reason Iâm here . . .â
She stuck one of the cheroots between her pretty teeth and struck a match on the top of the table. She lit the one cheroot, blowing smoke around her lovely head, and then lit a second one. When she had the second one going, she gave it to Longarm, letting smoke trickle out her fine, long nostrils.
âThanks,â Longarm said. He felt the cool dampness of her saliva on the cigar end, and it vaguely aroused him further. âAnd now to the reason youâre here.â
She retook her position on a corner of the desk, one leg dangling. Despite the black skirt she wore to her ankles, he could tell that her legs were fine and long. He had a brief, imagined glimpse of them wrapped around his back, and winced at the pleasant burn in his lower belly.
She stared at him obliquely, and then the corners of her mouth rose slightly, as though sheâd read his mind.
âYes, to why Iâm here.â
She puffed the cigar. She did not choke on the pungent smoke but turned her head and blew it out at the door. âIâd like you to ride out and fetch my sister back, Longarm. Iâm sure she must have had a change of heart by now. She is a mercurial girl. But I want you to promise me that you wonât force her to come if she doesnât want to. If she really wants to stay with Black Twisted Pine, she should be able to. Lucy should be able to do anything she wishes.â
Longarm leaned back in the tub.
âHere,â Leslie said, extending the glass of brandy to him.
He took the glass and threw back a third of it. He took one more sip. Then he gave the glass back to the young woman and took a drag off his cigar, blowing the smoke at the rain-splattered window.
âYou have no doubt that your sister is in love with Black Twisted Pine?â
âOh, I donât really know what to think. Maybe Lucy doesnât, either. She was always rather impetuous in matters of love. What I know, Longarm, is that her marriage is a bad one. The marriage was more or less arranged by our parents and Ansonâs parents. My father has business interests back East, and heâs partners in several of those interests with Ansonâs father. In fact, my grandfather and great-grandfather were in concert with the grandfathers of Anson.â
âOld, rich families.â
âYes.â
âHow would they feel about Lucy staying with Black Twisted Pine?â
âHow do you think Lucy would feel about being hauled back here . . . to Anson . . . against her will? How do you think that she would feel if Anson does as he wishes and kills Black Twisted Pine? If Anson has his way, thatâs exactly what heâll do, you know.â
Longarm rolled the cigar around between his teeth and sighed. He stared at the door, pensive. Lightning continued to flash in the windows but the thunder had become less loud. The brunt of the storm was passing.
âThe major seems to have restrained himself so far,â Longarm said.
âOnly because none of the scouts here at McHenry can lead him into the Shadow Montañas. None of these Apachesâtheyâre Lipansâhave been there before. Their work has mostly been done in New Mexico. Iâm told that one of the few scouts who can lead a patrol into those mountains is your friend, War Cloud, one of the few Coyotero trackers still around.â
Longarm knew that was true. The Shadow Montañas were a sacred range, off-limits to all Apaches who hadnât gone through a sacred rite. That rite itself had rarely been practiced in the last twenty years, as the Apaches have had other, more important things on their mind. Namely, scouring the White Eyes from their homeland.
War Cloud was one of the few scoutsâmaybe the
only
scout still available to the U.S. Armyâwho could lead Longarm into that craggy, wild, mysterious range eighty miles south of the border. War Cloud had once fought the
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