Black Hills

right.”
    “No.” Her heart skidding, Jenna nodded. “No right.”
    “Then her blood was on my hands, and I was afraid. I admit it. I had fear. But I was a man and knew what should be done. I left her as a token to the wild, and it was the cougar who came for her. My spirit guide. And it was beautiful. I gave back to the land what had been taken. That’s when I became free.”
    “Ethan, I need to rest. You have to let me rest.”
    “You’ll rest when I say.”
    “I’m not as strong as you are. God, I’m old enough to be your mother; I can’t keep up.”
    He paused, and she saw a flicker of hesitation on his face. She swallowed on her dry throat. “What happened to your mother, Ethan?”
    “She got what she deserved.”
    “Do you miss her? Do you—”
    “Shut up! Just shut up about her. I didn’t need her. I’m a man.”
    “Even a man starts as a boy and he—”
    She broke off when he closed his hand over her mouth. His eyes scanned the trees. “Someone’s coming. Keep your head down. Your mouth shut.”

29
    She felt Ethan’s arm go around her waist, to keep her still, she imagined, and to cover the rope snaking from under the jacket. She prayed for the life of whoever crossed their path, and at the same time prayed they would sense trouble. She didn’t dare give them a sign, but surely they would sense her fear, sense the madness in the man holding her hard against his side.
    It was in his eyes. How could anyone not see the murder and madness in his eyes?
    They could get help. There was a chance for help. And then Ethan would never get to Lil.
    “Morning!”
    She heard the cheerful greeting and risked lifting her eyes a few inches. Her pulse picked up speed when she saw the boots, the uniform pants. Not another hiker, she thought, but a ranger.
    And he’d be armed.
    “Morning,” Ethan called back. “It sure is a pretty one!”
    “Nice day for hiking. You’re a little off the trail.”
    “Oh. We’re exploring some. We saw some deer, and figured we’d follow them for a while.”
    “You don’t want to wander off too far. It’s easy to get lost if you go off the posted trails. Just out for the day, are you?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Can’t you hear the madness? Can’t you hear it in his overbright cheer? It’s licking at every word.
    “Well, you’ve made some real progress from the trailhead. If you’re going to stick to this loop it gets pretty steep, but the views are worth it.”
    “That’s what we’re here for.”
    “If you backtrack to the posted trail, you’ll have a better time of it.”
    “We’ll do that, then. Thanks.”
    “Enjoy the day, and this fine weather. Just head over . . .” The ranger hesitated. “Jenna? Jenna Chance?”
    She held her breath, shook her head.
    “What in the world are you doing out . . .”
    She felt it, that moment of awareness. On instinct she raised her head and pushed her body hard against Ethan’s. But even as she moved, he swung the bow from behind his back.
    She screamed, tried to lurch forward. But he was right. The bolt moved faster, much faster, than she could. She watched it strike home, and the force of it knocked the ranger back and off his feet.
    “No. No. No.”
    “Your fault.” The backhand sent Jenna sprawling to the ground. “Look what you did, stupid bitch! Look at the mess I’ve got to clean up. Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut?”
    He kicked her, his boot slamming into the small of her back so she rolled and curled up in defense. “I didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything. God, God, he has a wife, he has children.”
    “Then he should’ve minded his own business. Assholes. They’re all assholes.” When he stomped over to wrench the barbed bolt from the ranger’s chest, Jenna began to retch.
    “Look here. Got something out of it.” He pulled the sidearm out of the holster, brandished it. “Spoils of war.” Shoving the body over, he dug out the wallet. He slapped the gun back in the holster, unclipped it, and fixed it to his own belt before pushing the wallet in his backpack.
    “Get up, help me drag him.”
    “No.”
    He walked over, pulled the gun again, and pressed the barrel to her temple. “Get up or join him. You can both be wolf bait. Live or die, Jenna. Decide.”
    Live, she thought. She wanted to live. Fighting sickness, breathless from the pain radiating from her back, her face, she got to her feet. Maybe he wasn’t dead. Maybe someone would find him, help him. His name