He couldn't stop touching Rainey. He pulled her to him as he continued. "The men who stormed the boarding-house were brothers. They've had a hatred for me that goes way back." He kissed her head, needing to reassure himself it was all over even as he recounted every fact. "The widow shot one of the brothers. She took a bullet in her arm, but she's in good hands."

"No." Rainey stopped him by brushing her fingers over his lips. "How did you get here?" she repeated.

"I rode."

"You're not well enough to ride." She looked at his leg that he had been rubbing since he stood. "Oh, no…"

He watched her pale and had to smile through his pain. She cared. "Now, don't worry. I'm all right. To tell you the truth, I was so worried about you I hardly noticed the pain."

She moved to him. "I'm sorry."

He hugged her close. "It would have hurt far more to find you dead in this graveyard of rocks."

He kissed her then, long and hard. She circled her arms around his waist and held on tight. Though their embrace warmed him with need, it was not passion that demanded he hold her so tight, but caring. A caring that ran so deep he knew he'd never know peace if she were in danger.

Without a word he leaned on her, and together they walked out of the ruins. When they were in the morning sun, it didn't seem so cold. He insisted she wear his coat. She made him rest on a rock while she brought the horses around to him. After she brought them, saddled and ready, he rummaged through the saddlebags and found jerky for breakfast. They were both tired and healing so neither talked, but they touched.

He moved his big hand along her back as she sat next to him. She patted his arm in thank-you when he passed her the canteen. They didn't talk of the fear they'd both felt or the worry. They didn't need to.

By the time the sun began to warm the day, Roy rode up from the north. He was alone.

When Roy was inside the border of the mission, he swung down from his horse and ran to Rainey, grabbing her in a bear hug. "Glad you're alive!" he shouted. He whirled her around and then sat her back on her feet and apologized for being so forward.

When Rainey looked pale, he apologized again, and Travis thought he saw a hint of the charm that must have won him two wives. He asked about her bruise and said he'd gladly kill the man again for putting such a mark on a pretty girl like her. He worried over her lack of shoes as Travis had never thought to do and offered her his good socks to wear.

Travis finally told Roy to stop being a mother hen. They needed to get her back to Austin as soon as possible.

"Where's the man you went into the trees after?" Travis asked as they collected supplies.

"He gave me a grand chase, but I lost him." Roy didn't like admitting he'd failed.

"We'll get him," Travis said. "What matters is we found Rainey."

Roy nodded. "Yeah, but I got a feeling he's going to show up before long to pester us again. Seth might have been the meanest brother, but Eldon is sneaky. We both better be watching our backs until he's behind bars again."

Travis agreed.

Roy loaded Seth's bloody body on his horse. As they packed up, Roy wanted to hear the whole story of how such a little lady killed a man he could barely lift.

Rainey told him, then asked if he'd help Travis mount his horse. She said that Travis had reinjured his leg.

Travis protested, but Rainey continued to beg Roy. Travis claimed he could mount the horse alone, but if it made her happy, he'd take the help.

Roy mumbled as he helped Travis, "If you were married, you would know that sometimes it's just better to go along than to try and reason with a woman."

Once Travis was on his horse, he glanced at Rainey, silently thanking her for making such a fuss. If she hadn't begged, he wouldn't have made a show of giving in, even though, in truth, he wasn't sure he could have climbed on his horse alone.

Once they started back, Roy asked one question after another. The rough, fighting Ranger turned into a gentleman worrying about Rainey. Travis noticed she barely knew how to ride a horse, but Roy kept saying she was doing grand.

Halfway back Roy insisted they stop and let Rainey rest. He built a fire and made coffee from his pack and then said he had to go down by the river and rest for an hour before he could go any farther. "I didn't get a wink of sleep last night," Roy complained.

Rainey retrieved a blanket from the saddle and spread it by a tree, insisting that Travis sit down. When he did, she rolled his coat and placed it under his left knee, relieving a little of the pressure he felt.

"How'd you know that would help?" Travis asked as he leaned back against the tree trunk.

"I was hurt once in an ice-skating accident." She spread the extra blanket over Travis.

"I'm not an invalid," he mumbled.

