Hawk's Way (9 page)

He leaned down and kissed her back, just a slight touch of lip to lip, leaving them both yearning for more.

“What was that for?” she asked breathlessly.

“I was sealing our bargain with a kiss,” he murmured against her lips. “There's no backing out now.”

“No backing out,” she agreed.

D
allas emerged from the darkness of the cave into the sunlight with somewhat less care this time. He had been here once before and found nothing. He was nearly certain they would not find a portal to the past. But he had promised Angel he would bring her here. So he had.

He reached out a hand to her. “Let me help you.”

Angel allowed Dallas to pull her the last few feet up out of the stream within the cave and onto dry land. “It looks the same as it did before,” she said as she studied the surrounding terrain.

Dallas narrowed his eyes against the glare of the noonday sun. He had that same eerie feeling that things weren't quite right. The grass was yellow, not green, and crackled under his boots. It seemed more like late fall than spring. But then, he had been through all this before. He looked up at a cloudless sky, expecting any moment to see a jet contrail. However, the sky was a clear blue as far as the eye could see.

“Which way should we go?” Angel asked.

Dallas shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.” He pointed west. “That's the direction of the cave opening that got dynamited. I suppose we might as well head that way.”

Angel nodded her agreement and Dallas took off, not waiting to see if she followed him. He couldn't describe his feelings, exactly. He felt foolish, of course, because he simply couldn't believe they were going to find themselves in the past. He also felt frustrated that Angel seemed so desperate to return to her life before she had met him. And he felt anxious. His intuition had kept him alive in more than one dark alley. And his intuition told him they were heading into trouble.

“Dallas?”

He paused and turned to Angel. She was pointing at something in the brush to the left. Her eyes were wide and she had her lower lip clasped in her teeth. He followed the extension of her hand and felt his flesh get up and crawl at what he saw.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

Angel nodded. “It looks like my rucksack all right. Or what's left of it.”

Dallas unconsciously touched the Colt .45 at his hip as they moved together toward the leather bag. His eyes scanned the horizon looking for an enemy he could only imagine. A band of raiding
Comanches? Outlaws? Renegade Confederate soldiers? Every muscle in his body was tensed for action. He knew enough history to have a healthy respect for the dangers of the past. If that was where they were.

Angel knelt to examine the scraps of leather. All around were pieces of shredded paper that had been her pencil drawings and rags of cloth that had been her clothes. “It's mine,” she said in a quavery voice. “They've destroyed everything.”

Dallas put his hands on her shoulders and raised her up. He watched her fight the tears pooling in her eyes. “I'm sorry, Angel. You can always replace what they ruined.”

She met his gaze and said, “They destroyed all my drawings of my sister and my fiancé.”

Which were not replaceable, he realized. Dallas felt a sudden rage at the men who had done this, who had attacked Angel and destroyed without thought the things that meant so much to her. The ragged sound of Angel's voice tore him from his thoughts.

“Do you think finding my rucksack means we're in the past now?”

Dallas frowned. “I don't know. If we did somehow manage to make our way into the past, why did it happen this time and not the last? We didn't do anything differently that I'm aware of.”

Angel gnawed on her lower lip, trying to find an explanation for the inexplicable. “Does it really matter how we got here, so long as we're here?”

“It does if we—I—hope to go back.”

“Oh.”

Dallas put up a hand to shade his eyes as he looked back the direction they had come. Suddenly, nothing looked familiar. He felt a stunned breathlessness as he realized the darkened cave opening was no longer there, only a blank wall of stone. “It's gone.”

“What's gone?” Angel asked.

Dallas nodded toward the spot where the cave entrance had been.

Angel gasped. “How could it just…disappear like that?”

Dallas fought the urge to walk over and put his hand on the stone to physically experience what his eyes told him had happened. He felt a sickening lurch in his stomach. This was too weird for words. If what he suspected was true, he and Angel had passed through some portal of time
and it had closed behind them
.

Dallas's mouth flattened into a thin line. He hadn't believed they would end up in the past, and he certainly hadn't counted on having a problem finding his way back to the future. He took a
step back toward the stone wall, then stopped. Closer examination was not going to reveal what plainly wasn't there.

His inclination was to stop right now and figure out how to get back where he had come from. But if the portal was there—and he refused to believe it wasn't—then it would still be there after he had escorted Angel to San Antonio for the hanging. That was a deadline that they knew was finite. After the hanging he could come back and figure it all out.

He met Angel's blue eyes with a somber stare. “It looks like you got your wish, Angel,” he said. “Apparently we've crossed over some portal to the past. Now what?”

“There's probably some good explanation for why the cave opening isn't there any more,” Angel said in a placating tone. “As soon as we can figure out what we did to get here, we'll know how to get back. Or rather, how to get you back. As long as we are here, why don't we head for San Antonio. We can think just as well while we're walking.”

Dallas's mouth twisted wryly. “I suppose that makes sense.” He looked over at the solid stone wall one last time. “Standing around here isn't going to accomplish anything.”

This time, Angel led the way. “I've been to
San Antonio a couple of times,” she said. “It's not a bad walk from here. Maybe sixty miles.”

That was an hour's drive in Dallas's truck. And two long days on foot. At least they had supplies, food and water that he'd packed as a precaution before they went into the cave. And he had his gun. Dallas told himself he was just taking a little camping trip. Nothing to it. They would be fine. And when they got to San Antonio…

The enormity of his situation hit Dallas all at once.
He was in the past!
As fantastic as it seemed, Angel had been telling the truth about where she had come from. Dallas felt exhilarated. He was living an adventure that most men could only dream about. He would see San Antonio as it had been near the end of the Civil War. He would witness a public hanging in the town square. That is, if they ever reached San Antonio.

