Only 03 - Only You

bringing Eve into my sister’s house,” Reno said flatly.
    A chill settled over Eve. She knew what Reno would be saying next. She didn’t want to hear it.
    But even more, she didn’t want to be caught eavesdropping, no matter how innocently. She began retreating one slow step at a time, praying that she would make no sound to give her away.
    “You asked me how I met Eve, and I ducked the question,” Reno said. “Well, I’m through ducking.”
    “Glad to hear it.”
    “I met her in a Canyon City saloon.”
    Caleb’s smile vanished. “What?”
    “You heard me. She was dealing cards at the Gold Dust. Slater and a gunnie called Raleigh King were at the table.”
    Reno stopped talking, walked around the lineback dun, and began brushing away dust.
    “And?” Caleb prodded.
    “I took cards.”
    The only sound in the next minute was that made by the brush moving over sleek hide. Then came the muted bawling of cattle as dawn slowly began stealing stars from the sky.
    “Keep talking,” Caleb said finally.
    “She was cold-decking and bottom-dealing.”
    Again Caleb waited.
    Reno was silent.
    “Christ, it’s like pulling teeth,” Caleb muttered. “Spit it all out.”
    “You’ve got the meat of it.”
    “Like blazing hell I do. I know you, Reno. You wouldn’t bring a whore into your sister’s house.”
    “I said Eve was peeling cards, not men.”
    There was a taut silence followed by the snap of a saddle blanket as Reno shook it out.
    “Talk,” Caleb said bluntly.
    “When it came time for Eve to deal, she gave me a pat hand.”
    Caleb whistled through his teeth.
    “When Raleigh went for his gun, I dumped the table in his lap. Eve grabbed the pot and ran out the back, leaving me in a shoot-out with Raleigh and Slater.”
    “Crooked Bear’s whore said nothing about Slater being dead. Just Raleigh King and Steamer.”
    “Slater didn’t draw on me. They did.”
    Shaking his head, Caleb said, “Be damned. Eve doesn’t look like a saloon girl.”
    “She’s a card cheat and a thief, and she set me up to die.”
    “If any man but you said that, I’d call him a liar.”
    Without warning Reno turned and looked into the darkness beyond the lamplight.
    “Tell him, saloon girl.”
    Eve froze in the act of taking a step backward. After a sharp struggle with herself, she controlled the impulse to turn and flee, but there was nothing she could do to put color in a face gone as pale as salt. Head high, she walked into the circle of lantern light.
    “I’m not what you think I am,” she said.
    Reno grabbed the saddlebags Eve was holding, opened one of them, and yanked out the dress she had worn in Canyon Qty. It hung from his fist in scarlet condemnation.
    “Not as heart-tugging as a dress made of flour sacks, but a damn sight more truthful,” Reno said to Caleb.
    Color returned to Eve’s cheeks in a crimson tide.
    “I was a bond servant,” she said in a thin voice. “I wore what I was given.”
    “So you say, gata . So you say. You were wearing this in a saloon when I met you, and your bond masters were dead.”
    Reno jammed the dress back into the saddlebag, flipped the joined bags over the corral rail, and went back to saddling the lineback dun.
    “Have you eaten?” Caleb asked Eve.
    She shook her head, not trusting her voice. Nor could she look Caleb in the eye. He had taken her into his house, and what he must think of her now that he knew the truth made her wish to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
    “Is Willow up yet?” Caleb asked.
    Eve shook her head again.
    “Not surprising,” Caleb said easily. “Ethan was cranky all last night.”
    “Teething.”
    The word was barely a whisper, but Caleb understood.
    Reno swore under his breath. That, too, carried in the stillness of dawn.
    “Cloves,” Eve whispered a moment later.
    “Beg pardon?” Caleb said.
    Eve cleared her throat painfully. “Oil of cloves. On his gums. It will sweeten his temper.”
    “I’d a hell of a lot rather kick his butt around the barn,” Caleb said, “and I don’t mean Ethan.”
    Reno’s head came up. He gave Caleb a hard look. Caleb gave it right back.
    “Yuma man,” Reno said coldly. “I’d think you’d be the last one to be taken in by a pretty face.”
    Reno reached under the dun’s belly, shot the long leather strap through the cinch ring, and began tightening the cinch with hard, quick motions of his hands. His words were the same—hard and quick.
    “You went into the wilderness with