Isaac and Hank were nowhere in sight, but I had a feeling they were trying to track the way the person went. I could smell the person’s boots rising up from the scuffled footprints on the ground along with the scent of Meeks’ attacker, a mixture of blood and rot.
I went as far as I could into the forest without losing sight of the cabin and then stopped. I was better off with the horses than with Isaac and Hank in these dark, unending trees. As much as I wanted to find out what happened, why the pale man had attacked Meeks (and why he hadn’t done the same thing to me), my curiosity needed to be reined in before I did something idiotic.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Jake said from behind me, his feet crunching on the fallen twigs, the air around me becoming more earthy and pleasant as he came closer. “It’s dangerous.”
I turned around to see him a few paces back, still in his long johns, and with a cigar in his hand. I quickly turned my head away—he was not leaving anything to the imagination. His body was massive, broad lines and hard muscle that seemed like it was going to burst out of the red wool.
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, wishing I felt less embarrassed.
“Naw. You ain’t ever seen a man in his drawers, have ya?”
“A proper lady shouldn’t see that until she’s good and married,” I replied, wondering what wanton, caveman town he was from where folks were seeing each other in their undergarments. Texans were something else.
“You’ve said many times you aren’t a lady.”
He started walking toward me until I shot him a warning look to stay right where he was.
“I only said that once,” I retorted indignantly.
He puffed on his cigar, a few sprinkles of snow coming through the boughs of the trees and settling in his dark, lush hair. “True, but you’ve demonstrated your word many times before. No proper lady comes running out into the forest after she’s been nearly attacked by a savage.”
I glared at him, keeping my focus on his craggy face that looked strangely handsome in the burning glow of his cigar. “The man wasn’t a savage.”
“If that’s the case, then who was he?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted stupidly. “I only saw him for a second and there was barely any light. He was pale though, white as a sheet, with eyes bluer than a robin’s egg. But the same smell that I’ve been picking up the last few days,” I gestured ahead into the forest, “it’s coming from him.”
He frowned, eyes glittering with thought. “Interesting.”
“I thought so.”
“You know what the smell is?”
I shook my head. “Something rotten. But familiar.” I don’t know why I kept on talking, divulging information to him. “The other day, I smelled it on our neighbor’s horse that went rabid and tried to kill us.”
He coughed, his eyes bugging out. “I beg your pardon, Pine Nut?”
I sighed and quickly told him what happened with Nero, knowing it would be met with disbelief.
I turned to face him and was surprised by his silence. In fact, his mouth was set in a rather grim line. “Rabies is Latin for madness.”
I raised my brow. “I didn’t know that. Is it possible that whatever infected the horse had infected this man? He did look rather mad.”
He snorted. “You have to be more than ‘rather mad’ to bite someone’s finger clean off.”
I cringed and looked back at the cabins. “How is Meeks?”
He took in a large drag of his cigar and let the smoke slowly trail out from his full lips. “He’s alive. Unconscious. I don’t know what else we can do for him.”
“Surely one of us will be going back to River Bend tomorrow with him.”
“Won’t be you. Won’t be me.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Mayhaps it’ll be Avery. I’d hate to see you cry though.”
“Oh, you’d love to see me cry,” I countered. “And I wouldn’t cry over Avery.”
“You two seem awful close for being just a couple of pals.”
“I don’t see how this is any of your business, nor how it could possibly interest you,” I told him. I lowered my voice. “Besides, he is my only friend in this world.”
“I see. That explains it then,” he said, another puff of smoke rising up to the trees.
“Explains what?” I asked defensively. “And why are we always out here sparring in the middle of the night?”
He shrugged casually. “Last night you came out to spar with me, Pine Nut.”
Before I could say anything to that, the faint crackle of crushed ground came from the woods. Isaac and Hank appeared first as shadowy dark forms before I could see them clearly.
“Find anything?” Jake asked them.
Isaac shook his head while Hank’s cold eyes fixed on me.
“Perhaps we need to take the tracker with us,” Hank said, reaching for my arm. I took a step back into a tree, trying to escape his grasp.
“Think it’s a bit late for that,” Jake said to him, his voice taking on an edge. “We’ll have a look around in the morning.”
Hank scowled at him but dropped his hand. “You really think you’re in charge of this, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t, but I do know better than you. Technically Merv’s in charge cuz Merv has the money.”
“Too bad Merv is in there dying,” Hank said without a hint of remorse.
Jake took in one last puff before he flicked the cigar at the ground between Hank and I. “Tomorrow will figure itself out. Merv may have lost his finger but he hasn’t lost his life. If he seems worse by morning, we’ll get someone to take him down to River Bend.”
“Well it ain’t going to be me,” Isaac snapped at him. “This is my uncle out there.”
“So you keep saying,” Jake said, stroking at his rough beard. “I reckon you must be the most loyal nephew on earth to keep going after him so…passionately.”
The two of them stared at each other in a silent showdown, Jake not breaking his gaze for a second. Finally Isaac muttered, “Get out of my way,” and tried to push past Jake before he realized that Jake was solid and immovable as a tree. He ended up going around him.
Hank stared at me with his leering eyes and licked his cracked lips before he followed after him. I shivered with revulsion.
“Best get you inside too,” Jake said as he eyed me. Little did he know I wasn’t shivering because I was cold.
Once we were back inside the cabin, I saw that Merv was propped up in his bed and still unconscious. His hand was fully-wrapped in muslin with only a small amount of blood soaking through, and his body was piled high with blankets.
Donna was washing her hands in a bowl of hot water beside Avery who smiled at me with relief.
“How is he?” I asked.
“I managed to stop most of the bleeding,” she said, her voice shaking. She pushed her blonde curls out of her eyes with her forearm, her hands still soapy. “The challenge is keeping the wound clean. We’ll need to keep changing the bandages.”
“Will we have to take him back to River Bend?” Jake asked, appearing beside me, still in those long johns.
She kept her God-fearing eyes averted and looked down at Meeks’ body instead. “Not if we keep him here for the next day or two. He shouldn’t be on the move, either back to River Bend or continuing north.”
“Ah, what the hell does she know?” Hank’s voice came from the other side of the cabin.
Donna’s cheeks burned with anger. “I know enough,” she said, lowering her voice. She looked at Jake, keeping her eyes above his neck. “He’ll be too weak to ride. For goodness sake, I feel too weak to ride. That was a horrible thing that just happened. Wicked and evil, like Satan crawled right here in this cabin with us.”