CHAPTER TWENTY
THE STORM MOVED in fast. Dark clouds obliterated the sun, wind whipped the tall pines and the temperature dropped. Frank knew the rain and probably snow weren’t far behind.
Once the storm hit, it would be foolhardy to continue. He anticipated the senator putting up a fight. Not that he could blame him. If it was his daughter up here lost in the mountains... He thought of Tiffany and quickly pushed the image away.
Tiffany had only pretended to be his daughter as part of a sick plot by his ex-wife to hurt him. Too bad Pam was dead. She would have been glad to know that it had worked. Even when his ex had “programmed” her daughter to not only hate him, but also to come to Beartooth and try to kill him, he’d still wanted to help the girl. It wasn’t until he learned all of it had been a lie that he’d felt a moment of intense pain, then a sense of freedom. Neither Tiffany nor her dead mother could hurt him anymore. That was, as long as Tiffany was in the mental institution. If she ever got out—
The first drops of rain splattered in the dust next to him. He’d already put on his slicker and was debating how much farther they dared go given that they would have a long ride back to the ranch yet to face before this day was over.
He’d heard on his two-way radio that the two helicopters that had been scheduled to fly the area farther to the north had both been grounded because of the fierce winds coming off the peaks. Now, with the storm...
Another trail joined the one they were on. Frank noticed horseshoe prints in the dust as the rain began to fall harder. Past the tracks, he saw the body. It lay in a small gully not far off the adjoining trail from the Shields River side of the Crazies.
He reined in, recognizing the red-and-black-plaid wool coat. Outfitter John Cole. John had said he would be riding back in from the Shields River side of the mountains.
“Stay here,” Frank ordered the others as he climbed down and moved through the pines to the body. John had been shot once in the head with what appeared to be a high-powered rifle.
Frank had told him to be careful since they both knew that Raymond Spencer could be up here in these mountains. Whoever had shot him must have seen him working his way up the trail, waited and either had taken a lucky shot—or had been a crack-shot sniper in another life. He was reminded that Raymond Jay Spencer Sr., or RayJay as he was known, had served as a sniper in the armed forces. Did that mean he was up here, as well?
The rain began to fall harder. As Frank climbed back up the hillside to his horse, he tried to radio in to his office, but the storm made the call break up.
“Who is it?” the senator asked. “It isn’t—”
“No. It’s John Cole. He’s an outfitter with a camp up here.” He didn’t mention that John’s low camp had been broken into or that John had suspected it might be the younger Raymond Spencer who’d been on the run for three weeks now.
“He’s dead?” one of the ranch hands asked.
Frank nodded. “We need to turn back.” The senator started to argue. “John was shot. Whoever killed him is probably still up in these mountains. That person could be trying to get a bead on one of us right now.”
The ranch hands looked around, suddenly nervous.
“My daughter is up here,” Buckmaster said with a curse. “I can’t turn back now.”
“We have no idea where Bo is except that from what the pilot told us, Jace Calder had been tracking her and she was at least another day’s ride back into these mountains. We need to wait and get the choppers in the air. She will hole up somewhere out of the storm, so even if we were close to where she is, we wouldn’t be able to find her in this storm.”
“You’re assuming she is able to hole up,” the senator said, his voice breaking.
“There is nothing we can do. We have to go back.” Frank tried his radio again and got through. “Let the sheriff know over in Park County. John Cole has been murdered, the suspect or suspects still at large. They’ll find his body shortly after the Shields River trail connects with the Sweet Grass Creek Trail up from the Hamilton Ranch. We’re headed back.”
* * *
BO STOPPED, HER heart leaping to her throat. “Do you hear that?”
Jace, suddenly on alert, stopped, as well. “What did you hear?” he whispered, moving up beside her.
She strained to pick up the sound again, but all she could hear was the wind in the tops of the pine boughs. Was that all it had been? She’d been so sure. “I thought I heard a helicopter.” She shook her head. It had been her imagination. Just like earlier when she would have sworn she heard one in the distance.
“Come on,” he said and motioned for her to get moving again.
She had seen the dark clouds building over the tops of the peaks and felt the temperature dropping only moments before the rain began to fall. Wind whipped the huge drops, stinging her face. She could hardly see where she was going.
Jace had given her his yellow slicker to wear, insisting also that she lead the way. She knew he expected Ray and his father to catch up to them now. It was only a matter of time. She labored through the drowning rain in the too-large coat. Each step took all her strength. She’d never walked so far in her life. Once she got back to the ranch...
What if she never saw the ranch or her family again? The thought broke her heart. What if Ray and his father caught up with them? She shuddered, thinking of what they would do to her—not to mention Jace. Jace, the man who had come all the way up here after her.
Not to save her, she reminded herself. Yet he had saved her, at least temporarily. Now if Ray and his father caught up to them, they would kill Jace, and it would be her fault. If she hadn’t come up here, Jace would be safe on his ranch back down in the valley. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting him killed.
