Comanche Cowboy (The Durango Family) by Georgina Gentry

Author:Georgina Gentry [Gentry, Georgina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 1999-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

And so big Joe McBride had carried the ransom. Even though he was one of the best shots in Texas, he went unarmed out to meet the Comanche so they would know they weren’t being tricked. Cayenne had gone with the men who waited at a safe distance. Joe had thought he’d ride in, hand over the money, gather up the hostages, and leave. It hadn’t worked out that way. The hostages were freed, but the war party kept Joe and tortured him. All afternoon the huddled little group of whites could hear him scream. And scream. And scream.

She could hear the screaming now. She had to help him! But as she struggled to get up, that gray-eyed Indian held her, put his hand over her mouth. “Hush, baby!” he whispered, clamping his hand over her mouth. “Hear me? For God’s sake! Stop that screaming! If there’s a war party within a mile, they’ll hear you!”

No, that wasn’t her screaming, that was Joe! Couldn’t he hear it, too? She closed her eyes, too weak to fight the big half-breed who held her down. Her head pounded and echoed. No, that wasn’t the pain in her head, that was the drums. The drums had beat a rhythm while the warriors danced and tortured her father. She remembered the echo of the drums and her father’s screams. Finally, they had released him, sending him back more dead than alive. Quanah Parker himself had delivered her half-conscious, tortured father.

She remembered now the big gray-eyed half-breed, Quanah, and how he and a band of warriors had brought Joe back thrown unconscious across a pony. This is not my doing, he said. One of the other clans did this! I stopped them from killing him, but I came too late to stop the torture. He is a very brave man, this big man with the fire-colored hair!

Papa! Papa! Cayenne sobbed and rushed forward, horrified at his injuries. The small group of farmers looked at each other and at her helplessly as the well-armed, large group of Indian warriors wheeled their ponies and rode out.

They had done terrible things to him, and as she stared in shock, he moaned aloud.

I hate them, Cayenne wept. I want revenge. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth like the Bible says!

Joe managed to whisper something and she bent over his burned, tortured body to hear him. No, he gasped. Vengeance is mine, says the Lord, I shall repay . . . Leave it to the Lord, Cayenne. . . .

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