Dallas dismissed the possibility that they wouldn't make it. Angel certainly didn't seem to be entertaining any fears about the forthcoming journey. But he couldn't help asking, “Are you sure you know where you're going?”

She grinned. “For the first time in nearly a week I know exactly where I am.”

Dallas was willing to follow where she led. He was impressed that evening as he watched her
choose a campsite along the Guadalupe River and start a fire. “You've done this before,” he said.

Angel smiled at him. “Dozens and dozens of times. You forget, this is my world.”

Dallas felt a stab of regret. Angel seemed perfectly happy here. It certainly didn't look like she had any plans to return with him to the future. Assuming that he could return. He didn't want to think about that right now. Or about what his life would be like in the future without Angel in it.

Dallas had done some camping, but this was different. There was no civilized town over the horizon, no escape from the elements or the dangers of this land. He knew he ought to be afraid, but somehow the fear never came. Instead, he felt solace, a kind of peace he had never experienced in the future. Which was crazy. He didn't try to explain it; he simply enjoyed it.

After supper, Dallas sat back against a sun-warmed stone with a tin cup of coffee in his hand and realized he had never felt so content. “This is really wonderful,” he murmured.

Angel sat cross-legged near the fire, her coffee cup warming her hands in the evening chill. The night sky was filled with stars that seemed timeless. “I missed this when I was in the future,” she admitted. “The spaces without people, I mean. And the quiet.”

A coyote howled in the distance and was joined by a chorus of mournful yelps.

“That doesn't sound so quiet to me,” Dallas said.

Angel smiled. “The sounds in my time are natural. Crickets and frogs. The rustling of leaves. Even the coyotes. They're not as harsh to the ear as the ring of a phone, or the whine of a motorcycle.”

Dallas opened his mouth to agree with her, but froze when the quiet was pierced by a gunshot. He dropped his coffee cup, leaped up and kicked sand into the fire, then grabbed Angel around the waist and headed for cover. Their peace was gone. The clamor of a dangerous civilization had intruded.

“You expecting company?” Dallas hissed into Angel's ear.

“No.”

“Any suggestions who that might be?”

“No.”

“Then I suggest we pack up and get out of here.”

They matched actions to words and quietly and efficiently returned what they had removed from Dallas's backpack and set off in the dark toward their destination. Dallas hadn't realized how complete the darkness would be. There was no distant
halo of light that signaled a town. There was only the light from the stars and a rising moon to show them where to step.

Suddenly Dallas felt a surge of admiration for the woman who followed in his footsteps, the woman whose hand he held tightly in his own. He knew her fear of the dark was genuine. Yet she seemed unperturbed by the vastness of the land over which they walked, the immense nothingness that was Texas before man had conquered its untamed reaches.

They walked for several hours in silence, until Dallas was sure they weren't being pursued by whatever danger lay behind them. At last he slowed and finally stopped in the hollow of a hill. “We'll rest here.”

“I'm not tired,” Angel said.

Dallas grinned wryly. “I am.” He dropped the heavy pack he carried and sank to the ground near a lone mesquite tree, pulling her down beside him.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She shivered in response.

Dallas lifted her into his lap and enfolded her in his arms. She laid her head on his chest and snuggled up closer to him. Dallas smoothed the hair away from her forehead. “Do you think you can sleep?”

She yawned. “Umm-hmm.”

He settled himself back against the tree and pulled her close. It felt good to hold her in his arms, and he realized he'd been wanting to do it for a long time. Maybe this would be the last time. Tomorrow when they arrived in San Antonio she would take her leave of him. He would have to find his way back to the future alone. Somehow, that didn't frighten him. What frightened him was the thought of a lifetime without the woman he held in his arms.

He thought about making love to her, awakening her to the physical pleasures he knew a man and a woman could find together. Yet how could he take her virginity and leave her to face the consequences alone? A fallen woman. A pariah in her time. He couldn't—wouldn't—do that to her.

Dallas tightened his arms around Angel and groaned as her soft breasts nestled against him. It was going to be a long night. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, knowing it would be a long time before he found respite from the knowledge of what had happened to him today.

Angel wasn't sure what woke her. Perhaps the trill of a mockingbird flying overhead. Perhaps the ray of sunlight that glimmered over the hill. Perhaps the contrasting warmth of Dallas's breath against her brow in the chill morning air. She only
knew she had awakened with a sense of rightness in this man's arms.

The signs of a violent life marked Dallas's face even in sleep. Angel was convinced he would do very well in her time and wondered whether she should try to convince him to stay. She tried to imagine him living without the modern conveniences she had learned so much about. And had to admit it would be harder for him to adjust to living without, than for her to accept the luxuries the future provided.

Angel frowned. Why was she thinking at all about the future any more? She belonged in the past. It was her world. There was no sense contemplating a life somewhere else.

Only it wasn't the conveniences Angel knew she would miss. It was Dallas. She felt a rush of tenderness as she perused the face of the man who held her in his arms. Those ridiculous curly lashes. Chestnut hair shot with golden sunlight. His broken nose. Lips that could be hard, or oh, so soft and giving.

She reached out a fingertip and traced the width of his mouth. Intent on what she was doing, Angel didn't notice as Dallas's lids lifted to reveal watchful hazel eyes. When his lips parted, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. And was astonished at the reaction she got.

Angel let her eyelids sink closed as Dallas's mouth molded itself to hers. His tongue slid along the edge of her lips until she opened to him. She felt a sense of urgency that grew from the knowledge that their time together was coming to an end.