between them, and tugged him over to the creek bank. She pointed at several footprints. âSomeone with small feet walked here. Itâs the first real indication that Diana is still alive.â
âWhat about the kidnapper?â
She gestured at other prints. âBig boots. Big man. Thatâs our kidnapper.â
âI never doubted that she was still alive.â
âHeâs gone to a lot of trouble, so I doubt heâll harm her. Not yet, anyway.â
âLetâs get after her.â
She hesitated as he mounted, noticing the extra effort he had to expend to get on his horseâs back. He was getting weaker. She didnât know how long he could stay upright.
She quickly put a foot in Juniperâs stirrup and threw a leg over the saddle. She headed east, casting about in her mind for a place to leave Mercy where heâd be safe and could get help. A lot of open country spread out before them. Not too much of it was safe, especially for a sick tenderfoot.
Mercy had friends at Burnt Boggy Saloon where heâd sculpted the bar till the tent burned down. If she could get him that far, sheâd trust him with Red Dog and Slim. But what if Dianaâs trail led in a different direction? Sheâd been leery of bringing Mercy with her from the first, but heâd appeared stronger in the Bend. Now she wasnât sure which one needed her help the most, Mercy or Diana.
He caught up with her. âI can tell youâre worrying about me.â
She nodded but didnât say anything.
âDonât. Diana comes first.â
âDo you think you can make it to Burnt Boggy?â
âWe donât even know where it is. I left after it burned down.â
âManny told me they had a new building south of the old place.â
âWeâre going wherever that pacerâs tracks lead us.â
âThere are doctors in Denison.â
âI donât need a doctor.â
âYou look like youâve got a fever.â
âI probably do.â
âWhat was Diana doing that a doctor couldnât do?â
âEverything.â
âI donât understand.â
He rode closer. âYou canât leave me at Burnt Boggy. Youâve got to get me to Diana as quickly as possible.â
She reached out and squeezed the hand grasping his saddle horn. Heat leaped between them again. She jerked away, feeling singed through her glove. âYouâre too hot. We should have stayed at the creek. You couldâve cooled down there.â
âThat wonât cure me.â
âBut itâll help.â
âFor a bit, maybe.â
âWhat kind of sickness is this?â
âIf youâre worried about catching it, donât.â
She absently rubbed the twinge over her heart. Something wasnât right. She didnât want to look at him more closely. Itâd been a long time since sheâd used those skills. Not only did his life appear to be on the line, but he was drawing her into his danger as well. And that was only her immediate concern. Beyond them was Diana, the kidnapper, and the outlaws. She had to know more or they might not come out alive. Sheâd already lost Tex and Hackett. She had no intention of being next on the list.
âIf you can stay in the saddle,â she said, âletâs ride to Buffalo Creek. Theyâll probably spend the night at the Washita River or go on into Durant if they take the train.â
âHow much longer?â
âSeveral hours. Can you make it?â
âYes.â
âWhen we get near the creek, weâll go north away from the road and the trail. In case theyâre lying in wait, I donât want us heading into a trap.â
âWhat about somebody behind us?â
âI know a defensible spot.â
âI hate to rest, not knowing about Diana.â
âThe kidnapper lost time waiting for his friends. Weâll be up before dawn and back on