Brave the Wild Wind

Chapter 16

CHASE woke slowly, the pain in his head making him groggy and disoriented. His shoulders hurt and his hands were numb. What the hell?

His eyes flew open. There were tepees around him, and a group of Indians sitting about a fire, not far away from him. He tried to move his arms, and rawhide cut into his wrists. The pain cleared his senses. Chase moaned, wishing he hadn’t awakened.

One of the Indians heard Chase and motioned to the others. Two rose and approached him, looking down at him. He was sitting on the ground, his hands tied to a pole behind his back. As he looked at them, he tried not to look afraid. Both Indians were young, probably younger than he was, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

“You have broken our treaty, white eyes,” the taller man said. “You will suffer the penalty for that. But first you will tell us who sent you here to spy on us.”

Chase didn’t recognize the man who spoke to him as the one he had seen by the creek with Jessie. But he noted the blue eyes, the difference in his facial structure, and he took heart.

“You’re half white, aren’t you?”

“You will answer questions, not ask them,” was the harsh reply.

“This is ridiculous,” Chase said impatiently. “I don’t know who attacked me, but he’s made a mistake. I’m not from around here, and I know nothing about your treaty. And I’m not a spy.”

Chase waited while the two men conferred in their own language. Then the taller man faced him angrily.

“Black Bear Hunter says you lie. It was he who captured you. He found you concealed on the creek bank, watching our village. He thinks the Army sent you here, and he will know the truth of it even if he must force it from you.”

Chase felt his insides tighten. “This is all pointless. I came here to find Jessica Blair. And I know she’s here. Ask her about me.”

The two Indians spoke again, and this time the shorter one stalked off angrily. Chase dared to take hope when the other one turned to him, his features relaxed, beginning a slow smile.

“You should have said that much sooner,” the brave scolded.

“I can see that,” Chase replied. “But your friend wasn’t too happy about it, was he?”

“No. He would have preferred to kill you.”

Chase paled. “Is that the penalty for breaking a treaty? But the Army wouldn’t stand for that.”

“The Army left this area at our demand. We destroyed their forts, we drove them back. They would not break the treaty for one man, even if they had sent the man themselves. This region belongs to the Cheyenne and the Sioux, and the Army agreed that no whites should trespass.”

“Yet you allow Jessica Blair to break the treaty?”

The Indian frowned. “She is a friend to us. And just who are you?” he demanded, his expression solemn.

“Jessie knows me. If you’ll just tell her Chase Summers—”

“Chase!” the Indian echoed. His eyes narrowed. “I think Looks Like Woman would prefer to let my brother have you.”

With that, he walked away. Chase tried to call him back, but he wouldn’t stop.

What the hell had made him so angry all of a sudden? All he had said was his name. Chase grew very uneasy. Jessie must have said something about him, and whatever she had said, it couldn’t have been good.

The sun set. No one came. The Indians at the fire drifted off, and still no one came. Chase tried working on his bonds, but they were firm. He began to feel desperate. Where was Jessie?

When Jessie did come, she came with the blue-eyed Indian, and Chase didn’t recognize her at first. She looked like an Indian, wearing the Indian dress and knee-high moccasins, her hair fastened in two braids. Her expression was impossible to read. Was she there to help him or to gloat over his predicament?

“You could have come a little sooner,” Chase said, trying to make his tone light.

Jessie’s expression didn’t change. “I was sleeping. White Thunder saw no reason to wake me just to tell me you were here. You weren’t going anywhere.”

“Thanks.”

Jessie’s eyes narrowed. “Keep your sarcasm to yourself, Summers. No one got you into this mess except you.”

“Damn it, all I did was come here to get you!” Chase snapped.

White Thunder took a step closer to Chase, and Jessie grabbed his arm. She pulled him away, and Chase watched them arguing. Then Jessie came back alone.

Chase was amazed. “You speak their language.”

“Yes.”

“What was that about?”

