Only 03 - Only You

birthday,” Caleb said. “It’s really fine of you to bring a Slater to share around. Damn few of those boys left.”
    Laughing softly, Reno shook his head and accepted the inevitable.
    “All right, Cal. We’ll stay to supper.”
    “You’ll do more than that,” Willow said quickly.
    “Sorry, Willy,” Reno said. “We’ve got too much ground to cover.”
    “What’s the rush?” Caleb asked. “Is Slater that hard on your trail?”
    “No.”
    Caleb’s dark eyebrows rose at the curt answer. Reno shifted in the saddle and thought of what he could say that wouldn’t be a lie and wouldn’t be the truth: he was damned uncomfortable bringing a saloon girl into his sister’s home.
    “It’s late in the season to be taking on the high country,” Reno said, “and we’ve got a lot of rock desert to cross before we even get to the Abajos.”
    “Abajos, huh? That’s a mighty lonesome group of mountains you’ve picked out to explore.”
    “Not me. The Jesuits. At least, I assume that’swhere we’re headed,” he added, looking sideways at Eve.
    “You assume?” Willow asked, confused. “Don’t you know?”
    “I’m not real good at making out the old-style Spanish, and I’m plumb useless when it comes to the Lyons’ private family code. That’s where my, uh, partner comes in.”
    “Oh.” Willow still looked confused.
    Reno looked like a man who was through making explanations.
    Caleb shaded his eyes and stared across the meadow to the closest peak. High on its rugged side, a handful of aspens burned with the yellow torch of fall.
    “You’ve got some time yet before the high country closes,” Caleb said easily. “Only a few of the aspens on the north-facing slopes have turned.” Reno shrugged. “I’m not betting against an early snow.”
    The set of Reno’s mouth said more than his words. He wasn’t going to stay at the ranch one moment longer than he had to.
    “Gold fever, huh?” Caleb said without rancor. “Been expecting it.”
    Reno nodded curtly.
    “Well,” Caleb said, “you might think about your partner. She looks a little frazzled to be galloping off after fool’s gold. Maybe you should leave her here to rest up while you reconnoiter.”
    Though nothing in Caleb’s voice or expression suggested he thought there was something unusual about a girl riding alone through the wilderness with a man who wasn’t her husband, fiancé or blood relation, Eve’s face colored.
    “It’s my map,” she said.
    “Not quite,” Reno retorted.
    Caleb’s dark eyebrows lifted.
    “It’s a long story,” Reno muttered.
    “Best kind,” Caleb said, his voice bland.
    “Then it will take a long time to tell, won’t it?” Willow demanded.
    “Willy—” Reno began.
    “Don’t you ‘Will/ me, Matthew Moran,” she interrupted, putting her hands on her hips and planting herself in front of her brother.
    “Now, just a min—” Reno began.
    It was no use.
    “Even if you swapped saddles like a Pony Express rider and galloped until sunset,” Willow said, talking over her brother, “you wouldn’t get more than a few miles down the road. You’re staying for a time, and that’s that. If s been too long since I’ve had a woman to talk to.”
    “Honey, it’s—” began Caleb.
    “You stay out of this,” Willow said. “Matt’s been living on his own too long. He’s got no more manners than a wolf.”
    Eve watched Willow with a combination of fascination and horror as she faced down the two large men. If Willow realized that her husband and brother were a foot taller and far stronger than she was, it didn’t slow down her tongue one bit.
    Yet neither man struck Eve as the kind to step back for anyone, much less for someone who was half their weight and a third their strength.
    Caleb and Reno looked sideways at each other while Willow took a breath. Caleb smiled, then began laughing softly. It took Reno longer, but in the end he gave in to his little sister.
    “All right, Willy. But only one night. We’re pulling out at dawn.”
    She started to object, looked at Reno’s eyes, and knew more arguing would be pointless.
    “And only if you make biscuits,” Reno added, smiling as he dismounted.
    Willow laughed and hugged her brother.
    “Welcome home, Matt.”
    Reno hugged her in return, but his eyes were shadowed as he looked beyond Willow’s blond head to the house and the meadow where livestock grazed. He was welcome, but it wasn’t his home. He had no home.
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