Black Hills
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“And you have a better chance of getting lucky if you take a chance. I feel like I’m locked in here, Coop, and worse, just running in place. I need to move, need to act. I need to go up there.”
“No.”
“I’m not asking for your permission. If I decide to do this, you can’t stop me.”
“Yes, I can.” He glanced at her. “And I will.”
“I’m not looking to argue, not looking to fight. You’ve gone up. I know you’ve guided tours on the trail the last couple days. And we both know he’d be happy to hurt you if only to get to me.”
“Calculated risk. Hold it,” he ordered before she could debate. “If he tried to take me out, he’d bring back the full force of the search. He took the time and effort to point the arrow west and the FBI’s followed it. Why bring them back? Second, if he was stupid or impulsive enough to try, I carry a radio, which I show every member of the tour how to use, in case of accident. So he’d have to take me out, and the entire group I’m guiding. Calculated risk,” he repeated.
“And you get to sit your ass on a horse, ride. Breathe.”
He skimmed a hand over her hair, a subtle show of sympathy. “That’s true enough.”
“I know you’re going up hoping to find some signs, pick up a trail. You won’t. You’ve got some skills, but they’re rusty. And you were never as good as I was.”
“Circles back to luck and persistence.”
“I could go up with you, take a group up with you.”
“Then, if he happened to catch sight of us, or you, he might take me out. Then he could force you off at gunpoint, so by the time anyone still alive radioed for help, you’d be gone. Well gone if he used the horses. Waiting means he moves first. He exposes himself first.”
She stalked down the path and back. In his enclosure, Baby mirrored her move. The reflected motion had Coop’s lips curving. “That cougar’s a slave to his love for you.”
She glanced over, nearly smiled herself. “No ball tonight, Baby. We’ll play in the morning.”
He let out a call that Coop would have called a whine if cougars were capable of it.
Lil ducked under the barricade, relenting enough to rub him through the cage, let him butt her head, lick her hand.
“Is he going to be pissed if I come over there?”
“No. He’s seen you with me enough. He’s smelled you on me, and me on you. A cougar’s sense of smell isn’t his strongest asset, but Baby knows my scent. Come over.”
When he’d joined her, Lil put her hand over his, and laid it on Baby’s fur. “He’ll associate you with me. He knows I’m not afraid of you, or threatened. And he really likes to be rubbed. Bump foreheads with me. Just lean down, touch your forehead to mine.”
“He smells your hair,” Coop murmured as he rested his brow against hers. “The way I do. It smells like the hills. Clean, and just a little wild.”
“Now rest your forehead on the bars. It’s an offer of affection. Trust.”
“Trust.” Coop tried not to imagine what those sharp teeth could do. “Are you sure he’s not the jealous type?”
“He won’t hurt what I care about.”
Coop laid his forehead on the fencing. Baby studied him for a moment. Then he rose to his hind legs, bumped his head against Coop’s.
“Did we just shake hands or exchange a sloppy kiss?” Coop wondered.
“Somewhere in between. Three times I tried to release him to the wild. The first, when I took him and his littermates up into the hills, he tracked me back-to my parents. I’d ridden there to visit. You can imagine the surprise we got when we heard him, then opened the back door and saw him sitting on the porch.”
“He followed your scent.”
“For miles, and he shouldn’t have been able to, he shouldn’t have wanted to.”
“Love adds to ability, I’d say, and desire.”
“Unscientific, but… The second time, he tracked me back to the refuge, and the last, I had Tansy and an intern take him. That was guilt on my part. I didn’t want to let him go, but felt I had to try. He beat them back. He came home. His choice. Good night, Baby.”
She moved back to the path. “The other night I dreamed I was being hunted. Running and running, but he kept getting closer. And when I knew I was done, when I had to turn and fight, a cougar leaped out of the grass and went for my throat.”
She leaned into him when he put his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve never dreamed of being attacked by a cat. Never. Not even after I’d been bit, or come out of some dicey situation. But this has done that. I can’t keep being afraid. I can’t keep being locked in here.”
“There are other ways to get out.”
“What? Going into the city to shop?”
“It’s out.”
“Now you sound like my mother. It’ll do me good, take my mind off things. That’s when I’m not hearing how Tansy wants her best friend and maid of honor with her when she picks out her wedding dress.”
“So you’re going.”
“Of course I’m going.” But she sighed. “Tansy’s mother flew in today, and tomorrow we’re off on our safari. And I feel guilty about being irritated about it.”
“You could buy new sexy underwear.”
She slanted him a look. “You’ve got a one-track mind.”
“Stay on track, you eventually reach the finish line.”
“I need the hills, Coop.” Her fingers went back, tugging and twisting the strings of the hoodie. “How long can I let him take them from me?”
This time he leaned down, pressed his lips to her hair. “We’ll take the horses down to Custer. We’ll ride the hills all day.”
She wanted to say those weren’t her hills, but it would have been petty and pouty.
She looked toward their silhouette, blank and black under the night sky. Soon, she thought. It had to be soon.
LIL REMINDED HERSELF, again, she liked to shop. Geography and circumstances meant she did a lot of that online, so when she had the chance to really dig into the colors, shapes, textures, smells of shopping in three dimensions, she did so with enthusiasm.
