Reno saw Eve take in a breath and let it out, then do it again as though breathing deeply were a luxury.
«Looks like the thought of going dry doesn’t bother you,» he said.
«What? Oh.» She smiled slightly. «It’s not that. I was just thinking how nice it is to sleep through the night without worrying.»
«About what?»
«About a bully or a lecher trapping one of the younger kids in bed at the orphanage, or about outlaws stumbling over the Lyons’ campsite.» Eve shrugged. «That sort of thing.»
Reno frowned. «Did much of that happen?»
«Bullies and lechers?»
He nodded curtly.
«They learned to leave me alone after a while. But the younger kids…» Eve’s voice faded. «I did what I could. It was never enough.»
«Was old man Lyon a lecher?»
«Not at all. He was kind and gentle, but…»
«Not much good in a fight,» Reno said, finishing Eve’s sentence.
«I didn’t expect him to be.»
Reno’s eyes narrowed in surprise. «Why? Was he a coward?»
It was Eve’s turn to be surprised.
«No. He was simply kind. He wasn’t as quick or hard or strong or mean as most men are. He was too…civilized.»
«He should have lived back East,» Reno muttered.
«He did. But when his hands started slowing down, and Donna was too old to distract men with her looks, they had to come to the West. People out here were more easily entertained.»
«Especially once they bought you off the orphan train and taught you to ‘distract’ the men and deal the cards,» Reno said roughly.
Eve’s mouth thinned, but there was no point in denying it.
«Yes,» she said. «They lived much better after they had me.»
Reno’s expression told Eve that he had little sympathy to spare for the Lyons’ difficulty in making a living.
She hesitated, then spoke again, trying to make him understand that the Lyons hadn’t been vicious or cruel to her.
«I didn’t like what they made me do,» Eve said slowly, «but it was better than the orphanage. The Lyons were kind.»
«There’s a word for men like Don Lyon, and it sure as hell isn’tkind.»
Reno lifted the reins and cantered on ahead before Eve could answer. He didn’t trust himself to listen to her defending her whoremaster.
He was kind and gentle.
Yet no matter how quickly Reno rode, he couldn’t leave behind the sound of Eve’s voice, for it echoed within the angry silence of his mind.
They lived much better after they had me.
I didn’t like what they made me do.
He was kind.
The thought of Eve being so lonely that she welcomed the smallest crumbs of human decency and called it kindness disturbed Reno in ways that he couldn’t name. He could only accept them as he accepted other things he didn’t understand, such as his desire to protect a saloon girl who had been carefully taught to lie, cheat, and «distract» men.
A girl who trusted him so much that she had slept better in the past few days than she had in years.
I was just thinking how nice it is to sleep through the night without worrying.
Reno knew the thought of giving the girl from the Gold Dust saloon that kind of peace shouldn’t touch him.
But it did.
THE mountains receded behind Reno and Eve like a cool blue tide, leaving nothing but the memory of heights where water danced in crystal beauty and trees crowded so closely together that a horse couldn’t walk between. There was plenty of room for horses in the dry washes and on the spare plateau tops where the two of them rode now. There was nothing but room for miles and miles.
«Look!» Eve said.
As she spoke, she reached across the small space between her horse and Reno’s, grabbed his right arm, and pointed.
«There.»
Reno stared beyond Eve’s fingertip and saw only tawny, curving outcrops of sandstone, like the bones of the land itself pushing up through the thin skin of earth.
«What?» he asked.
«Over there,» Eve insisted. «Can’t you see it? Those stone buildings. Is that one of the ruins you talked about?»
After a moment, Reno understood.
«Those aren’t ruins,» he said. «They’re just layers of sandstone shaped by wind and storms.»
Eve started to argue, then thought better of it. When Reno had first told her that they would be riding through whole valleys where no creek drained the highlands and no water collected in the lowlands, she had thought that he was teasing her.
He hadn’t been. There were such valleys. She had seen them, ridden through them, tasted their sun-struck dust on her tongue. She was riding in one of them now.
For Eve, the transformed land was a constant source of wonder. In all the years she had read the journal of Cristobal Leon, she had never truly understood what it must have been like for the Spanish explorers to ride out into the unknown desert, following rivers that grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared entirely, leaving only thirst behind.
Nor had she imagined what it would be like to look a hundred miles in all directions at once, and see not one creek, not one pond, not one lush promise of shade and water to ease a thirst as big as the dry land itself.
Yet even more than the lack of water, Eve was astonished by the naked, multicolored, fantastically shaped rocks that rose out of the land. Taller than any building she had ever seen, drawn in shades of rust and cream and gold, the massive, seamless stone formations fascinated her.
Sometimes they resembled sleeping beasts. Sometimes they resembled mushrooms. And sometimes, like now, they resembled the picture she had once seen of a Gothic cathedral with flying buttresses of solid stone.
Reno stood in the stirrups and looked over his shoulder. The mountains were no more than a dark blue blot against the horizon. He could have covered them with his hand. The long, dry valleys he had led the way through offered few chances of concealment, whether for him or for the men who pursued him.
Yet since dawn Reno had seen nothing move over the face of the land but cloud shadows, and very few of those.
«Looks like Slater’s horses finally gave up,» Eve said, staring out over their back trail.
Reno made a sound that could have meant anything.
«Does that mean we can camp early?» Eve asked hopefully.
He looked at her and smiled.
«Depends,» he said.
«On what?»
«On whether that spring Cal’s daddy marked is still flowing. If it is, we’ll fill up the canteens and make camp a few miles away.»
«Miles?» Eve said, hoping she had heard wrong.
«Miles. In dry land, only a fool or an army camps next to water.»
She thought about it and sighed.
«I see,» Eve said unhappily. «Camping by water would be like camping in the center of a crossroads.»
Reno nodded.
«How far is the spring?» she asked.
«A few hours.»
When Eve was silent, Reno glanced aside at her. Despite the hard miles on the trail, she looked good to him. The shine of her hair was undiminished, her color was high, and the quickness of her mind hadn’t changed.
Even more pleasing to Reno, Eve shared his fascination with the austere land. Her questions showed it, as did her long silences while she studied the layers of stone he pointed out, trying to imagine the forces that had built them.
«How big is the spring?» she asked.
«What did you have in mind?»
«A bath.»
The thought of getting Eve naked in a pool of water had a rapid, pronounced effect on Reno’s body. With a silent curse he forced his thoughts away from the memory of her nipples drawn taut and shiny from the searching caresses of his mouth.
Reno tried very hard not to think about Eve in that way at all. It was too damned distracting. He was a man of unusual self-control, yet he had very nearly reached for her at dawn that morning, and to hell with worrying about the outlaws on their trail.