Johanna Lindsey - Brave the Wild Wind

She was too angry that night to explain any more to Chase, cursing Parker, cursing Laton Bowdre. By the time she had calmed down, Chase didn’t have the heart to bring the subject up again. But he was damn well curious about Parker. Remembering that scene he had come upon, finding them together, gave him little sleep that night.

Chase finally braved the cold and put his bedding away. What a difference a month made! It hadn’t been nearly so cold when he’d camped out under the stars on his search for Jessie, and that had been only late September.

He took a cup of coffee, clasping it tightly to warm his hands. The other two men who sat near the fire eating fried steak and eggs grinned at him as he stood there shaking.

“You’ll get used to it, Summers, if you stick around long enough,” Ramsey offered.

“Gonna get worse, friend,” the middle-aged cowpuncher called Baldy told him, chuckling. “Looks like we’ll be havin‘ us some snow any day now.”

Chase grunted, and both men laughed. It was only the three of them, as it had been from the start, for they were the only two hands Jessie had besides Jeb and the two others who had gone on the drive with Mitch and Blue. Jessie had sent Mitch and one of the men to Ft. Laramie to try to sell some beef there, enough to pay her men. The second man had quit when she refused to give him time off for a little revelry. She had had to ride back to the ranch with him in order to scrape up enough money to pay him off. Chase had wanted to clobber the bastard, but it was Jessie’s business, and he knew she wouldn’t appreciate his interfering.

He wanted desperately to help her out of this new trouble. Hell, he would give her every cent he had if she would just take it.

“Either of you get a chance to talk to Jessie before she left this morning?” Chase asked casually as he took a plate and filled it.

Baldy shook his head without looking up from his breakfast. “Her ridin‘ out was what woke me. Didn’t see nothin’ but the tail end of her horse.”

“Which way did she go?” Chase ventured.

Ramsey answered, “She told me last night she’d be riding west today, up into the foothills. Said not to expect her back for a few days.”

Baldy shrugged. “If she’s goin‘ that far afield, she’s probably gonna stop by the supply shack. She should’ve said somethin’ to me. I was by there yesterday and stocked up good. I could’ve saved her the trip.”

Chase was feeling more and more miserable. The thought of not seeing her for several days...

“Switch places with me today, Ramsey?” Chase said impulsively.

Ramsey looked at him in surprise. Both men knew that he had recently been wounded.

“You sure you’re up to it?”

“Some of them older cows can get pretty testy about bein‘ herded in when they’re used to roamin’ free,” Baldy added.

“I think I can manage,” Chase said firmly. “And I need the exercise. I’ve been resting up too long as it is.”

“Sure thing then,” Ramsey agreed.

WITH the sky a solid sheet of clouds, it didn’t look like the sun was going to do much warming. Without a clear dawn, there was only a hazy blue light over the land when Chase left camp. But it was light enough to define Jessie’s tracks, distinctive as they were on the frost-covered ground.

In the mood he was in, he didn’t care if the men noticed he was taking off in the same direction she had gone. They might wonder about his relationship with her, but what was his relationship with her, anyway? He certainly didn’t know.

Chase rode on over the cold plain, the icy wind biting at his cheeks. He had his jacket fastened clear to the neck and wore his bandanna over his ears as Baldy had suggested. But even the old pair of woolly chaps he’d borrowed from Jeb weren’t helping. Nothing was helping. He cursed himself for leaving the camp fire to go chasing a woman it would probably take him all day to find.

It didn’t, though. He had ridden no more than half a mile when he topped a low-lying hill and pulled up short, seeing Jessie’s big-boned Appaloosa grazing on the next rise. On the level plain between the two hills, Jessie lay on the ground. Had she taken a fall from the horse?

Chase felt his chest constrict. He raced down the hill, holding his breath. It was only when she turned her head at the sound of his horse that he let out that breath.

He got off his horse so quickly he nearly stumbled. He knelt beside her, taking in her ashen pallor.

“For God’s sake, Jessie, what happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” she repeated in a groaning voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He drew back, frowning. “Damn it, Jessie—”

“Will you go away!” She cut him off forcefully.

“Of course not. You’re hurt.”