And she enjoyed the company of women, particularly these women. Sueanne Spurge had charm and a sense of fun, and got along like a house afire with Jenna and Lucy.
“No.”
“I’m not asking for your permission. If I decide to do this, you can’t stop me.”
“Yes, I can.” He glanced at her. “And I will.”
“I’m not looking to argue, not looking to fight. You’ve gone up. I know you’ve guided tours on the trail the last couple days. And we both know he’d be happy to hurt you if only to get to me.”
“Calculated risk. Hold it,” he ordered before she could debate. “If he tried to take me out, he’d bring back the full force of the search. He took the time and effort to point the arrow west and the FBI’s followed it. Why bring them back? Second, if he was stupid or impulsive enough to try, I carry a radio, which I show every member of the tour how to use, in case of accident. So he’d have to take me out, and the entire group I’m guiding. Calculated risk,” he repeated.
“And you get to sit your ass on a horse, ride. Breathe.”
He skimmed a hand over her hair, a subtle show of sympathy. “That’s true enough.”
“I know you’re going up hoping to find some signs, pick up a trail. You won’t. You’ve got some skills, but they’re rusty. And you were never as good as I was.”
“Circles back to luck and persistence.”
“I could go up with you, take a group up with you.”
“Then, if he happened to catch sight of us, or you, he might take me out. Then he could force you off at gunpoint, so by the time anyone still alive radioed for help, you’d be gone. Well gone if he used the horses. Waiting means he moves first. He exposes himself first.”
She stalked down the path and back. In his enclosure, Baby mirrored her move. The reflected motion had Coop’s lips curving. “That cougar’s a slave to his love for you.”
She glanced over, nearly smiled herself. “No ball tonight, Baby. We’ll play in the morning.”
He let out a call that Coop would have called a whine if cougars were capable of it.
Lil ducked under the barricade, relenting enough to rub him through the cage, let him butt her head, lick her hand.
“Is he going to be pissed if I come over there?”
“No. He’s seen you with me enough. He’s smelled you on me, and me on you. A cougar’s sense of smell isn’t his strongest asset, but Baby knows my scent. Come over.”
When he’d joined her, Lil put her hand over his, and laid it on Baby’s fur. “He’ll associate you with me. He knows I’m not afraid of you, or threatened. And he really likes to be rubbed. Bump foreheads with me. Just lean down, touch your forehead to mine.”
“He smells your hair,” Coop murmured as he rested his brow against hers. “The way I do. It smells like the hills. Clean, and just a little wild.”
“Now rest your forehead on the bars. It’s an offer of affection. Trust.”
“Trust.” Coop tried not to imagine what those sharp teeth could do. “Are you sure he’s not the jealous type?”
“He won’t hurt what I care about.”
Coop laid his forehead on the fencing. Baby studied him for a moment. Then he rose to his hind legs, bumped his head against Coop’s.
“Did we just shake hands or exchange a sloppy kiss?” Coop wondered.
“Somewhere in between. Three times I tried to release him to the wild. The first, when I took him and his littermates up into the hills, he tracked me back-to my parents. I’d ridden there to visit. You can imagine the surprise we got when we heard him, then opened the back door and saw him sitting on the porch.”
“He followed your scent.”
“For miles, and he shouldn’t have been able to, he shouldn’t have wanted to.”
“Love adds to ability, I’d say, and desire.”
“Unscientific, but… The second time, he tracked me back to the refuge, and the last, I had Tansy and an intern take him. That was guilt on my part. I didn’t want to let him go, but felt I had to try. He beat them back. He came home. His choice. Good night, Baby.”
She moved back to the path. “The other night I dreamed I was being hunted. Running and running, but he kept getting closer. And when I knew I was done, when I had to turn and fight, a cougar leaped out of the grass and went for my throat.”
She leaned into him when he put his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve never dreamed of being attacked by a cat. Never. Not even after I’d been bit, or come out of some dicey situation. But this has done that. I can’t keep being afraid. I can’t keep being locked in here.”
“There are other ways to get out.”
“What? Going into the city to shop?”
“It’s out.”
“Now you sound like my mother. It’ll do me good, take my mind off things. That’s when I’m not hearing how Tansy wants her best friend and maid of honor with her when she picks out her wedding dress.”
“So you’re going.”
“Of course I’m going.” But she sighed. “Tansy’s mother flew in today, and tomorrow we’re off on our safari. And I feel guilty about being irritated about it.”
“You could buy new sexy underwear.”
She slanted him a look. “You’ve got a one-track mind.”
“Stay on track, you eventually reach the finish line.”
“I need the hills, Coop.” Her fingers went back, tugging and twisting the strings of the hoodie. “How long can I let him take them from me?”
This time he leaned down, pressed his lips to her hair. “We’ll take the horses down to Custer. We’ll ride the hills all day.”
She wanted to say those weren’t her hills, but it would have been petty and pouty.
She looked toward their silhouette, blank and black under the night sky. Soon, she thought. It had to be soon.
LIL REMINDED HERSELF, again, she liked to shop. Geography and circumstances meant she did a lot of that online, so when she had the chance to really dig into the colors, shapes, textures, smells of shopping in three dimensions, she did so with enthusiasm.
And she enjoyed the company of women, particularly these women. Sueanne Spurge had charm and a sense of fun, and got along like a house afire with Jenna and Lucy.