She stumbled on an exposed root in the middle of the trail, then slipped. Jace grabbed her before she fell into the mud. She looked at him, surprised. “I thought you would enjoy seeing me floundering in the mud.”
“You’re wrong. I’m trying to keep anything else from happening to you.”
Icy-cold rain poured over her as she stood looking into his handsome face. She’d been in love with this man most of her life, she realized. But the timing had always been wrong. “I really wanted to go to senior prom with you.”
He shook his head, rain running off the brim of his hat. “You really want to bring up senior prom now?”
“Why not?”
“Because that was fourteen years ago, and we’re standing in pouring rain on a mountaintop with two killers after us.”
She looked into his blue eyes and felt a sharp pang of hurt. “It isn’t just senior prom. It’s...” She waved a hand through the air. “It’s...” Tears welled in her eyes.
“Bo, we have to get moving,” he said quietly.
She shook her head. “I can’t go on.” Everything she’d been through suddenly fell on her, crushing her spirit. She dropped to the ground, too discouraged and exhausted to walk any farther, too sick at heart knowing that not only would she never get out of these mountains, but also neither would Jace. “Leave me and go for help.”
“Do you really think I would do that?” he demanded as he knelt down beside her.
“Why not? I’m that pampered rich girl who knows nothing about real life. Isn’t that what you once told me? A spoiled brat whose biggest problem is how to spend my father’s money. So leave me. I deserve whatever happens to me, right? Oh, I forgot, you’re determined to take me back and make me face up to my mistakes.”
“Bo.” The tenderness in his voice was her undoing.
Her chest ached as she began to sob. “I’m serious. Leave me here. Go for help. If you don’t...” She let out a cry of pain. “I’m going to get you killed.”
“Have faith in me,” he said as he held out his hand. “Here, let me help you to your feet.”
She shook her head, refusing to take his hand. “I can’t walk another step.”
“All right. We’ll rest for a while, but not here. Come on,” he said, taking her arm and pulling her up. “You can make it as far as those cliffs.”
He led her up into the rocks where one cantilevered out over the mountainside offering them some shelter from the storm. Also, it would allow him to build a fire without any fear of the Spencers seeing the smoke.
After seeing to his horse, he built a small fire under the rock where the ground was dry and so was the kindling. Then he helped her peel off her wet clothing before wrapping her in the sleeping bag and tucking her next to the fire.
She let him, too tired to argue.
“Try to get some sleep.”
“What about you?” she asked as she huddled in the bag and fought to stop trembling.
“I’ll stand guard.”
She looked out toward the darkness and the driving rain. “You should get some sleep.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t think I can handle it?” she said, turning to look at him.
“No, offense, but no.” She started to argue, but he cut her off. “Unless you’ve killed someone lately and I don’t know about it?” He nodded. “I didn’t think so. If I let you stand guard and the Spencers showed up, you would hesitate, and they would kill you before you could—”
“I get the picture.”
“Don’t feel bad. Some people think they could kill another person if they had to. Most of them couldn’t pull the trigger even against men like these.”
She thought about Ray and shuddered. “You might be surprised. Remember? I was with him for two days.”
He met her gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“I am, too.” She sunk deeper into the sleeping bag at the memory. “He had this idea that if he gave me a little time, I’d like him and want to stay with him. That’s the only thing that saved me.”
Jace looked away for a moment. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.” She heard the catch in his voice.
She could tell that he wanted to remain angry with her for taking off, for getting into this mess, for forcing him to become involved, for hurting him five years ago.
“Get some sleep,” he said. “We leave again in a few hours.”
She looked out past the flames and saw only rain and mist.
“I’m worried about you,” Bo said. “I know you have to be exhausted, too.”
He reached over to take the pistol from her coat pocket and hand it to her. “In case I fall asleep.”
“That’s supposed to relieve my mind?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to let anyone take you without a fight. If that relieves your mind...”
She watched him gather more dry twigs from under the rocks and toss them on the fire. The firelight played on his handsome face.
Her eyelids grew heavy. She felt as if she was finally starting to warm up. “Do you think they’re both after us now?”
“Yes.”
It was too much to hope that the single gunshot they’d heard was one of them killing the other one. “Maybe the father talked some sense into him and they aren’t coming after us.”
Jace didn’t comment. Who was she kidding? Ray was relentless. He’d walk all day and night if that’s what it took—even wounded. Add to that a father who not only encouraged his son to live in these mountains off the grid but also was bringing him horses and supplies.
She let her eyes close. “We never got to dance.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “I probably would have stepped on your toes.”
She smiled to herself as she forced open her eyes to look at him. He sat next to the fire staring out at the falling rain, his rifle cradled in his arms. He was smiling. She closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer. She was safe. Jace would keep her that way or die trying.