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Authors: Iris Johansen

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Elspeth had a fleeting, disjointed memory of her disrobing the night she had fallen into the gorge. She swallowed. “Are you trying to seduce me now?”

“You bet I am.”

“Why?”

“It’s the way of a man with a woman.”

She tilted her head and her eyes lit with the curiosity he now recognized as one of her more salient qualities. “Any woman?”

“No, not—” He broke off as he realized suddenly the denial sprang from a knowledge he had refused to admit even to himself. Now he comprehended the full extent of the sway she held over his emotions. He wanted no one but Elspeth. The realization sent a ripple of shock through him, quickly followed by defensive anger. He couldn’t have Elspeth. And, when she was gone, would he be able to want another woman? The witch was damn near emasculating him. This madness had to stop. His hand dropped from her ear and he said with deliberate coolness, “All cats are gray in the dark.”

She flinched as waves of shock and hurt swept over her. Then she lifted her chin proudly. “Thank you for explaining that to me. I think you’re right about staying here in Hell’s Bluff. I don’t believe I’m a person who would like being mistaken for someone else, even in the dark.” The flush tinging her cheeks
had become scarlet. “And I certainly have no wish to be alone with you.”

He felt unreasonably irritated. “You’ve forgotten about Kantalan,” he drawled. “You were willing enough to do anything for me, with me, if I would take you to your precious Kantalan. Perhaps I was too hasty in refusing you; perhaps we could come to an … arrangement. Have you changed your mind?”

She was gazing at him with a look of utter confusion. “You have no intention of taking me to Kantalan. I think you’re trying to hurt me, to shame me. Why are you doing this?”

He
was
trying to hurt her. He was using her childhood dream to hit back at her for the rage and frustration he was experiencing at the discovery that had rocked him to his bootheels.

“Because I’m that kind of a man,” he said wearily as he turned toward the door. “I strike out and I’m not always careful about who gets in the way. Maybe you should try to remember that. It shouldn’t be hard to do since I seem to give you plenty of opportunity to refresh your memory.”

He strode quickly from the room and shut the door.

He stopped in the hall and closed his eyes. No, dammit, he wouldn’t have it! It wasn’t fair that he had developed this crazy obsession. Only now did he realize how odd it was he hadn’t gone to Rina’s in the last two weeks to soothe the fever Elspeth had ignited. He clenched his fists. He would
not
be dependent on Elspeth MacGregor. He would
not
need her as well as lust after her. She would soon be gone and he had his own life to live. He must cut these sensual ties before they became too strong to sever.

He opened his eyes and strode swiftly down the hall and started down the stairs.

Silver met him on the landing. She took one look at his face and the smile faded from her lips. “She is content?”

“How do I know?” he asked roughly, not looking at her. “I can’t spend my whole life wondering if Elspeth MacGregor is happy or not. She said she would stay here. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Silver slowly nodded. “I thought that was what we both wanted.”

He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, except to possess that cat-eyed temptress in the room he had just left. But he was damn well going to find out if something or someone could keep him from falling deeper under her spell.

He passed Silver on the landing as he continued down the stairs. He could feel her gaze on the middle of his spine.

“Where are you going?” she asked softly.

He didn’t look back. “Rina’s.”

9

“Y
ou did not eat your dinner.” Silver looked at the untouched chicken on the flowered china plate and then frowned at Elspeth. “How do you expect to get stronger if you do not eat?”

“I wasn’t hungry. I ate all the rabbit stew you gave me for lunch.” Elspeth smiled with an effort. “It was very filling. I guess the heat has taken my appetite away. I’ll eat breakfast tomorrow morning, I promise.”

“It
is
hot.” Silver glanced uneasily at the darkness beyond the open window. “I was hoping it would grow cooler once the sun went down.

“The room will cool down later. There’s always a good breeze from the mountains.”

“Yes.” Silver was frowning, her gaze still on the window. “It will grow cooler later, but you will still have to have the window open for a few hours.” She suddenly turned away, picked up the checked napkin from beside the plate on the tray, and tore it swiftly into two strips.

Elspeth blinked. “What are you doing?”

Silver divided one of the halves of the napkin into two more narrow strips. Then she turned to Elspeth and held out the cloth. “Wad these up and put them into your ears.”

“But why?”

“There are things happening tonight you should not know about.” Silver turned away from Elspeth’s gaze.
“Things you would not want to know about. Put the cloth in your ears and try to sleep, and, no matter what you hear, do not go to the window.”

Elspeth sat up straight in bed. “How can you say something like that and expect me not to be curious? You know very well I’m going to have to know what’s going on.”

A tiny smile tugged at Silver’s lips. “Yes, I know you are very curious about everything going on around you. I was hoping not to have to satisfy your curiosity this time.” Her smile faded. “I heard talk when I went out this afternoon. They will be using the hanging tree tonight.”

“The hanging tree?”

Silver nodded at the window. “The big oak tree you can see from here, the one that stands a little apart from the others at the edge of town. It is where men are taken and hung. You will not want to look at this. It is not a good thing to see.”

Elspeth’s eyes widened in horror. “An execution? The law is going to hang someone tonight?”

“There is no law in Hell’s Bluff.”

“Then who—”

“Vigilantes. Men of the town who take it upon themselves to punish the guilty. It is how things are done when there is no law.”

Silver’s voice was perfectly matter-of-fact and her very calmness sent a shiver through Elspeth. She remembered that first afternoon when she had looked out the window and thought how stately and dignified the old oak tree was, how comfortingly permanent in a town that appeared raw in its youth. And all the time it was a hanging tree, a death tree. Horror cloaked in deceptive beauty. “When?”

