said about hearing one male voice. The kidnapper must have pounced on Bri and she had tried to put up a fight but she hadn’t escaped. No doubt, her captor had dragged her down the back stairs while the other man waited with their mounts. They must have tied her to the spare horse then rode off to who knew where.

Hud squatted on his haunches to take a closer look at the hoofprints. One mount had a chipped front hoof and its back left horseshoe had worn thin. One set of prints indicated a well-tended horse—a stolen one perhaps. The third set of prints was similar to the first—worn shoes that indicated a lack of care.

Following the prints, Hud ended up in a side alley where two horses veered east. He frowned, unsure what had happened to the third horse. Before he could survey the area closely, he heard a commotion in the street. He strode to the boardwalk then scowled at Eaton, who was waving his arms in expansive gestures and calling for the attention of everyone on the street.

“My fiancée has been kidnapped,” he bugled loudly. “I’m offering a reward to anyone who has information that will bring Gabrielle safely back to me. I’ll also pay any man who will join a posse to search for her.” He spun about to shake his fist in the air. “If I am elected to the senate I vow to provide better law enforcement in this town, this state and our nation! There are too many muggings and murderers on these streets. And now this!” His voice broke as he blubbered, “May God help my poor fiancée!”

Hud rolled his eyes when several women rushed forward to console Eaton. The dandy was a mite too melodramatic for Hud’s tastes. However, it was possible that Eaton might have been hopelessly besotted with Bri and was overcome with fear and concern. Given her beauty, wealth and social prestige, Hud predicted Eaton was eager to reap all the benefits of marrying the commander’s daughter.

While Eaton strode toward the newspaper office to have the story of the incident written up, Hud reversed direction to search for more clues.

“Bad publicity. That’s all we need around here. A dignitary’s daughter and a politician’s fiancée abducted from her room in the middle of the night. Damn, I hope she’s okay.”

Hud lurched around to see Sparrow scurrying toward him. The expression on the marshal’s weathered features testified to his concern for the missing woman.

“Any idea who might have taken her?” Sparrow asked.

Hud shook his head as he stared at the single tracks that led down another back alley. “So far nothing. One set of tracks indicates one rider separated from the other two. Mizz Price might have been slung over the saddle and carried off with one rider while the other rider headed the opposite direction to throw us off track.”

Sparrow nodded pensively. “You’re right. They’re probably trying to confuse us before they join up later.”

Hud followed the single set of prints that mingled with several trampled tracks in the street near the stacks of buffalo hides. He blew out his breath in frustration and stared into the distance. Even if he didn’t have much use for the spoiled female, he didn’t want to see her hurt. Not to mention how Commander Price would react when given the grim news.

The thought galvanized Hud’s resolve. He wouldn’t rest until he found the two men who had kidnapped Bri. As eager as he was to track down Speck Horton’s killer, he had to focus his energy and attention on locating Bri before she suffered untold atrocities.

Hud jogged to the livery stable to fetch Rambler. On his way out of town, he picked up a single trail again. He frowned when he noticed the horse had joined three other horses and three wagons. A half mile down the road, six more horses joined the group.

“What in the hell?” He glanced northwest, surveying the trail that led toward two communities and the military fort located in the Texas panhandle. There were also several large ranches along the route. Bri might have been taken to a line shack or to a nester’s cabin and held for ransom—or worse.

Leaving her in town—where her inconsolable fiancé was alerting everyone about the abduction and offering a substantial reward—was an invitation for the abductors to be overtaken and strung up by hotheaded vigilantes.

Half-twisting in the saddle, Hud grabbed hardtack from his saddlebag then munched on it. He had planned to eat a hearty breakfast before hitting the road. Now his plans had changed drastically—and so had Bri’s. He wondered if she also held him responsible for the terror she faced. Hud was sorry to say that he wouldn’t blame her one damn bit if she did.

Eaton returned to his hotel suite to gather his belongings. He planned to be sitting on the southbound stagecoach to Austin. Now he was the focus of this god-awful community and soon the entire state would hear the news. Of course, he’d sent word of the abduction in all directions, via the telegraph. By the end of the week, his name would be a household word and he’d give interviews to every newspaper.

Smiling smugly, Eaton neatly folded his clothing and packed them carefully in his suitcases. This publicity stunt would earn him thousands of sympathetic votes from the bleeding hearts in Texas. In addition, it wouldn’t cost him a penny. He’d be featured in dozens of newspaper articles, he predicted. People everywhere would recognize his name and know his sad story. This jaunt to this backward hellhole couldn’t have turned out better if he had orchestrated the scheme from beginning to end.

Eaton chuckled at his own cleverness. He had finagled promises from the marshal and upstanding business owners in The Flat to support his campaign. The only one who wouldn’t benefit from this clever scheme that had launched his campaign into high gear was Gabrielle Price.

Eaton snorted derisively as he closed his suitcases then exited his suite. He’d told Gabrielle that she’d be sorry for breaking off the engagement. The men hired to abduct her would keep her stashed from sight for at least a week. Then Eaton would decide whether her safe return or her premature death would better serve his campaign.

“Here’s your ticket, Mr. Powell.” Marshal Long dropped it into Eaton’s palm. “All the arrangements have been made for your journey. Rest assured that I will do everything I can to locate your fiancée while you’re out of town.”

Eaton nodded, looking as forlorn as he knew how. “I cannot thank you enough,” he said, pumping the marshal’s hand with fake gratitude. “I won’t forget how cooperative you’ve been in this rescue effort. Every time I consider the horrible ordeal Gabrielle faces it breaks my heart.”

“All of us hope your fiancée returns safe and sound.”

Don’t count me in those numbers, thought Eaton.

Eaton ambled off to take his noon meal. The number of individuals who approached him to offer sympathy and political support pleased him. He wondered fleetingly if Gabrielle would be offered a decent meal during her captivity. Then he shrugged off the thought and devoured the meal that the café proprietor announced was “on the house.”

Hud topped a rise of ground on the northern trail and paused to stare across the broad valley flanked by twisted ridges of bare rock and deep gullies. His eyes widened in surprise when he looked through his field glasses to see a caravan of three wagons that displayed the logo of the traveling theater troupe from The Flat. Four saddle horses were tied to the trailing wagon and six uniformed soldiers from Fort Griffin accompanied the caravan.

He wondered if Gabrielle Price’s kidnappers had bound, gagged and stashed her in an oversize trunk and hauled her away. Who would think to search for her among the crates and trunks that held costumes and stage props? He hadn’t considered that the abductors might belong to the troupe. Either that or they were traveling with the group for their own safety. This, after all, was an area where renegades occasionally sneaked from the reservation in Indian Territory and crossed the Red River to hunt and plunder.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he noticed a dozen riders trailing single file through a deep ravine so the unsuspecting caravan wouldn’t notice them. Military escort or not, the caravan was in danger. The six soldiers were no match for a dozen Comanche and Kiowa braves.

Hud went on high alert when he heard the first war whoop and saw the raiders clambering up the steep ravine to race headlong toward the caravan. He shoved his field glasses into his saddlebag then reined Rambler northeast. He rode hell-for-leather to reach the ravine the raiding party had abandoned. With any luck, he and the soldiers could catch the warriors in crossfire and force them to abort the attack.

If Gabrielle Price had been bound, gagged and tucked inside a trunk, it might be all that saved her from injury. Hud had let her down once by not being there to intervene when she was abducted. If she was with the caravan, he hoped he could save her from being shot full of arrows and bullets.

Hud did not want the unpleasant task of explaining to Commander Price what disasters had befallen his daughter while she was supposedly under his care.