Читать книгу Shadow Wolf - Jenna Kernan, Jenna Kernan - Страница 9
ОглавлениеKino paused, pistol holstered, rifle slung over his shoulder and body armor sticking to his back as he considered what to do with this woman. He should take her in, but that would mean paperwork and he hated paperwork.
The woman stared at Kino as a mixture of shock and fear played across her features. She was smaller than he’d first judged, smaller than most of the women on his rez. And now, as he looked at her face, he saw that even pale and dusty as she was from her ordeal that her features seemed a blending of Native blood with some other race. Even dirty, there was no denying that she was a beauty.
Lea Altaha seemed to be recovering because color was now rapidly returning to her face. Her eyes glittered dangerously. Kino’s body reacted to the challenge in her gaze, though not as he expected. His emotions flicked from anger at her interference to complete awareness of her as a woman. Now, with her color high, her nostrils flaring and her brow sloping down over her large dark eyes, she looked fierce and wild and sexy as hell. The tight T-shirt publicized an aid organization—Oasis—but also served to advertise a killer body. The thin cotton and her tight faded jeans hugged her dangerous curves. She wore high boots, as anyone with sense would out here. She also had a water bottle and a folded utility knife strapped to her tooled leather belt. The buckle was large and silver with a thundercloud symbol on the front. Appropriate, he thought, for clearly there was some kind of storm building between them.
She lifted her hand to point a finger at him as if his words had just registered in her mind.
“You!” She slid from the seat, her voice and posture all accusation as she stood, chin high and brow low. Even angry she was adorable, he thought, like a startled kitten. “You could have killed me.”
“I could have. But I was aiming at your windshield.” He pointed at the space where the glass had been. “Your rearview and then your side mirror.”
And he had hit them all in that order. It was a point of pride, his accuracy with a rifle.
“What is wrong with you?”
“That man was gonna shoot you. Yeah? Like he killed them.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “I stopped him.”
He judged from her widening eyes that she knew what was behind him.
Her shoulders slumped and the color washed from her face. She started shaking again and leaned back against the seat behind her.
“He was,” she whispered. “And you were trying to shoot him?”
Kino’s jaw bulged. He took a moment to push down the fury. His chance, come and gone. Would he ever have that chance again?
“I was. Until you blundered into my shot.” He pointed to the ridge of rock some hundred yards back and twenty feet higher in elevation.
She looked at the place he indicated and then at the windshield. Finally she looked at him. Her mouth opened and then closed as she worked it out.
“I blocked your shot.”
He nodded.
She was covering her eyes with her hands again. The silver-and-turquoise jewelry on her right wrist and fingers shone bright in the sun. There was no jewelry on her left hand.
Why was he even checking?
He knew exactly why. He was attracted but he had a policy of never hunting in another man’s territory. But she was too attractive for him not to notice. Still, he didn’t know if he would ever forgive her for bumbling into his hunt. Likely that didn’t mean he wouldn’t sleep with her if she gave him the chance. He’d have to be dead not to want her. She was stunning, really. The tingle of desire prickled through him. He sighed and forced his thoughts back to the hunt, the important hunt, the one for the Viper.
“Did you get a good look at him?”
She nodded, pressing her hand over her mouth as if trying not to be sick. She gagged but held down whatever was threatening to come up.
“Close your eyes. Think about that face.”
She shook her head as if unwilling to remember.
“It’s important.”
“Because he killed these men?”
Kino waved a hand in the direction of the corpses. “These men are smugglers.”
She cocked her head as if she did not believe his words or understand them. “These men are people, with families.”
He gritted his teeth. “Right. Fine. But the shooter. Please, try to picture him.”
“I don’t have to close my eyes to picture him. I’ll never forget that face. He was three feet in front of me and he was aiming a rifle at my heart.”
“Do you know him?”
“I’ve never seen him before.”
Kino exhaled in frustration. All he knew from his own observation was that the man was white and driving a red truck while wearing a stained cowboy hat. Oh, and that he chewed tobacco. It didn’t narrow the field much.
“What are you doing here?” Kino asked. “There’s not supposed to be any water stations on tribal land.”
She glanced around. “I was just following my map.”
Clueless or a liar? As he tried to decide, Kino took a page from his older brother Gabe’s book. Gabe was the chief of tribal police back on Black Mountain and often said, “If a suspect’s lips are moving, assume they are lying.” If she knew where she was, then she also knew that the tribe had pulled the plug on Oasis and their little water parties.
“Where is your partner? I thought you guys always traveled in pairs.”
“I...I have special permission.”
“That’s bull.”
Her failure to meet his gaze confirmed it. The way she shifted in place and worried the turquoise ring on her index finger made him think that she was lying. If she’d lie about this, she might be lying about not knowing the perp or, worse, she might be working with him.
“Okay. I’m detaining you.”
“What! Why?”
“Because you’re a witness. Plus, you’re lying to me, Miss Altaha, and I don’t like being lied to.”
“Okay. Look, I know this area is usually off-limits. But I’m Apache and—”
“Not Apache land.”
Kino knew that damned well because border patrol wasn’t allowed to be here, either. They had to be invited. That was probably why BP was always pumping their captain for information. Because only the Shadow Wolves had permission to pursue traffickers onto sacred lands.
He glanced at the men lying still and baking with the rocks that littered the thirsty ground. How did anyone live in a place so dry?
