Brave the Wild Wind

Chapter 17

JESSIE knelt beside Chase. It was still dark. She had brought food, and a knife to cut his bonds, and some other things. He was sleeping, and she didn’t wake him. She looked him over carefully, thoughtfully. Why did he have the power to make her cry? Thomas Blair had once been the only man who could do that.

White Thunder had suggested that Chase hadn’t meant what he’d said. He had actually defended Chase, even after offering to kill him for her. She was shocked. But afterwards, alone, she’d considered what he’d said and realized it was probably true.

White Thunder had suggested other things, outrageous things, and she had disregarded them completely. He’d said it might be that Chase felt she belonged to him after what had happened between them, that his accusations were prompted by jealousy. Jessie knew better. Her belonging to Chase was the last thing Chase wanted. He had made that clear enough.

“How long have you been here?”

Jessie’s eyes met his, but she looked away quickly. “I just came.”

She moved around him and slit the rawhide at his wrists. Chase moved his arms carefully, but he gasped when the blood began rushing back into his hands. He shook them, but it didn’t help.

Jessie came back to his side, sticking her knife in her knee-high moccasin. “I brought you food and your belongings.”

He saw the saddle on the ground, with his guns and other things. He looked sideways at Jessie. “Thanks.

I really had my doubts about your helping me.”

“Helping you?”

“To get out of here. After what—”

“I should let you think that.” She cut him off bitterly. “It would serve you right to feel indebted to a whore.”

“Ah, Jessie,” he groaned. “You must know I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, I know,” she said sullenly. “White Thunder pointed out that you’ve been through a lot today. A man faces death bravely or badly. You handled it badly. Of course.”

He liked that explanation better than the right one and agreed readily. “Yes. Well, I haven’t been handling anything too well lately, have I?”

“No, you haven’t.”

He stood up and stretched, reveling in that simple act. “Thanks for releasing me. I didn’t see anyone else coming forward to do it.”

She shrugged it off, uncomfortable with his gratitude. “Someone would have, eventually. They’re not savages, you know. You ceased to be a prisoner the moment they knew you were here because of me.”

“It didn’t strike me that way.”

“If you were inconvenienced, it serves you right for coming here in the first place,” she told him pointedly. “No one invited you.”

“That’s true,” he conceded. “And I’ll be damn happy to leave. Can we go now?”

“You can leave any time. I suggest you wait until morning, though. A hunting party will be leaving then, and they’ll escort you out of Indian territory. You’ll be safe with them. Otherwise, well...”

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before he said, “I’d be safe with you, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes, but I’m not leaving.”

“Yes, you are, Jessie. I didn’t come all this way for nothing.”

“Don’t you start with me, Summers,” she warned him coldly. “This isn’t open to debate. Even if I were ready to leave tomorrow, I wouldn’t go with you. I don’t happen to like your company.”

Chase moved toward her, but Jessie quickly stepped back from him.

“Perhaps I should put it another way,” Jessie said. “One shout from me, and every tepee around here will empty within moments. And I’ll leave you to explain your way out of it.”

Chase sighed. “You win.”

Jessie’s temper rose, now that she didn’t feel threatened anymore. “You’re crazy, you know that? What the hell were you intending to do, anyway?”

He shrugged and said coolly, “Collect a little compensation for my trouble. And maybe make you eat your words about not liking my company.”

Jessie gasped. “You think all you have to do is kiss me and I’ll forget everything else? God, you’re conceited!”

“Afraid it might be true?”

“I won’t even answer that. And I don’t know why I’m still standing here talking to you. If you’re going to leave now, I’ll go get my horse.”

“So you are going with me?”

“No,” Jessie replied hesitantly. “I’m letting you borrow my horse.” She prayed he wouldn’t explode.

His voice rose. “Is something wrong with Goldenrod?”

“No, but—” He didn’t let her explain, but turned and started walking away from her. “Where are you going?”

“To get my horse.”

Jessie saw the animal, and realized whose tepee he was tethered at. She ran after Chase and grabbed him.

“You go messing around Black Bear Hunter’s tepee, and you’ll find yourself in a whole lot of trouble.”

“How else am I going to get Goldenrod?”

“You’re not. He’s keeping your horse. You think I’d lend you mine if I didn’t have to?”

His eyes turned black as coal. “You damn well better be joking.”

“Well, I’m not,” she said stiffly.

“Is this another custom here? Like leaving a man tied up all day for no reason?”

“No. It’s just your rotten luck that Black Bear Hunter is the one who found you. He hates whites— including me. If he hadn’t jumped to the wrong conclusion about you it would be different, but he did, and he was furious to learn he was wrong, especially since I was involved. He was made to look like a fool. He’s saving face by keeping your horse. You don’t have a choice.”

“Forget it, Jessie. I’ve had that horse too long to give him up.”

“Look, damn it, just be glad he doesn’t want your saddle and guns, too. He could have left you nothing, you know. He did capture you, spy or not, mistake or not.”

“I’m not leaving here without my horse, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she hissed. “You’d have to fight for him and—”

“Then I’ll fight for him.”

Their eyes locked. “You showed yourself to be ten kinds of a fool for coming here,” she said with forced evenness. “What chance would you have against a Cheyenne warrior? He’d kill you in one minute.”

“He’d have to win first.”

“Damn it, we’re not talking about a test of strength here! I told you he doesn’t like me. He wouldn’t go easy on you because of me, as one of the other braves would. He will try to kill you!”

“You don’t think very much of me, do you?”

She stared at him, aghast. “No, Summers, I don’t.”

“Just arrange it, Jessie.”

“Why won’t you listen?”

His brow quirked. “Since when do you care what happens to me?”

“Oh!” Jessie fumed. “Fight him then!” She stalked off. Chase took a long, deep breath. He wasn’t leaving here without Goldenrod—or Jessie, either.