"You make me feel crazy inside," he said softly, staring at her. Sunlight slanted through the dirty window turning her eyes almost translucent. A light sheen of perspiration lay on her flushed face like dew. It continually surprised him how different she could look from day to day, from minute to minute.
"She makes me feel loco, too," Graciela said happily. Hero worship shone in her eyes and the pleasure of a shared opinion. Startled, Ty frowned at her,then looked back at Jenny.
She clasped her hands in her lap so tightly that the knuckles turned white. "We need to stop thinking about—other things—and devise a plan," she said tightly, speaking through clenched teeth.
"Can you stop thinking about—other things?" he asked. He sure as hell couldn't.
"What other things?" Graciela demanded, looking back and forth between them.
"Nothing important," Jenny said sharply, her cheeks turning crimson.
Ty laughed softly. He would conquer her helplessness kiss by kiss. Though he suspected he would live to regret it, he would teach her who controlled events between men and women. When she understood her power, that's when her surrender would be the sweetest.
* * *
The sun was directly overhead when the train chuffed into the Verde Flores station. The terrain had altered and softened. Trees flanked the river that tumbled through town, clumps of mesquite and creosote bush flowed away from the village perimeters.
An hour earlier, according to plan, they had exchanged places with a family in the last seats across the aisle so Graciela wouldn't be framed in the window on the depot side of the train.
As soon as the train lurched to a stop, Ty glanced at Jenny who nodded grimly,then he walked down the aisle and stepped outside onto the platform between the cars. He quickly glanced across the sagging depot porch. People rushed to greet passengers getting off, others stood, gathering belongings prior to boarding. Leaning out, Ty looked up and down the length of the train, then, scowling, he returned inside and slid into the seat next to Jenny.
"Three men," he said quietly. "One's on the platform. One just boarded the car directly behind the locomotive. The other is checking the cars at the rear."
She nodded. "They'll walk through the cars, working toward each other."
"That's my guess." He touched Graciela's shoulder, gazed into her wide eyes. "We discussed this, remember?" She nodded solemnly. "If one of them gets past us, you run outside and make a hell of a noise. We'll see you or hear you. Otherwise, stay right here. Don't move."
When he finished, Jenny placed her hands on Graciela's shoulders and peered into her face. "Don't go having any second thoughts. Don't start thinking your cousins want to take you back to Aunt Tete. You know what they want." Graciela bit her lips and nodded. "Say it."
"Money," his niece whispered. "They want to hurt me."
"That's right," Jenny stated firmly. "If you get some crackbrained idea about joining up with a cousin, say this word: Snakes." She stared into Graciela's eyes. "We have to trust you, kid. Graciela.We're trusting you not to run off. Tell me you won't."
"I won't."
"Your word is your bond."
Ty touched Jenny's shoulder. "She understands. We're losing time." When she stood and straightened her shoulders, he watched her gaze harden as she shifted her thoughts toward the men searching for them. "You go forward, I'll take the back."
He wasted another minute gazing deep into her eyes, fighting a protective urge. The straw hat and skirt made him very aware that she was a woman. It impressed him as crazy to send a female off to fight a man.
Hell, what was he thinking? He'd known men who couldn't throw a punch as hard as she did. "How's your arm?"
"Like new. Get moving." She glanced at Graciela again, then turned smartly in a swirl of skirts and strode toward the door at the front of the car without a backward glance.
He frowned, watching her go. He would have felt better about this if she'd been wearing her usual trousers and shapeless poncho.
"Don't worry," Graciela said calmly, not a doubt in her voice or demeanor. "Jenny is very strong and very brave."
"Yes, she is." Leaving Graciela alone concerned him. "Don't move."
But she did. Before he had taken two steps, she changed seats, moving forward to sit with a Mexican family. He nodded. She was a clever kid.
Moving quickly, he walked through the next crowded passenger car, then the next. The cousins weren't leaving anything to chance. The man he'd spotted at the tail end of the train had started with the boxcars first. Once Ty was certain the man hadn't yet entered the passenger cars, he dropped to the ground and sprinted to the closest boxcar. The doors were open and he pulled himself inside, almost colliding with a man preparing to jump out.
