Caden's Vow. Sarah McCarty
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had closed her eyes, those words hanging in her heart. It’d been in that spilt second that Tracker had come into the saloon, and in that split second she’d found the courage to jump on his offer. And now here she was, in the middle of nowhere on an adventure chasing her life and completely lost. Somehow her escape wasn’t turning out the way she wanted. But then again, it wasn’t as if she’d gotten any of it right.
At first she’d thought Hell’s Eight would be everything she needed—a nice house, cleaning, cooking, baking but no bedding. She really didn’t like bedding and no one there expected her to. And at first living there had been nice, really nice, but somehow it hadn’t been enough. In the past couple months, she’d been consumed with the same restlessness she so often sensed in Caden. A need for...just something. She needed more than safety. She needed her own dreams. Her own life.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even see the riders coming at her around the corner until she almost ran into them. Flower tossed her head, whapping Maddie on the chin. Stars shot between her eyes. Four riders pulled up in front of her, two abreast on the trail. Flower stepped back a quick two steps. Maddie would have taken six. They were a hard-looking bunch. Their clothes were dirty from the trail, whiskers sprouted on their cheeks, and they all had guns strapped to their thighs, but they weren’t unfamiliar. She didn’t know who they were, but they didn’t look any different from any of the saddle bums who’d frequented the Red Velvet Slipper looking for companionship. The look they were casting over her didn’t feel any different, either. It was the type of look men gave her when they came into the saloon parlor, hot and hungry, seeing her as a body, not a person, wanting her as a vessel, not a companion. Her stomach heaved the way it always did, and her mind rebelled the way it always did, but the pretend wouldn’t come. And she was left staring at them and the reality of what was likely about to happen.
“Well, what do we have here?” the older man on the right asked, pushing his hat back and folding his hands across the saddle horn.
She fumbled for a smile and turned Flower. “I’ll just move over here and let you pass.”
He laughed and nudged his horse forward, cutting her off. Worthless snarled.
“Best you hush that dog up before I shoot it.”
Again, Maddie wished she’d had the forethought to steal a gun she knew how to work. The two men in back pulled their guns from their holsters. The rifle in the saddle scabbard looked good, but she’d only ever fired it once. And this close it wouldn’t do much good.
“Hush, Worth.”
As discreetly as possible, she untied Worthless from the saddle horn.
“Are you alone out here?” the leader asked.
What to answer? Holding on to her smile, she managed to say, “I got a late start.”
It sounded like a lie even to her own ears. She wasn’t surprised when the men didn’t lower their guns.
“You saying you’re alone out here?”
“I have Flower and Worth, and I should catch up to my friend soon.”
The men exchanged a look between them. Clearly, she was much better at fooling herself than others, which was a sad thing.
“Does your friend know you’re coming?”
She smiled brightly at them. “I imagine he’s expecting me momentarily.”
“Honey, we’ve been riding on this path for an hour and a half and haven’t seen a soul.”
“You wouldn’t if he didn’t want you to.” That was the truth. Caden was like a wolf in the night, slipping in and out of the shadows, being seen only when he wanted to be seen but always dangerous except when he was with her. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, holding on to the strength of the memory of the brush of his fingers.
“And who is this friend you’re trying to catch up with?”
She licked her lips. Flower, sensing her tension, shifted her feet. Seconds seemed like hours as Maddie debated her options.
“Don’t lie, girl. Just tell the truth.”
Habit made her answer to the snap in that voice. “Caden Miller.”
Another look exchanged between the men. “Caden Miller of Hell’s Eight?”
She nodded.
“You think Caden Miller of Hell’s Eight is here?”
She nodded again. At least they knew Caden’s name. There might be some protection in that.
“Shit. Come here, girl. Let me have a look at you.”
There wasn’t any choice but to go forward. She kneed Flower in a gentle urge. The little horse walked sedately forward, showing none of the trepidation that she had. Why didn’t anyone but her see the danger here?
As if on cue, Worthless growled, low and deep in a way that said he meant business. The leader pointed his gun. She had to do something. It was easy and natural to slip back into the role of coquette. Shameful, even, the ease with which she did it. Dropping her shoulders, tilting her head to the side, leaning just that little bit forward, Maddie angled the horse between the dog and the man.
“Here, now. He doesn’t mean any harm.”
“He’s not going to do any, either.”
“But you might.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “How’s that?”
“Flower here isn’t used to guns.” She flipped her braid back over her shoulder and trailed her fingers across the top of her chest. “If you just go firing shots randomly, I might end up thrown, maybe even—” she ran a hand down her thigh “—breaking a leg.”
The transition from weary to interest was subtle, but she could see it in the set of the men’s shoulders, the tip of their chins, the relaxing of their hands on the reins.
The man in the back with the faded brown hat spat and said, “Would be a shame to break such pretty legs, boss.”
As she suspected, the older man was the leader. His clothes were of better quality, and his face sported less stubble, as if he took more frequent care of his appearance. With a press of her knee, she shifted Flower’s direction, putting herself closer to him. This was the man she had to influence.
His eyes traveled from the top of her head down to her waist and then back up, stopping at her breasts. Men always liked her breasts. She hated them. Fingers clawing, pinching; mouths slobbering. But there were advantages to having big breasts.
“You’re lying, girl.”
Yes, she was, but not in the way he thought. He brought his horse forward. The gelding towered over her little mare. He towered over her. He rode all around, checking her gear from front to back.
“That horse doesn’t bear the Hell’s Eight brand.”
No, she didn’t. Because Maddie wouldn’t let her be hurt that way. Caine had fussed. Tucker had pointed out the reasons. Even Shadow had tried to tell her that it was okay, that it was necessary. Only Caden had understood. Flower was hers. She wasn’t bringing her pain.
She smiled wider, showing her dimples. Men loved her dimples. Sure enough, the man’s eyes dropped to her mouth.
“I rode up for the wedding celebration.”
“Rode up, hmm? Hell’s Eight’s a day and a half away from any town.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t ride up alone.”
“But you’re riding out alone.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t what I expected.”
“I hear they aren’t too particular about the company they keep.”
She was used to men hating others because of the