“Soon. The man was caught this morning and the trial was to be held at the Nugget at sundown.”

“Trial?” Elspeth felt a rush of hope. “Then perhaps he’ll be found innocent. Maybe there won’t be any hanging.”

Silver shrugged. “He was captured riding the stolen
horse. He even bragged about stealing it. He is a very stupid man. There is no doubt they will hang him.”

Elspeth held up her hand. “Wait. There’s something I don’t understand. They’re going to hang a man for stealing a
horse
?”

Silver looked at her in surprise. “Of course, it is a very serious crime. Horse thieves are always hung.”

“I thought he had killed someone.” Elspeth felt sick. She had run across this kind of ruthless code in eastern countries she had visited as a child, but she had never expected to encounter it here. “To take a man’s life for stealing an animal is barbaric.”

“To rob a man of his horse can be the same as killing him, Elspeth. Besides, it’s considered wise to make an example of horse thieves to discourage the practice.” Silver tilted her head, listening. “I hear something. I think the trial is over and they will be coming soon. Put the cloth in your ears. Quickly.”

Elspeth gazed at her in disbelief at the childlike simplicity of the order. Silver actually expected her to stuff her ears so she wouldn’t hear the sounds of death, just close her eyes and pretend it wasn’t there. Elspeth suddenly swung her legs to the floor and stood up.

“No, you’ve been up once today,” Silver protested. “You’ll get dizzy; you know you will.”

Elspeth ignored her as she crossed to the window. She had expected the oak tree to appear different to her now that she knew its macabre purpose. But it was still stately, still beautiful to behold, and for some reason that made what was happening tonight all the more horrible.

The evening breeze was cool and pungently scented with pine and creosote. She took a deep breath, suddenly conscious of how many wonderful tactile pleasures there were in life. Was that poor man they were going to hang feeling this same breeze on his face, had he breathed in these lovely earth scents and felt a sense of desperation knowing he would soon feel neither its freshness nor its coolness?

She could hear something in the distance, the
sounds Silver must have had heard. A deep rumble of voices interspersed with shouts and, dear God in heaven—
laughter
. “Can’t we stop it from happening?” she asked in a muffled voice.

“No, the Russian is guilty. He must be punished.”

“But it’s—” Elspeth stopped, froze, her fingers clenching on the material or the curtain. “Russian?”

“The man who stole the horse is a Russian. His name is Andre Marzo—something.” Silver shrugged. “I forget the rest.”

“Marzonoff. Andre Marzonoff,” Elspeth said numbly. Plump, eager Andre, who had been so desperate to gain the acceptance of these people was now going to be murdered by them? “No!” The cry was torn from her and she whirled to face Silver. “No, he didn’t understand. They
mustn’t
hang him. We’ve got to stop it.”

Silver was startled. “You know the Russian?”

“Of course I know him. He’s no criminal. He wanted only to be like them. He wanted them to admire him. Don’t you see? He probably thought that stealing a horse would make him some kind of a hero in their eyes. He couldn’t
know
.”

The voices were coming closer and Elspeth felt panic grip her. “We have to explain to them. We mustn’t let them hang an innocent man.”

“He is not innocent. He stole the horse.”

“But I’d wager anything I have that he had no idea what it meant. He undoubtedly thought that taking a horse would make him dashing and brave and …” Tears were glittering in her eyes, and she could scarcely speak. “He came all the way from his own country to find something that he couldn’t find at home and now he’s to die?”

Silver was suddenly beside her, trying to draw her away from the window. “You must not get upset, it is not good for you. I would not have told you the man’s name if I had known you were friends.”

“So I could stuff my ears and close my eyes and not know a man was out there dying?” Elspeth shook off Silver’s grip and stepped back. “We have to explain to them that they’ve made a mistake.”

Silver shook her head. “You do not reason with a lynch mob. They are like wolves when the smell of blood is in the air.”

“I’ve got to try.”

“Go back to bed,” Silver said soothingly. “I will find Dominic. He may be able to save him. At least, the men of the town fear him enough to listen.”

“I won’t go to bed.” Elspeth suddenly saw the gleam of a torch as several men rounded the corner. The deep rumble of voices was closer. Much closer now. “Hurry,” she whispered desperately. “Do you know where Dominic is?”

“He went to Rina’s.” Silver was already running for the door. “Stay away from that window until I get back. Do you hear me? Stay away from the window.”

Then she was gone.

Stay away from the window
. Silver’s last warning had ominous overtones. Stay away because she might see something that would horrify her? Stay away because Dominic might not get there in time? Rina’s place was on the other side of town, at least ten minutes’ fast walk from the hotel and that meant another ten minutes on the return even if Silver found Dominic right away. If she could find him at all. He had to be in one of those bedrooms on the second floor with Rina or one of her ladies. Why else would he go there tonight?
All cats are gray in the dark
. The phrase fragmented, then exploded in her mind as she caught sight of Andre Marzonoff in the middle of the crowd in the street below.

He was the only man mounted on a horse, his hands tied behind his back. She noticed with aching sympathy that he was dressed in the gray waist-length jacket and black string tie he had affected since he had met Dominic. The street was jammed with miners, cowboys, and merchants. There were even a few women dressed in the gaudy satins that identified them as barmaids at the Nugget. Several of the men were carrying torches and as they drew closer, the light played across their faces. Elspeth gasped. Their expressions reflected such laughter and excitement,
you would have thought they were ushering a hero home from the wars rather than a man to a horrible and humiliating death.

Andre was almost directly below her now and she could see his expression, too, in the harsh flare of the torches.

Bewilderment. Not terror as she had expected. Just the bewilderment and disbelief of a confused child.

It
couldn’t
happen to him. She couldn’t let it happen.

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