«They’re fine. Just a summer cold. I told Eve I could look the claims over by myself. If nothing looks good, I’ll go and bring her back up here. If there’s gold here, the two of us will find it.»
What Reno didn’t say was that he doubted there was any gold worth mentioning up Avalanche Creek, which was why he had brought Eve along in the first place. He had prospected Avalanche Creek’s high, dangerous reaches years ago and found mostly chilblains and bruises for his efforts.
«Did you bring the Spanish needles?» Whip asked.
«In my saddlebags,» Reno said. «They don’t work worth a tinker’s damn without Eve, though.»
«What are Spanish needles?» Shannon asked.
«Dowsing rods made of metal,» Reno said. «They respond to gold or silver rather than to water. The Jesuit priests brought them to the New World hundreds of years ago.»
«Do they really work?» Shannon asked him.
«Count on it.»
«But only for Reno and Eve,» Whip put in. «Damnedest thing you ever saw. If any other people hold the needles together, they’re just so much junk.»
«Truly?» she asked.
«As ever was. Makes the hair on your arms stand straight up to watch Reno and Eve using those needles.»
«Then you found gold?» she asked Reno.
«Yes. Way up in the Abajos, in a crumbling old mine that had been dug by Indian slaves for Jesuit priests. There were ingots of pure gold so heavy Eve could hardly lift more than one at a time.»
«Oh, my,» Shannon said. «Those needles must be something!»
«They were a doorway to hell,» Whip said curtly.
Shannon looked at Whip, shocked.
«The mine came down around my ears,» Reno explained. «Eve and Whip damn near died digging me out.»
Shannon went pale. She touched Whip’s sun-bright hair with fingers that trembled.
«I don’t want gold that much,» she said starkly.
«It’s all right, honey girl,» Whip said, brushing his lips over her hand.
«A cave-in won’t be a problem up Avalanche Creek,» Reno said. «It’s hard rock all the way. The old Spanish mine wasn’t.»
«How do you know about Avalanche Creek?» Shannon asked.
«Silent John wasn’t the first man to see a gleam of gold dust in the creek and follow it back up the peak.»
«Did you find gold?» she asked eagerly.
Reno made a neutral sound. «Some.»
«How much is ‘some’?» Shannon persisted.
«Not much,» Whip said succinctly. «Otherwise Reno wouldn’t have risked his butt in the Spanish mine.»
«Oh,» Shannon said, disappointed.
«But I wasn’t looking all that hard,» Reno said kindly.
«This time will be different,» Whip said.
Reno raised his eyebrows at the certainty in Whip’s voice. A look at his brother’s pale silver eyes told Reno that questions wouldn’t be appreciated.
GOLD was the subject during the quick lunch the three of them ate, and gold was discussed at every opportunity along the trail to Rifle Sight claim. Sweat gleamed on the horses and mules, for Whip was holding to a very hard pace.
Sunlight followed them every step of the way, its blazing warmth as golden as the metal they pursued. Grizzly Meadow was hot. It brimmed with wildflowers and the songs of hidden birds. Both men examined the area carefully, but found no fresh evidence that a grizzly had been there. Relieved, they quickly set up camp.
«Plenty of deer sign around,» Reno said. «If there’s any light left after you show me the claim, why don’t you hunt? Winters are long up here.»
Whip heard what Reno didn’t say — Shannon would need every bit of meat she could get in order to survive the season of storm and ice.
While Shannon began preparing supper, the two men went quickly to the claim. The sky was already turning color, hinting at the glorious sunset to come.
It didn’t take Reno long to look over the mine. There was little to look at.
«Any other runnels?» Reno asked as he emerged from the shallow hole in the mountain, a lantern in his hand.
«Not that I’ve found,» Whip said. «And yes, I looked carefully.»
«I believe you. A man looking for freedom is real careful.»
Whip’s mouth flattened, but he didn’t deny what Reno was saying.
«The gold is for Shannon,» Whip said.
«Uh huh. Regular little gold digger, that one.»
«Damn it, Reno —»
«Put your ruff down,» Reno interrupted calmly. «We both know the gold is as much for your freedom as for Shannon’s security. If you can’t stand hearing the truth, then maybe you better take a long look at what you’re doing.»
Whip gave his brother a cold, level stare. «I know what I’m doing.»
Reno shrugged. «I thought I did, too, last autumn. Then you dumped a saddlebag full of pure gold bars at my feet and told me I was a goddamned fool.»
«And you’re thinking I’m the fool now, is that it?»
«I’m thinking that’s one fine woman whose heart you’re going to break. Too bad she was a virgin. That will make it harder when —»
«It’s none of your business,» Whip interrupted, his voice flat, dangerous.
«The hell you say. I’m the one finding gold so you can pay off your conscience and go back to chasing sunrises.»
Whip shifted his stance slightly, menacingly.
Reno’s answering smile was as narrow as his eyes.
«That’s it,» Reno goaded. «Jump me. Maybe I can pound some sense into your thick skull. Sure as hell someone should.»
«Pound rock. It’s softer.»
«Smarter, too.»
Abruptly Reno turned away, cutting off whatever Whip had been about to say.
«Three days ago I would have given you the fight you want,» Reno said over his shoulder. «But I’m slam out of patience at the moment. I’m going back to camp before I lay my revolver along your thick skull. Shannon doesn’t need a bloodied, banged-up yondering idiot to worry about. Her worry plate is plumb full as it is.»
WHEN Shannon awoke, the stars were just fading from the sky. In the distance she heard the murmur of male voices. There was no crackle of campfire or smell of coffee in the crisp air.
«Whip? Reno?» she called. «Do you want breakfast?»
«Go back to sleep,» Whip called. «Reno and I are just talking about the claims. I’ll wake you when it’s time to start back to the cabin.»
Sighing, Shannon rolled over and pulled the blankets up to her eyebrows. Nights were always chilly in the high country. More than once during the darkness she had wished for the warmth and comfort of Whip holding her close while she slept. It had been so easy to get used to the luxury of his presence.
Whip had set up his bedroll across the campfire, where his brother slept. Prettyface had kept Shannon company, but not for long. The dog preferred not to sleep near the campfire, as though the bright flames and pungent smoke dulled his canine senses. He kept to the perimeter of the camp, well away from the people he guarded so carefully.
When Whip walked past Prettyface on the way back to camp, the dog lifted his huge, blunt head and thumped his tail against the ground several times in silent greeting.
«Your mistress is still sleeping, isn’t she?» Whip asked softly. «Good. I could use a little rest myself. Didn’t sleep worth a damn last night. Stay here and guard us.»
Soundlessly Whip went to the place where Shannon was. He took off his heavy jacket and slid beneath the blankets, stretching out next to her. Shannon murmured sleepily and turned toward him, burrowing into his warmth, nuzzling against him, sighing.
At first Whip thought that she had awakened. Then he felt the utter relaxation of her body and knew that she was deeply asleep. The realization that Shannon turned toward him even when she was asleep was like a silver needle of emotion stitching through Whip’s soul, pain and pleasure combined.
Shannon, don’t love me. I don’t want to hurt you, honey girl.
The only answer that came was the smell of spearmint and woman combined.
Whip’s heart turned over and his body hardened in a savage rush. He knew he couldn’t stay with Shannon for much longer…but he could make a lifetime of every moment they had together.