Ty didn't give the bastard a chance to collect his thoughts. Springing to his feet, he came up with an uppercut that sent the Barrancas cousin flying back among the horses and mules.
Pressing his advantage, he jumped forward and took a fist in the gut. Hammering at each other, the two of them rolled in the bedding, trying to avoid stamping hooves.
* * *
Jenny walked swiftly through the forward car, stepped onto the platform, then peered through the window into the next car. Immediately, she ducked out of sight. Chulo moved slowly down the middle aisle, scanning each face he passed.
Leaning out of the platform enclosure, she tried to judge how close they were to departure. She noticed the officials were already aboard before a cloud of steam obscured her vision. The whistle shrieked overhead,then the cars lurched and clashed together.
As the train rolled forward, she grabbed an iron handle to steady her balance, then withdrew her pistol and waited for the door to open. When it did, she let Chulo step past her and reach for the door to the next car before she moved up and jabbed him in the spine with the barrel of her pistol.
He held his gun at his side, against his leg. She twisted it out of his fingers and smiled when he swore. "Put your hands flat against the door," she ordered crisply, tossing his pistol off of the train.
Already Verde Flores receded behind them and the train was moving faster. Hot wind blew across the platform, caught Jenny's straw hat and snatched it away, fluttered her skirt around her ankles. She waited for the train to reach top speed, idly listening to Chulo swear and threaten and tell her what he and the Barrancases were going to do to her. She couldn't steal their little cousin. They would kill her. They would take their pleasure on her first. And et cetera. Jenny liked the word, et cetera. It covered a lot of ground.
"All right, pig, here's what we're going to do." She shoved the pistol barrel tight against the roll of fat at his waist. "You're going to take one step backward, turn right, and you're going to jump off this train. If you even think about hesitating, I'll shoot." She moved back, opening a space between them so he couldn't grab her. "Move, you son of a whore. Jump."
Wind whipped her hair and skirt, the platform swayed back and forth beneath her boots. And Chulo was fast.
He spun with a snarl and she didn't see the knife in his fist until it had slashed across her waist and the bloodied blade flashed in the sunlight.
She staggered backward toward the door of the forward car, firing as she fell. Chulo doubled forward, grabbing his gut. Jenny didn't see him fall off the train. She was frantically grabbing for a handle, trying to keep her hem from snagging in the coupling. When she felt safe, she looked up. The platform was empty. The son of a bitch had gone over the side.
Now she peered down at herself, inspecting a red stain seeping across her white blouse. Damn it. The wound didn't hurt yet, but it would. Swearing between her teeth, she shoved her hot pistol into her waistband. Pressing a hand against the wound, she shrugged her shawl into place to conceal the blood, then jerked open the heavy door, walked through the passenger car, across the next platform, and into the following car.
Ty stood up beside Graciela and strode toward her, glaring and kicking chickens out of the aisle. He gripped her sh
oulders. "What the hell took you so long?"
"Do whatever it takes to move the people sitting across the aisle from us. We need privacy."
When he lifted a questioning eyebrow, she opened her shawl enough to reveal a glimpse of blood. "Christ!" His eyes returned to her face. "How bad?"
"Don't know yet," she said through clenched teeth. The pain was beginning. "My guess is,I'll need some stitching."
"I'll get that family moved."
He managed it faster than she would have imagined, changing sullen resistance to smiling acquiescence with a handful of pesos. Jenny pressed her hand to the wound, feeling the blood well between her fingers, and hoped her weaving steps would be attributed to the motion of the train. By the time she reached the last seat, sweat gleamed on her forehead and her face was ashen. Dropping onto the seat, she closed her eyes.
"Jenny?" Graciela stared at her.
"Your son-of-a-bitch cousin Chulo knifed me."
Leaning over her, Graciela tugged at the edge of the shawl, then gasped and covered her mouth. She twisted away, one hand pressed to her stomach, one hand against her lips.
Ty sat across from them facingforward, watching to make sure no one paid them any attention. "Let's see how bad it is," he growled.