"I didn't say you were. The blanket is for me."

Travis watched Roy disappear in the cottonwoods down by the creek. "He's giving us time alone. He doesn't need a nap."

"I know, he's sweet."

"Sweet," Travis grumbled. "If he were here alone with you, he'd have you with child before the hour was up."

Rainey laughed. "I doubt it. You see, I'm not the least attracted to him."

"How about me?" Travis thought he already knew the answer.

"You I can't keep my hands off of." She laughed. "But, I'll try."

"Roy is right about one thing. We do need to talk."

Rainey sat next to him on the blanket padded with the dried grass beneath a tree. "About what?"

"When we get back, there will be no time for us. The Rangers, the newspaper, everyone will ask what happened. In most places you'd have to tell the story once or twice, but in Austin everything turns into a sideshow."

She cuddled closer to him, pulling the blanket over her shoulder. "What do I say?"

"The truth of course. Tell them all about why you put on Sage's coat. How the Norman brothers kidnapped you. How you killed Seth. All they'll have to see is that bruise on your cheek to believe every word you say."

She laid her head on his shoulder and spread her fingers over his heart. "Well, if all I have to do is tell the truth, I guess our talk is over. Mind if I take a nap? I dreamed last night I was sleeping in a cave with a hibernating bear. He was delightfully warm, but noisy."

He put his arm around her and tugged her closer to him. How could a woman feel so right? "That's not all. There is one thing I want you to lie about."

Rainey raised her head and looked at him. "What?"

"I want you to tell people that I found you huddled in the ruins at dawn."

"But you found me last night."

"I know I did and you know I did, but no one else has to know."

"But nothing happened last night."

"I think I know that, too. I'm just thinking of your reputation."

Rainey laughed. "I don't have a reputation, good or bad." She smiled at him. "So I guess I shouldn't mention to the paper that I came to your room late the night before."

He didn't answer.

"Or that we kissed in the alley long after the boarding-house was locked up. We kissed and you opened my shirt."

His arm tightened slightly, but she didn't stop.

"Or maybe I should leave out all together about how we met and how you accused me of stealing your horse."

"You did steal my horse. Twice."

She slid her hand to his collar and touched his hair. "I have a little trouble with what to leave out of my life when you tell me to be totally honest. I figure on a good day the best you'll get is about fifty-fifty." Her fingers moved into his hair, closed into a fist, and tugged.

Travis cracked and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard on the mouth. "You're going to drive me to drink, Rainey."

She smiled and felt her body relax in his arms. "Kiss me again, but don't ask for honesty. Kiss me hard like you did before dawn. Kiss me like you'd die if you didn't get to kiss me."

He turned her until she faced him and kissed her gently. "I don't want to hurt you here." He brushed her cheek. "Or here." He slid his hand over her backside. "You're nice and rounded here."

She smiled up at him, guessing that it was his turn to tease her. "It doesn't hurt and I don't mind if you touch me. After all, I touched you plenty while we slept together."

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't." He studied her green eyes and had no idea if she was lying or telling the truth.

"You'll never know, but I promise you, you'll wonder."

His hand moved along her waist as he kissed her again. He would have kept the kiss soft, but she would have none of it. This time she wanted passion and would settle for nothing less.

When his hand slid to her hip, he pressed gently, then slowly, moved up until his fingers covered her breast. If she said he could touch her, he planned to call her bluff.

But she didn't move away. In fact, she shifted slightly, filling his hand with her ample breast. Through the few layers of clothes, he could even feel the point of it brushing his palm. She felt like heaven hidden beneath a few layers of cotton.

Suddenly he was very glad she'd placed the blanket over them. He'd thought her small, slim, but she was very much rounded in all the right places. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her eyes as his fingers unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse. When he slipped his hand beneath the dress, he saw surprise in her green eyes, but she didn't move away or tell him to stop. When his touch moved over the thin camisole and once more closed around her breast, he saw fire flicker in her eyes.

Then, to his surprise, she arched her back slightly, closed her eyes, and let him enjoy exploring the softest flesh he'd ever touched. He wished he could pull the blanket down and see her, but for now it was enough to watch her smile and feel her flesh grow warm beneath his hand.