“Maybe you were here to meet them.”
“I wasn’t. I’m here to check this station and add water.”
“I thought the O’odham wanted the stations removed from their land.”
“Yes, but the migrants—”
“Smugglers,” he corrected.
“No. Migrants. They’re crossing here and they are dying here.”
“Yeah, less security here, no fences. Makes it easier.”
“Easier? To cross a desert in June? Thirteen bodies only last week. One of them was a nine-year-old girl.”
Almost the same age as his sister, he realized. Lea had scored a point and this time it was Kino who glanced away. But her voice followed him.
“Have you ever tried to cross this desert without water?”
No one could. He gave his own water bottle a flick. It was only half-full but they always carried extra in the truck.
“Did you ever think that if there were no water stations, they might not be so willing to take the chance? How many come because they expect to find Oasis and missed your water stations by a few hundred yards?”
She pressed her lips together and the corners of her mouth tugged down. “We save lives.”
“Maybe. But how many have you cost?”
“You don’t care. If you did, you wouldn’t be working for the Feds.” It was an old resentment that went all the way back to Fort Apache. His people had acted as scouts and trackers. His people had worked with the Americans and had helped them find Geronimo. In exchange they had remained on their land instead of being relocated to Oklahoma. But so had hers. So she had no rights to the “us against them” argument.
“I’m working for myself.”
“Shadow Wolf. That’s what you are, right? Special consultant, tracking the ones the Americans can’t find.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Not our business. The Spanish, the Mexicans and then the Americans. They all tried to take this land. It’s ours.”
“So why are you helping the Mexicans?”
“They’re people. Not Mexicans. Not illegals. People. Women, children, desperately poor who have it so bad back there—” she gestured south “—that they’ll take their lives in their hands to cross this. That’s who I am helping.”
“And drug smugglers and the cartel.”
“They have trucks, planes and ATVs.”
Kino pointed at the bodies just past her line of sight. “Not those four. They stopped here, for water. A natural meeting place.”
She stared him down. “And a place for hunters to overtake their prey. Always has been. Isn’t that right?”
Kino glanced down the road to where it disappeared into the scrub and cactus. Where was his brother and the damned truck?
The buzz of insects dragged his attention back to the bodies. The flies had already found them. Buzzards would be next. He had to call it in.
He lifted his radio and relayed to the captain the important details, including their location. These bodies meant that border patrol would have to be called because they were the ones with the body bags and the refrigerated truck to transport them. His captain was thirty minutes out.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked.
“I’m detaining you for questioning.”
Kino turned to Lea and offered his hand. She took it and slid off the seat, bringing with her a shower of broken glass. Her grip was strong, as if he were all that kept her anchored. He walked her to the rear of the pickup, watching her as she scanned the ground, getting a closer look at the bodies.
“Holy smokes,” she whispered.
“Yeah. You’re a lucky woman. But you should think about carrying a gun. A rifle at least.”
She did not take even an instant to consider it but shook her head.
“A pistol, then. Not just for traffickers. There are rattlers out here. Big ones. And Gila monsters. Though you have to be pretty slow to be bitten by one of those.”
She shivered and folded her arms across her as if that could protect her from bullets. It wouldn’t.
“If I hadn’t stopped him, you’d have joined them. I can get you a rifle, help you pick one out. Teach you how to shoot, if you like.”
“No, thank you.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a pacifist.”
“You’re a what?”
“I don’t believe in violence of any sort. And I don’t believe in shooting at people for any reason.” She stared right at him as she spoke, her words an accusation.
The ungrateful thing, he thought. “So you would have just let him shoot you? Wouldn’t even fight back?”
“That’s right.”
Kino shook his head, still disbelieving. How could anyone just stand there and let someone kill them without making even the most basic attempt to save themselves?
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“Most folks don’t.”
She dusted away the shards of glass still clinging to the folds of her T-shirt. He retrieved a glittering piece from her hair. Then he lowered the truck gate and grasped her lightly around the waist before boosting her to a seat. His hands lingered on her until she glanced at where he held her. Then he pulled away, stepping back. What was wrong with him?
“The water,” she said, looking back at the barrels. “I have to fill them.” The clear plastic water tank that occupied the last third of her truck bed looked as though it held 200 gallons or more and she had additional barrels, a pump, hose and electric hose reel.
“Nice setup.”
She scrambled to her feet to retrieve the hose.
“Lea?”
She paused, yellow hose in hand.
“This is a crime scene. You can’t fill those tanks. Plus, I know from one of the tribal council leaders, Sam Mangan, that the Tohono O’odham requested that all stations on tribal land be removed.”
Her shoulders slumped but she released the hose and returned to him, sitting on the open gate.
“Why did they do that? Some of their tribe lives on the Mexico side.”
In answer he pointed toward the bodies. “The smugglers leave a mess.”
“They’re not all smugglers.”
“I know that. But they’re all uninvited.”
“Like the Spanish and the Americans?”
Just then Kino picked up the sound of an engine. A moment later he saw the rooster tail of dust. He dragged Lea unceremoniously off the gate and shoved her behind the side of the truck bed. Then he swung his rifle out in front of him and rested it on the running board, taking aim.
“Stay behind the tire,” he ordered.
“Is he coming back?”
Kino gazed through the scope at the approaching vehicle. Was that his brother Clay or the Viper?