“He didn’t like your shouting at me. Now look, I can understand your being upset, but I suggest you keep a civil tone. There’s no point in angering him, when he already wants to just leave you here.”

“Why?” Chase demanded. “What the hell did you tell him about me?”

“Just the truth. That you used me. You had your fun and then were terrified that I might want to marry you because of it. Do you deny it?”

“You never did let me explain, Jessie.”

“There was nothing to explain. It was all quite clear,” she said stiffly.

God, how he wanted to shake that composure out of her. “What about you, Jessie? I could say the same damn thing about you. You had your fun. You used me. What if I had insisted on marriage because of it?”

“Don’t be absurd,” she snapped.

“No, you think about it. Who would have been the one to back off then?”

“But you wouldn’t have insisted on marriage,” she said quietly now. “And you never even gave me a chance to find out what I was feeling.”

The hurt in her voice caught at his heart. “I told you I was sorry, and I meant it. You may not have thought it was such a big deal, losing your virginity, but I was so shook up about it I didn’t know what the hell I was saying, Jessie.”

“This is all beside the point. I told you I wanted to forget it.”

“It’s not beside the point when your Indian friend wants to slit my throat because of what you told him.”

“If you must know, I told him very little. He saw that I was upset and drew his own conclusions. He just happens to be very protective of me.”

“What is he to you, if I may ask?”

“A very close friend. And you’ve put off long enough telling me what you’re doing here.”

“How close?”

“Never mind!” Jessie snapped. “What’s wrong at the ranch to bring you here?”

“Nothing is wrong at the ranch.”

“Nothing?” A fiery gleam entered her eyes. “Don’t tell me Rachel sent you after me again.”

“She was worried.”

“Damn!” Jessie exploded. “What are you, a puppy, to jump to her every bidding? She could have gotten you killed.”

“Hold on.” Chase grew uneasy, for White Thunder was watching them closely and frowning.

“You listen to me.” Jessie lowered her voice. “You had no right to follow me. I don’t need a watchdog, and if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be you. This region is a second home to me, but it’s a death trap for you. You’re damn lucky Black Bear Hunter didn’t kill you outright when he found you. And you’d better hope your luck continues, because you’re leaving here alone. I won’t be there to help you. You’ve wasted your time—again.”

At least she had said he would be leaving. But Chase didn’t dwell on that. He was staring at White Thunder by the fire. The Indian had turned away when Jessie lowered her voice. Chase saw only his profile. It reminded him of the scene at the creek. Unbidden, his anger returned.

“When do I get released, Jessie?” Chase asked.

“White Thunder will cut you loose,” she told him.

“Before you call him over here, answer me something, will you?”

Jessie should have been wary. But she missed the icy tone in his voice. “Answer you what, Summers?”

“Am I responsible for turning you into a whore, or did you always have the potential? I’d just like to know if I should feel guilty about that.”

Jessie gasped. “Are... you crazy?”

“That is what you meant by your friend there being a very close friend, isn’t it?” Chase questioned, deliberately cruel. “Or do you just like to put on a show for him sometimes?”

“What are you talking about?” Jessie whispered.

“I saw him with you down by the creek,” Chase snarled. “I wasn’t watching this camp when that other Indian found me, I was watching you. And I wasn’t the only one watching you,” he sneered. “Had he already—?”

Jessie didn’t let him finish. She slapped him viciously. “You bastard! How dare you insinuate something like that? He’s like a brother!”

She was so angry she shook. White Thunder came up behind her and turned her around to face him. Her eyes wouldn’t meet his.

“You heard what he said?” she asked miserably.

“Yes. You are ashamed?”

She didn’t have to answer. White Thunder led Jessie away and asked, “You wish me to kill him for you?”

Chase heard, but he didn’t hear Jessie’s answer. He watched them until they disappeared around a group of tepees on the other side of the camp. Then he closed his eyes. It was odd, but he was quite calm. Maybe he was crazy. Why else would he antagonize a person who held his life in her hands? He didn’t seem to know himself anymore.