“I’m not.”

Jessie started to sit up but paled even more and lay back down, closing her eyes. God, why did he have to find her like this? She had been lucky so far, managing to get away by herself while she was plagued with the morning sickness. This wasn’t the first time she’d curled up on the cold ground until the waves of nausea passed. She’d always managed to do it in secret.

“Jessie, please, tell me what’s wrong.”

There was genuine concern in his voice. That warned her. She had to tell him something— not the truth, but something.

“I’m just not feeling too good, is all. I suppose I’ve been overdoing it.”

“Well lying on this cold ground can’t help. You’ll catch your death.”

“I tried to make it to the supply shack, but I couldn’t this morning.”

Too late, Jessie realized she’d said more than she should have.

“This morning? Is that where you’ve been going all these mornings? Why?”

She wanted to say,“ ‘Cause it’s warmer there for what I have to go through.” But she couldn’t very well say that, so she lied. “I’ve been riding the northern range. Why shouldn’t I stop off there for a bite to eat? You got any more questions?”

“I’m getting you back to the ranch.”

“No! Damn it, I just need to lie down for a while. If I could ride, do you think I’d be lying here?” she asked caustically.

“You’re not staying here. I’ll take you to the cabin. You can lie down there.”

“No, Chase.” He reached for her, and she panicked. “Don’t touch me!”

He ignored her. But Jessie had known the slightest movement would stir her stomach, and it did. She jerked away from him and turned just in time to lose every thing she hadn’t lost already. As soon as she was finished, he gently picked her up and carried her to his horse, set her sideways in the saddle, then mounted behind her, gathered her against him, and went to collect Blackstar. She didn’t protest anymore, but rested against him, snug in his arms all the way to the cabin. He carried her inside, putting her down on the cot closest to the fireplace. Immediately he got a fire going, then helped her remove her jacket, boots, and gun holster so she would be more comfortable.

“Can I get you something to eat, Jessie?” Chase offered.

“No!” she said quickly, but added in a softer tone, “But you can boil me some water if you would. I’ve got some wild mint in my saddlebag that’s good for... settling the stomach.”

Chase didn’t question the home remedy but did as she asked and put some water on over the fire before he went out to get her saddlebags. While he was waiting for the water to boil so he could add the herbs, Jessie fell asleep. He didn’t wake her. Sleep was probably the best thing for her, and the tonic could wait until she woke. He sat down to watch her, wondering if he should go for a doctor. But the nearest one would be at least a day’s ride away, and he couldn’t leave her alone that long.

The more he thought of it, the more he figured it was probably just as Jessie said. She had been overdoing it. Getting up well before dawn and working till sunset—even she wasn’t used to those hours. And she was worried, damn near wiped out by the theft of her cattle.

Chase went out to bed down the horses in the lean-to. When it started snowing, he cursed. Then he realized that if it continued, they might get snowed in. And they wouldn’t have to worry about the cattle, either, because the weather would put a halt to Bowdre’s activities as well. As soon as he saw the horses had plenty to eat, Chase hurried back inside the shack.

JESSIE woke snuggled in a warm cocoon of blankets, the fire crackling near her and a tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. She found she was ravenous and feeling just fine.

She sat up. Chase was by the fire. He had his back to her and was stirring whatever it was that had aroused her hunger so.

“Didn’t know you could cook.”

He turned and grinned at her. “Passably.”

“It smells good.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He came over to the bed. His expression turned more serious as he peered at her closely. “Can I get you your tonic now?”

“I don’t need it right now, but I can sure use a plate of your grub.”

“You’re sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine, Chase, really. I just needed to lie down for a while. Now I’m starving.”

His lips split into a delighted smile. “You got it, sweetheart.”

Jessie frowned. She wished he wouldn’t call her that. She wished he hadn’t shown so much concern for her. She didn’t know what to make of him anymore.

As she moved to the table and sat down, her eyes remained on Chase. There was no stiffness in his movements, so his back must not have suffered from his exertions during the last few days. Her eyes traveled the breadth of his back, down to his hips, down his long legs, and back up to those lean buttocks. He looked like he was up to anything. Yes, anything ...