Jenny swallowed, then removed her pistol and handed it to him. Clamping down a groan, she eased her blouse out of her waistband and raised it to a point beneath her breasts. "You tell me. How bad?" she whispered, watching his face.
He met her eyes. "About four inches long. Looks shallow at the ends, deeper in the middle. You're right. You need stitches." Reaching beneath the seat, he pulled up a set of saddlebags,then swept a look down the length of the car. "Any ideas on how we're going to manage this?"
"How long before we reachChihuahua?"
He shrugged. "Assuming a minimum of stops, probably not until midmorning tomorrow."
It was too long to wait. She needed tending now. "All right." Concentrating, she tested the pain for bite and depth, decided she could bear it. There wasn't much choice. "You carrying any liquor in those saddlebags, cowboy? I could sure use a drink."
He removed a bottle of tequila, pulled the cork with his teeth,then handed it across to her. "Obliged," she muttered, before taking a long pull. Liquid fire roared toward her belly. "All right. Find Graciela's nightshift. It's probably the cleanest thing we've got. Tear it into bandage strips, and we'll need a couple of mop-up rags."
Graciela sat on her knees on the seat, staring at Jenny with tears running down her cheeks. "I forgot to tell God not to punish you."
"God didn't do this. Your fat pig of a cousin did," Jenny spit. A look of satisfaction hardened her eyes. "He won't do it again, that I can promise you."
Graciela's hands fluttered, reaching, withdrawing, wanting to touch but afraid to. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, kid." The tequila helped, so she took another long swallow, watching Ty rip the hem off Graciela's nightdress. "What happened to the other bastard?"
"He's lying in the desert somewhere between here and Verde Flores, waiting for the vultures."
"Good." She took the length of hem from him and wadded it, then soaked the cloth with tequila. "I need your help," she said to Graciela. "Hold my blouse up out of the way."
The wooden seat back shielded them from the rest of the car. Anyone looking in their direction would see only the back of Jenny's head, would see Ty smoking and glaring at them.
Jenny drew a breath and exhaled slowly before she pressed the tequila-soaked cloth against the wound. White-hot pain chewed a path to her brain, and she sucked in a hissing breath, blinking against a scald of tears. "Je-zus! Sorry, kid, but … oh my God."
Smothering sobs, Graciela slid down the seat and curled into a ball, shaking and twitching. She covered her head with her shawl.
When she could make herself do it, Jenny held the bloody rag tightly beneath the wound like a dam and poured tequila directly into the wound, catching the overflow with the cloth. Her hands shook, and she ground her teeth together so hard that the grinding sound was all she could hear.
"Lorda'mighty , that smarts." Gasping, she tried to draw a full breath. "What about the third man? Did he get on the train?"
"I don't know," Ty said gruffly.
When she finished cleaning the wound with the liquor, she fell back against the seat back, closed her eyes, and swallowed a long draw from the tequila bottle. Panting, she rested a minute. When she opened her eyes, Ty was staring at her with an unreadable expression.
"This feels worse than getting shot," she said, testing the steadiness of her voice. A little quavery, but better than she'd expected it would be.
He passed her a lit cigar, and she filled her lungs with hot smoke,then exhaled. Ty waited a full minute. "Here's where it gets sticky," he said in a low voice, watching her. "I can't stitch it without getting down on my knees in front of you." They both knew that would certainly attract unwanted attention. "And you can't do it yourself…"
Jenny nodded. She dropped a hand on Graciela's shaking body. "Kid? Graciela? Stop crying and sit up. We have to talk."
* * *
Graciela pulled the shawl away from her tear-stained face and stared up. "Are you going to die?"
"Well hell no." She bit her lip. "Make that, shoot no. But I'd have to say that I'm mighty … displeased right now. And I need your help." Forcing her mind into a narrow channel, she concentrated on the kid. She had to be careful here; the damned kid would remember every minute of this. What was said, what wasdone, how it was said and done. It was a fricking pain in the butt to be responsible for a kid, to have to set examples.
