Cork gathered himself and shoved aside his impatience and his anger. “Thanks,” he said more quietly, then asked, “What about my wife?”
Adelle continued the story. “We hid her and we nursed her. She was hurt bad, but we didn’t know what to do.”
“Why didn’t you take her to a doctor?”
“Because we would have to tell the truth. And they would know what Lame did and they would put him in jail. Lame’s been good to us. We didn’t want trouble. And if Lame was sent away, we didn’t know what would become of us.”
“He didn’t know about her?”
“Not at first. We were…” She looked down. “We were afraid of him. But she just got worse and worse. And finally my husband said we had to tell Lame. Lame had to figure what to do.”
“How did Nightwind take the news?”
“He was mad, like we knew he would be. I thought he was going to hurt Nick.”
“I knew he wouldn’t hurt me,” Nick said.
“We told him the woman needed help,” Adelle went on. “She needed a doctor. He said that if the people who’d shot her knew that we knew, he couldn’t protect us and they’d kill us all.”
“What did he do?”
“He made us leave the ranch for a few days in case those men showed up looking for us. When we came back, she was gone.”
“Did he say what he’d done with her?”
Nick said, “I asked him if he killed her. He said no and I believed him.”
Cork looked at the Arapaho woman. “And you? Did you believe him?”
“I wanted to. But I don’t know. She was gone and I tried to forget. And then you came back looking for her. And we”-she put her arm around her grandson and drew him to her-“we decided that you needed to know the truth, whatever it cost us.”
“Does your husband know you’re here?”
“Yes. He stayed at the ranch. He believed he should let Lame know what we’re doing.”
“Where is Lame?”
“I don’t know. He left last night and still wasn’t back this morning.”
The priest said, “I’m sure that by now he knows about Ellyn Grant, Mr. O’Connor. Word on the reservation travels remarkably fast. And he’s probably aware of what you know and the danger it presents to him. I can’t imagine that he’ll simply wait around to be arrested, though Lame isn’t a man easy to predict.”
“Yesterday we made sure that he couldn’t fly away,” Cork said. “And there aren’t a lot of roads out here and No Voice says his guys are patrolling, so if he tries to drive there’s a good chance he’ll be spotted. But sometimes, Father, a cornered man just hunkers down and waits.”
“And then what?”
“That’s always the question.”
A woman rushed into the mission and stood just inside the door, breathing hard. A ball cap was pulled over her long hair and shaded her eyes. She wore faded jeans and a T-shirt with an image of four Apache warriors holding rifles. The caption for the image read
HOMELAND SECURITY. FIGHTING TERRORISM SINCE 1492.
Cork recognized her, though he couldn’t remember her name. He’d seen her the night before at the office of the tribal police. She was a dispatcher.
“What is it, Lee?”
“I just spoke with Chief No Voice on the radio. He’s on his way back, but he said I should come over and tell this to Mr. O’Connor.” She looked at the woman and the kid. “I suppose it’s good you’re here, too, Adelle. It’s about Ben.”
“What about him?” Adelle asked.
“We just got a 911 call from Lame Nightwind’s ranch. Your husband’s been shot, Adelle. It doesn’t sound good, but it’s not fatal.”
“Who shot him?” Cork asked.
“I don’t know.”
Cork spoke again. “Who made the call?”
“Lame Nightwind,” the dispatcher said.
FORTY-TWO
It was thirty miles to Nightwind’s ranch. Cork drove like a madman. In the dust raised behind him, Father Frank and the Arapaho followed in the truck they’d driven to Red Hawk. Ten minutes after they left town, Cork’s cell phone rang, and he handed it to Parmer.
Parmer answered, listened, then turned to Cork. “It’s Sheriff Kosmo. He’d like you to stop immediately and wait. He’ll have men out here as soon as he can and an ambulance.”
“Tell him to go to hell.”
Into the phone, Parmer said, “Sheriff, I’d have better luck trying to stop a bulldozer with a feather duster.” He listened again, then held out the cell phone to Cork. “He wants to talk to you.”
Cork took the phone, snapped it shut, and handed it back to Parmer. Then he bore down even harder on the accelerator.
Half a mile from Lame Nightwind’s ranch compound, Cork stopped. “Check your Ruger.”
Parmer opened the glove box where he’d placed the weapon. He pulled the firearm out, ejected and checked the magazine, then slapped it back into place. Cork swung himself out of the Jeep and opened the back door just as the Arapahos’ truck drew up behind him. He lifted out Quinn’s Winchester, which he’d kept.
Adelle, Nick, and Father Frank got out of the pickup and hurried to the Jeep.
The priest frowned at the rifle in Cork’s hands. “Is this necessary, Mr. O’Connor?”
Cork checked the magazine to be sure it carried a full load of rounds.
“I’ve got no idea what we might be walking into, Father. It could be Lame Nightwind or it could be a couple of professional killers. I just want to be prepared.”
“Mr. O’Connor, I understand your eagerness-” the priest began.
“Father, what you understand or don’t isn’t important to me. Nightwind may be the only man alive who knows where my wife is. I intend to get some answers from him.”
“What if you kill him first?” the priest said.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Cork pushed the priest aside, got into the Jeep, and handed Parmer the rifle. Adelle Iron rushed to his door and stood looking at him very afraid.
“What about my husband?”
“I’ll do what I can,” Cork said. “But until we know the situation, you and Nick and the father stay back. Do you understand?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. He kicked the engine over, and as soon as she stepped away, he sped off.
A hundred yards from the ranch house he pulled to a stop and scanned the compound. Except for the horses grazing in the pasture behind the barn, nothing moved. Two hawks circled on thermals above the foothills, and beyond that the face of Heaven’s Keep, distant and brooding, looked down. A line of dark clouds had begun to mount from behind the Absarokas.
Cork reached for his rifle. “Stay here and cover me,” he said to Parmer. “I’m going to check the house.”
He used the protection of the boulders that were a natural part of the landscape and made his way toward the ranch house.
Behind him, Adelle Iron parked the truck next to Parmer and the Wrangler.
Cork reached the porch and bounded up the steps to the front door. He waited, then tried the knob. The door was unlocked. He nudged it open but kept to the side, out of sight. When nothing happened, he kicked the door wide and slipped inside. He scanned the living room and the dining room beyond. He listened carefully but heard nothing. Then he sensed movement at his back. He spun and found Parmer in the doorway.
“Easy, Cork. Just me.”
Cork turned back to the interior of the house. He motioned with his hand for Parmer to follow. Slowly, carefully, they went through the whole place. Nightwind wasn’t there. They returned to the Jeep.
“My husband?” Adelle asked.
Cork shook his head.
“At the cabin,” she said.
“Wait here until we’re sure.” Cork’s attention became focused on the outbuildings. He sprinted to the garage and peered through a window. Nightwind’s pickup was parked inside, along with a Jeep Cherokee. Cork turned to Parmer, who’d shadowed him.
“His vehicles are still here. He’s around somewhere. We’re going to check the outbuildings one at a time. I’ll go first, you cover me.”
Parmer was dripping sweat. His shirt was soaked dark. He put a hand on Cork’s shoulder. “The sheriff’s people will be here in an hour or so. Sure you don’t want to wait?”