Leopard 02 - Wild Rain

spear?”
    “It was old, very old. And it was one of ours. He claimed that the spear was handed down two generations. That it was given to honor his grandfather for saving the life of a child, and that if it was returned, a debt of honor would be repaid.”
    “This man is a doctor?”
    Kim shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think he is not telling the truth. He asked for a guide and father sent Tama with him and then sent me to find you. My father believes this man is looking for Miss Rachael.”
    “Why would he think that?” Rachael asked. “Did he ask about me?”
    “My father had a vision. He saw this man standing beside you with a gun in his hand. He sent me to warn Rio.” Kim looked at Rachael. “I see disbelief in your eyes, Miss Rachael. Don’t discount my father’s visions because you have not experienced such a thing. He has kept our people from harm over many years.”
    “He’s a powerful medicine man,” Rio added. “I won’t allow Rachael to take chances, Kim. Thank you for warning us. You’ve come a long way. Come in and have something to drink. I can fix us a meal.”

    Kim stepped into the house and glanced across the room toward the rumbled bed. Rachael found herself blushing. Rio laced his fingers through hers and drew her hand to his mouth, teeth nibbling gently before pressing a kiss against her knuckles. “Does this doctor have a large party with him?”
    Kim nodded. “Many men. All are armed. Why would a research team need guns? Where would they get such guns just coming into the country? Money changed hands, a lot of it, for this man to have those weapons available to him. They have supplies enough for several weeks. The luggage is top of the line. Whoever it is, he has money and doesn’t mind spending it. There are no women along, and that’s a bad sign. All of the men in his party are warriors.”
    Rio brought Rachael’s hand to his heart. She didn’t look at him. She was staring out the door into the forest. There was regret and sadness on her face. He caught the sheen of tears in her eyes. Rio pressed her hand tighter to his chest. “It doesn’t change anything, Rachael.”
    “It changes everything. You know it does. You know who he is. I never thought he’d go this far.” Her voice was choked with tears.
    “Rachael, this is my world. If I have to . . .”
    “No! Don’t you touch him. Don’t you go near him.” There was a fierce, protective note in her voice.
    “You have no idea what he gave up for me. What he’s had to cope with all of his life. Don’t you dare judge him.” Rachael pulled away from him and went out the door to stand on the edge of the verandah, staring out into the forest.
    Fifteen
    There was no way to make Rio understand. There was no way foranyone to understand. Rachael wasn’t certain she understood anymore. Despair hit her in waves. She had known all along she couldn’t stay with Rio. She had wanted him, wanted to share her life almost from the first time he spoke to her.
    She hadn’t intended it to happen, it just had. Through Rio, she had glimpsed what it could be like to have a real partner to go through life with. A soul mate.
    She closed her eyes and stood on the edge of the verandah listening to the soothing rhythm of the rain.
    She inhaled the scent of the forest. It called to her. Called her with whispers of freedom. She couldn’t have Rio. She accepted that. She was not about to get him killed. No one saw him for the miracle he was. A good man who cared about his people, cared about the forest, the environment where he lived.
    Who was kind and gentle and compassionate. He had been so unexpected, a treasure to her, here in this place of beauty.
    Her only gift to him was danger. Rachael sighed and curved her fingers around the railing wanting to weep with a terrible sorrow. She didn’t dare give in to it. Once she started to cry, she would never stop.
    The call came again, and something deep inside of her answered, grew in power. She didn’t realize it at first, not until the wind touched her skin. The wildness swelled in strength, was without mercy, calling to her, roaring at her, insisting she listen. Her vision changed, cleared, waves of colored heat expanded her sight. Bands of red and yellow and blue. Scents burst through her like bubbles of information. She smelled individual flowers, fruits, even scented the creatures in the trees.

    Rachael’s skin itched, hurt with the weight of the material pressed against