"You need my help?" Bewildered, Graciela sat up, clutching the shawl to her chest. She glanced at Ty's frown, then back to Jenny.
Jenny licked her lips and thought about the kid instead of the pain. "You told me you could sew, remember?"
Graciela nodded solemnly, not yet understanding.
Jenny gazed into her eyes. "Graciela … I need you to sew the edges of the wound together. Can you do that?"
Horror screwed the kid's expression toward the center of her face. Little gasping sounds bleated out of her chest. "I … I can't."
"Jenny." Ty leaned forward, staring in disapproval.
"Who else have we got?" she snapped, cutting him off, not looking away from Graciela's white face. "You can do this. It's just like sewing a seam. All you have to do is sew the edges up against each other. I'd do it myself except I can't see the wound." Her breasts were in the way.
Graciela shook her head back and forth, wrung her hands. Tears gushed down her face, and the usual snot. "I can't, I can't."
"Wipe her nose, will you?" Jenny said in disgust. She took another deep swig from the mouth of the tequila bottle.
"For Christ's sake, Jenny. This is too much to ask of a kid. I'll do it," Ty growled, fumbling in the saddlebags for the sewing kit.
"Fine," she said, glaring. "Give the kid your pistol and let her serve as lookout. Tell her to shoot the third cousin if he comes in here looking for us." She knew she'd made her point by the frustration drawing his face.
"If the man on the depot platform boarded the train, don't you think we'd have seen him by now?"
"Maybe. Or maybe he's biding his time, waiting for the next stop."
His face darkened, and he turned his gaze to Graciela. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't like this any more than you do, but it looks like you'll have to do the sewing."
Graciela had both small hands clamped to her cheeks and was crying and shaking her head. "I can't! I can't!"
"Listen to me," Jenny said, speaking quietly. Gently, she pulled one of the kid's hands into her own, leaving a bloody smear. "If we don't stitch the wound, it won't stop bleeding. It won't start to heal." She gazed into Graciela's wide wet eyes. "If we don't stop the bleeding, I'm going to be in real trouble. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I can't stick a needle into…" A shudder twitched down the kid's body.
Her face had turned the color of whey.
"Yes, you can. Hide is tougher than cotton, it's like stitching leather. But you can do it. You just have to push the needle a little harder."
Graciela dropped her head on Jenny's shoulder. Her back shook. "It'll hurt you."
"Oh yeah. It's going to hurt like a son of a … gun. I'll try not to scream if you won't."
"The train is shaking too much!"
Jenny lifted a hand and stroked the kid's hair, wondering what had happened to Graciela's hat. "I trust you to do the best you can."
Graciela pulled back and stared into her eyes. "You trust me?" she whispered.
"I'm trustingyou with my life, kid." Jenny stared back. "And that's okay. See, I figure you owe me. I took care of you when you were sick, now it's your turn to do something for me. I was there for you, now you have to be here for me. The fact is,you've got it easy. I'd rather sew a few stitches any day than mop up buckets of vomit. God!"
Graciela wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve, something she wouldn't ordinarily have dreamed of doing,then she slid a glance toward the sewing packet Ty was kneading between his fingers. "Can I have a taste of tequila?"
"Hell no." Jenny scowled. "If you start drinking next, so help me I'm going to have to smack you bad." She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths,then looked at Ty. "Give her the sewing packet." To Graciela, she added, "Pick the strongest thread and double it. Tie off each stitch. And Graciela?"
The sewing packet was shaking in her hands. "Yes?"
"If I should faint, don't stop sewing. In fact, if I faint, you sew as fast as you can, understand?"
Ty muttered a string of curses,then stood in the aisle with his back to them, his angry stance daring anyone to approach. Jenny flicked a glance at him,then motioned to Graciela to kneel in front of her.
It took several tries before Graciela picked up the rhythm of the train's sway and was able to thread the needle. Her hands shook so badly that the thimble continued to fall off her finger. Jenny took a long hit from the tequila bottle,then she and Graciela stared at each other.
"We've been through a lot," Jenny said quietly. "What we're doing now is just one more thing. No harder than anything else."
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